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[xxkissesforchanniexx]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader (college au) Genre: fluff IMPLIED smut hehehe Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: jealous seungmin implied smut, player hyunjin, drinking, party games, making out

A/N: This request is really new but bro code is actually frying my braincells as I'm tried to string together the plot sooo this is my rescue.

You were bickering with your friend, Felix as your professor entered the classroom.

"Settle down class." The teacher said. "I'm going to hand back your tests now."

You perked up at this.

"Best score." Felix nudged you and you hummed.

"The top score was a 97%," your teacher said, taking one last look through the tests. "Oh excuse me. 100%," She stared at the paper for. a moment and raised it, "Kim Seungmin."

Your mood crumbled. "Of course." You muttered.

The dark haired man smiled at you and walked down for his test. He took it and smiled as he went back to his seat. "#1 is really a pipe dream, huh, Y/n?"

You gripped your notebook tightly and exhaled slowly.

"L/N Y/N." Your teacher held out your paper and you grumbled as you went to collect it. Staring daggers at Seungmin you crushed your test into your bag as you sat.

Felix got called a moment later and came back to sit, beaming at a 79%, "As long as it's not a fail." He smiled.

You hummed softly. "You wanna go get food?"

He nodded and you got up to leave, as you packed your things, a lot more neatly than you had your test, Seungmin came up to you.

"It's an A right?" He shrugged. "Maybe next time."

You looked at him. "You really revel in seeing me anger, don't you?"

He raised a brow and fixed his glasses. "Yeah," he leaned in close, breath grazing your ear as he whispered, "I adore it."

You wanted to throw our bag at him but Felix dragged you away before you could do anything. You and him walked to the cafeteria, scanning around the food selections before deciding to eat off campus.

You were about to exit the cafeteria before someone squealed and you turned. Chris and his minions had entered the room. The men looked around before sitting at a table and one, a man with long dark hair, Hyunjin, looked at Felix then at you, then back at Felix before waving slightly.

Felix waved back and smiled. "Hyunjin is really so nice no? Come on I want chicken." He dragged you out of the cafeteria, you looked back just in time to see Hyunjin watching you. And you smiled.

You had finally found a seat in the library, sitting with your textbooks ready to study, you cringed a you realized you left your tumbler in your last class. You got up to get it and ran off to get it, but when you came back you sucked in a breath to see your things by the door of the library. You picked them up and went back to your seat lip pressing into a thin line at the sight of Kim Seungmin sitting in your seat typing away on his computer.

"Seungmin." You said.

He looked up, "Can I help you?"

"You moved my things. I was sitting here."

He smiled. "Those were yours?" He knew damn well they were... "Sorry, but there was no one sitting here."

"KIM SEUNGMIN-" You started before glaring at a book he had on the table, bookmark sticking out innocently. You grabbed the bookmark and threw it, making the man lose his page.

"Y/N!"He stood, fuming.

"Was that yours? I didn't realize." You took a sip from your tumbler and walked away. As you left the library you looked at your phone, and crashed into someone. You stumbled back, dropping your phone and literature textbook, a few of your papers cascading around the sidewalk. "Sorry." You muttered, going to pick up the things.

"It's fine." The guy said, kneeling to help you pick up your stuff.

"Thank you-" You looked up at Hyunjin as he handed you the stack of papers.

"No problem." He nodded, tilting his head. "You're Yongbokkie's friend?"

Your mouth opened then closed.

"I saw you earlier." Hyunjin clarified.

"Oh. Yeah! I'm Felix's friend." You took the papers and opened your textbook, tucking them carefully in between the cover and the first page.

"I'm Hyunjin..." He extended his hand out to you.

"Y/n.." You fumbled with the stuff you were carrying for a moment before shaking his hand.

He smiled slightly. "You need help?"

"Uh... Yeah." You laughed in defeat as he took the textbook from you.

"Where're you headed?" He asked, walking with you.

Seungmin bit his lip as he watched you walking to the cafeteria with Felix and Hyunjin. When did you entertain people like that? A guy who was a notorious player? A guy who made other men look away from you with one glare? A jerk like that? With you? Since when?

