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enhanced-operatives-division · 28 days

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Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

#ty right-agent for explicitly telling me that this would be welcomed you a real one #i had a massive babble to my friend abt what if they all feed me to the hounds for speaking #and he said “girl that fandom is like 12 people big they need you to speak” and yeah that also helped #i have a hard time talking if I'm not asked/prompted to that's why i adding tags is great for me. that and i like the format #anyways.#THESE TWO.............dear lord can you tell I have been unwell abt them forever..#this is propeganda (/j) for them. btw. please you have to understand the potential here. it's so good.#it's slowburn <- my (probably) demiromantic ass cannot handle romance without a build up and this set up is perfect (it will never happen)#also i find it easier to write ANYTHING between these two from Juniper's perspective because i find it easier to get into his head #idk reggie is like the gay version of the: what is he thinking of? i could take a bear in a fight. audio ive heard.#whereas with juniper i have him trapped under a microscope #im going to tag this now so i can use the remaining tags to RANT #ieytd #john juniper #reginald crane #junicrane #starstruck #i expect you to die #<- being BRAVE!!!#when I get really excited i start getting like this internal shaking feeling and uh. yeah this rant started that #the worst part abt that is it also triggers my tourettes so like. double whammy. excited about blorbos? jail :(#but. yeah I uh. yeah. sorry this IS so long..I did warn but . AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHAUUUUUUAHHHHHHHHHHHHH #also i did this rant in 2 parts. last night and this morning so yeah uh. yeah.#god im so messed up about these two #make me a boat by the family crest came on while wroting this and while it's mainly a roxanix song to me......AUUUUUG.....#i struggle to find music for these sillies because they have such a specific vibe to me amd I've not quite managed to find something which -#- genuinely feels correct for them and it drives me up the WALL #GOD NIGHT SHIFT JUST CAME OF SHUFFL.....all my ieytd songs are coming out to drive me up the wall.......#FINISHED I've been adding tags as I've gone alonga #thank you for reading hope you enoyed and if you didn't im sorry

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ptergwen · 2 years

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home with you

peter parker x avenger!reader

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: NWH SPOILERS, swearing, angst here and there

summary: you remember spider-man, but you don’t remember peter... or so he thinks

a/n: this is my first official fic in god knows how long HELLO! it’s also my last of 2021 which is absolutely insane but i’ll save that sappy shit for a post of its own lmfhsjshs anyways a few of you requested something where the reader remembers peter after the spell so ask and you shall receive :D it’s mostly if not entirely fluff bc i feel like we’ve suffered enough already </3 much love and as always i hope y’all enjoy

“karen, which way am i-“

peter puffs air from his cheeks in frustration.

“right. this suit doesn’t have a karen.”

he squints to better see through the eyes of his mask, still getting used to navigating without stark tech. it can’t identify him anymore. despite his directional dumbness, he manages to expertly stick his landing when he arrives at the avengers compound.

it’s late, the moon shining down on peter as he tiptoes around in the grass. if he’s discreet enough, no one will ever know he’s here.

he’s not exactly sure why he’s here, though. you’ve all forgotten him. in order to quite literally save the world, that was the sacrifice peter had to make. it was thanks to a spell casted by doctor strange.

the team still remembers spider-man, just not peter parker. no one remembers peter parker.

not even his artificial intelligence.

nevertheless, peter found himself swinging over to the compound tonight. he’s now strolling about its lawn in secrecy. he misses this place and the people it’s home to, you especially.

you and peter instantly became close after joining the avengers. you’d always partner up on missions and unwind together on days off, enjoying each other’s company at any given chance. but, peter hasn’t heard from you since everything with mysterio happened.

he hopes the two aren’t related.

“hey, gang! how’s it shaking?” he pretends he’s chatting with the team. “me? i’m hanging in there… get it? hanging in there?”

peter clicks his tongue at his pun. he shoots a web at the side of the building, testing its formula.

being back at the compound is bittersweet for him. on one hand, it reminds him of simpler times. on the other, it reminds him of what he’s lost.

“god, this is lame,” peter groans. “what am i doing?”

out of no where, a bright light flicks on and illuminates the lawn. peter’s mind tells him to run, but his body freezes.

“shit,” peter mumbles, fingers frantically pushing on his webshooters.

nothing is coming out. that test web must have been his last, and he didn’t bring extra cartridges.

“shit, shit, shit!”

the main doors to the compound open, you running outside and right towards peter.

“spidey?” you shout to him. “is that you?”

this isn’t the reunion peter had imagined.

he animatedly holds up his hands in defense, taking a few steps to lessen the distance between you two.

“uh, yeah. how’d you… how’d you know?” he squeaks. “you tricked the motion sensor lights. so much for that agility of yours,” you jab a thumb up at the aforementioned lights.

oops.

“sorry,” peter apologizes, lowering his hands. “since when did we have those, anyway?” a small smile forms on your lips. “a lot’s changed since you’ve been gone, spidey,” you quip.

giving peter a once over, you notice the shimmery fabric and reinvented spider symbol he dons.

“seems like you’ve changed yourself. i almost didn’t recognize you with the new suit.”

you have no idea.

your smile disappears suddenly, replaced by a scowl. peter gulps.

“where’ve you been?” you demand, but it’s from a place of concern.

spider-man hasn’t made himself easy to find as of late. peter prefers it this way because it saves himself and everyone else the heartache. that’s why he’s been avoiding the team; facing you would hurt too much.

“did you check queens?” peter retorts. “i’m staying close to the ground these days.”

he puts his hands on his hips in an attempted power stance.

“where have you been, y/n?” he flips your question. “where were you when mysterio framed me for freaking murder, huh?”

you scoff at peter’s intimidation tactics. he’s never been good with those.

“i was off world looking for fury so he could clear your name, spider-menace,” you coolly reveal. “you ended up doing that yourself, though.”

peter stands down, his shoulders slumping.

that makes way more sense than anything he came up with.

“oh,” he quietly acknowledges. “why wouldn’t you tell me?” you meet his eyes. “i didn’t want you to worry about it… you worry enough as is.”

you grab one of peter’s hands, desperate for his touch after being so starved of it. peter slots his fingers for you to thread yours through them, which you do. he smiles to himself behind his mask.

he’s missed you so much. even though you might not be in peter’s life anymore, at least you’re still in spider-man’s.

“i’m so sorry about all this, peter. about your aunt…” you shake your head, your voice wavering. “i would’ve reached out sooner, but i thought you might need space-“

peter drops your hand, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

you said his name.

there’s no way he heard that correctly… did he?

“what did you just say?” peter chokes out. “i thought you might need space?” you repeat, unsure of what he’s referring to. “no, no, no. before that,” peter rushes to get his words out.

you think about it.

“i’m sorry…” you answer, peter motioning for you to continue. “peter?”

he’s so shocked that he stumbles backwards and trips over his own two feet. he falls in the grass, so you link your arm in his to pull him forward.

“you okay?” you laugh.

peter yanks his arm free from your grasp, refusing your help up.

“no!” he yells out. “no, of course i’m not okay! you’re not supposed to know me!” unbothered, you brush a stray piece of grass off your shirt. “what’re you talking about, parker?”

he can hardly believe it every time his name leaves your mouth.

“the… the spell!” peter goes on. “i don’t understand, i thought it worked! how do you remember me?”

you’re starting to realize what he’s on about.

“you mean strange’s spell?” you ask.

peter nods, too stunned to speak.

“that only made the world forget you. i already told you, i was off world when he casted it,” you say as if he should’ve known all along. “a bunch of the team still remembers you, actually.”

his mind effectively blown, peter slaps a hand over his forehead. you chuckle at him.

“didn’t strange explain how it works?” you question, peter pinching the bridge of his nose. “we didn’t really discuss the details.”

you offer peter your hand again to help him off the ground. he accepts this time, getting to his feet.

“yeah, he has an unfortunate habit of doing that,” you confirm.

you tug on the bottom of peter’s mask, asking for permission to take it off. he flinches. no one has seen him without it since his identity was exposed.

then, he remembers it’s you.

it’s you, and you know him.

peter leans into your touch, allowing you to remove the mask. you do so slowly and with care. you appreciate each and every one of his features that you haven’t been able to as you go, grinning. his cheek now rests in your palm, skin to skin.

“i could never forget you, peter parker,” you murmur, tucking peter’s mask into his hand.

your lips press to his one wonky eyebrow that you adore. he closes his eyes, savoring the feeling.

“i missed this,” peter breathes. he reconnects your hands and places a kiss on your knuckles. “i missed you.”

“you should come inside, stay a while,” you propose, grin widening. “there’s some friendly faces who would love to welcome you back.” peter laughs quietly. “i’d love to be welcomed back.”

you tilt your head to the side, peter mirroring you.

“plus, a couple new additions to the team have been wanting to meet you,” you hum. pleasantly surprised, his brows raise. “yeah? like who?”

the two of you start walking to the compound, hand in hand.

“there’s shang-chi. he went viral for saving a bus full of people that drove off its tracks,” you mention. “bus boy? oh my god, i used to watch that video on loop! he’s, like, a legend!” peter gasps, you giggling at his reaction. “well, now you can tell him that yourself.”

peter listens intently as you fill him in on which other members have joined the avengers. he can’t remember the last time he was this excited about something, let alone the last time he was excited at all.

he’s glad the two of you could pick up right where you left off, like nothing changed even though everything has.

it’s good to be home.

it’s even better to be home with you.

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amimimi · 3 years

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✿ : annoying sex habits; pillars

synopsis: annoying (?) things that come up when you have sex with your respective hashira

pairings: tomioka giyuu x f!reader, shinazugawa sanemi x f!reader, rengoku kyojuro x f!reader, uzui tengen x f!reader, iguro obanai x f!reader, himejima gyomei x f!reader

warnings: minors dni, explicit smut, rough sex, cursing, no beta

notes: slander, just slander. and crack. i apologize for spelling/grammatical errors !

GIYUU:

awkwardly quiet from start to finish

like damn, mf, not even a grunt? A GASP? 😭

his breathing doesn’t even pick up

he’s just silently hovering above, swiftly thrusting into you

even when he cums—NOTHING!!

LIKE CAN YOU AT LEAST SIGH??

and to top it off, after he cums he just sorta rolls over and pets you on the head? like he wants to smooth your hair back but he’s too afraid to commit??? like he wasn’t all up in your guts like two seconds ago?? ✋😐

you genuinely have no clue if he’s enjoying himself or not

you have to sit him down and admit to him that you feel a lil insecure because he doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself

giyuu feels TERRIBLE because he loves you deeply and is affected by you sm but he just can’t stand hearing himself moaning

his moans are kinda high-pitched, almost keening, and it’s so embarrassing to him

to YOU, giyuu, not to us 😫

“i...sound...weird” is all he says, frowning in the complete opposite direction from you

he slipped up once tho and y’all weren’t even having sex

you were straddling his lap, both fully clothed, kissing each other fervently, after he’d return to his estate after a very long mission

he was already feeling a little frayed from not seeing you for so long

so that with the way your grinding down against his bulging cock, mewling and moaning as you plant sloppy kisses against his mouth, his cheeks, the neck; sighing “missed you, missed you so much” into his ear

he starts to feel himself unravel at a rate that concerns him, you feel so good and sound so sweet —it’s all too much for him

his breathing kinda stutters, but you’re too engrossed to notice

giyuu is like “nope, nuh uh, absolutely not” as he tries to gather himself together, blinking away the white spots in his vision

but then you drag your crotch against his clothed cock so good, so deliciously that he can’t help the shaky, high pitched moan that escapes from his lips

you glance up at him in shock while he shuts his eyes and hangs his head in shame

“wait...wait, giyuu did you—”

“stop”

“no wait! that was so hot!”

almost kicks you out of his room 😭

like i’m sorry, it’d take a while for him to actually let loose but at least he’s sorta sighing into your ear now? 😅

SANEMI:

talks a huge f*cking game about how big his cock is and how he’s gonna tear your sh*t up

bitch...we weren’t being LITERAL

he’s actually thrusting into you like he wants to square up with your cervix

LIKE BRO RELAX???

i do think sanemi enjoys rougher sex but sometimes i think it’s a lil performative

i also think he feels that he needs to overcompensate bc he thinks he’s not as experienced

y’all he canonically has a pet rhinoceros beetle,,,he ain’t as big and bad as he seems💀

also he doesn’t know how to be truly intimate with anyone but we can get into that later

BUT ANYWAYS!

no foreplay, just dives into the pussy

literally throws you onto the bed, sucks at you neck for a bit and then all of sudden you hear a “hpwuah! 💦”

and you sit up like “ikyfl” just to see he’s spat onto the shaft of his cock, pumping his fist along his shaft to spread the saliva

babe that’s when you should’ve sat up and left 😟

HIS COCK IS TOO FCKIN THICK AND BIG TO BE DOIN STUPID SH*T LIKE THAT

between the lack of foreplay and the way he’s just slamming his hips into yours...you are in PAINNN

and he keeps grunting shit like “yeah, you like that? gonna tear your f* ckin uterus into half” WHAT?(???$;@3&:

you slam your fists against his chest and choke out a “sanemi, stop”

he stills instantly, panting as his facial expression morphs into one of confusion and concern

“what’s wrong?” he asks gruffly, gently placing his hand on your arm and giving you a tiny squeeze there

once you tell him that he’s hurting you way more than you’d like, he’d feel bad almost immediately

sanemi sits back, his shoulders tense with shame and he gives a terse, “sorry “

willing to learn but y’all might argue here and there bc he refuses to believe that he isn’t the pussy destroyer he claims to be

KYOJURO

okay he’s actually got the mechanics down

has no problem pleasuring you/making you cum

HOWEVER!

HE’S LIKE MFIN DRILL SERGEANT

like y’all can’t have sex leisurely 😭

and it’s not so much a sexual thing as it is that kyojuro just wants you to be the best version of yourself possible,,,in every aspect of your life 😐

it starts off as like kyojuro being like “ONE MORE ROUND!” and you thought it was hot that his stamina was through the roof

but then it quickly turns into “omg WHEN DOES THIS END?!’cc”

you’ve been bouncing on his cock FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG trying to get him to cum

but you’re tiring quickly, your thighs burning as they tremble against kyojuro’s waist

you’re place your hands on his lower stomach for SOME sort of stability as your hips stutter

kyojuro feels you tremble against him and from the way you’re panting, he knows it’s from exhaustion

he has his hands on your waist to help you keep balance, but he isn’t assisting you 💀he wants you to work for it

you’re sweaty af, struggling to lift your hips off his cock as you pout up at him

“i-i’m getting tired, kyojuro—”

“you are? but it’s only been sixteen minutes?” he smiles up at you, face flushed as his hair spills around the pillow.

“i’m not fit like you” you pant, face screwed up as your calves begin to cramp up.

kyojuro’s face falls slightly “ah, don’t say that! you’re just as fit! here, let’s try for ten more minutes, i believe in you! 🏋️ 😃”

and he looks up at you so earnestly,,,you’re like “godDAMNIT”

he holds both of your hands in his to keep you balanced and he literally starts shouting encouragements at you jskziwkuss

shouts a variation of like “try harder!” and “7 more minutes! you can do this!”

MF, NO I CAN’T 🧎🏾‍♀️😭

you know when you’re doing an intense workout and you get so tired your life flashes before your eyes? YEAH,,,YOU ARE DYINGGGG RN

of course you don’t complete the full 10 minutes but kyojuro doesn’t get on your ass completely about it

he just flips your listless body over and adjusts himself before he starts slowly thrusting into you

“don’t worry, my love! all that matters is that you tried! i’m sure you can do it next time!” he beams down at your whimpering form, before kissing your forehead

he’s cute but LIKE WHY DOES SEX HAVE TO BE A MFIN WORKOUT?? ✋😭

you have to tell him that you’re down to workout with him (RIP to you 💀) OUTSIDE the bedroom but you want sex with him to be slow paced and intimate...not him yelling at you like he’s your coach

he’ll ease up immediately, don’t worry!

OBANAI

mf said “the snake stays ON during sex! 😤💯”

no i’m not

obanai is like “can kaburamaru stay in the room? 😐”

and you’re like “i—um, that would be cool but i feel like he’d be uncomfortable”

and he’s like “omg ur right...i wouldn’t want to watch him have sex either i guess 😕”

so y’all have to PLAN AHEAD TO FIND A BABYSITTER FOR HIS SNAKE IF YALL WANNA— 🤦🏾‍♀️

obanai thinks of kaburamaru as a friend, not so much as a pet so he’s feel guilty for “abandoning” him because he has a S/O now

that’s his mfin bestie 😌

okay real talk, obanai loves you, he is bewitched, body and soul—

maybe a bit TOO much because he’ll literally cum during foreplay and then pass out right after 🙁

HKSHDIDJEI HE CAN’T HELP IT!!

he tries to continue after cumming, but it’s like he’s been drugged

his eyes are struggling to stay open, barely holding himself up as he keeps slurring on his words, like omg baby,,,just sleep, it’s okay

he tries tries tries to make you cum before he finishes, BUT EVERYTHING YOU DO GETS HIS COCK ROCKHARD

obanai was laying between your legs, lip suctioned around your clit, dragging his tongue over the little nub

all while he’s languidly thrusting two fingers in and out your slick pussy

and baby his head game is *CHEF KISS*

you’re mewling and whining, grinding your hips against his face as he laps his tongue up and down your folds

the sounds your making, the taste of your cunt, the way he can feel you throbbing against his mouth—it has HIM trembling and whimpering

he’s unconsciously rutting his hips against the mattress, squeezing his eyes shut as he attempts to control himself

but then you make this sound that’s caught between a whimper and grunt, and it catches so prettily in the back of your throat—

he blows his load, unbeknownst to you, as gasps against your heat

he literally knocks out between your legs, with his mouth smushed against your pussy 💀

TENGEN

not a single f*cking thing

look at that man and tell me he doesn’t give you the best pipe of your life

okay wait actually there maybe ONE THING ☝️

he talks wayyyy too fucking much during sex

and it’s mostly outlandish sh*t

okay, when he asked “whose pussy is this? 😩” it was all fine and dandy BUT THEN HE TAKES IT UP A NOTCH—

“you’d die by this dick, huh 😏”

my pride won’t let me say yes, but yes...i would 🧎🏾‍♀️

like he says the most strange sh*t ever and it draws you out of the sex head space to be like “...WAIT WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

he does it on purpose though 💀

he’s lining himself up to your entrance and he looks up at you smirking and is all like “im gonna make you a single mother”

AYOO???? 😭

BITCH.WHAT.THE.FUCK??!!

you literally shoot up, scrunching your legs up to your chest

while he laughs at your horrified look

BRO DON’T PLAY LIKE THAT 😭

that and i feel like he’s so fckin heavy handed omg

slaps your ass while you’re riding him and your whole skeleton rattles for like 5 minutes after 😭

yeah other than that...there is no way he’d be bad at sex

GYOMEI

very...very...gentle

he’s genuinely afraid of hurting you during sex

like he’s so MASSIVE and he’s convinced there is no way you can take all of him

he feels the way your pussy barely accommodates two of his fingers and he’s like “hm maybe not...🥲”

when he’s fingering you, he just barely squirms his fingers around while he winces in fear that he’s hurting you

you tell him “gyomei, go harder”

and he’s like “no”

!;&;&/&/7,$;7)/)/

and you’re like “but i barely feel you moving?”

and he’s like “trust me this is for your own good”

YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE!

when he finally finally agrees to f*ck you with his cock, the whole process takes almost three hours because he takes his time lubing you up and stretching you out with his fingers

it takes him the whole last hour to actually bottom out just from out how slow he’s easing into you

and everytime your breath catches in your throat, he slides his cock from out of your pussy and he’s like “ahh, i knew this was a bad idea!”

and then y’all have to start all over again

he can barely feel you squeeze around his cock from just how you’re stretched around him and he starts to freak out

you have to assure him that he’s not hurting you so he doesn’t pull out again

he’s so sweet tho 🥺

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5 days, 1 boat.

summary: rafe gets you & him stuck in a boat in the middle of nowhere for 5 days, with no signal and having to wait for the patrol. ‘Accidentally’.

warnings: swearing, (rough) smut, manhandling, choking kink, rafe being a plotting lil shit, my english.

click for my master list.

word count: 8.2K [sorry it’s kinda long. went overboard w this]

DAY 0

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you analyzed the blond standing in front of you, your arms were crossed firmly across your chest. His eyebrows were raised as he awaited your answer, his back pressed against the kitchen island.