Seungmin thought nothing of it until he saw Hyunjin waiting outside of your class that afternoon. He tapped his pen against his desk, anger boiling as you came out of your class and Hyunjin put an arm around you, sweeping you away.

"Seungmin?" Jeongin tapped his friend's shoulder, before looking and seeing you and Hyunjin. "Just tell her."

"How?" Seungmin muttered.

"I don't know. But it looks like Hyunjin might actually be serious about her."

"Is Hyunjin serious about anyone?" Seungmin rolled his eyes. "I don't want him to mess around with her too."

"Then get to her first."

"HOW?!" Seungmin groaned.

"I don't know!"

Seungmin walked down the hall and sighed. "He's not good for her."

"She looks good right?" Hyunjin asked his friend, Chris.

"Very nice." The older man nodded, looking at the picture.

Changbin looked over his shoulder, "Isn't that the nerd?"

"She's fine though! Bin look." Hyunjin showed the shorter man another picture.

"You think she's better than the last one?" he asked Hyunjin.

"Of course," Hyunjin shrugged. "It's always the nerds."

"I bet 50 bucks I'll get her before you." Chan said, looking at Hyunjin.

"Not fair."

"Come on... You scared?" He challenged.

No... Hyunjin thought, I just don't want you fucking her over... "Nah. Bet 100."

"Greedy." Chan rolled his eyes. "You got it. At least introduce us. Level the playing field."

"Y/nnie." Hyunjin said, hands in your hair as you sat between his legs on the floor, munching on your chips while watching something on the TV.

"Huh?" You looked up at him.

"You should meet my friends." He smiled.

"Why so suddenly?" You popped a chip into your mouth.

Hyunjin turned your head to the TV, "Don't do that with your head back, you could choke. But I just feel like you'd fit in with them, y'know?"

You made a face and actually almost choked.

"Woah, woah-" Hyunjin handed you your drink.

After a few gulps you looked at him. "Me? The schools nerd girl? Fit in with you jocks?"

"Uh- Well-"

You turned and looked at him, raising a brow.

"That's not the only thing they say about you.."

Your eyes widened. "HUH!?"

"Nothing! Never mind. I just think you'd like to meet my friends though." He turned away, ears red.

You hummed. "Okay. I'll see."

"Yes!" Hyunjin did a small jig before smiling at you.

You rolled your eyes. "When do you think I can meet them?"

"Well there's this party..."

"It's only right that the best guys in school," Jiwon said, twirling her hair around her finger.

"Yeah." Minsi added, smiling at Seungmin and Jeongin.

Jeongin looked at Seungmin before whispering, "We're the best guy on campus?"

"Not just you two." Jiwon sighed. "Changbin and Hyunjin are going to be there too. And Chris!" She and her friend squealed.

"Hyunjin's going." Seungmin hissed to Jeongin.

"Y/N might go too!" Jeongin hissed back.

"When's the party?" Seungmin smiled.

"Friday night. Fraternity house."

Seungmin hummed. "I'll be there."

"Yeah." Jeongin nodded, "We'll be there."

"Awesome!" Jiwon and Minsi clapped their hands before going off somewhere.

Seungmin saw you in the hall a while later and cornered you when Felix went to class.

"Y/n." he called.

You looked back and made a face. "Seungmin."

He pursed his lips. Tell her.. "Can you not look at me like you despise me?"

"But I do." You pouted slightly and rolled your eyes.

"You know I see why Hyunjin would go for you. Your ego is just as big as his and I really hope when he's just messing wwith you, you stop your power trip." He snapped before he could stop himself.

"Go fuck yourself Seungmin." You started walking away, something about him saying that tearing your insides apart.

PANIC! He thought, Save it! "Y/n!"

You looked at him.

"He's going to hurt you..." Seungmin said quietly.

"I'll trust him until he does." And you left him standing there..

You were sitting on the couch in Hyunjin's apartment, staring blankly at his TV.

"Something on your mind, pretty?" He asked, sitting next to you.

"Not really.." You muttered.

"Y/n.." He faked a crying face. "Did I do something??"

"No-" You started, "Well yes-"

His brows furrowed. "What?"

"Are you messing with me?" You asked bluntly.

"Why are you asking so suddenly?" His eyes narrowed.

"Well some dick sad something..." You sighed.

"Who?" He asked, sitting up straight now.

"It's not importan-"

"Who?" He pressed.

"Kim Seungmin." You relented.

He looked at you for a long moment. "Don't believe him... Why would I ever hurt you y/n.."

You smiled at him slightly.

He hugged you and smiled. "I'm not messing with you..." I like you too much...

Seungmin was studying in the library when he heard the library volunteer girl shriek.

He looked up and was met with the dark gaze of Hwang Hyunjin.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"What are you telling Y/n?" Hyunjin stared at Seungmin.

"It wasn't a lie." Seungmin shrugged.

"Kim Seungmin." Hyunjin slammed his hand on the desk and glared at him.

"Hyunjin." Seungmin stared up at him.

The people were gathering now, looking around the shelves at the men.

"Stay away from Y/n." Hyunjin said lowly.

"But I saw her first so-"

"You think Y/n is just something you can see first-"

"You think Y/n is something you can just fuck and drop. Hwang Hyunjin. Steer clear of her?" Seungmin snapped back, standing. "Or I don't think you'll like me."

"Are you threatening me?" Hyunjin moved to grab Seungmin's collar.

"What do you think?"

Hyunjin was about to punch him when hi phone rang. He paused and took it out before smiling at Seungmin. "Guess who's calling." He turned away and pushed past the people who had been watching while he answered the phone. "Hey Y/nnie."

Seungmin felt his stomach twist.

When Seungmin and Jeongin got to the party, the latter was almost immediately dragged away by his friend Beomgyu, leaving Seungmin alone in the party.

It was that same solidarity that led him to Lee Minho, who according to Jiwon who Seungmin had met earlier was "10000% boyfriend material". Seungmin couldn't deny the man was fun to be around though, Minho introduced him to a living firecracker, Jisung, who was apparently very close friends with your "friend", Hyunjin.

After a few drinks, Seungmin felt his head going fuzzy but he only shrugged it off laughing. While watching Jeongin chugging his 9th red bull on a girl, Sumin's, request.

"We're going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven." Jisung said, following Minho to the basement, "Gonna join?"

"Sure." Seungmin said before realizing what he'd agreed to. It's the liquor talking...

Seungmin and Jeongin followed Minho and Jisung down the steps into the small space under the house where a few people had gathered to participate in the game.

He sat down on the floor, next to Jisung and Jeongin as everyone settled. Then he saw you, giggling with another guy, not Hyunjin but-

"Chris. That bottle empty?" A man with freckles and long bleach blonde hair pointed to the wine bottle behind the man you were with.

"It's glass, like hell I'm going to trust you with it., Yongbokkie." Chris rolled his eyes and tossed the blonde man a plastic two liter soda bottle.

He caught it and sat it in the middle of the circle as you and Chris sat, closing the circle. Hyunjin bite his lip, staring at you and Chris like he wanted to fight the man.

"Okay, you all know the rules." Felix said. "Changbin who should start?"

"Not it." a short, muscular man poked his nose.

"Not it." Felix followed.

Seungmin's brain took a moment to process what had happened but by the time his finger touched his nose everyone else had already made it to safety.

"You good sir," Felix said in very sophisticated accent. "Start the game." He handed Seungmin the bottle.

Hyunjin's eyes met his as he spun the bottle.

It turned once.. twice.. three times before slowing to a halt.. pointing right at you.

Seungmin looked at you.

"INTO THE CLOSET!" Jisung shouted.

"Come on let's go!" Changbin opened the door to the small closet.

Hyunjin gave Seungmin the scariest look he'd ever seen as Jeongin pulled him into the closet and Jisung grabbed you from Chan.

"Jeongin-" Seungmin started before his friend whisper-shouted.

"This is your chance." and shoved him in.

You followed and both men gave you thumbs up before closing the closet door.

"I-" Seungmin started.

"Save it." You cut him off.

He remained silent for a moment. "You know they're no good for you..."

"Uh huh, but they're nice, they accept me-"

"Y/n they look like they want to eat you. Like your prey or something." Seungmin sighed.

"Why does that matter to you?!" You snapped a bit loudly.

Seungmin opened his mouth then closed it.

"Don't waste my time Kim Seungmin." You leaned against the closet wall.