"And you want me to accompany you, why?" You questioned, waiting for a decent explanation.

"’Cause your brother has an event with Topper and Kelce," he explained quickly as he shrugged his shoulders with ease. "And I need someone to go with me."

For more context, Rafe Cameron had asked you to accompany him on a little trip on his boat, there is a very specific kind of fish he wants to catch passing through the waters near Outer Banks; Rafe justifies his need to get that fish because it is his father's favorite, and he wants to show himself capable of catching it.

"And why don't you ask your sisters for help?" you questioned him, with some suspicion still.

"Mm, because they are my sisters." he answered with obviousness, it was a simple but logical answer; the truth is that not even his sisters could stand his annoying ass.

And that's what brought him to you, or at least that's what he's implying. And while you don't actually believe him, it's not like you could perceive any hidden intentions. You should've, but you couldn't.

You see, even though Damien, your older brother, and Rafe have been friends for YEARS, your relationship with Rafe isn't precisely the best. He has always been annoying, selfish, egocentric, and an idiot.

A hot idiot; for that matter, which made it complicated to hate him.

The relationship the two of you shared was based in teasing, lots of it, but of course, over the years it has changed. It went from a young Rafe teasing you for crying over princess' movies, to letting his eyes linger in your lips for longer than usual, casual grazings, and shameless comments.

All that, combined with his idiotic attitude, made the two of you have a constant banter-based relationship; all you two did was bicker, tease and sass the hell out of each other. Just like an old, married couple. Except you two weren't married, and couldn't make up as easily.

It drove your brother insane. He didn't care what it was that would get you and Rafe to stop bantering. He just wanted the two of you to stop.

"So? Are you coming with me or..." Rafe insisted, you had taken way too long to answer a simple yes or no question.

You already knew it was probably one of the worst ideas he'd ever had, and considering it's impulsive, spontaneous Rafe we're talking about... it was indeed terrible.

"No." you replied simply, with no further explanation or motives as to why.

Rafe looked actually taken aback by that, not being used to getting 'no' for an answer, not even from you. Though, he knew the only reason you'd said no was to contradict him, and you, having no apparent reason to refuse, was an open invitation for Rafe to keep insisting.

"Come on, it'll only be two days out," Rafe insisted, using the nicest voice he could. "Out there in the nice sea, in the Druthers, with food, drinks and a nice AC system... yeah?"

"You do realise my family also has a boat with AC?" you cleverly added. "And if I wanted to, I could go out to the nice sea with snacks too."

"But uh, do tell me, does your boat have a double jacuzzi?" he questioned you with a raised eyebrow, and at that, you shut your mouth.

"I—"

"Uh huh, exactly."

"I can live without it."

"Oh, c'mon Y/N," Rafe sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a few seconds, as if recharging his patience before adding. "I'll give you whatever you want, whatever it is, I'll get it for you. The only condition is you coming with me."

That really got you thinking.

Your family had money and influence, but no more than the Camerons. What Rafe promised you could range from drugs, to designer clothes and handbags, to that sort of thing. It really was anything.

Rafe may be an idiot, too impulsive and lately, coked out 90% of the time, but he can have a way with words if he puts his mind to it, you had to give that to him.

Somehow, the idiot had made it sound like an enjoyable proposition, a good weekend. A great fucking idea.

Yes. You two, going out there to the middle of the sea, alone. Like a great idea.

You already knew it was the worst fucking idea you'd agreed to in your entire life.

"Fine."

"You won't regret it."

You probably would, but oh well. Mistakes are the best teachers out there.

DAY 1

When you'd told your mother you were on your way out on a boat trip with Rafe, she had seemed happy the two of you had finally figured out your differences. She didn't really mind you being gone for God knows how long with someone like Rafe, and that speaks volumes.

In any way, you left. Rafe had waited for you to arrive at the dock near his house, and had complained about you being late, even though you weren't and he knew it.

In no time at all, the two of you were out. Rafe told you it would take a day to get there, and if the fishing went well, then he could catch the fish tomorrow and return the same day.

It didn't seem like a bad plan, so you saw no reason to complain, it seemed fair. And if it wasn't so many days together you could easily ignore him.

Rafe had kept his word about the ship's commodities, there were all kinds of snacks, drinks, and he had brought other kinds of substances. It was actually very comfortable, and a part of you was glad you'd accepted.

"From uh, alright so, from here, we have to go north," Rafe explained briefly as he pointed to the map, he slurred his words and constantly ran his finger under his nose.

"Uh huh." you replied distractedly, comfortable in the booth, with a bowl of blackberries to yourself and not paying attention to what he said.

"And then we have to stay there for a few hours," Rafe added and when he noticed you weren't paying attention, he rolled his eyes so badly he could've sworn he saw the inside of his head. But he's also high, so not very reliable. "Look, if I'm telling you this, it's because I don't want you to act like a bitch, alright?"

"Excuse you?" that comment totally got your attention, your eyebrows were raised in his direction, your expression surprised. And that was exactly what Rafe wanted.

"I don't want you to start bitching around ‘cause we stop for hours or ‘cause I ask you to shut up while I focus."

"I won't," you said with a roll of your eyes, throwing a berry at him. "I can easily ignore you."

"Don't," he shook his head, as he picked the berry up from the table and ate it. "Need you around."

"What for?"

"Do you always ask so many questions?" his eyes were focused back on the map as he leant over the table, trying to triangulate the perfect place.

"No, but I don't get you," you admitted with a frustrated tone. "You confuse the shit out of me."

"Well," he sighed heavily, waving you away with his hand. "You're always free to question me, and try to psycho fucking analyze me or whatever the hell you want, but in silence, yeah?"

"Then why did you bring me here?"

"I told you already," his tone was a tired one, as if he really didn't have the time or patience to say it again. "I can't do this alone. Someone has to watch over the boat while I fish."

"Right..." you narrowed your eyes at him, your suspicions being ignited again.

That excuse could've easily been bought by you, Rafe had a shitty luck when it came to trying to do something nice for his father; every time Rafe tried to prove himself, it totally backfired.

But it wasn't enough of an excuse. Only now is when you sense he's planning something else, you can only wish it's not a plan to leave you stranded in the middle of nowhere to finally get rid of you, which is a thing you believe he is very capable of.

DAY 2.

"Any time now," Rafe mumbled in utter concentration, his lower lip in between his teeth, his hands wrapped around the fishing rod. "Any time."

You nodded your head silently, you sat next to him, observing him closely while he attempted to catch the fish. Although, he'd been standing there for 20 minutes and so far, had caught nothing.

5 more minutes passed and still nothing, so Rafe sighed heavily and left the rod in its place, with the hook still underwater. Rafe moved to take a seat next to you as he closed his eyes and threw his head back.

"So, why exactly are you being such a nice son and catching a fish that, apparently, doesn't want to be caught, for your father?" You questioned him, handing him a bottle of water after he glared at you for not doing it as soon as he sat down.

"Because I uh, I fucked up, again." he admitted with a heavy sigh, taking a big gulp of water.

"Yeah, figured."

"You're such a bitch, you know that?"

"And yet, you like me enough to have me around, so..." you shrugged in amusement, causing Rafe to roll his eyes at your attitude, however he didn't contradict you or spoke against your words. "So tell me, what did you do this time?"

"What didn't I do," his eyes were closed again, his head resting against the booth as you stared at him, his side profile, the way the sun hit his skin and his hair got messy by the wind. "Bought a bike with the backup generator money, I tried to steal, almost crashed the truck after a bad trip. And yelled at his precious little Sarah."

"Oh wow, you're the example of a good son." you replied with sarcasm. "Always doing the right thing, aren't you Rafe?"

"Oh, you're telling me 'Miss-I-fucked-a-young-Italian-dad-during-my-trip-and-he-was-my-father’s-associate.'" Rafe teased you with a cocky smile, causing you to turn your head to look at him with such a speed it was a miracle your neck hadn't snapped.

"How do you even know about that?" you questioned him; slightly bothered by it as you hit his shoulder with your open hand.

"I may, or may not have heard your phone call with Sarah over the phone."

"You mean eavesdropped?"

"The same shit," he shrugged in indifference, not really bothered by it. "So you're into older guys, yeah?"

"Like you care." you snorted, taking a sip of your beer.

"Call it curiosity."

Just as you were about to answer his question, to let him know something he actually wanted to know, the fishing rod began to twitch and wobble, almost falling overboard, were it not for the fact that you reached out to hold it at the same time he did, your hands brushing.

Rafe cleared his throat and began to pull the line, as the fish tried to flee for its life. After a battle in which you just watched; having no fucking clue about fishing; Rafe caught the fish. It was surprisingly big and beautiful, definitely not the kind of fish you can get from inside of Outer Banks.

"Oh, finally!" you said with a tone of incomparable joy, you were so happy to finally be able to leave there.

"Yeah," he said with a nod. "We can go now."

"Thanks! I'll go start the engine."

You were so excited to get home, and happy that the idiot had finally gotten something right, that you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before hurrying to put your things away.

Rafe stood still in place, feeling the ghost of your lips on his cheek as a small smirk appeared on his lips.

But Rafe knew you two wouldn't leave just yet, and it wouldn't be long before you realized it as well.

3,2,1...

"Rafe?" you called him from the cabin. "We have no fuel."

"What do you mean?" he asked as he walked down the stairs to where you stood, staring at the machinery.

"It says empty, we have no gas."

"Well uh, that's bad." he said with a nod of his head, and even though the situation was indeed very bad, Rafe didn't sound concerned, like at all.

"Yeah, no shit."

"I guess we'll have to wait for someone to find us," he shrugged and your eyes widened at how much he didn't care. "Hey! Don't you look at me like that. What the fuck do you want me to do? There's no fuel and no signal."

Now is when you started to catch up with what he was up to, without saying anything you walked to the little compartment where you knew the Camerons kept an extra gallon of gas, just in case. The compartment was empty, and the phone was nowhere to be seen.

Oh. Oh.

"You asshole!" you turned to look at him; with an accusing finger held up high, pointed at his direction.

"Watch your tone, princess."

"You got us stuck here—"

Rafe didn't say anything; but an amused chuckle left his lips as his eyes ran over your body, picking up on every display of anger you showed.

"It's not funny, Rafe."

"Oh, I know," he said with a nod of his head, but that annoying smirk didn't leave his lips. "I know."

"Then why are you smiling?"

Rafe's smile only grew wider, and without saying anything else, he went back upstairs to deal with the fish, leaving you back in the cabin, completely dumbfounded.

DAY 3.

To say you were angry at him was an understatement, but you were at that point of anger where you didn't even bother to show it, you immediately resorted to ignoring Rafe.

You knew it had been a bad idea to even listen to him, but you did it, and now you were dealing with the consequences.

Where exactly did you think listening and trusting Rafe would get you? He's as stupid as your brother, you really should've known better.

There was no way you two could go anywhere, and since there was no phone signal there, you two couldn't ask anyone for help.

The only option left was to wait for the patrol to... fucking patrol and find you two out there. The thing is... it's a festive day back in Outer Banks, and knowing just how 'competent' the police is... It would take the patrol 2 more days, if not 3.

Luckily, there was enough food and resources to last a whole ass month there, but that wasn't what worried you.

It's the fact that it wouldn't just be 3 days with him. But... 5 days stuck in a boat with Rafe Cameron. All by yourselves.

So you better make it worth it.

You had had your doubts about it at first, but now you were more than grateful that you had packed your swimsuit.

Since you were giving Rafe the cold shoulder, you would have to find another way to entertain yourself; and being that you two are in the sea and the weather is nice, the most logical and comfortable thing to do would be to lie down on your towel, put on your sunglasses, and at least get a good tan out of it.

Rafe on the other hand, was annoyed with himself. He knew it was among the possibilities that you would get mad at him and do just what you are doing now, which is ignoring him completely.

But the truth is that Rafe was hoping that the situation would have a different resolution, that this anger would not end in not talking to each other, rather, it would push you two to do something else.

He hadn't seen you since last night, when you two had an argument during dinner about what an idiot he'd been for not making sure the fuel was enough, and he'd made you more angry by asking you why it bothered you so much to be alone with him.

Rafe teased you and gloated at the fact that he could manage to get you so nervous with just staring at you.

He knew why you were nervous. It's the same reason why he seemed so hell bent on trying to get you to admit it.

However, it was his turn to be nervous and your turn to gloat now.

Rafe felt his heart almost leap out of his chest as soon as he saw you come out of the booth, in your bathing suit, the one that accentuated every curve of your body. You'd worn it around him before, and the last time you did, he had to excuse himself to take an ice-cold shower, to deal with the hard-on.

You seemed not to have seen him, or if you had, then you did a very good job of pretending he wasn't there.

Once you knew you were within his range of view and he could see you perfectly well, you bent over to lay your towel on the floor of the boat, feeling the fabric of your bathing suit slide slightly over your bottom. It wasn't much, but just enough.

Rafe's jaw tightened so bad he feared his teeth would crack, to keep from letting out a groan at the sight, he closed his eyes shut and gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white; trying to get the image of you, bent over a few feet in front of him in nothing but your bathing suit, out of his mind.

Rafe knew you were doing it on purpose, you knew how much he liked that bathing suit on you, after all, he'd flirt with you every single time you wore it. But today? Right now? You were playing very dirty games with his head.

And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your skin glowed under the sun, how well your swimsuit fit, and the fact that you were doing this to provoke him, caused his shorts to feel too tight all of a sudden.

Rafe didn't even know what to do with himself, and decided to go take a cold bath; he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of messing with his head like that.

He exited the small cabin he was in, you lifted your head to see him walk. Rafe looked a little uncomfortable and you noticed how he slightly tugged the front of his shorts as he walked.

"What, do I make you nervous, Rafey?" you teased in a loud voice, causing him to turn around and flip you off. Without saying anything else, Rafe entered another door and slammed it shut.

And with that, a little smile of victory appeared on your lips.

LATER ON DAY 3

Eventually, tanning got boring. You looked down at your own body, and lifted the edge of your swimsuit slightly, the tan lines were just the way you liked them, on point.

Full of satisfaction and happy with yourself, you gathered your things and decided to go back inside, maybe to take a bath and eat something.

You entered quietly, not wanting to attract Rafe's attention. You walked down the hallway to the bathroom, and there was no sign of him so far.

Just as you grabbed the bathroom doorknob to open it; the door opened. Out of the bathroom came Rafe, with nothing but a towel tied around his hips. You stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway at the sight, which you couldn't deny; it was very good.

The towel was wrapped around Rafe's hips, low enough so that his prominent V-line was visible to a rather dangerous point, one you didn't want to let your eyes get to.

He was shirtless, you had a perfect view of his defined torso and muscular arms, some droplets of water still rolled down his body, making a path from his chest, down his abdomen, and getting lost under his towel.

His hair was still wet, with a middle part, framing his face perfectly. His blue eyes were fixed on you, and you realized, —too late already—, there was a little smile on his lips, prompted by the way you were undressing him with your eyes.

"What, do I make you nervous, princess?" he questioned you, using the same condescending tone and smirk you had earlier; as he took a step closer to you.

You genuinely felt your knees weaken at his voice and the way he looked, but you were too proud to let him know that, so you simply shrugged.

"Come closer and maybe I'll tell you." you teased with a low tone, letting your eyes travel through his body.

Rafe's smirk widened, he thought that finally you two were on the same page, thinking about the same thing, and more importantly, that it would happen. He took a confident step towards you, so this way he was towering over you, his chest barely inches away from yours, his lips basically hovering over yours.

You placed both hands on his body, letting them travel from his abs all the way to his chest, causing him to bite his lip at the feeling. Rafe leant down even more, his lips grazing with yours, breaths mixing and skin touching.

And then...

You pushed him out of the way and locked yourself in the bathroom.

DAY 4

By doing that, provoking Rafe in that way and then putting a door between the two of you; you had started a silent game, in which you were provoking each other in an obvious way, waiting for one of you to give in.

After hours of playing tease, any slight contact or brush from Rafe's skin against yours had you biting your lip to silence a sound, and any look you gave Rafe with your bedroom eyes had him on the verge of jumping your bones.

The staring game got a little too heavy for Rafe, so he stood up from the booth and walked to the kitchen, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up and immediately taking a drag.

You knew you couldn't let him get away with it, at least not without trying, so you stood up and walked to the kitchen as well, if he asked, then being dinner time would be a perfect excuse.

Rafe heard you walk into the kitchen, but paid no mind, deciding to focus solely on his cigarette, placing a hand on the kitchen island and letting his head hang low.

Funny enough, the drawer where pans are kept is right where Rafe is, by his left hand, and sure as hell you wouldn't ask anything from him. Which left you with an only choice.

You walked to where Rafe stood, which he noticed as he turned his head to look at you, and right when he took a step back, you found the perfect opportunity to slip right between him and the kitchen island, your body grinding on him, in all the right places.

The sound of Rafe's breathing picking up gave you a sense of victory, as you remained in front of him and bent slightly to take out the pan you needed, only to walk away right when you felt him harden behind you and the ghost of his hand over your hip.

He really thought he had you. Again.

Your smile of victory didn't disappear, not even when the stove wouldn't turn on and you had to resort to chopping fruit and hoping that was enough to rid your hunger.

Now is when Rafe found the perfect opportunity to tease you back, seeing as you were completely distracted while cutting fruit. He slowly walked back into the kitchen, making sure you couldn't hear him. You were completely clueless to his presence, even when he stood right behind you.

However, as soon as Rafe took another step closer; you did become aware of his presence. Very.

"Oh, don't mind me." he mumbled in your ear.

"What are you doing?" you asked, pretending to be completely unbothered, while the reality is that you're screaming on the inside. His chest was pressed to your back, one of his hands had found its way to your hips, and his breath tingled in your ear.

And right there was when he reached out to grab a glass; which was on the cabinet above your head.

The reality is that Rafe didn't have to stretch to reach the glass, it was just a matter of raising his arm. But where was the fun in that?

As he stretched, his body pressed even closer against yours, you could feel him hard against you, his breath now in your ear. And in an attempt to avoid his lips, you bent over, a move that only served in Rafe's favor, causing you to bite your lip in an attempt to silence the moan that would come from your lips.

Both were thinking the same thing. Of just how easy it would be for him to take you right there and then.

But you wouldn't give up just yet, no sir, you still had one ace up your sleeve. Which is why you picked up your fruit tray and slid out from the right space between the bar and Rafe's body.

***

Normally, you wouldn't care if Rafe decided to just watch you eat instead of eating something himself, but right now it had you on edge.