"You're right." He muttered, maybe the alcohol really had gone to his brain, he walked closer, and leaned into you, "I shouldn't waste your time..."

You stared up at him with wide eyes. "Seungmin-"

He leaned closer, caging you between the wall and his chest. "It matters to me because how could you let them ruin you..." He reached out a tentative hand and caressed your cheek. "So perfect. So smart and pretty. I can't just sit back and watch you lose that... that perfection..." He leaned in so close you could feel his breathe on your lips. "It's mine to ruin.."

You stared into Seungmin's eyes for a long moment.

"If you want."

You kissed his hard.

He stumbled slightly before catching up with the moment and leaning into your lips, pressing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, groaning at the taste of you. He pressed you against the wall and you let out a small mewl that he swallowed and returned in a soft moan.

You pulled back for air and he stared into your eyes. "If there's any other way to say it. I like you, I love you, I'm infatuated with you, Y/n. I always have been."

"You.." You blinked in shock for a moment.

He kissed you again and his hand moved to your hips, lifting you up to grind on his knee, as he pressed it into your core, eliciting quiet cries from you, he smirked and silenced you with his lips.

Your hands moved to his shoulders and your fingers ran through his hair as your tongue fought his for a moment. His easily batting yours down before tasting inside your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as he pulled you up to thigh and you bucked into it.

"You want me to fuck you?" he muttered against our lips. "Want me to ruin you? Not Hyujin, me right?"

You nodded and whined.

Seungmin's lips broke away from yours before kissing and biting at your neck. You held onto him tightly and bucked your hips into him.

He pulled away panting. "Shit." He lowered you and fixed your hair.

Just as Felix opened the door, "Times up lovebirds-"

Seungmin grabbed your hand and dragged you out so fast you couldn't even protest.

Hyunjin stood in you way. "Y/n we need to talk-"

Seungmin stared at him. "Y/n doesn't need to say anything to you."

"Hyunjin-" You started but Seungmin squeezed your hand pleading before pulling you past Hyunjin.

As you passed him Hyunjin's eyes widened.

Seungmin woke up with his head pounding. He rolled over and almost jumped almost at the feeling of another person in his bed—then the memory hit him like a truck.

He looked at you with a soft expression before propping himself up on his elbow to look at you sleep, the way your chest rose and fell, the content look on your face, the marks he'd left on you the previous night.

"I can feel you staring.." you muttered.

"Can you?" he asked quietly, brushing hair from your face.

"You do it so often of course I can." You opened your eyes and they locked on his.

"I love you.." he smiled that puppy smile.

You rolled your eyes. "Take me to dinner first."

He made a face and you giggled, leaning up to kiss him.

"I love you too."

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It's always been you

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit Smut, Age gap (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

A/N: Here's one of my old fics which is one of my favs. I've added some extra bits to the smut, so enjoy ;)

Summary: You're in a relationship with a guy called Luke after you were too scared to tell Stephen how you really felt about him. But one night, one thing leads to another when you go and talk to Stephen at the Sanctum.

When you first arrived at Kamar Taj almost a year ago, it was Doctor Stephen Strange that you first met out of everyone. He was one of the masters there, after all, and despite that – you had fallen for him. Sometimes it felt like more than a crush, though, especially since you and Stephen grew closer and closer as time went by. You always assumed your crush would lead nowhere and you’d get over him, because there were days when you thought nothing would happen with you and Stephen. He was older than you; you were a good twenty years younger than him. Eventually, you decided to just date a guy who seemed a bit more attainable. That was when you met Luke. He was around your age, and you hoped that being with him would diminish the crush you had on Stephen – even though you were going to stay best friends with him.

But it didn’t take you long to realise that Luke wasn’t the man for you. He wasn’t always the best boyfriend. He seemed to only care about himself and his own pleasure, and it quickly got to you. There were days when it seemed like Stephen would listen to you more than your own boyfriend would. And whenever you told Stephen about your problems with Luke, he would always be so kind and caring.

And it was then that you realised that you loved Stephen. But fear got the best of you, and you weren’t ready to tell him the truth. You were convinced he didn’t even feel the same way back, anyway. Part of you was also scared to tell Luke that you wanted to end things. What if he freaked out and got angry?