He was sitting on the seat in front of you, his legs spread slightly, his hands on his thighs, and his eyes fixed on you. He was basically manspreading, ocassionally lifting his hips from the chair to 'get comfortable', but you weren't stupid.

"Are you done flexing your muscles now?" you asked boredly, raising an eyebrow at Rafe.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed again as you stood up, his eyes followed your hand closely, especially when you drove your fingers to your lips and sucked the remaining fruit juice off them. The sight almost made him roll his eyes, but not in annoyance.

"I'm going to the jacuzzi," you announced, letting your eyes travel over him. "You do you."

Even though it had not been an open or direct invitation, you knew Rafe had understood the innuendo.

You hurried to the jacuzzi, taking off your clothes as the water heated up, you poured the bubble soap while letting your hair down, knowing that Rafe wouldn't be long in coming, although he wasn't hot on your heels to disguise how desperate he was, you knew he was coming for you.

As you stared at the steaming, bubbly water, a wicked idea found its way to your mind.

Meanwhile, Rafe paced back and forth in the hallway, running his hands through his hair repeatedly, especially when he stopped and had that urge to open the bathroom door where he knew you were.

He wanted this. He had been waiting for years for you to figure it out, but you never did and he wouldn't risk anything.

But now? Now you're just a door away, and what's holding him back is his pride. Knowing that if he opens that door, he's admitting his need for you. Proving that chasing after you is more important than his pride.

He cursed himself for what felt the longest time before giving in and opening the bathroom door. The first thing he saw was steam. Lots of it. It made him squint his eyes while they trailed over the place in search of you.

His eyes fell on the jacuzzi, it was filled with small bubbles, the room smelt like vanilla. Rafe just stood near the entrance, his eyes slowly travelling through the bubbles, for he knew he'd find you at the edge of the jacuzzi.

And there you were, your back pressed against the side of the jacuzzi, arms spread over the edge, the bubbly water covering your body, stopping right below your collarbone, just atop of your chest.

His mind automatically went places, but Rafe kept his thoughts at bay as he took off his shirt without a word. You did nothing but stare at him, your eyes following every move, from the way he gripped the edge of his shirt, to the way he slid it off his body and his torso came into view.

Rafe took a step closer, but he felt something soft under his foot, so he looked down. And what did he find?

Your swimming suit.

At first he didn't process entirely what it meant, but then his eyes widened. You were naked. In the jacuzzi that's just a couple of steps away from him. And he was just... standing there like an idiot? Rafe was embarrassed of himself.

A soft giggle escaped your lips when you noticed how flustered Rafe suddenly was, he actually struggled while taking off his shorts and if you hadn't been so amused by the view, you would have offered to help.

Eventually he stopped fumbling with its ties, and right when he pulled it down his hips, you looked away. Your tongue glided over your teeth as you felt the temptation to look, but you were stronger than that.

"Enjoying the jacuzzi you said you could live without?" Rafe asked in a calm tone as he got in it, sitting by your right side.

"Very much," you assured, running your hand through the water, moving the bubbles slightly, you really had no intention other than to distract yourself from how nervous you were, still, Rafe tried to see through the bubbles.

Rafe couldn't handle himself anymore, he had denied himself for so long that he wanted you. Told himself he was crazy. But now that he has you in front of him and has spent 4 days alone with you, he is more than sure that he wants you.

And he will do anything to have you.

He knew this would be pathetic, lame even, but it would work.

As both did nothing but enjoy the hot tub, and tried to ignore each other's bodies, Rafe discreetly slid his hand to the side control panel of the hot tub.

Although he would never admit it, Rafe spends so much time in the hot tub that he learned the controls by heart. So he knew exactly which buttons to push to disable two of the hot tub jets, the ones on your side, for that matter.

Your state of relaxation was interrupted as soon as you stopped feeling the hot water flowing on your side of the jacuzzi, the vibrations had stopped and you no longer felt the soft massages on your skin.

You raised your head and opened your eyes, noticing that indeed, the water stopped on your side. "What the..."

"What's wrong?" Rafe asked, his eyes closed as he did his best to hide a little smirk.

"The water just... stopped." you replied in confusion, not understanding why he was so calm.

"Oh, that's bad, my side is just fine." he replied simply, opening his eyes.

You rolled your eyes at his disinterested tone. You couldn't believe that you had actually gone out of your way to plan all this, and he couldn't even stop being an idiot for a second.

Utterly done with his bullshit, you slowly moved to the little steps that led out of the hot tub, the last thing you wanted was to slip and embarrass yourself.

However, before you could even reach them, you felt long fingers wrapping around your wrist, his skin was soft and warm due to the hot bubbly water. You turned to look at him, doing your best to keep your eyes focused on his.

"Come closer." his voice was calm, his fingers softly tugged your wrist; as if wanting to pull you closer but not quite to make you uncomfortable.

'Fuck it.' you thought.

You complied to his request and walked slowly to where he sat, the bubbles doing all the work and covering your body from his. You kept getting closer, Rafe slowly opened his legs, so you could stand between them.

The feeling of the skin of his thighs against yours was your cue to stop, knowing that if you took one step closer, you'd feel him against you.

His eyes bore on yours. The light blue of his eyes was darkened by the lust running through his body, his pupils were dilated, his lips plump and red. He was one hell of a beautiful man.

Your faces were inches away from each other, but neither would yield to temptation.

You bit your lip slightly as soon as you felt Rafe's large hands resting on your hips, while the grip wasn't too strong, it was firm, showing he wasn't hesitating.

Testing the waters, you took a step closer and he let you, the grip on your waist becoming firmer and more secure, you could even say you felt him pulling you into his body slightly.

Keeping eye contact; Rafe's hand began to slide lightly, letting go of your waist, brushing your hip with his fingertips. His hand moved down to your thigh, where he too caressed your thigh with his fingertips, drawing imaginary circles, which moved closer and closer to the center of your legs.

Knowing exactly what he was doing, you felt fire in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. And you wanted him now. But you also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Maybe after all you were as stubborn as he claimed you were.

You motioned to move your leg, and immediately, Rafe took a hold of your thigh, stopping you. A smirk appeared on your lips.

Without saying anything, you yielded to his touch and moved even closer, putting your leg over his thigh, and quickly bringing the other leg up as well, straddling him.

The direct contact of your skin with Rafe's, your core brushing against his dick... made him let out an agitated sigh right in your ear.

And you would have teased him about it, but the truth is that the contact of his hard dick against your body almost made you moan. He was right under you, all it took was for you to raise slightly and for him to align himself.

Ignoring how much you wanted to grind on him, you put your arms around his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck in the process, moving even closer, your chest pressed against his and your chin resting on his shoulder, wanting to enjoy the warm water a while longer before the inevitable happened.

Rafe didn't know if this was a gift or a punishment; either way, he was enjoying it as much as he was suffering from it. His arms wrapped around your body, your breasts pressed against his chest, your pussy brushing just the right places on his dick.

If this is the game you wanted to play, then Rafe would be just as good at it.

He lifted his hips slightly and at that you couldn't help but let out a gasp, which you prayed he hadn't heard, but he did, and it only fed his ego.

As his fingertips caressed your spine, Rafe moved your hair from your shoulders to get access, and brought his lips to your neck.

He started with innocent kisses, little brushes of his lips against your skin, while his fingertips caressed your skin.

However, Rafe was determined to break you.

He brought his lips to the small spot below your ear, where he sucked, receiving an audible moan from you. One of his hands had slid down your back until it ended at your ass, which he squeezed and used to push your body against his, grinding on him.

"Fuck..." you mumbled, throwing your head back out of mere instinct.

He had so many dirty comments to make, but he decided to concentrate on you. Since you had thrown your head back, he had more access to your neck. He brought his lips to your skin again, starting to leave little bites and kisses all over, while one of his hands traveled to your breasts, his fingers taking one of your nipples and giving it a twist on his fingers.

At this you squirmed slightly on top of him, your hips moving against his, rubbing his dick in such a perfect way that it made him growl against your skin.

"You like that, princess?" I murmur against your skin, voice husky. "Want me to do it again?"

"Yes." you mumbled breathlessly.

"Yes what?"

Oh, his bitch ass wanted you to beg?

Slightly annoyed by his cockiness, you purposefully grinded your hips against his; making sure to touch him in all the right places.

Rafe let out a mixture of a groan and a moan at that, your attitude only teasing him further. He slid the hand that had been on your nipple, now focusing on the space between your legs.

And as soon as you saw the cocky smirk on his lips and his lustful stare, you knew it was over for you.

His fingers moved deftly between your legs, as you grasped his jaw and moved his head to the side, so that you could have access to his neck and an efficient way to quiet the sounds he would elicit from you.

His index finger slipped between your folds, while his thumb searched for your clit until he found it, and began to give circular notions.

He had found it, and fast. That's why you were surprised and accidentally left a little bite on his neck, which was welcomed by Rafe, as he started to speed up his thumb and slid his middle finger inside you.

"Rafe," you murmured, your walls automatically tightening around his finger.

"Does this feel good?" he murmured in your ear as his thumb accelerated his movements, he slid his ring finger in as well, your walls clenching at his voice. "Oh it does, you're already clenching around my fingers, princess."

Now he had two fingers inside you, which he began to move in a come hither motion, hitting your spot, the one you didn't know existed, but Rafe (of all people) had found in a matter of minutes.

"Fuck Rafe-"

He could feel you, how your walls clenched around his fingers so tightly it was hard for him to move them, your kisses on his neck had become sloppy and wet, your eyes were closed.

And just when you felt you would reach the tip of ecstasy, Rafe pulled his fingers out of you.

You were about to insult him, but he spoke first, taking your jaw with one of his hands, fixing his eyes on yours.

"The first time I make you cum, it will be on my dick, yeah?"

And you swore you could've come right there. Just by his words.

"Yeah?" he questioned again, making you realize it had been more of a way to get your permission.

"Yeah." you nodded your head eagerly, and that was all he needed.

Rafe wrapped his arms around you and stood up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, biting your lip in anticipation for what was about to come.

Rafe knew the boat like the back of his hand, so in a matter of no time, both were in his room, Rafe placed you down on his bed, not caring in the least that you were wetting it and dripping it with bubbles.

Rafe was soon close to you again, his lips on your skin. Your breathing started to become erratic, unable to control yourself in the face of the new sensations. His kisses traveled all over your neck, part of your shoulders and even on your jaw.

Without a word, Rafe grabbed you with moderate force by the jaw, and caught your lips with his immediately.

You lost yourself in the kiss completely, the sensation of his lips against yours being a new piece of paradise you had just discovered.

Forbidden paradise at that. Rafe Cameron himself was making you feel like this, it was wrong… but it felt so right.

You laid completely on your back as he hovered on top of you, his lips still on yours. The kiss wasn't like you imagined your first kiss with him would be, this one was.... More desperate, with lust.

Unable to stay still and wanting to discover your whole body, Rafe began to leave kisses and little bites on your neck, making your skin hot with desperation. You tried to grab his face to bring him back to your lips, but as soon as you tried, he pulled away from you, took your wrists and put them against the bed, his face was above yours, the room was barely being illuminated by the light that was filtering through the blinds, so you couldn't see much, only the shadow of his features.

"I'm done playing this little game." he said over your lips, his voice hoarser than usual, and his breathing was rapid. “You want me?”

"I want you."

You saw the shadow of a victorious smile on his lips, and felt them against yours again, he put both hands holding your wrists above your head, and held both of your wrists with one hand, having the other one free.

His kisses began to descend again, with a slowness that clearly had the sole purpose of driving you crazy.

You lifted your hips off the bed so you could feel some more of him, Rafe took advantage of this and positioned himself between your legs with ease.

He stopped kissing you momentarily, you could feel his breath on your skin, the light was enough to know he was staring at you.

Without warning, he returned his hand to between your thighs and now pushed three fingers inside you, while his thumb returned to your clit, you inevitably ended up letting out a moan, as his fingers had hit the right spot again. Having located the spot already, he began to move his fingers faster and deeper, curving them from time to time, accelerating the speed of his thumb as well.

Rafe wanted to engrave this image of you inside of his eyelids, to see you squirming under him every time he closed his eyes.

His lips went lower and lower, until his head was between your thighs and your hand was lost in his hair. His lips concentrated on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, making you let out a moan you were ashamed of, because of how loud it had been.

His hand kept up that incredible rhythm, but what made you almost climax was the feeling after he sucked on your clit and bit down lightly.

"Rafe, Rafe I'm gonna—"

That was all he needed to know to remove his hand, he would keep up with his word. As soon as he moved his hand away from your pussy, you immediately felt the emptiness, but you were too busy getting back to normal to complain.

Rafe brought his fingers covered with your wetness to his lips and licked them clean, the sight of that, combined with the "mmm" he let out, was mouth watering.

Rafe pulled you closer to him, so that your legs were over his thighs, he placed his hands on the sides of your head. His dick rubbed against your entrance, which brought gasps to both of your lips.

He leaned over you and you could hear his breathing fast and heavy in your ear, it was almost like he was waiting for something.

"What's wrong?" you asked. "I'm on the pill—"

You didn't have to finish saying the sentence for him to enter you with a quick movement of his hips, making you moan immediately, it took a few seconds to get used to the sensation of having him inside you. He's... big.

He stayed still for a few seconds, letting out hoarse mumbles of how good you felt, directly into your ear. Once you felt comfortable, you tightened your walls around him, which made him let out a grunt and start moving his hips against yours.

You brought your hands to his neck and pulled his face to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss, as his hips moved incessantly, one of your hands tangled in his hair, and as if on reflex, he put a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly, something that made you moan into his lips.

"You're mine, you know that, don't you?" he whispered in your ear.

"Rafe—"

"I'll ruin you for other men. No one will ever make you feel like this, mark my words."

His words and the movement of his hips made your eyes roll. "Don't stop."

He pulled his face away from yours and placed his weight on the arm he has placed at the side of your head, speeding up the movements. You wrapped your legs around his waist to deepen things.

You noticed that he started to slow down, but his movements still had depth, you knew he was doing it so he wouldn't tire quickly, but maybe you could help.

You used a considerable amount of strength to be able to turn you both around, ending up on top of him, while he looked at you with his lower lip between his teeth.

Just to tease him further, you slipped his dick out of you and moved away, your body hovering over his thighs, he sat down on the bed, waiting for you to do something, but you only smirked at him.

Rafe sat there while stroking himself, and being done with your attitude, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back to him, starting to fill your breasts with wet kisses and hickeys, bitting your nipples from time to time, while you put your legs around him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him.

You knew you wouldn’t last too long away from him, anyway.

"Stop teasing me, princess."

"If not, where's the fun?"

He used the grip he had on your hips and pulled you down, entering you again, a hoarse moan came from his lips. You pushed him down by the chest so he’d lay down, and began to move on top of him, in circles and up and down while his hands were on your hips and yours on his chest.

You knew those moves were only satisfying to yourself, as you moved as you needed to, and Rafe was quick to notice that.

The grip he had on your hips began to increase in strength, a sign that he was getting desperate. Until he finally sat down in a rush, and began to move you at the pace he wanted, as the hand he kept on your hip guaranteed him control.

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that?" he emphasised every word with a hip thrust. "My brat."

"Fuck, fuck- Rafe..."you weren't even able to say his name, or speak at all.

You placed one hand on his shoulder and another on his neck, starting to move faster, he left sloppy kisses on your chest and collarbone, you scratched his back, and sometimes left bites on his shoulder to stifle moans, especially when he murmured things in your ear, along the lines of "you're mine" "who does this pussy belong to?”

If you had known Rafe Cameron had such talent for dirty talk...

It didn't take long before you two began to lose rhythm, his movements were erratic, and your speed had slowed.

Until he finally came inside you, seeing the way his eyes closed tightly, as heavy breaths came from between his pink lips along with the "Shit, Y/N, you feel like heaven," he mumbled, was what made you climax too.

While both came down of your highs, there was nothing but silence, Rafe was still inside you, and remained like that when he collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his body, both falling asleep without another word.

DAY 5

Boundaries.

Neither of you knew which ones were there and which ones had been erased last night, but you and Rafe knew that the relationship had changed.

You'd woke up with Rafe still buried inside you, and a set of awkward interactions followed.

When the police arrived for both in the morning, Shoupe asked how you've been, and said "sorry" for ‘being late.’

You already knew that Rafe had probably bribed him not to come earlier, though.

Both sat on the booth while the police officer refilled the gas tank, and the silence between both was slightly awkward.

"So," Rafe said, stretching his arm behind you, placing it around your waist and pulling you closer to him, not in a sweet way, more in a possessive one. "The Club, 9 o'clock?"

"Huh?" you raised your brow at him.

"You're mine, I told you," Rafe said firmly, his eyes locked on yours. "And I'm going to show you how there's no one better for you than me—"

"—After you fucked the shit out of me."

"— by taking you out to dinner. And from there, wherever you want, but together."

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killerofthecooch · 2 years

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New In Town

(you’re rowley’s cousin in this)

RODRICK SMUT RODICK SMUT RODRICK SMUT RODRICK SMUT RODRICK SMUT RODRICK SMUT

- this is your warning to stop reading -

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“Rowley! Your cousins here! Come help her with her bags!” Mrs Jefferson yelled from the door as she watched her niece struggle with the bags left on the side walk from the taxi cab she took. “Rowley!” She scolded.

Rowley sobbed down the stairs. “Sorry mom. I was in the bathroom-“

“Go help her.” She seethed between her teeth. “She’s struggling, the poor dear.” She opened the door to let Rowley out. “Hurry up.” She whisper yelled when he reached the side of the lawn.

Y/n smiled at him. “Finally.” She threw her arms around him. “Rowley! It’s so nice to see you!”

He smiled awkwardly. “My mom said I have to help with your bags.”

“Of course she did.” Y/n smiled to herself. She handed Rowley some of her bags before picking up some herself. “Goodness it’s hot out here.”

Rowley led y/n into the house, up the stairs, and into the room she’d be staying in until graduation.

“So, uh, why’d you decide to move here?” Rowley asked to start a conversation, hoping she’d just tell him to scram or something.

She sighed, setting some of her bags on her bed. “I got caught smoking weed so my parents sent me here… but it’s fine because this place has the literal best plugs.”

“What-“ Rowley said awkwardly, tugging at the collar of his polo shirt for some kind of air.

Y/n snickered. “Im just messing with you, Rowley. I got into a fight with a girl over some guy she liked, who’s gay, and she was, like, harassing him to like her back so I punched her.”

Rowley looked around nervously. “Um, I think my moms calling me…” He hurried out of y/n’s room and ran down the stairs and to the neighbors house.

Y/n sighed, grinning as she plopped down on her bed and pulled out a wax pen with the wax already inside. She took a nice long hit before realizing someone from across her window was eyeing her intensely. She stood up and opened her window, leaning against the windowsill with her pen still in her hand. “Hey neighbor.”

The guy knelt down to see her more clearly. “You in the right house?”

She laughed a little. “Yes. Of course I am.”

He eyed her. “You’re related to Rowley?” He asked, obviously not believing the fact she’d be in any house by him, much less the Jefferson house.

She nodded. “Yeah. He’s my cousin.”

The guy laughed. “Now way that’s true. No way.” He said shaking his head.

“Why not?” She questioned before taking another hit.

He squinted at her. “Well for one thing you smoke, two you don’t exactly look like the Jeffersons, and three you’re undeniably attractive.”

Y/n grinned. “Why don’t you come over?”

He chuckled. “No way am I gonna deal with all the proper shit in that house. You come here.”

She shrugged. “Keep the back door open, neighbor.” She shut her window and jogged down the stairs and snuck out to the backyard. After she got out there she struggled a little with hopping the fence but decided to break two of the wooden planks that made the fence and slide through it, making sure they fell back into place when she was on the other side.

The guy slid the back door open for her and led her up two flights of stairs to the attic, which is his bedroom.

She nodded approvingly as she looked around at the posters. “It’s nice.” She said finally.

The guy plopped down on his bed, eyeing his new neighbor. “How long are you staying?”

Y/n smirked. “Not even a ‘what’s your name?’” She joked.

He raised an unamused brow while she cleared her throat. “Im staying until I graduate.”

“Your parents are cool with that?” He asked, a little shocked.

She stalked over to him, standing above him. “Does it matter?”

He grinned. “Maybe not.”

She knelt down a little, her hands resting on the sides of his neck while her thumbs grazed against his jawline, she leaned over and pressed her lips against his.

He didn’t waste any time pulling her onto his lap so both of her knees were on either side of him, his hands planted on her ass, he let them slide up occasionally to tease her a little.

Y/n got bored of the little make out session they were having and decided to move her hips a little until she felt her neighbor grow harder under her, which made her grin into the kiss. “Oops.” She said innocently when he looked up at her.

He flipped her over so he was on top, her ass in the air while he lifted up her pleated skirt and slid down her panties. “You came prepared, stranger.” He said raspily in her ear.

She slid her ass against his dick in response before feeling it slam into her, a loud moan escaping her lips as he slowly moved out. Continuous moans filled the room as he slammed into her, his hands gripping onto her titties, his fingers playing with her hard nipples as he fucked into his new neighbor.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Y/n moaned out.

“Let it all out.” The guy grunted, holding onto her.

She gripped onto the sheets as she moaned. “Oh fuck me harder! Harder! Baby, fuck!”

When he felt her cum on him he pulled out, his cum going all over her ass. She grinned at him when he fell beside her. “Round two?”

He didn’t hesitate to pull her onto his lap, carefully placing her down on his dick, both of them moaning as y/n rode him.

She began bouncing up and down, her titties going crazy. Her neighbor ripped her white see through shirt off and grabbed on her tits, leaning up to suck on them to keep his moans quieter.

Y/n continued to ride his dick until he came inside her. “Mmm.” She let out, getting off his dick and laying beside him, her legs spread out. “I need more.” She moaned out, her hands traveling down her body, her fingers pumping in and out of her as her other hand rubbed her clit, her soft whimpers escaped her mouth uncontrollably while her neighbor watched in awe.

When finished she put her fingers in her mouth sucked on them while keeping eye contact with her new neighbor.

He climbed on top of her and kissed her, his hands pinning hers against the bed while he let his lips travel lower and lower on her body. “God you’re so hot.” He mumbled against her skin.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick rules #rodrick smut #y/n #rodrick x y/n #female #fem reader #rodrick x fem reader #rodrick jeffrey supremacy #xoch magoch backup acc #xoch magoch #xochmagoch

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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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I mean… if you’re in the mood to hump Cassian’s thigh while he kisses you and teases you for being needy… new fic?👀

pairings: cassian x f!reader

warnings: 18+ only, smut, thigh riding, dom/sub dynamics, slight spanking,

a/n: you tempted me…and i did it. this isn’t proof read, forgive me for any mistakes

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“Nuh-uh, dolly. If you want to act like that, you don’t get my cock,” Cassian wrapped his arm around your waist, smirking at the pout on your lips. You yelp as he brings you down, your legs dangled over either side of his left thigh as he sat you atop him. The rough fabric of his leathers pressed against your soft, naked, wet core.

“Please, Cassian,” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, “I want you to fuck me.” Burying your face in his neck, you nip lightly at the skin there. Your arms wound around his shoulders, reaching for his wing, you drag your fingers down the side, “Pretty please, I need your big cock to fill me up,” whispering in his ear, you bit at his lobe, “I know you want my little pussy wrapped around you, I bet you’re hard, really hard, yeah? Please, i’m so-”

His palm came down on your ass. Hard. It lurched your hips forward on his thigh, surprising you when your clit scraped against his leathers, your gasp rung in his ear. “Enough,” he growled.

Cassian’s other hand came up to wrap around the back of your neck, pulling your head back to look him in the eyes. You didn’t dare say another word. You were in deep shit as it was. The expression on his face made you tremble. Yet, you knew he was holding back from bending your body in half and pounding your cunt. But that’s exactly what you wanted. And he couldn’t give you that. “Don’t think for a second you’re going to get what you want by acting like a little cock-drunk brat. Got that?”

You nod, whimpering out a ‘yes’ and his eyes softened. Cassian rubbed your tender ass and his head dipped forward to leave a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the base of your throat. “I know you’re needy, sweetheart but I need you to be a good girl for me,” Cassian’s lips never left your skin. You were melting for him by the second, his switch in demeanour sending any fight you had left away. “You’ve been bad today.” He was right. You’d been trying to jump his bones all day, even through you knew he was busy. You had whispered dirty things you want him to do to you when you’d cross paths, grinding your ass against him and even resorting to stripping off naked with the risk of Azriel or Rhys spotting you.

“I’m sorry,” You pulled Cassian’s face to yours, “I’ll be good for you.” You kissed him. Once. Twice. And then his tongue was slipping past your lips, swirling around yours and exploring your mouth. The kiss was slow, sensual and you were completely lost in it.

You didn’t even realise you were winding your hips, grinding your soaked cunt down on Cassian’s thick thigh. It wasn’t until your clit rubbed just right against his leg and you released a long moan into Cassian’s mouth that you came to. The ache between your legs was given the first touch of relief all day and you couldn’t stop yourself from circling your hips down harder.

Cassian’s lips left yours to look down. He watched in awe at the way you wound your hips, desperately seeking friction. “Does that feel good?” His large hands slid to your waist as he continued to stare, swearing he could feel the throb of your pussy through his pants. Cassian’s hands gripped, he rocked your hips slowly, back and forth and back and forth. The new angle had your clit scraping against him with each rut of your cunt on his leg. “Mhm, yeah,” Your head tipped back, lips parted as whiney breaths left your mouth.

He was entranced by you. Your hips rocked rhythmically on his thigh, your back in a sweet arch and your neck bared. “This is all you needed wasn’t it? You just want to cum, don’t you?” His hands slid up to your breasts, squeezing and fondling your swelled skin. His thumbs flicking your peaked nipples, sending sparks of pleasure to your pussy. Cassian’s lips reattached to your neck and when you nodded again, “Wanna cum for you, please.”

“Listen to you,” Cassian began to coo into your neck, “So fucking desperate. I bet you’re making a mess on my thigh.” He sunk his teeth into your skin, “I should make you lick it up once you’re done, sweetheart.” Whimpering at the thought, your cunt clenched around nothing. You didn’t let your hips falter for a second, the harsh material of Cassian’s pants were rubbing the sensitive skin of your pussy raw. You loved the feeling.

“You look so pretty like this, humping my thigh,” Cassian groaned, teeth scratching your neck, “I want you to make yourself cum on my leg, can you do that for me?”

Tilting your head further back to grant him more access, you moan loudly, “Yes!” You gripped his shoulders, using the hold as leverage to move your hips faster on him. “There’s my good girl,” Cassian praised, nuzzling his face against your throat, breathing in your scent, “My desperate little sweetheart.”

The coil was winding in the pit of your stomach, each lulling word slipping from Cassian’s lips spurring you on further. His mouth dragged down, replacing his fingers on your nipple. “Cass-” He sucked your pebbled nipple hard, drawling out a mewl from you.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw dropped. You were there, right at the edge of sweet bliss. The rocking of your hips was frantic, chasing your high. “Cassian, I’m-” Your brow furrowed, you wanted to be a good girl for him. So why couldn’t you slip over and let go. You were stuck teetering on the line of pleasure. A long whine escaped your throat.

“Need help, sweetheart?” Cassian chuckled, scraping his teeth over your breast. The word ‘please’ became a chant on your lips. You were so fucking close. Cassian took pity on your whimpering self, wrapping an arm around your waist and helping you grind on him. He bounced his leg beneath you and lights exploded behind your eyes.

“Fuck!” You sobbed, lurching forward and wrapping yourself around Cassian. Your climax shook through your entire body. Hips bucking against his leg as you rode it out. You were breathing heavily, steadying out as Cassian’s hand ran across your back in soothing strokes. “There you go…feel better?”

You nodded drowsily, your forehead pressed against his shoulder. Cassian let out an amused hum, “Good, cause i’m nowhere near done with you, doll.” You bit back a whimper.

“You wanted my cock so bad, now you’re going to get it. And I’ll decide when I think you’ve had enough, okay? Make a sound and you’ll only make it worse for yourself.” Another slap was landed on your ass, “On the bed, sweetheart, hands and knees, on you go.”

It’s safe to say, your poor pussy was in for a long night.

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butwhyduh · 2 years

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Spare Key

Jason Todd x reader who’s Dicks neighbor

Summary: your friend Dick gives you keys to his place but he didn’t tell you everything.

warning: mentions nudity and bad words

You’d been neighbors with Dick for a few years. He was a pretty nice guy. Traveled a lot and kept weird hours and used to be a cop. But he was always helpful and good to his neighbors. He had watered your plants when you went on vacation a few times. It wasn’t a huge surprise when he offered you a key to his place so that you could collect his mail and feed his dog on one of his big trips.

Dick’s apartment was across the hall. He didn’t do much as far as renovations. The original white paint covered the door that the apartment came with and you weren’t sure if he ever moved his furniture. But it made it easier because you knew where everything is.

So after you dropped off your few grocery bags, you went over to feed his brand new adorable puppy Haly. As you turned the key in the lock you were surprised that she didn’t start barking. She must be asleep.

You sat the keys in the key bowl and moved to go to the kitchen when-

“What the FUCK-“ a man yelped.

“Ahhhh-“ you shrieked at the sight of a fully naked full frontal view of a naked man making a sandwich in Dick’s kitchen.

“Who are you?!?”

“Why are you NAKED?”

“What are YOU doing in someone’s apartment?” He asked grabbing a hand towel to cover his junk. It did a pitiful job covering the body of a man that was probably the fittest person you’ve ever seen. He was covered in scars but it didn’t take away any of his beauty. You looked away quickly. He moved and you grabbed an umbrella by the front door.

“Oh great. What are you gonna do, hit me?” He asked with a rolled eye.

“I don’t know you. You could have a weapon,” you defended looking at him again. Safety over modesty. He look flabbergasted.

“Where?? Under the towel?” He asked bewildered. “Look lady, I don’t know why you’re here since you clearly aren’t my brother’s girlfriend-“

“And neither are- wait, you’re his brother?” You said as his words caught up.

“Yeah, I’m his brother. Care telling me know YOU are?” He asked.

“I’m his neighbor. I’m so sorry,” you stammered before turning away to avoid staring and sat the umbrella down. He grabbed a hoodie from a chair and tied it around his waist covering the front. “Dick asked me to feed his dog. I didn’t know anyone was here.”

“Oh, yeah. Dickhead forgot to tell me he was having a visitor. I’m Jason,” he said holding out his hand automatically without thinking. You flushed hot shaking the hand of a naked man you just met.

“Nice to meet you,” you said and then you mumbled out your name. You looked anywhere but at him. “Uh, since you’re uh… on it, I’ll just- I’ll go. Sorry to just barge in.”

“No, it’s okay,” he said running a hand in his hair awkwardly.

“Okay, yeah,” you said quickly leaving. You walked down to your apartment and quickly shut the door behind you. You leaned against the door and started laughing at the ridiculousness. Oh man, you had gone over to feed a dog and instead ran into a naked man.

A extremely handsome fit man who was blessed in the uhh, pants department. You weren’t trying to look but damn. He had nothing to be ashamed of there. Nope. A healthy man for sure.

A knock at the door made you jump. You quickly opened it to see him, fully clothed, standing outside. Hopefully he couldn’t read minds, you thought. You were a little ashamed to be thinking about his dick like that.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey, sorry about earlier. I don’t usually walk around other people’s apartments naked,” he said with an embarrassed smile.

“Oh, uh no. It’s your brothers place. I don’t judge,” you replied.

“Sure. Uh, if you could just not tell Dick about this. They would be great. I’m not sure he’s uhh cool about that,” he grimaced.

“Mum’s the word,” you said. “As long as you don’t mention that I threatened you with an umbrella.”

He laughed. “Deal. And tell me to fuck off, but would you like to go get some coffee or something?” He asked looking at you with a fake casualness.

“Do I have to tell you to fuck off? I’d rather have the coffee,” you answered with a little smile.

“The fuck off, while an open invite, is not required,” he replied with a grin looking at the floor.

“Then I’ll decline and instead take the coffee offer,” you answered. “There’s a new place a few blocks away. We can just walk if you want.”

“That sounds nice.” He answered as you grabbed your coat.

“You know,” you started. “I’ve never gone on a date after seeing someone naked.”

3 weeks later

Dick turned the key to his apartment expecting Haly to bark like crazy. He’d had multiple people help care for her while he was gone but she always missed him like crazy when he got back.

“Girl? Haly?” He called to silence. Dick quickly went around the apartment to find her when he heard noises of people talk by the door. He walked to the front quietly.

You and Jason were holding hands. He had Haly’s leash in his other hand that he quickly let go of without paying her attention. She raced towards Dick who ruffled her hair while staring at you both. Jason grabbed you around the waist and pulled your coffee cup from your hand and sat it down before grasping you close to kiss you softly.

“What the HELL??” Dick asked. You jumped away from Jason rather violently.

“Jesus, Dick, what the fuck man,” Jason said after having jumped too.

“What is that? Why is this? You two,” he asked.

Jason shrugged and you flushed.

“Hi Dick,” you said softly when no words came to. “How was your trip?”

“Good.”

“That’s nice. I’m just gonna go. I’ll talk to you later,” you said awkwardly before leaving. You could hear Dick from behind the closed door.

“You took my suit. You took my bedroom. You took my glute-master 1000. And now my neighbor??? Get your own shit, bro!”

#jason todd x reader insert #Jason todd x reader #batboy x reader #Jason todd fluff #neighbor au #red hood x reader #red hood fanfiction #dick Grayson is a big bro

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keisl0vergirl · 2 years

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bts reacting to you being “cancelled” for ridiculous reasons

[pairings] bts x reader (separate)

[genre] fluff, slight angst??

[warnings] mentions of online hate

[authors note] notice how twitter is a recurring theme in all of them? yeah.

Kim Seokjin — Smiling at another member

this all started when jin went on vlive and showed the BTS of their recent music video

he invited you to join and of course, you said yes

when you got there jin was busy ranting about his makeup so you decided to let him be

taehyung was on his phone in the back and you went over to greet him

however, when you did you smiled

now it wasn’t anything special

just a normal smile . like :) not ;)

after finally getting jins attention, he showed you to the fans and gave you a hug

nothing out of the ordinary

but when you got home you checked your phone and saw your twitter was blowing up

apparently a fan made an innocent edit of your interaction with tae during the live

and it got blown out of proportion

now you were being accused of cheating on jin???

and with taehyung of all people???

you didn’t bother engaging in it so you turned off your phone and went about with your day

when dating someone as famous as jin, it wasn’t surprising to see this

however jin thought otherwise

he was furious

it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened

he raced over to your house expecting you to be in tears about the accusations and hate you were receiving

but when he burst through the door he saw you watching Netflix and eating some food you had just ordered

“jin?? what are you doing here? is something wrong?”

“aah, nothing is wrong.” he gave you a nervous smile

“uh okayy… do you want some?”

he joined you, also ignoring his phone

but don’t get it confused

he still posted a picture of you and him making cute faces on twitter and weverse

“MY love <333”

Min Yoongi — Walking away from paparazzi when you had something to do

with yoongi you had a private relationship for roughly 5 months before it was exposed

yoongi was mad about the weird comments you got

but they slowed down after a while

your personal life was invaded quite a bit but you didn’t mind

it was something you got used to rather quickly

but that didn’t mean you liked being on camera

even if it was one of the boys recording, you would try your hardest to stay out of the frame

making it clear that the recording life wasn’t for you

at all.

so when you came out of a store on your way to your mothers house and saw reporters and paparazzi outside…

you already knew what was going to happen

once they caught sight of you

they went feral

“miss y/n what do you have to say about BTS’s recent song?” “how’s your relationship with yoongi?” “did you hear about the rumours? yoongi was sighted getting cosy with another woman. do you have anything to say about it?”

of course you heard the rumours but there was nothing to be angry or upset about

you completely trusted yoongi and everyone knew he was head over heels for you

“u-uh… sorry but i have somewhere i need to be, im sorry” you smiled and scuffled off to your car

you could hear the distant shouts as you drove away

but you didn’t think anything of it

3 hours later and yoongi wouldn’t stop calling you

he wasn’t in the country so it was lowkey concerning

“hey, what’s up?” “you haven’t seen what they’re saying on twitter?” “what? no. you know i don’t use twitter.”

he sighed, shuffling heard from his line

“….why? is everything okay?”

“yeah. it’s just… people were saying some stuff about you running away from the reporters earlier.”

“oh.”

“don’t worry i have people dealing with it right now.” he grumbled

a smile printed itself on your lips, “it’s okay, honestly. as long as you’re good, im fine.”

there was a distant shout from the other side of the phone, something along the lines of practice and being late

“ah y/n i have to go but i’ll call you later. i love you.”

“i love you too, have fun.”

“will do.”