You were officially stuck between a rock and a hard place.

******

It was early one evening and you found yourself laying on Luke’s bed. He wouldn’t even look at you, though. His eyes were stuck on his phone. As usual, he was paying no attention to you. But you were over it. If you were going to be with him, he would have to start acting like an actual boyfriend.

“Can you please just put your phone down and come cuddle with me?” you asked with a little pout.

But Luke said nothing. Whatever was on his phone seemed much more important.

“Luke,” you tried again. “Please just come cuddle with me.”

Luke grunted and rolled his eyes. “I heard you the first time, Y/N. I’m busy right now.”

“You barely ever give me any attention,” you said quietly. “It makes me upset. You’re always on your phone, talking to other people, when I’m right there.”

“Well, you’re always talking to Stephen,” snapped Luke.

“Uh, yeah. I talk to him because he actually listens to me.”

Luke chuckled. “I do listen to you.”

“When’s my birthday?” you suddenly asked him. It was a test. If he really, truly cared for you, then he would know that fact.

Luke shrugged. “July 9th.”

You shook your head, trying not to glare at him. “It’s June 9th. See. You don’t listen!”

And he didn’t even seem concerned with that as he tapped away on his phone. It hurt. It really did. And you found yourself with tears welling up in your eyes. You decided right then and there that you were going to talk to the person who actually listened to you. And that was Stephen.

You got off the bed in a huff, determined to get away from Luke. You stormed over to the door, yanking it open in a hurry.

“Where are you going?” Luke called out.

“It doesn’t matter,” you told him bluntly.

“I bet you’re going to him. At the Sanctum.” Luke’s voice was laced with an accusatory tone.

You didn’t answer. You just slammed the door shut, not caring that you were in your pyjamas. If Luke was going to treat you like that, then you were going to put some distance between the both of you. In a rush, you opened up a portal that would take you right to where Stephen would be. The New York Sanctum. You closed the portal behind you when you arrived and took quiet steps to Stephen’s room. Was he still awake? It was late. You hoped he was up.

When you got to his door you saw a small stream of light shining through. That was a good sign. You knocked on the door and heard some noise from behind it.

“Who’s there?” Stephen asked loudly.

“It’s me,” you responded.

“Come in!”

You pushed the door open, finding Stephen there in his robe and a thick book on his lap.

“Hey,” Stephen greeted you.

“Hi. Am I disturbing you?” you asked. That was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Not at all. What’s wrong?”

You sighed at the question. “Can I come and sit with you in the bed and tell you?”

“Of course.” Stephen pulled his blanket back, offering you a spot to sit.

You joined him on the comfortable bed, taking in the situation. You and Luke had just had a pretty nasty fight. And you hated the way he made you feel. You said nothing for a while, and neither did Stephen, until he finally broke the silence.

“What happened?” he asked.

You turned to look at him, noticing the worry on his face. You sucked in a sharp breath before starting your story. “Me and Luke just had a little argument.”

“Why?”

“I’ve just noticed that Luke doesn’t really pay attention to me. He wants to spend more time on his phone than he does with me.” As you said that, you could see Stephen shaking his head. “And earlier, I asked Luke if we could just cuddle. But all he did was ignore me.” The words got to you as you remembered the argument. Tears formed in your eyes yet again, your voice turning all soft.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” Stephen said quickly. He pulled you to him, letting you rest your head on his chest as he hugged you tight.

You pulled back a little to wipe at your eyes. “I’ve noticed during our whole relationship that he doesn’t really listen to me. He doesn’t show me that he cares about me.”

“I’ve noticed that too.”

Your eyes widened a little. “Really?”

Stephen nodded at you. “I’ve noticed how Luke upsets you. But I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to make you anymore upset. And I didn’t want to lose my best friend. I care about you, Y/N. So much. I love you. I love every part of you.”

Your head snapped to the side as you looked at Stephen, completely taken aback by what he had just said. Did he just…?

“What?” you asked with a whisper.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, his eyes shutting for a second. He turned away from you, suddenly looking embarrassed.

“Stephen,” you called out to him.

He turned back around. Slowly. And there you saw his bright red cheeks.

“Is that true?” you wondered. “Did you really mean that?”