Jung Hoseok — Pranking him

something that kept you and hoseoks relationship exciting was the pranks you often pulled on one another

it was a war he started and wouldn’t let end

the pranks varied from feeding each other extremely salty foods to randomly making the water in the shower freezing cold

the last prank he pulled on you resulted in you having to give multiple flower stores large boxes of flowers

he had hired someone to drop off 10,000 roses in your house

a “romantic” gesture as he called it

you let it peacefully pass and moved on

until he began complaining about his hair dye washing out

you swear you could hear heaven singing

an opportunity handed directly to you

so you bought some pink hair dye and waited for him to leave the house, eventually mixing it in with his usual shampoo

said shampoo was conveniently purple so the colour difference wasn’t too noticeable

hoseok showered and boom.

came out looking pretty <33 with his new hair

he wasn’t particularly angry about it, more shocked that you managed to pull it off

but once the shock wore off, you could tell he loved it

it wasn’t the reaction you was initially going for but hey

seeing him cheesing made you cheese

“y/niee this is cuteeee”

he pulled out his phone and took selfies ready to showcase his new hairstyle to the world

deciding on twitter, he posted a selfie with the caption “my y/n pranked me ;(( #newhair<3 #ilookgood”

this wasn’t the first time your prank war was mentioned online, the topic coming up in a run!bts episode months ago

but when the fans saw what you did, they were livid

with the hashtags he added you would think people wouldn’t take it so seriously

but damn

you and hoseok didn’t take the hate personally

people always had something to say and blocking it out was easier than engaging in it

he wanted to post another tweet defending you but you told him no

silly comments weren’t going to ruin your one free day with your boyfriend

“hoseok, babe, trust me it’s not that bad. hate doesn’t affect me, never has and never will”

he stared at you with hearts in his eyes

everything you did was so admirable to him

“it’s my fault, i wanna help”

“you can help by making dinner while i find a movie for us to watch”

“yes ma’am” he gave you a heart warming smile and tight hug before scurrying off to the kitchen

Kim Namjoon — Calling out the people who were stalking you

now it may seem like you caused this

but really it wasn’t your fault

you were going about your day, as usual

then you noticed a group of girls look at their phones and point at you

it wasn’t odd, but it didn’t make it feel any better

they didn’t even care to whisper so you heard everything about they said

everything.

from being namjoons girlfriend to hoping to find out where you live incase namjoon, or anyone for that matter, was visiting you

walking on and praying they would lose sight of you, you continued doing what you was doing

but it was clear that they weren’t planning on letting you go

eventually you managed to get some help from a security guard who noticed them following you

instead of ignoring the issue

like always

you went to twitter to peacefully express your thoughts

“hey guys, i know you don’t mean anything bad by it but i’d really like it if people stopped following me when im doing personal things. it’s not a nice feeling to hear people talk about exposing my private life for no reason. again I’m not mad, but please stop <33.”

within minutes, your tweet blew up setting off a chain reaction of hate

“she goes out with someone famous and automatically thinks she’s famous🤣🤣. girl byeeee” 1.56K likes, 459 Retweets, 619 Replies

..wut.

you groaned and moved on, not wanting to dwell on it for too long

namjoon was also unaware of what you posted until yoongi texted him the tweet

once he saw the replies, he was ready to pop off

but as the leader, he was always expected to keep a calm head and leave a good impression on people

so he called you, letting your calm demeanour replace the fury he previously felt

once he knew you weren’t hurt and made arrangements for you to stay at the dorms for a couple of days, he went to weverse to express his feelings

“Please respect Y/N’s privacy. I know you all want to meet her and get to know her but please respect her boundaries.”

of course many comments were deleted after namjoons post and you received more support than ever

Park Jimin — Being too busy to go on vlive

people always wondered how you and jimins relationship survived

it’s like your schedules were made to clash

when you have a free week, jimin would be on tour or busy with photoshoots/concerts. when he had a free week, you would be swarmed with work

it was like a match made in hell

but you somehow made it work

when the public found out about one of the most loved bts boys being in a relationship, they were in need of seeing who this person was

eventually they met you and things were alright

until jimins birthday rolled around

fans were pressuring you to join his birthday live

even after you said that you would be busy

now you didn’t say busy with work (because you were planning a getaway weekend for just you and jimin)

but the internet assumed otherwise

and of course, you were accused of pushing him to the side

one account even posted clips of you “prioritising” the other boys over him

like what??

you didn’t even know you were getting hate until you overheard the boys talking about you

“i don’t think she knows, i haven’t seen her look at her phone all day.” jungkook chuckled

“yeah she hasn’t seen it, we all know she would’ve went off if she did” jin smiled

“seen what?” you butted in, more confused than worried

“people are saying that you don’t really like jimin, you only want his fame and clout” namjoon cautiously mumbled

“hm, that’s nice” you walked away

“oh no”

you were ready to get your phone and fight fire with even hotter fire

but when you heard jimin mention you on his celebration vlive, you paused

“"are you upset that y/n was too busy with work to celebrate your birthday?" who said she was busy with work? she’s trying to plan a surprise for me and keep it a secret, but im smarter than her so i know everything” he giggled, knowing you would argue about his last comment

but hey, maybe you didn’t need to say anything after all

Kim Taehyung — Dying your hair and accidentally matching with another member

this had to be one of the weirdest experiences you’ve been through

it started when you woke up and got tired of your natural black hair, wanting something more exciting

after contemplating, you decided on a cute lighter brown

it had been a while since you saw the boys in person so this would be a nice surprise for them all

especially tae, he always got hyped when you changed your hair but this would be your first time dying it

after purchasing the dye, you carefully followed the instructions, being extra cautious when you got to your roots

but you succeeded and was pleased with the results

you left your natural hair in a puff, not applying any extra products as your head was still sensitive

you meet up with the guys and it’s safe to say that they were shocked

but in a good way

tae had screamed and chased you when he caught a glimpse of the new hair

he squeezed the life out of you once he caught up to you

even after he let everyone greet you, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you

basically hypnotised by your beauty

it was jungkook who first made the connection to you matching with hoseok

after joking about it you all disregarded the topic and tae took you to the side to take selfies with you

(ones he couldn’t stop looking at when he left the city for a couple of days)

he posted two on weverse (one of you two and one with everyone) and left it as that

until someone decided to zoom in and crop you next to hoseok, tweeting “they’re matching hair colours?? isn’t that a couple thing???”

the tweet gained a lot of traction because it came from a user with a relatively large following

eventually it was trending and almost everyone was talking about it

however the rumours didn’t last long considering everyone knew that you were taehyungs soulmate

but even that didn’t stop a flood of hate comments coming your way

it’s pretty clear that taehyung doesn’t have an issue with expressing his emotions about certain situations

his post on weverse said it all

“🤮🤮🤮🤮no”

Jeon Jungkook — Listening to a Kpop song from another band

jungkook decided to do quick vlive in his hotel when you were still in the room, chilling on his bed

he knew people missed talking to him so he was excited to talk to ARMY and see what was going on

it was a normal live, he would sometimes check on you to see if you needed anything but nothing too interesting

you were scrolling on tiktok with your airpods in, not wanting to impose too much

a tiktok with the song love shot by exo popped up and you quietly sang along in background, not realising that jungkook had turned his attention back to you

he smiled at your voice, “she has a pretty voice, right? she doesn’t like it when i say it but im sure she can’t ignore ARMY :)”

well people took notice in your voice

not specifically your voice but the song you were singing

apparently, singing a song from a band that was a rival to your boyfriend’s was a crime

…

the tweets came the second jk ended the live

one of the hate comments even came from an account that followed and posted exo

in all honesty it wasn’t that big of a deal, more ridiculous than angering

jungkook still took the time to get the tweets deleted and reported

as he should .

#bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim seokjin x reader #bts angst #jungkook angst #taehyung angst #bts scenarios #bts headcanons #bts reactions #ot7 fluff #ot7 x yn

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lovelybarnes · 2 years

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drunk- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, sam wilson warnings: alcohol, being drunk, being hungover, embarrassment? about: request (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.”+(DN43) “what did you just say?” a/n: this took so long, i’m so sorry, thank you so much for being patient, i hope you enjoy! i didn’t do the other part of the request just because i don’t think i could write that with it coming out well and legible, so i apologize for that! first of my installments for jamecember! @writingsbychlo (did not tag, sorry!!)

you look pretty.

it’s not like it’s anything unusual, you always look pretty, no matter if you're in the terrifyingly expensive floor-length stain gowns or in one of the shirts you'd stolen from him or steve or sam.

but there's just something about the carefree laugh you're gracing him with right now that makes you glow like the stars he saw in the dates in the desert that he’d plan.

you're not dressed in anything particularly spectacular but you look the part, with wisps of hair falling over your face and a beaming smile that makes him sport one of his own.

you're talking to natasha and steve, eyes shining when natasha deadpans something, and you burst out in beautiful laughter, a hand reaching to grasp steve's arm that makes an ugly spark of jealousy urge bucky to take his eyes off of you. but he doesn't, because even though you're touching his best friend and not him, you're magnetic; a light to the moths that are his attention.

you recover, crinkled eyes accompanying the remark you make that makes steve and natasha laugh. in turn, you look on proudly, visibly feeding off of the laughter you’d caused.

bucky is staring, a little starstruck as he observes you move with such effortless beauty.

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice startles from next to him. it makes bucky peel his attention off of you and onto the person that had managed to sneak up on him through the daze of you he was stuck in. sam stands from bucky’s side, a raised eyebrow observing him as bucky lets an unbothered facade fall over his features, trying his hardest to clean away the lovestruck look that had brightened his eyes and pulled at his lips.

“‘dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” bucky shrugs, reluctantly turning to sam completely. sam exhales annoyedly, cocking his head to the side as his chin juts up and down in exasperated understanding.

“uh huh,” he replies, tongue poking through his cheek as he eyes you. “so why’re you starin’ at her so intensely?”

bucky purses his lips, “not intensely.”

sam grins in a way that lets bucky know he messed up, “so you were staring?”

bucky looks back at him tiredly, “not staring.”

“tell that to your face.”

“that’s just how my face is.”

“uh huh. so what you’re tellin’ me right now is that you aren’t interested in y/n?” sam asks.

bucky’s eyebrows pinch together, scanning the look on sam’s face as he thinks over his reply.

“yeah,” he says finally, “not interested.” he lies.

“so it’s not a problem if thor asks her out?”

sam’s words make bucky’s facade crack a little, but he forces a shrug anyway, even through the clenched jaw that sam is smirking at. “not a problem.”

“tell that to your face.”

“hey, buck,” you greet with a smile, settling into the couch next to him. he doesn’t fail to notice the way your thigh is pressed to his, although you don’t seem to give it too much thought as you look up at the television, sucking a drop of something sweet off of your thumb. you jut out a small bowl of sliced mango, pink with chamoy and doused in lime and chili, “want some?”

there’s barely a pause before he responds, but it seems too long for you, a pout forming on your lips, you shake the bowl enticingly, “c’mon, i spent ten minutes on it and everything, i swear it’s good.”

because the mango looks really good--and a little because bucky can’t bring himself to deny anything you offer--bucky gives in, two hesitant fingers reaching in your bowl to push a little cube of mango into his mouth. he hums when he tastes it, much more interested in the proud look on your face after you hear him. “you like it?”

“yeah,” bucky says a little breathlessly, observing the bright grin that overcomes your face.

“well, i can make you some whenever you want,” you offer, taking some mango for yourself and setting the bowl in between you two. bucky takes another piece mostly for the opportunity to see that look on your face again.

a few episodes of whatever it was bucky was watching pass by until your phone vibrates, the bowl of cut fruit empty on the table in front of you and bucky. you open it, humming to yourself before meeting bucky’s eyes.

“nat says we’re going out to some new bar today. all of us, i think. d’you wanna come?” you ask.

“are you going?” bucky asks, holding back a cringe when he realizes it sounds exactly like what it is, but you don’t seem to mind, a small smile on your lips instead when you confirm.

“oh. sure,” bucky says then, too busy observing you to concentrate on not being as obvious as he is.

“i gotta get ready, then,” you say, bouncing off the couch and heading for the elevator, “i’ll see you there, buck!”

“can’t wait, doll,” bucky half-lies.

bucky isn’t completely sure how you got so drunk.

he’d seen you at the bar, caught glimpses of you ordering drinks with natasha and wanda, declining and occasionally accepting others from guys that buy them for you between the conversations steve and sam drag him into. it’s almost frustrating pretending like the reason he came to this party was the drinks and dancing and not you.

early into the night, he manages to evade steve enough to meet you again, clearly tipsy as you stumble, a lazy grin on your face when you look up at him. “bucky!” you cheer, heading towards him, “hold my drink,” you instruct, handing him what you’d just been drinking. he immediately places his palm over the opening of it, holding it closer to him while you search for something in your bag. “aha!” you hurrah, pulling out a lip gloss. you apply it with a pop before you put it back, looking back at him until your eyes suddenly get caught on something and you dig into your bag again.

“what?” bucky wonders, an insecure hand reaching up to his cheek.

you ignore him, and with another aha, you present him with a small wipe, leaning close enough to him that he can smell your newly applied lip gloss. you wipe gently at his cheek until you’re satisfied, then pull at something on his shirt, “glitter,” you shrug, “such a hassle to get off.”

you ask for your drink again and continue mindlessly chatting with him, ignoring all advancements made on you as if they were never made in the first place until sam finds bucky again, pulling him away because he apparently just has to meet this guy. bucky grumbles while sam drags him away, promising to meet up with you again soon while you nod, sipping from your glass.

it’s not until he can finally get away from his friends again that he really sees you again.

your words are slurred together, a sheen covering your whole body that makes it seem like you’re shining in the lights of the bar. you’re warm, the heat from the hands you suddenly cup his jaw with startling bucky. excited, glittering eyes scan over his face, a wide grin taking over your face. you’re so open, words and wandering hands without the usual filter that would stop you from telling bucky how great his arms looked in that shirt that day or tucking that stray piece of hair behind his ear.

“you’re so pretty,” you murmur, unfiltered honesty in the way you look up at him with a distraught smile, attention never straying from him, as if you couldn’t stop staring at him and soaking him up. your pointer finger is tucked behind his chin and you press your thumb into the little cleft at his chin, eyes rising back to his. “you’re so pretty,” you repeat, “i want you to be my boyfriend.”

bucky knows you’re drunk, but he can’t stop the way his breath gets caught in his throat at your declaration. the hope that bubbles up in his stomach is shoved back just as soon in an effort to remain realistic.

“‘s why i always look at you and sit right next to you in the couch. so our thighs touch an’ ev’rything’,” you confess cluelessly, “why won’t you be my boyfriend, bucky?” you whine, a pout on your lips as you suddenly let go of his face and let your head drop against his chest. he can feel the warmth of your forehead through his shirt and hear your unintelligible babbles about him.

you begin to reach for the cup in his hand, but he draws it further away from you, a hand holding your hip so you don’t chase after it--not that you really could without falling flat on your face at the moment, “‘think you’ve had enough, doll.”

your shoulder slump at his words, a groan slipping past your lips as you go to press yourself against him again. “how d’you expect me not to fall in love with you when you say things like that?” you cry.

love echoes in his brain, almost as if to alert him. did you hear that?

“what--what did you just say?” he asks dazedly.

you ignore him, “callin’ me doll and dove and holdin’ my things and treatin’ me like a princess. god, bucky, why aren’t you my boyfriend? do you not like me?” you whimper, the liquor in your system making you go through a rollercoaster of emotions that brings tears to your eyes. “why don’t you like me? i cut fruit up for you and make sure tony buys that detergent you like.”

“i don’t-- i didn’t--”

shiny tears fall down your cheeks as you shove your face into his chest, and bucky goes to put your cup on the bar, leaving both hands free to hold you while you cry. “okay, baby, think it’s time to go home.”

the unintentional nickname makes you cry a little harder, drunkenly strung together words telling him how unfair you think everything is.

bucky motions to the bartender to put everything on tony’s tab as he nearly carries you to the space where the rest of the team was, unsurprised to find everyone dispersed. he spots wanda and nat talking to each other at a table, and he makes his way over there with you in front of him, firm hands around your waist guiding you and arms keeping away any elbows or limbs that threaten to touch or trip you.

they hear you before they see you, your squeals at seeing them too loud to ignore.

“nat! wan!” you exclaim excitedly, their names dragged out.

“you’re drunk,” natasha observes with an amused raise of her eyebrow.

“very drunk,” bucky adds, “are you guys heading home yet? i think it’s time for her to go back.”

“not yet,” natasha shrugs, “this girl has been checking me out all night, and i think it’s time to act on it.” then, turning to wanda, “what about you?”

wanda shakes her head, “i have to make sure pietro won’t die of alcohol poisoning.”

“why don’t you take her?” natasha asks.

“uh…” bucky remembers the feel of your hands on his cheeks, lips so close they would be touching if you moved a millimeter, the drunk confessions of love falling from your lips. “don’t think she’d really let me drive.”

you’re hanging off his arm and nuzzled in his chest, cheek against his bicep, a large smile on your face.

“clingy,” natasha states, “which is strange… considering there are many avengers to hang off of but she chose you.” a knowing smirk pulls at her lips, and it doesn’t go away when bucky sends her a look. “it’ll be fine,” she says after a pause, “just make sure to put on her seatbelt.”

“goodnight,” wanda tells you, and you repeat her words without a thought, too busy telling her something about bucky. he hears the word boyfriend again and a red flushes his cheeks.

natasha chuckles, tilting a beer at him, “starting to see how similar you and rogers are, barnes.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” bucky grumbles, taking your hand to lead you out.

it’s a struggle to get you settled in the car. you can’t seem to stop touching him, some part of your skin pressed against some part of his all the while he tries to sit you down in the backseat. you pout and whine about how you want to sit next to him in the passenger seat, hands on the back of his neck as he leans over to get the seatbelt around you. “i promise i’ll be good, bucky, i promise.”

after your hands remove themselves from his neck and instead tangle with the fingers trying to click the seatbelt closed, he sighs softly and looks up at you, all pleading eyes and wobbly lip as you swear you’ll keep your hands to yourself as long as you’re next to him.

bucky purses his lips, unable to hold back the breathy chuckle and lovesick smile that grace his lips when you frown at him, your thumb softening the lines of his lips.

“do you promise, y/n?”

you nod, holding out your hand, pinky outstretched, “pinky promise.”

curling his own finger around yours, you squeal, grabbing his face and kissing his nose. he ignores the raging blush that overtakes his face as he helps you out, opening the door of the passenger seat for you.

you obey for the rest of the night. for the most part, at least. the only thing you insist on is holding one of his hands while he drives, humming happily along to the radio as you observe the night sky, his hand in yours. your eyelids droop a few minutes in but your fingers never untangle themselves from his.

you wake up the next morning with a throbbing headache and the lingering warmth of bucky’s skin on yours, your fingers aching to wrap around hands you only remembered the feel of. you groan and squeeze your eyes closed the second after you pry them open, slapping a hand on your face and rubbing at your eyes to soothe the pulsing.

slowly sitting up, you’re startled to feel something hot and solid underneath the hand you use to support yourself, retracting it back to your chest immediately and staring in horror at bucky barnes laying next to you. “fuckfuckfuck…” you mumble, small snippets of memories shattering your brain, “what did i do…” your brain barely registers that bucky is fully clothed, looking like he never changed out of his clothes from yesterday, or that your fingers are still lightly hooked before you unconsciously remove them while you straighten.

bucky’s eyes flutter open after a second, going to meet your widened eyes as you scan him.

“what are you doing here?” you ask in surprise, not giving him a chance to answer when your mind goes in another direction, “did we…”

it’s never been something you’re particularly against, but the fact you can barely remember last night is not the way you wanted it to happen with bucky.

luckily, bucky shakes his head, the fact he’s not hungover clear in the way he doesn’t pause or his eyes to calm the dizziness that threatens to tip him over on the bed. “no, no, of course not. you were really drunk last night.”

“very drunk,” you echo, beginning to nod in understanding until you’re hit with a wave of nausea. he nods, repeating your words. “okay. so what are you doing… here? in my bed?”

bucky chuckles a little, a light blush beginning to taint his cheeks as a hand reaches out to scratch his neck, “uh. you wouldn’t exactly… let me leave last night. each time i tried to tuck you in and go to bed, you would pull me back and refuse to let go.”

you decide to not ask about the ‘tucking you in’ portion of his response in favor of looking horrified, “oh my god, bucky, i’m so sorry, i usually glom onto natasha or someone… i can’t believe i did that.”

“it’s okay, i was kinda expectin’ it after the whole night.”

at the discovery that you were like that the entire night, you press a palm to your eyes, “i am so sorry. i must’ve been so annoying to take care of. why didn’t you just leave me with nat or wanda?”

you’re aware before bucky can even respond and you mutter a curse against them, making bucky laugh.

“i can’t believe they just dropped me off with you like my babysitter, i hate them, god--was i really…” you poke your tongue through the skin of your cheek, “i’ve been told i get clingy when i get drunk.”

bucky nods, “that matches up.”

your head falls into your hands, “i am so sorry. did i say anything too embarrassing?”

“well, you did ramble a lot about how pretty i ame,” bucky chuckles, red blooming in his skin, the tremor of nerves in his playful tone unnoticeable to your hungover self.

with a panic much too real to be a lie, you freeze, “did i?”

bucky nods, “uh huh.”

“i’ve never done that,” you mumble, ignoring the annoying voice in your head that reminds you that you’ve never been this interested in anyone before, never yearned as much as you are right now, with bucky so close in your reach yet so far. “what’d i say?” you ask nervously, fearful your drunk self had ruined the relationship you had with bucky. you don’t know if you want him to shrug off your question and say nothing important, or tell you every word you’d told him, some certain look in his eyes that told you he wanted it to be real.

“‘asked me to be your boyfriend a couple’a times. made me blush a little, all the things you were saying.”

you blink, catching the glint in his eye, “did i?”

bucky hums, careful eyes on your face to watch for your reaction, “uh huh. you started cryin’ at one point, scared the crap out of me.”

you scrunch your nose, “oh, i really do wish you stay away from me when i’m drunk, i’m gonna start revealing all my secrets.”

“like the fact you make stark buy that detergent i like? or that you ‘sit close to me so our thighs touch’ purposefully?”

“i told you that?” you gasp, bringing a hand up to your mouth, “did i completely destroy our friendship?”

with a confidence only rooting from the way you acted with him the night before and the tone that makes him believe something he’s been hesitant to for so long, he licks his lips, “i hope so, doll. ‘been wantin’ to be more than that for a while.”

maybe nat and wanda aren’t all that bad.

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primofate · 3 years

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Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always.

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist.

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down.

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face.

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!”

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that.

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute.

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it.

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words.

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend.

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them.

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?”

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!”

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you.

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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pinkcoffeecup · 2 years

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caught in the act, spencer reid

Summary: Y/n and Spencer has been together for seven months, yet none of the team members suspect a thing. Well, at least not until Spencer, whilst being a little too distracted, forgets to lock the door to his apartment.

Warnings: Slight Dom!Spencer, fem!reader, Sexual themes (kissing, pet names, slight degradation), no smut (but like almost)

Word count: 1105

"Yeah, I, uh, we’re landing now, I’ll see you soon,” Spencer mumbled into his phone, trying not to catch the attention of any of the team, “Love you,”

Y/n and Spencer had been together for seven months, yet none of his team, his family, knew. In fact, none of them even had the slightest suspicion he was seeing someone.

He hadn’t intended on them not knowing. At first, he had decided to keep it a secret, simply because he didn’t want to jinx it. But then time went on, and a good time to tell them never came around, and once the couple hit six months, Spencer decided that every possible chance he had to tell them, had passed and that it was now officially too late to tell them. “Are you coming Spence?” JJ asked, the whole team looking at him.

“Sorry, what?”

“Drinks? Rossi’s paying,” She added.

It wasn’t unusual for the team to go out for drinks after a case like this. It had been a long, tough nine days in LA, and everyone needed to wind down. But Spencer hated to be away from Y/n for this long, especially as she was struggling to fit all her university coursework into her busy schedule.

And whilst Spencer’s mind was brilliant, but when it came to lying, he was no mastermind. His hands would get all clammy, and his breath would fall short as his words tripped out of his mouth “I can’t tonight, I, uh, I have this book I want to read”

“Are you sure?” Morgan said, “Come on kid, maybe you’ll meet someone you like, y’know?” a suggestive smirk made its way to his lips, oblivious to Y/n who was the only someone on Spencer's mind.

“I’m sure,” Spencer’s voice had somehow stabilised, and with a sense of authority, he added, “But have fun,” before heading out of the jet.

He twisted the keys in the lock, slowly opening the door to his apartment. Spencer was always careful to lock the door behind him, he almost did it per automatic, but today, his mind was crowded with something, someone else.

“Spencer!” She rushed up to him, clinging to his tall figure, “God I missed you,”

He rested a hand on the back of her head, and another around her waist, pulling her closer, “I missed you too princess,”

She smiled at the pet name, adjusting her chin on his chest so that she could look at him. She really had missed him, more than she thought she would. She liked to think of herself as independent, but when it came to Spencer, she was anything but that.

“Hey! I almost forgot!” She remembered, a smile spreading across her lips, “I have officially submitted my last essay this term,”

Spencer couldn’t feel anything but pride and happiness for her. “No way! I’m so proud of you!”

Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, “I suppose we have to celebrate then, don’t we?” He mumbled, both his hands resting at her hips as he placed a small kiss on her lips. “Do you deserve it?” he asked, his lips making their way to her neck.

“Mhm,” She responded, allowing him to pick her up from the floor, her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards his couch, never letting his lips leave her body.

He sat down, placing her straddling his lap. “Never leaving for this long again,” he said, moving back to kiss her lips again, “missed you too much, missed this”

Her hands made their way to his tie, fumbling with the fabric, “I see you missed me too,” He chuckled against her lips. Loosening ties had never been her strong suit, but eventually, she was able to undo the knot and move it off his neck.

Her large yellow knitted sweater was lifter over her head, leaving her in a small tank top and shorts. Her fingers made their way to the buttons on his shirt, once again struggling. Spencer seemed to enjoy the show in front of him, his desperate girl.

She only managed to unbutton four buttons before he grew impatient, grabbing her face and kissing her roughly.

“Hey, Reid?” A voice echoed through the apartment, the door being swung open, revealing Morgan, Emily, and Garcia. “Oh my god!” Penelope squealed, quickly turning back around.

“Knocking guys! Knocking!” Y/n had been quick to move off her boyfriend, sitting next to him on the couch as he tossed her the sweater. “We’re so sorry! But you forgot your bag, and we just thought we’d return it on our way to the bar,” Prentiss tried, but Morgan broke out in a fit of laughter.

“Spence?” Y/n whispered from behind him. He was quick to turn around, shocked to see her holding in a smile as she tapped imaginative buttons on her chest, “the buttons”

He looked down, seeing the randomly undone buttons, “right, the buttons,” now fumbling with the same buttons y/n had been, only minutes earlier.

“When were you planning on telling us you had a- uh- friend here tonight?” Morgan smirked, somehow emitting a small giggle out of y/n.

“I was going to at first,” Spencer defended, “Y/n told me waiting would make it weird, but then too much time passed, and I realised she was right,”

“Hold on,” Morgan said, “At first? How long has this been going on?” He looked almost offended at Spencer's decision not to tell anyone about his secret girlfriend. “seven months” Spencer mumbled.

“Seven months?!” Penelope added, “wow Spencer! I’m so happy for you!”

Derek looked at Penelope for a second, before placing his attention back on the blushing couple in front of them. “Look at you, pretty boy’s got game!” he chuckled, placing a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Well, we’ll leave you to it then. Don’t want to be a party pooper,” He added nodding towards Y/n before releasing Spencer from his tight grip.

“Go get ‘em, kid!” He laughed, turning around and heading out the door, Penelope following him out. “Again, we’re so sorry” Emily added before following the two outside.

The second the door was shut Spencer let out an annoyed grown. But even an annoyed Spencer couldn’t help but smile at Y/n as she broke out in a fit of giggles.

Even though the previous actions had been interrupted, he didn’t mind all too much. Seeing Y/n so happy was one hundred per cent worth it, “God I love you so much,” He smiled, and even though she couldn’t quite speak as her laughter only grew, Spencer was certain she felt the same way.

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Misunderstanding

Todoroki x Reader

Summery: Todoroki gets roped into a family dinner. Somehow you get roped in too

Warnings⚠️: 18+, shoto being in pain??, fake dating

Wc: 5,017

This is part of @ventini’s Long Fic Masterlist and @kenzumekodma’s Cliche Collab

A/n- Why the sex seem like…. a p0rno plot or something 😭

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Todoroki sits in his office, looking down at his phone at the message he had got a few hours ago. It was from Endeavor to him and the rest of his siblings, inviting everyone for a family weekend back at his childhood home. He sighed, knowing he couldn't say no, but also knowing this was going to be a weekend full of Endeavor meddling into his life more than he already did. Todoroki turned his phone off, tossing it on his desk and running his hand through his hair. He got up, straightening his suit before exiting his office, heading to do the one thing that always made him happy and at ease, talking to you.

You and Todoroki had been best friends for as long as either of you could remember. You guys were super close, and now you worked at his agency and were as close as ever. He walked out of his office, walking toward your desk, the route he knew oh so well. You were working, typing away on your computer, and felt your chair move back slightly. You stopped, looking over your shoulder, seeing Todoroki lean down, smiling at you. "Hey, beautiful." He says in a joking tone that he only uses around you. "Hi." You say, smiling at him.

You guys chat for a while, talking and laughing, not a care in the world. Todoroki had developed feelings for you, you had developed feelings for him, but neither of you knew that, and neither of you would say it, risking the other not feeling the same way and ruining the friendship both of you cherished so much. While you talked, Endeavor entered the office, looking for Todoroki. He goes to find Todoroki but sees him at your desk.

He watches as you and Todoroki laugh and how close you both are. He sees how Todoroki crouched down next to your chair and how he has his hand on your leg as you talk. Endeavor walks closer, getting both of your attention, making Shoto's happy expression fall. As he gets closer, Shoto stands, standing in front of where you're sitting, almost in a protective way. "Shoto, I assume you got the message I sent earlier. I expect you to attend the whole weekend." Endeavor says. "Yeah, whatever. I'll be there." Shoto signs.

Endeavor looks past him, nodding his head to you. "Ms, Y/n." He says. "I don't appreciate you not informing me of your relationship Shoto. I expect Ms. Y/n to join us for the weekend." Endeavor says. "Wait, what are you-" Shoto starts, but he cuts him off. "Save it, Shoto. You've kept your girlfriend from us long enough. I saw you here with her, so don't try to lie. I expect her there. If you have time to attend, of course." He says, his focusing shifting to you. You were sitting there dumbfounded. Why would he think you two were dating? Yeah, you were sitting together and laughing, so what?

"Endeavor, she's not my girlfriend. We're friends." Shoto says. Nobody else would have noticed, but you did, the slight why he got a little redder, but you brushed it off as his dad irritating him. "I said save it, Shoto. See you this weekend." Endeavor says before turning and leaving. You were speechless, you knew you could've spoken up, but something made you not. Endeavor probably wouldn't have believed you anyway. Shoto turns around to you, shaking his head. "I'm so sorry. I'll talk to him." He says. "No. It's ok. I mean, I don't mind. I'll go with you if you want. I know how stressed you get, don't worry about it." Your mouth speaks before your brain can fully comprehend what you're saying and how stupid it sounds.

"Really? You don't mind?" He asks. "I- uh no. No, I don't mind. If it'll take some of the stress off you, then sure." You say. "Oh, ok. We can leave tomorrow after work. I'll drive you if that's alright." He says, putting his hands in his pockets and avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, ok." You say, smiling at him. He gives you a small smile and a nod and walks back to his office. You sit back in your chair, deliberating on what you just agreed to. You had liked Shoto for a while, but you knew he enjoyed having you as a friend and probably nothing more.

The next day, before you left for work, while you were packing your weekend bag, you heard a knock at your door. You looked confused as you walked up to it. Who could it be this early? You open it, and it's Shoto. "What are you doing here?" You ask. "Oh, well, we'll be leaving together later. I thought about it, and I didn't want your car to have to stay at the agency all weekend, so I thought I would drive you to work. Probably should've called first." He says.

You nod at his words, taking in the way you still hear the tiredness in his voice. It was still super early in the morning. By the time he usually gets to the agency, he's wide awake, but now, here on your doorstep, you still hear a hint of his morning voice. "I was just getting done packing. You can come in if you want." You say, moving out of the way. "Oh, no, I don't want to intrude. I'll wait in the car." He says, stepping back and turning to walk down to his car. You nod and close the door, turning to hurry and finish packing and getting ready.

You quickly get ready and head out to the car. You throw your bag in the backseat of his car and hop in next to him. You drive in comfortable silence, riding to the agency. When you get there, you get out, and you both part ways for the day. "See you later." He says as he walks to his office, his morning voice already disappeared. You nod and walk to your desk. Later in the day, he comes and talks to you during lunch as usual. Later, closer to when it's time to leave, you see Endeavor walk into Todoroki's office. You knew that wouldn't turn out well.

A few minutes later, you see Endeavor walkout, and after that, Todoroki walks out, coming to your desk. "Ready to go?" He asks, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Yup." You say, flashing him a smile as you get up. You head down to the parking garage and get in. The car ride is quiet until Todoroki finally speaks up. "Thanks for coming. I'm sorry you got roped into this." He says, his hand gripping the steering wheel slightly tighter. "No problem. I mean, we're friends. We're close. It won't be that weird. I'm just helping you out." You say, smiling. "Yeah," he says, "friends." You hear him mumble.

Soon, you pull up to his childhood home. You look at it, thinking about the kid and teenage Shoto. All the memories and him as a happy smiling kid, well, maybe that wasn't his childhood, but still. You get out of the car and grab your bag as Shoto gets his, heading to the front door. You walk behind him as he gets a key from his pocket and opens the door. You see a girl with glasses, white hair with red streaks in her hair, sitting at a table. She looks up and gets a big smile as she gets up from her chair and hugs Shoto. You remember Shoto talking about his older sister, Fuyumi.

"I'm so glad you came." She says as she pulls back and her eyes fall on you standing behind him. "You must be, Y/n." She says, holding her hand out to shake yours. "How did you-" Shoto starts. "Dad wasn't too happy about finding out you have a girlfriend and didn't tell us," Fuyumi says, still smiling at you as she steps back. "Is Natsou here?" Todoroki asks. "No. Not yet. He should be soon, though." She says. Just then, Endeavor walks in, the whole energy of the room shifting. "Glad you could make it, Ms. Y/n." He says. "I think we're going to go get settled before dinner," Todoroki says, reaching his hand back and grabbing yours, walking you down the hall.

Todoroki brings you down the hall toward a closed door. He opens it, revealing what you can guess is his childhood bedroom. The room was plain. It had his bed, a desk, and a small bookshelf with a few books on it. Even though it wasn't the traditional teenage boy's room, you could imagine Todoroki in it. "Haven't been in here since UA." He says, looking around. "You can get settled. I'll find what other room they have set up and come to get you for dinner." Shoto says, turning to you. "Oh, well, it's your room. You can sleep here if you want." You say. "Oh, um, I don't mean to interrupt," you hear a voice say from behind you, turning around to see that it's Fuyumi, "but there's not an extra room." She says, fidgeting with her fingers. "Yeah, when your family doesn't know you have a girlfriend, they don't tend to plan for her appearance. Ms. Y/n will be sleeping in here with you, Shoto. I'm sure that's nothing neither of you is familiar with." Endeavor says from behind Fuyumi.

Shoto walks over, closing the door in their faces, wanting to annoy Endeavor, and knowing Fuyumi will understand and not take offense. "I'm-" Todoroki starts. "Sorry? Shoto, I told you it's fine. No worries." You say. "I'm just surprised a parent is so ok with their son staying in a bedroom with his girlfriend. Even at your age." You say, shrugging. "Yeah. When your father's obsessed with having perfect offspring and grandchildren, he tends to do that." Shoto mumbles under his breath. You feel your face get warm. Endeavor was doing this cause he wants Shoto to get you pregnant.

Shoto walks over to the desk, taking his suit coat off and setting it on the chair as you walk over and set your bag by the bed. "Fuyumi will probably be done with dinner soon. We can head out there." Shoto says. You nod and walk with him back to the kitchen. As you guys walk out, the door opens again. Walking in is a man with white hair and a bright smile when he sees you all. The must be his older brother, Natsou. Shoto talked about him too, but you had never met him or Fuyumi in real life. You only had seen Fuyumi in passing one time when she was dropping something to Shoto at the agency.

Fuyumi walks over to him, hugging him just like she did Shoto. They have a brief exchange as Shoto walks over, also giving him a hug and his focus falls on you. "You must be the Y/n I've heard so much about," He says, smiling and walking to you. "I'm Natsou. Shoto's older brother." He says, shaking your hand. "Guilty." You say, laughing. You all have a small exchange before Natsou heads to put his stuff in his room before you all eat dinner. Fuyumi pulls you to the side, wanting to show you the old photos of Shoto in the photo album.

You sit down on the couch with her while Shoto and Natsou talk in the kitchen. You flip through the book, smiling at little Shoto. There was a photo from him first being born, one of him on the first day at UA, the day of graduation, the first day at his agency. In all of them, if was Fuyumi with him, smiling and hugging him, your guessing Natsou was the one taking the pictures. There were only a few that he was in too. Then you came across one photo that was different. It was Shoto and his mother. He couldn't have been any older than 3 or 4. He had a big smile with his arms wrapped around her, and she was smiling back. It looked like they were in a park. You smile just looking at the photo. You could tell they were happy.

You look at Shoto, your fingers running over his face, his scarless face. He never talked a lot about the scar or his mom, but you still knew the basics about what happened. You just never knew why. You're snapped from your thoughts when Fuyumi brings your attention to another photo from Shoto's first day at school. You smile and laugh as she tells the story. You glance over to Shoto in the kitchen, looking as he and Natsou talk while finishing the dinner. You look at the motion of his hands, the way he moves so smoothly, and how he folded his shirt sleeves up. Your eyes shift to his face, looking at his scar, then into his eyes. Wait, his eyes? Crap. He caught you staring.

You quickly turn around, hoping nobody else saw. "Food's ready." You hear Natsou call. Endeavor appears from the hallway as you all take your sets around the table. "Everything ok?" Todoroki asks you quietly. "Yeah. All good, deep in thought, I guess." You respond. He nods and turns his attention to the dinner. Your quiet most of the meal, you get asked general questions about you and Todoroki and stuff. Eventually, Todoroki says goodnight and excuse you both to the bedroom.

You walk in, but he passes the door, going into a different room before coming back with a pillow and light blanket, setting them on the floor in front of the bed. "You're sleeping down there?" You ask, confused. "Oh, uh, yeah. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. I don't mind." He says. "It's not a big deal. The bed's big enough for two. I wouldn't want you sleeping on the hard floor." You say. He looks hesitant but nods, picking up the pillow and blanket, throwing the blanket off to the side but the pillow on the bed.

He goes to his bag, pulling out some sweats and a t-shirt. He turns back to you, "I'll give you some privacy to change." He says, walking to the door. He leaves, and you take the opportunity to change. Right when you look in your bag, your heart drops. You usually sleep in only your underwear. You figured you'd be alone, so you didn't pack any shorts. You look through your bag, hoping you can find something before he comes back. Then, you remember you had packed a spaghetti strap shirt that's extra long on you. It would have to do.

You stripped off your other clothes and put in the shirt, noting how it went down just past the middle of your thigh. Good enough. You surf the other clothes in your bag and hop in bed just as Todoroki knocks and enters the room again. You'd seen him in street clothes plenty of times, but even those times, it was well put together and "classy," but now, in his sleep clothes, it was just him, all him, nothing for show. Well, except for the dick print, you can see through his sweat pants as he walks. That's another topic, though.

He puts his nicely folded shirt and pants in his bag. He walks over and climbs in next to you. "If you want space at any time, let me know. I don't mind sleeping on the floor if you want more room." Shoto ensures. You laugh and look at him. "Shoto, you're so sweet." You say, laughing and laying down, your back facing Todoroki. You feel the bed shift as he turns the light off and lays down next to you.

You lay trying to go to sleep, but it was impossible. You were freezing. You only had on the thin shirt. The blankets weren't that thick, and Todoroki's room was cold. You guess cause of his quirk, he adapts and doesn't notice, but there was no way you could sleep like this. You peek over your shoulder, looking at Todoroki, who seemed to be fast asleep already. Even though the bed was relatively large, there was little room separating you too. You turned around, looking at his peaceful form. You were on his left side, his warm side. Maybe if you cuddled up to him, you could play it off as if you were already sleeping and didn't do it on purpose.