Stephen sighed loudly. “Yes. It’s true. And I’ve loved you ever since we first met. It broke my heart so much when I found out that you were with Luke. I kept my mouth shut because I just wanted to be happy for you. And I knew nothing could really happen between us, anyway. Because of our age gap…”

For a long time, you and Stephen just looked at each other. You were in the middle of taking in every word he just told you. His confession. But then you couldn’t help it when you sent him a teary-eyed smile. Reaching forward, you cupped his face with your hands. He smiled at you. A sweet, bright smile.

“I love you too. And I always have,” you whispered.

“Really?”

You nodded and leaned over to him, giving him a soft kiss. And then he kissed you back. And it was slow and moving and so, so perfect. But Stephen suddenly pulled away.

“What about Luke?” he asked you.

“Stephen, I’ve given Luke many opportunities. I’m done being treated second best,” you said confidently. You gave Stephen another kiss before eyeing him closely. “I’ve always loved you, Stephen. I’m sorry I was just too much of a coward to admit it.”

Stephen laughed lowly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Well, that makes two of us then.”

You giggled right back at him before Stephen kissed you. It quickly grew heated, your tongue diving into Stephen’s mouth. His hands lowered and held your hips tight, pulling you right into his lap. Your lips broke apart for a split second, but Stephen wasted no time as he quickly pulled you back into a kiss.

Your arms quickly wrapped around his broad back, with Stephen mimicking the action as he held you nice and tight. Tongues dancing together, you suddenly felt something hard pressing into you. You had to pull away from Stephen when you realised what it was. You gasped, watching as Stephen blushed all over again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice all shy.

But you didn’t care. You kissed him fast and hard and noticed just how quickly Stephen kissed you back. Rocking your hips against his, you heard Stephen groan for you. The noise literally had you going weak right there in his arms, your centre growing wetter and wetter.

You kept kissing and rocking your hips, loving the sounds Stephen kept making. Those deep, guttural groans. But you pulled away from him so you could whisper out a request.

“Please make love to me,” you told him.

“Are you sure?” he asked with big eyes.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” You meant every word.

Stephen kissed you softly before moving away from your mouth. “Okay.”

He shifted a little so that you were laying on the bed, while Stephen hovered above you. You shared another kiss before Stephen reached down, pulling off your top and exposing your breasts. He threw the top to the floor before he stared down at your breasts, taking them in. He stared at you, at your hard nipples. And then he blushed some more. You found it so adorable.

“You look so beautiful,” he said with a whisper. Then he leaned down, his warm lips kissing your skin. His lips ghosted over your nipples as he paid attention to each breast. Then he sucked one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning as a big hand grasped the other one.

The feeling had you whining. You reached down, raking a hand through Stephen’s thick locks. Your back arched for him, letting pleasure take over. You felt so wet. And it was all for Stephen. He stayed there, licking and sucking at your breast, before reaching down to pull down your pyjama bottoms and panties. They both hit the floor, and then you were completely and utterly exposed for Stephen. Every part of you was on show.

“Fuck,” Stephen hissed as he stared at you. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

He moved down, kissing you hard and fast. Your tongues moved together wildly, but you had to see Stephen. You had to see him properly.

“I wanna see you too,” you said with a whine. “Please.”

“Alright, sweetheart.” He nodded. He got off the bed to stand up, slowly pulling off his robe, exposing his cock.

You literally gasped at what you were seeing. He was so hard. And so, so big. Thick too. You couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside of you.

Stephen got back on the bed and you wasted no time spreading your legs for him. Stephen then got settled in between your legs as he hovered above you. He kissed you softly, and while his mouth was so perfect, you needed him to take you already.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded with him.

“Okay,” Stephen groaned. “But I’m gonna start off slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smiled at how sweet and caring he was being. “Okay.”

Stephen gave you a soft kiss before grabbing his cock. He ran the tip up and down your wet slit a few times. The swollen tip of his cock was soon covered in your arousal. You let out a sharp moan when you felt Stephen press the head of his cock against your clit. It felt so good.

“Are you ready?” He asked, voice deep.