You slowly scoot closer to him, laying your head on his arm, and wrap your hands around the lower part of his arm, feeling his warmth. It was enough to make you not think about the cold, allowing you to slip into sleep. The movement made Todoroki wake up. He turned his head, noticing you clinging to his arm. He smiles, slowly slips his arm from your grasp, wrapping it around your body and pulling you closer, your head now resting on his warm chest, feeling your body press against him and everything under it because of the thin shirt you're wearing. From the way, your tits press against his side to how your leg wraps around his. In no time, he's back asleep.

In the morning, you wake, feeling warm. You open your eyes, seeing how Todoroki cuddled you to his chest. You both are now on your side, and he has his arm around you, holding you against him. You shift your head, looking up and his peacefully sleeping face, smiling and blushing as you nuzzle your face on him, closing your eyes again. When you do, you feel Todoroki shift his legs and the sudden presence of something hard pressing against you. Your eyes snap open, and you go stiff against him. You feel him pull away slightly, trying to move his hard cock away from you.

You move your hips back a little, trying to make it seem as if you didn't notice. "Sorry." You hear his voice speak. It's low and deep, his morning voice of just waking up. It sends a pulse straight in between your thighs. It's sexy, so sexy. Not to mention how big he feels against you you want to snake your hand between you both and wrap your hand around him or your lips either one works. You move your hand up, moving it to the space where he moved his hips, lightly stroking his cock through his sweats.

He quietly groans, his eyes slowly opening. "You don't have to do that. S'just morning wood." He says, his body betraying him as he slowly moves his hips in your hand. You don't know what possessed you to do it, but you lean up and kiss him too. His lips are soft, gently, and he kisses you back. He actually kisses you back. Deep down, you were afraid he'd push away, but he didn't.

Right as you felt him put his hand on your waist, the bedroom door burst open, startling you. You pull your hand away and stop kissing him, not moving to look at who was at the door. "Shoto! There is a villain down in the city. Come take them down with me." Endeavors voice beams through the room. "You can't just bust in here, Endeavor. Call one of my sidekicks," Todoroki says, his morning voice still dominating his regular voice. "No! Shoto, you may have your agency, but you still have things to learn. Come on, get up." He says.

Shoto sighs, turning from you. He pushes himself up and storms out of the room, pushing past Endeavor and walking down the hall. You wrap the blanket around you and sit up, looking at the door but avoiding eye contact with Endeavor. He turns away, closing the door and walking back. You sit on the bed, thinking about Shoto. He hadn't pushed you when you touched him, and he kissed you. Did he like you as much as you like him?

You and Fuyumi spent the day together. You guys talked and laughed, getting to know each other. It almost all seemed not fake. You and she were in the middle of making lunch when the front door opened again, revealing Shoto, banged up and limping, and a rare scowl painted over his fake. "Shoto, what happened?" You ask, rushing over to him. You wrap your arm around his back, and he leans some of his weight on you. "Why don't you ask all-mighty Endeavor," Todoroki says sarcastically, annoyance laced in his voice as he turns his head to the door as Endeavor walks through the frame.

"Shoto neglected to follow directions. I had nothing to do with that?" He says. Shoto shakes his head and scoffs. "We were downtown fighting. The villain's quirk was Telaqinisous. He could use it against my attacks, and Endeavor thought it was a good idea to keep sending them at him. Saying eventually, I'd have a big enough attack, and he wouldn't break through it. I was flung off a building, into another building, and then into a wall. None of my moves worked, and he got away." Shoto explains, disgust littered through his voice.

"Shoto, you need to use respect when you speak to me!" Endeavor shouts. You weren't in on the story of Shoto and his father's relationship, but you knew its strained, and you knew how much Shoto couldn't stand his father. You did all you could to keep Shoto happy. You would stay away from Endeavor as much as you could, and you would try to keep Shoto calm, keeping his mind from unhappy thoughts.

Whenever you did interact with him, you could understand why Shoto hated him. Shoto wasn't the only one either. Endeavor was hated by many people, all of them knowing the things he put his poor kids through, and being friends with Shoto for so long made you really understand many things about him. You had concluded a while ago that Shoto had nothing of a childhood. The many things a child should experience, he didn't, and it crushed you.

You made it your business to help him have something of the childhood he never had. Even if it is weird at times, you brought him things, and you would give him "assignments" and tell him to tell you what he thought after. The latest thing you did was give him a long list of childhood movies you loved, wanting him to watch them and give at least a little of the experience you had.

Unknowing to you, he loved what you did. He loved watching the movies, thinking about what your reaction was when you first watched it as a child, knowing it must have been adorable. Shoto would do whatever he could to make sure he finished each and every one of them, and if he fell asleep, he would go back and rewatch them. When you would give him a new list and tell him which were your favorites, he would make a mental note to watch them more than once, wanting to make sure he fully understood it and be able to talk about it with you, loving the big smile you got when you talk about them.

In return, SHoot would give you longer lunch breaks or bring you lunch as a thank you. He would sit with you at your desk any time he had the time, or he would take you out for lunch. If you were having a bad day, he would make sure you didn't have much work to do, sometimes doing some of your work himself. He loved surprising you with your favorite foods or snacks, just to see your pretty smile. Any time Shoto could, without being obvious, he would be very protective towards you. He would have a hand on your waist. A protective arm draped around your shoulders. He loved you, and you barely noticed.

"Come on. You should rest." You say, trying to pull him toward the bedroom. "Maybe if he learned to listen, he'd be strong and able to take down petty criminals. Now he's neglecting treatment from a real doctor. Pathetic." Endeavor spits as you walk away.

You help Shoto into his old bedroom. His hero suit is ripped up and dirty, and there are cuts all over his face. "U-uh, what hurts?" You ask. "Just my back and my leg. You don't have to help me. I'll be ok." Shoto says, trying to pull away. "No, no, I don't mind." You say, starting unbuttoning his hero suit. You push the top part off his shoulders, and he whence at the contact. You move your hands to his pants, unbuttoning and pushing them down, trying not to look too much.

Once they're out of the way, you help Todoroki down on the bed. He groans when his back hits his pillow. You excuse yourself and get a medical kit. You come back, sitting on the edge of his bed and taking out all the stuff you need, leaning over and dabbing a whip over the cuts on his chest. Once you finish, you move to the few on his arms and the ones around his face. As you dab on his face, you make eye contact. Since the morning, you hadn't talked about what you did. The kiss, how you touched him, almost like it didn't happen. His eyes fall on you, his lips parting, as he starts to lean in. You do the same, your lips connecting in a slow kiss.

You feel yourself melting into him, both your lips moving together in a perfect synced motion. You shift your weight, getting into his lap as you kiss. He rests both his hands on your thighs, tilting his head up to not break the kiss. Despite being in pain, he ignored it, not wanting to stop. You grind lightly on his semi-hard cock. "Sho, I- can we- are you- I like you." You stutter over your words. "I like you too," Shoto says, moving his hands up your thighs, resting them under your shirt, his hands directly on your skin. You lean in, capturing his lips again. He moves his hands, pulling at the strings of your sweatpants, pulling them down. You lift your legs, slipping them and your underwear off, and sit back in his lap.

"Do you wanna do this?" you ask. Shoto nods, leaning to kiss you again. "Do you have a condom?" you ask, pulling away. Shoto shakes his head, "No. I didn't bring any. We don't have to-" he trails off. "What about your brother? You think he has any?" your eyes eyeing him, hoping he says yes. A smirk spreads across his lips, smugness showing all around his face. "His condoms are two sizes too small, love." You bite your lip, "Are you clean?" He nods, "Yeah. I get checked regularly, but I haven't been with anyone in a while." That's all you need to hear.

You run your hands down his chest, slipping them under his waistband. "I know you're still sore. I'll go slow," you say. You pull at his boxers, pull them down and off, wrapping your hand around his hard cock, slowly moving it up and down. You hold your hands between both your bodies as you kiss. Shoto tightens his hold on your thighs slightly as you keep moving your hand on him. His cock is thick and girthy. Your fingers don't meet when your hand wraps around him. You lean back, getting further between his legs, leaning down and sticking his tip in your mouth, looking up at him at you suck on it. He leans his head back against the headboard and lets out a shaky breath.

You taste him for a while, giving him a few hard sucks before pulling off and straddling his waist. You slowly sink down on him, watching his mouth drop open. You promised him you'd go slow, so you do, slowly grinding on him and making sure to not put too much of your weight on him. "You feel so good, Y/n," he praises. You smile, leaning in to leave kisses down his neck, sucking on his skin every few seconds. Shoto bites his lip, his cock twitching inside you. "I-I'm gonna cum- Y/n wait, I'm gonna cu-" Shoto whimpers and gasps as his cock throbs more, twitching and starting to spurt cum inside you.

You smirk, continuing to grind on him. "S-sorry," he says quietly, "I was trying not to focus on the pain," he pauses, "But it's not your fault!" Shoto pants, coming down from his high as you keep grinding on his cock, slowly overstimulating him. You reach your hand down, rubbing your clit with tight circles, working yourself quick to orgasm. Shoto's hips buck into you, feeling your walls tighten more around him. Soon, you cum, your back arching and your hand flying to Shoto's arm. Once you calm down, you get off of him, cleaning you both up and helping Shoto get comfortable.

"Y/n," Shoto calls as you climb in bed. You hum, letting him know you're listening as you lay next to him. "So, are we official? Is this official?" he asks.

You look at him, his multi-colored eyes watching your every move. "If you want it to be. I'd like that," you smile, hoping he wants the same.

Your hopes are confirmed when he leans over, pulling you into another kiss before laying down again. "Thank you. For taking care of me," he says. "Anything."

In the morning, you wake up first to get breakfast for Shoto. You greet Fuyumi, who was already awake, making breakfast. "Morning," you smile. "Morning," she chirps, "I'm guessing you and Shoto officially got together last night?" You freeze, eyes wide. "Um, what? What do you mean?" you ask. "I'm his sister, hun. I could tell," she laughs, "But I really like you, glad you two are together."

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A/n- I feel like this fic was completely everywhere…. I’m sorry😭

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angelplummie · 3 years

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Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

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post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

#haikyu x reader #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#hq x y/n #haikyu angst #haikyuu angst #hq angst #hq x reader #angst #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsurou #bo x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ; 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

summary┃you’ve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you he’s anything but.

pairing┃roommate!steve x f!reader

word count┃2,382 words

warnings┃hangover, drinking, tipsy sex, pining, teasing, makeout session, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, steve doesn’t think he’ll fit but he makes it, use of toys (vibrator), mocking, edging, hair pulling kink, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, steve finishes on readers back, steve is lowkey a fuckboy — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃presidential alert 🚨 the girls, gays, and the they’s are horny

The shower was already running when you had walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

It was Saturday morning and despite your best efforts, your body never let you sleep in last nine in the morning.

You may as well start your day at 8:48 am.

Steve had gone out last night, but you remember the door shutting at three in the morning and a faint shhh falling from his lips as he spoke to whatever inanimate object was making noise.

In your sleepy daze, you didn’t really mind. Instead, turning your pillow onto the cool side and drifting back to sleep.

The kettle was boiling and the bread was getting warmed in the toaster when the shower finally stopped running.

It was a little unusual for Steve to shower for so long, even after his morning runs or workouts, he’d never need more than 10 minutes.

When the door opened, and a groaning Steve emerged, you knew exactly what the problem was.

“Mornin’, Golden Boy,” he didn’t even have the energy to grimace at the sound of his nickname.

His bare feel pattered against the wooden floor until he dropped his large body in one of the bar stools.

“Someone had a fun night.” You mumbled with a small smirk as you slid him a cup of coffee which is took between his fingers.

“I don’t know how Sam and Bucky roped me into shots,” he said into the cup of coffee as he took a cautious sip.

You just rolled your eyes playfully and plated the toast that had popped out a few seconds earlier, slabbing a large helping of butter before adding honey and sliding the plate over to him.

“Eat.”

He groaned again, but put the coffee down in place for the sweet honey toast.

“I can’t drink like I used to, I think I’m dying,” he was being dramatic, a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took a bite and hummed.

“You’re 27, Rogers. I think someone’s being a little dramatic,” you teased with a smile.

You are your breakfasts in silence for the most part, the painkiller Steve had taken not yet kicking in until both of your plates were cleared.

“Did you get lucky last night?” You asked with raised eyebrows as you both placed your plates in the sink.

Steve just laughed, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

You had to admit that your heart dropped, the same twinge of jealously starting to bloom in your chest as you imagined him with someone else.

“Proud of you, Golden Boy.” You fake cheered, biting your tongue and swallowing your pride.

Above everything, Steve was your friend and he deserved to get laid.

He laughed, “you should’ve come, Bucky couldn’t stop asking about you.”

You rolled your eyes again, slightly in annoyance.

“He knows I’ll never sleep with him,” you sang song, helping Steve dry the dishes as the sink stopped running.

“You never told me why, you know that?” You scoffed, “and for good reason.”

The reason was simple; you didn’t want Bucky, but instead his best friend and your roommate, Steve.

“I’ll get it out of ya one day, sweetheart.” Steve chuckled and you felt your heart sink a little further, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

The rest of the day was uneventful, nothing to do on a rainy New York day other than read as Steve fiddled with his sketchbook while an old sitcom played on the television.

Steve’s hangover either disappeared or he was great at hiding it, whatever it was, he was humming along to the show tune.

“Pizza and beers for dinner?” Steve asked as he was putting the final touches on his sketch making you laugh.

“What happened to I can’t drink like I used to?” You said, echoing his words from the morning as he shrugged.

“It’s a lazy day essential, now what toppings, and don’t say pineapple.” You acted shocked, mouth twitching into a smile.

“You don’t know anything about good pizza,” you huffed as he tore his eye away from his sketchbook to look at you.

“Pineapple on pizza is a crime, sweetheart. Now if that’s who you are I can’t judge, but I’m jus’ sayin’,” he said raising his hands in mock defeat.

“Whatever Golden Boy, just say you’re a vanilla type of guy,” you winked, standing up to put your book on the shelf as the sun began setting to cast yellow and orange hues over the apartment.

Steve snickered, “whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

The low timbre of his voice, your own words echoed from this morning sends a shudder down your spine as he grabs his phone.

“The usual?” You manage to nod your head, smiling as you try to distract yourself from the sudden and very evident ache between your thighs.

30 minutes later and the pizza was here, still hot and greasy as Steve set it on the wooden coffee table as you grabbed two beers, scratch that, four beers.

“Cheers, Golden Boy,” you offered with a soft smile as you both clinked your bottle necks against each other before pizza was being devoured.

You didn’t know what it was, but cheap greasy pizza and a cold beer always soothed the soul. No matter how heartbroken you had ever been, or upset at the universe, beer and pizza were always there for you.

As the hours went by, the bottles emptied and the pizza slices disappeared before you and Steve were sat on the couch laughing and giggling at the time Steve locked himself out in nothing but his underwear.

“And where were you to rescue me!” He bellowed, throwing his head back at the memory.

“I was in the shower, you know I blare music. I’m sorry Stevie, I promise the next time you’re locked out and naked I’ll rescue you.”

He shook his head, “well I wasn’t naked.”

You felt a little dizzy, body lighter as you finished off the second beer. You weren’t drunk, but loose enough to rest your head against Steve’s shoulder.

His phone buzzed then, grabbing it off the table as Bucky’s name lit up across the screen.

Steve ignored it.

“He’s jus’ gonna ask me to go out again,” he said before you could ask, seemingly reading your mind.

“Plus, I’m perfectly content right here,” he smiled, finishing off his second beer as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“You’re such a sap,” you teased, “that a bad thing?” He asked and you felt the air around you grow more tense.

“‘Course not, you’re just Stevie,” you tried to explain as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Stevie?” He asked as you sat up and crossed your legs under your body.

“Yeah, you know,” you tried to find the words, “Golden Boy.”

He hums in response, “golden as in pure?”

You nod your head, “pure, sweet, innocent.”

You weren’t sure if you had struck a nerve, but Steve smirked as he leaned into you.

“‘M not so innocent, sweetheart. Not everything is as it seems.” His voice was much lower, raspier as you could smell the beer on his breath.

“Is that so?” Your voice was just a little above a whisper, heart racing in your chest.

“I could even show you, sweetheart, but you gotta answer one question first. Sound fair?” He asked.

You nodded your head slowly, eagerly awaiting his question.

His hands fell to your knees, sliding up until he pulled you into his lap.

You looked up at him, craning your head only slightly as he craned his at you. He was warm, and broad.

“Why,” his voice was low, “won’t you hookup with Bucky, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you ran your hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders.

“I think you know,” you whispered as he shook his head and chuckled.

“Uh uh, I wanna hear you say it.” He purred, brushing his nose against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you smelt his oaky, but sweet body wash. Something like bergamot and oranges.

He squeezed your hips, a soft moan falling from your lips at the sensation.

“It’s because,” you swallowed thickly, “because I want you, Stevie.”

He hummed, hand on the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours.

You kissed back, the realization hitting you it became hotter and more desperate as you slid your tongue past Steve’s lips.

“All you needed to do was say those words and you could’ve had me all to yourself.” He smirks against your lips making you whimper.

His fingers are digging into your ass, rocking your hips over his. It’s the right amount of friction to have you melting into his touch.

When he picks you up, carrying you into his room to toss you onto his bed, you know you’ve made the wrong assumption about him.

“Now there’s nothin’ wrong with a man who likes vanilla,” he hums, hands exploring your body.

“But I’m a man who prefers a little more,” he meets your eyes, a devilish smirk and twinkle in his eyes, “flavour.”

He’s hovering over you, lips on your neck and jaw as his hips rut over yours.

“Go get that goddamn vibrator of yours,” he breathes as you look at him bewildered.

“You know that one, you like the third setting the most on it.” He winks standing up as your eyes trace along his body and to where his cock is straining.

“Go on, don’t sit there actin’ all dumb,” you spring to your feet, tripping over them as you quickly fetch it from your room.

“Good girl, lie back down on the bed, but get naked first.” He instructs you sternly.

You’d never had anyone tell you to strip, let alone have someone eyes so focused on you as you place the vibrator in his larger hand.

Starting with your sweater, you tear it off—chest exposed as Steve licks his lips.

“Go on, don’t be shy. You’re makin’ him real happy,” he smirks, squeezing his dick through his pants.

You tug your leggings down until you’re in your panties and Steve is giving you a look that tells you to continue.

It’s a thrill, stripping for him and watching his cock twitch at the sight of your curves, dips, and the marks you hate.

“Look at you,” he groans, “perfect little thing aren’t ya? Now I gotta be honest,” you swallow thickly.

“‘M not sure if he’ll fit like I planned, but we’ll make sure to get you warmed up,” he says before placing your hand over his dick.

It causes goosebumps to prickle your skin as he pushes you down onto the bed fully naked now.

“Now this,” he says, holding your vibrator, “isn’t even gonna compare to me by the time I’m done with you.”

It’s a promise that you know Steve will keep as he kneels between your legs.

“I expect you to keep these open, okay? Unless of course,” his cocky attitude breaks through, “you’re squeezin’ my head when you cum.”

You can’t even chide back, all thoughts gone at the sound of the click of your vibrator.

Steve wastes no time, spreading your folds and exploring you with his tongue before he connects the silicone tip to your clit.

It causes your body to jolt and Steve has to keep your legs open.

“What did I say, sweetheart. Keep ‘em open,” he reminds you as he slips a single fingers in you.

It’s already ten times better than your own, longer and thicker as they curl against your sweet spot.

Your walls squeeze him, fluttering as you grip onto his unmade bed sheets.

He teased you, edging you until you’re begging him to let you come with a dry throat.

“Steve, c’mon. ‘S’not fair,” you whine, tugging at his hair. He groans, hips rutting into the bed and you know you’ve found his weakness.

Two can play at this game.

You tug at his hair again, “please, Stevie? Wanna cum so fuckin’ bad—all over your face.”

He groans vibrator tossed on the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit, “fuck, baby.”

It’s a lewd sound, your wetness against his fingers and mouth, but it’s enough to send you over the edge.

“Make a mess, sweetheart. Gotta taste ya,” he groans against your core as you’re nearly suffocating him.

It’s intense, washing over you like a wave followed by a series of smaller ones until he’s flipping you over and your ass is in the air.

“Not so fuckin’ vanilla anymore, huh?” He slaps your ass, a squeak leaving your lips.

“Gonna have the taste of you on my mind for days now, practically have me pussy whipped already.”

His clothes are gone, all necessary ones before he’s bending his body over yours, “grip onto the headboard baby, you’ll need all the support you can get.”

And he’s not wrong, sliding into you and stretching you out as you wrap yourself fingers around the wood until he’s fully seated inside of you.

It’s a new fullness, one that you’ve never experienced and something you never want to forget.

“Bounce, baby.” He then says, as you look over your shoulder.

“Ride me, use the headboard and make yourself cum.” He smirks, slick coating both of your thighs.

Everything is new to you as Steve lets you take control, yet, you’re never truly in control.

“That’s it baby, such a good girl. Look how desperate you are to cum,” he taunts making you whimper.

He joins in soon, meeting your thrusts with his own until you’re both grunting and he can’t hold back.

“Fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” He hissed, quickly pulling out to paint your back as he rubs your clit with his free hand and you feel the white hot explosion of pleasure for the second time that night.

You’ve both made a mess by the time you’re done, Steve cleaning you up with his boxers as you’re collapsing beside him still trying to catch your breath.

“You’ve ruined my vibrator for me,” you chuckled breathlessly as he turns to you with a smirk, “well it’s a good thing I’m your roommate then.”

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kuromochimi · 3 years

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They receive a “discreetly” packed parcel you ordered

Bonten: Haruchiyo Sanzu, Manjiro Sano, Haitani Rindou, Haitani Ran

Content & Warnings: NSFW, Mature, Suggestive, and Sexual themes, toys, MINORS DNI!

Manjiro Sano / Mikey

Mikey was always one to snoop around your stuff. Not that you minded though. You never really kept anything from him so it was never an issue.

Now a package arrived a couple minutes ago and you weren’t home to receive it so he was the one who did. The package was only labeled with your name and address and no information about what shop it was from or what item it had inside and mikey was curious.

“Yn really wouldn’t mind if I opened this” he thought

Mikey got a cutter and started unsealing the box, removing tape and layers of bubble wrap. Once he removed the final layer of packaging, he was met with a vibrator. Just as he was about to take it out of the box, the door to your shared apartment opened. You stepped inside expecting Mikey to be asleep but instead, he was seated on the couch with a box at hand and an unreadable expression.

“Baby? What’s that?” Was the first thing you said

“No, yn, what’s this? I’m literally always at home or a call away, you could always just ask me”

“Huh? What are you on about?”

Mikey took the vibrator from the box and raised it for you to see.

“Oh come on manjiro, a girl’s got needs and you aren’t always around by the way” you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing the item from his grasp

“Oh yeah? Okay let’s go try it out to see if it works, hm?” He wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing your nape all over, hands slowly making their way to your chest to massage your breasts.

He pushed you to the couch where you tried the vibrator out. And yes, the free batteries do indeed work.

Haitani Ran

“Love, a package is here, it’s for you” your husband knocked on the bathroom door

“I’m showering, just sign it for me”

Ran went to the front door to receive the package for you. He came back to the living room, package at hand. It was.. unusually long? Did you order a curtain rod or something? He shook it to asses it better. Curiosity got him so he unboxed it while you were still in the shower. He was shocked to see what was inside. You were always so vanilla and yet here was a whip.

You stepped out of the shower, clad only in a towel wrapped around you.

“Ran baby, what arrived for me?”

Once you entered the living room to ask your boyfriend, he was already standing by the door, holding a whip, lightly caressing it in his hand. It was a hot sight to see.

“Ran I can, uh I can explain, you know I just wanted to make it more fun for you and you’re always so-“

Ran cut you off by putting a finger against your lips.

“Shh, doesn’t matter why you got it, but now I’m turned on as fuck. If you wanted to get spanked, you should have said so. Let’s go see which you like better, this whip or my baton, hm?”

Haitani Rindou

You and Rindou were a fairly new couple. About three months to be exact. He was over a lot though. Whether it was to simply be in each other’s presence or to watch movies or something.

“Rin, I just have to pass by the land lord’s unit to forward a concern, I’ll be right back”

“ ‘kay baby, walk safe”

Not even a few minutes later, a knock on the door caught rindou’s attention.

“Yn, don’t you have the keys to th- oh sorry, thought you were someone else”

“Sir, is this y/n l/n’s unit? She has a delivery”

“Yeah this is her place, I can receive that for her”

“Here you go sir”

“Thanks, man”

Rindou shut the door gently before looking at the package. He lifted the top of the box a little to see what it was and he couldn’t be mistaken. It was lingerie.

You came back after a while. Everything seemed normal except for the new box placed on the coffee table in front of the couch where rindou was seated.

“What’s that rin?”

“That’s a package for you”

“Oh okay, I’ll open it later” you tried to act casually as to not give your nervousness away. You bought a lingerie set to wear for when you and rindou finally get intimate. Just to be ready. You didn’t expect it to arrive while he was over at your place.

“By the way, yn, I prefer black. But red’s fine too. Classic and sexy” he smirked

Your face turned beet red

“Shut the fuck up rin”

“You know I wasn’t making any advances because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but it seems like you’re more than okay with it” he motioned for you to sit on his lap like how you used to whenever you would make out. Make outs which usually ended as is but today, looks like you and him would be doing a lot more than just kissing.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

“Why do you order so much shit online? Not that I’m against it, just.. where exactly do you use it?” Sanzu questioned you as he was helping you sort out and unbox your newly arrived packages

“You don’t have to pay for them, you know?”

“I don’t mind paying for them. You know I got you, baby”

Sanzu got ahold of another package to unbox and it was.. clanking and rattling? Now what could this be? He though.

Lifting the flaps of the box, sanzu’s eyes rest upon handcuffs. A smirk immediately made its way to his lips.

“Say, baby, I didn’t know you were into this shit?”

“Into what?” You asked without looking up at him

“C’mere let me cuff you to the bed frame”

Your eyes widened when you realized what he was talking about. You completely forgot about that item.

“Damn it I was supposed to surprise you with that on our anniversary, haru”

“Oh don’t worry, you did surprise me. Surprise me with how loud and tight you can be once we use this, ‘kay?”

He got up and started walking towards your shared bedroom. It took you a good while to take the hint to follow

“Am I going to have to punish you or are you going to be a good girl and follow me?”

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tuiccim · 3 years

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Hi! I love your writing, you are amazing! Are you taking requests? if you are, can I ask for one, where the reader is bi, but has only been with women so far, so she's really nervous about sleeping with Bucky for the first time? I don't know if this is good, but if you want to write it, it would be great! If not, that's totally okay! Love u🖤

Hello my love! I am so sorry this took so long to get to. I hope you enjoy it.

High Score

Pairing: Bucky x Bi Female Reader

⚠️ Warnings: Smut. NSFW 18+!

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: A big thank you to my beta reader, @liebs82 . All mistakes are my own.

“How was the date?” Sam grins at you as you enter the kitchen. “What’s her name again?”

“Awful and who cares cause I’m never gonna see her again,” you roll your eyes.

“What happened?” Bucky asks from his seat at the island.

“We were talking about when we came out and the moment I said I’m bisexual, she got this look on her face. She said she only dates lesbians because she doesn’t want to be with someone who can’t make up their mind.”

“Oh, man. What did you say?” Sam shakes his head.

“I said, oh, and when did you choose to be a lesbian? And she was like, I didn’t, I was born this way.”

“And then I answered, yeah, me too. Got up from the table, threw down some cash to cover my portion of dinner and left. It’s so frustrating. I’ve always been attracted to both genders. It’s who I am. Just, ugh, I’m so sick of people who are only attracted to one gender having some sort of superiority about it and… I’m sorry, guys. I’ll get off my soapbox.

“No problem, doll. You can always vent to us,” Bucky says sweetly.

“Right. I’m heading out though. Gonna meet a lady friend for a drink,” Sam says with a wave.

“Booty call,” you sing-song, giving Bucky a wink.

“I heard that,” Sam calls.

“I meant for you to!” You yell back.

Bucky chuckles but then sobers as he gives you a onceover, “She really must be an idiot.”

“Thanks, Buck. Some peoples’ prejudices, ya know?” you shrug.

“I, uh, didn’t realize you’re bi. I always thought you were-”

“Le$bean?”

“Yeah.”

“I haven’t really dated guys much.”

“Why not?”

“No reason,” you survey Bucky. You had wondered more than once in the past if he was attracted to you.

“But you’d date a guy?”

“Why? You interested?” You lean on the counter, giving him a great view of your cleavage, and smirk.

“Yeah, doll. Have been since you first got here. Just didn’t think I had a shot,” Bucky gives you a cocky grin.

“Shoot your shot then, Barnes.”

Two weeks later, you and Bucky had been on a half dozen dates and made out until you were throbbing with need. There was one thing Bucky didn’t know and it was the reason you hadn’t dragged him to your bed.

Sam was gone on a mission with Joaquin, giving you and Bucky the house to yourselves. You had asked him if he’d like to stay in tonight, get a pizza, and watch a movie. The understood code of “let’s ignore the movie and make out.” Which is exactly where you were at this moment, laid out on the couch with Bucky on top of you. You are so wet you had probably soaked through every layer of clothing between the two of you.

"Bucky," you attempt to get his attention but it comes out a moan. His answer is to redouble his efforts, sucking a mark on your collarbone. "Barnes!"

That causes his head to snap up, "You okay?"

"Yeah," you nervously bite your lip.

Bucky gives you a cocky grin, "You wanna take this to the bedroom?"

You nod then giggle as Bucky shoots up from the couch and practically carries you to his bed. But as soon as you are laid out under him and he starts to pull your shirt off, your nerves bubble up. "Bucky?"

"Yeah, Doll?" Bucky pulls back to look at you.

"I've, um, I've never been with a guy. So, if I'm awkward at this, I'm sorry."

"You're a virgin, Doll?"

"Hardly, Barnes. I've had plenty of sex. Just never with a guy. I've always been with women."

"But you've never had a cock in you?"

"Look," you push Bucky back and straddle him, "I've been fucked good with a strap on and fingers and tongue." You put your hands under his shirt as you feel some of your confidence come back. "But it's always been with women. You won't hurt me or anything. I wanted you to know in case I'm a little awkward with anything." You pull his shirt off and smile at him, "I mean, I doubt you can beat the orgasm record that I've accomplished in a single session but I'm sure you can make it good. Right?"

Bucky rolls you under him and smirks down at you, "Is that a challenge?"

"Only if you're up for it, Sarge," you reply playfully.

Bucky leans down to whisper confidently in your ear, "Hope you don't have any big plans for tomorrow. You won't be walking straight."

“Big talk. Not seeing much action.”

Bucky grins devilishly as he gets to his knees, fists your shirt and rips it open. Your bra falls victim to him next and then your pants and panties are removed without further damage, "Wanna keep mouthing off, Doll?"

"If it gets me results, Sarge," you sass with a giggle. Your laugh quickly dies on a moan as Bucky explores your folds with his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Bucky whispers as he kisses you again. His fingers are making slow circles around your clit causing you to writhe against him. He builds you up, making the circles faster and tighter until the coil in you snaps.

“Yes, fuck!” you cry out.

“One,” Bucky whispers in your ear. His lips slide down your neck and then to your breasts. He gives each one attention as his fingers still make circles over your clit. You arch into his mouth when he swirls his tongue around your nipple and gently suckles. He trails his tongue over your belly, dipping into your navel, and then down to your mound. He traces his tongue over your folds and then his tongue spears into your opening and you cry out. He works his tongue in and out of you while never pausing the work of his fingers.

“Bucky! Fuck,” you cry out as you fall over the edge again.

“Two,” Bucky says before swiping his tongue up and over your clit. The new sensation causing you to writhe against him. You grab his hair to hold him against you as he laps at your bud.

“Bucky, God, it’s so good.”

His lips wrap around your clit and you arch as another orgasm slams through you.

“Three. What was that record again?” Bucky smirks at you from between your legs, his tongue still playing over you.

“I’ll let you know if you get there,” you smirk back at him.

“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Bucky presses a finger into you as he speaks.

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly. His thick digit digging into your g spot as you throw your head back. Bucky’s tongue flicks over your clit in time with his strokes. Another moan escapes when he presses a second finger in. Each motion takes you higher until you cry, “Bucky! Oh, fuck, Bucky, I’m gonna..fuck!”

“Four. You like that, doll? Right there?” Bucky’s fingers massage your g spot.

“Yes. Bucky, will you, um, will you…” you falter, feeling a little embarrassed to ask for what you want. Something you had fantasized about more than once.

“Will I what, doll?” Bucky looks up at you.

You bite your lip for a second while butterflies erupt in your stomach, “Use your other hand?” The surprised expression that crosses his face makes you regret asking almost instantly.

“You want… you want that?” Bucky looks at you with wonder as he trails his metal hand up your leg.

“Yes. I want all of you, Bucky.”

He moves slowly but your moans encourage him. His mouth again covers your clit as he works two metal fingers in you. Your mind runs amok feeling how excited he is by your request. He's eating you as if starving and his fingers are firm yet gentle as they take you higher. The coil in you bursts yet again and the loud moan you release drives Bucky crazy.

“Five,” he groans as he kisses his way back up your body. His lips take yours again and you feel his hard length press against you through his sweatpants. Your hands slide past his waistband and encircle him. His skin was soft despite how incredibly hard his cock is. He moans into your mouth while your hands explore. You pull your hands out and roll Bucky onto his back. Sliding down him, you pull at his sweats and he lifts himself so you can pull them off. You lick your lips looking down at his well endowed cock. You reach your hand out and gently caress the length.

“I want to taste you, baby,” you say as you lower your mouth to lick the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, yes.”

“I haven’t done this before. You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?” You ask self-consciously.

“You won’t do anything wrong, doll,” Bucky holds himself still to allow you time to explore. He’s so hard it’s painful but when your sweet tongue swirls around his head, he’s ready to explode. Your lips wrap around him and the silky texture makes your eyes roll back in your head. You want to feel every inch of him on your tongue. You lick a stripe from his balls to the tip and grin when you see him fist the sheets. You repeat the action making him moan and squirm. You do it one more time and then slide him as deep as you can in your mouth. Involuntarily, his hips flex up and you pull back as you gag.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Bucky is sitting up immediately.

“No, you’re interrupting my oral exploration of your cock. Lay down!” You smirk as you push him back onto the pillows. He chuckles as you wink at him and lean down to suck him again. You hold your thumb to help suppress your gag reflex. Your tongue flicks back and forth on his underside as you take him a little deeper with each stroke. Your hand comes up to cup his balls and his breath leaves him.

“Fuck. Doll, I’m gonna come.”

“Mmmm,” you moan as you take him deep and bob your head. You guide his hand to your hair and he moans as he begins guiding you where he wants. He releases a long groan as his cum hits the back of your throat. You swallow and lick him clean. You look at him and ask with a bit of heat in your cheeks, “Was that okay?”

“So much better than okay,” Bucky winks at you. Suddenly, he’s up and maneuvered you onto your hands and knees. You gasp when it’s not his cock but his tongue that is pressed to you. He makes a long swipe from your clit all the way to your tightest hole. His tongue dances there for a second making your insides flutter before it licks its way back to your entrance. He shoves his face into you causing his tongue to plunge into your pussy. You clench around his tongue and cry out at the onslaught. He bounces you against his face making you gasp and moan with each movement. His fingers glide over your slick clit, tightening the coil in you. You release a cry when you come. Your body shudders as the waves crash over you. He rolls you onto your back, grabs his t-shirt to wipe his face which is covered in your slick, and grins down at you, “Six.”

“Getting close, Barnes,” you tease.

“And we’re nowhere near finished, doll,” he lowers himself over you. “Ready?” He flexes his hips bringing his hard cock against you.

“So fucking ready,” you whine, arching into him. His first thrust takes your breath away. The thickness of his cock stretches you deliciously. Your breath hitches with each stroke that buries him deeper. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good inside me.”

“You feel good too, doll. So wet and ready for me. Squeezing my cock,” Bucky’s lips find yours as he thrusts harder. You grab his ass, encouraging each stroke. His hands are everywhere, on your hips, caressing your breasts, holding your face for his kiss. You can’t get enough of his hips driving into you.

“Faster, please, baby,” you whimper in his ear. Bucky responds immediately, grinding against you with quick, shallow strokes. Your legs begin to tremble as you barrel towards orgasm and then you’re crying out, writhing against Bucky.

“Seven,” Bucky says as he flips you on top of him and starts fucking up into you. Pushing up from his chest, you look down at him as you ride his cock. His eyes slide down your body and back up again. Grabbing his hands, you place them on your breasts and watch him as you roll your hips faster. His cock hits that spot deep inside and then he trails a hand down to circle your clit.

“Right there. Oh, God. Just like that, just like that. Fuck!” you’re coming again, surprising yourself with how quickly it came on.

“Eight,” Bucky sits up to wrap his arms around you. He kisses you in earnest, tongues twining as he slowly rocks you on his lap. He puts his forehead to yours and stares into your eyes while guiding your hips in slow circles. Nervously, you guide his hands from your hips to wrap around your neck. You continue the movement of your hips exactly as he had been guiding you and bite your lip as you look in his eyes. He caressed your jawline with his thumbs and then you see his expression change as his hands tighten. Your breathing becomes ragged with excitement. With each circle of your hips, his hands squeeze a little more, cutting off your blood flow. “Harder,” he demands and your eyes nearly roll back in your head from the commanding tone. You keep your slow pace but grind down on him with more force. You shudder when your orgasm streaks through you, clenching down on him. “Fuck, nine.”

When you recover your breath, you whisper, “My doubt in you was misplaced, Barnes. You’re even with the record. Care to beat it?”

Bucky has you on your back in seconds and is holding your knees open wide. He pounds into you. You grab handfuls of the sheets as you let out loud cries with each thrust. Your body arches from the intense onslaught and the coil in you tightens again. Bucky lets go of your legs, puts one hand next to your head to hold himself above you, and grabs your face. He forces your mouth open with his fingers against your cheeks and spits in your mouth. He puts his hand over your mouth until he sees you swallow. “Good girl.”

The words were all it took. Your mouth opens wide in a scream as your entire body spasms. You grab hold of Bucky as your body milks him, clenching tightly around his cock as it paints your insides. His moan as he comes is sinfully delicious to your ears.

You lay together catching your breath. The low rumble of Bucky’s voice causes you to grin as he mutters sleepily, “Ten.”

“A new high score,” you giggle.

“I can beat it,” Bucky grins.

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