You nodded eagerly at him. Stephen watched you closely as he pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance, and then he slid right into you with absolute ease. You moaned in unison, and then Stephen buried his face in your neck as he pushed more of his cock into you. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, wanting to feel him close. You could hear Stephen groaning into your ear when he filled you up, right to the hilt as he bottomed out. The noise had you clenching around him.

“Fuck,” Stephen moaned out.

“Are you okay?” you quickly asked.

Stephen moved so that he could stare down at you. His cheeks were so red. “Yes. You just feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

You gave him a quick kiss. “Please move. Please.”

Stephen’s eyes were stuck on you as he began to move his cock. He was moving slowly, but the pleasure was still there and had you letting out little moans. You dragged your nails across his skin, digging into him. But you had to have more.

“Please move faster,” you begged. “Please.”

Stephen did. He thrusted into you that little bit faster and harder, and you couldn’t help it when you let out a long moan. The sound filled the room right up. You couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel. The pleasure was so new to you, and you had no idea that sex could feel so good.

Stephen kept moving in and out of you, his cock stretching you out. He was moving fast and hard and it was exactly what you needed.

“Oh, please don’t stop!” you let out.

“I’m not gonna stop.” He leaned down, giving you a rushed kiss that you eagerly returned. Stephen placed his hands on either side of your head and suddenly began to just pound into you wildly.

“Stephen!” you whined out. “Mm, fuck me just like that!”

Your shaky hands reached down as you grabbed at the blankets, pulling at them as Stephen took you hard and fast and so, so deep. Your knuckles literally turned white as you grabbed at the blankets, getting lost in the pure pleasure that Stephen was giving you. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room and you loved every second of it.

Stephen suddenly pushed his cock into you nice and deep. The swollen tip of his cock was pressing up against that sweet, sensitive spot – a spot no one had ever reached before.

“Mm, your cock feels so good,” you cried out.

“Fuck.” Stephen suddenly lowered his body, pressing up against you tightly.

You kissed each other hard and fast; all the while Stephen kept hitting that spot again and again. You circled your arms around his back and let out a long moan when you realised that your orgasm was quickly forming. It was something you had never felt before. You needed it so bad.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you whined out. Stephen was fucking you so good. He knew exactly how to touch you. Exactly how to make you feel good, and you knew you were going to meet your orgasm any second now.

That seemed to trigger something in Stephen, because he began to pound into you wildly from above. You kept crying out, letting Stephen know just how good he was making you feel. Your back arched as that wild feeling grew more and more. You kept moaning, unable to believe how good you were feeling – and how it was Stephen of all people who was making you feel so good. And then the feeling hit you. Your orgasm. It hit you hard and fast and you lost it right there on Stephen’s cock.

“Oh, Stephen!” you moaned out, letting your orgasm take over your body. It felt so good. You were growing wetter and wetter by the second, letting Stephen pound right into you.

Stephen fucked you right through your orgasm. He was dragging out the pure pleasure, allowing you to feel every second of it. He groaned deeply, and you had a feeling it was because your pussy was clenching right around Stephen, pulling him deeper and deeper into you.

He kept pounding into you and you suddenly felt something else growing. Another orgasm. But it felt so much stronger than the one you just had. It was building up, second by second, the heat just growing the more Stephen fucked you. And he was fucking you so good, so hard. He seemed to be entirely focused on your pleasure alone, his cock stretching you out and filling you up at just the right angle yet again.

“Stephen, please keep moving,” you whined as he kept on thrusting his cock into you. “Oh, fuck. I think I’m going to…”

"Just let go, sweetheart," Stephen told you.

After those words left his mouth, you felt yourself coming undone. You couldn’t say anything. All you did was scream loudly as you came a second time, the feeling driving you wild. You were gushing right around Stephen’s length, making you feel so wet between your thighs. It was something you had never felt before, and you kept feeling yourself getting wetter the more Stephen fucked you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you saw white, your ears ringing. All you could feel was complete and total pleasure as you felt your body shaking. Stephen was dragging out that wonderful feeling with his cock, like he wanted to make sure that your orgasm was lasting as long as possible.

You whined and cried out, eyes shut tight as your strong orgasm hit you. You still didn’t say anything and instead just let out sounds of pleasure, your breathing unsteady as Stephen fucked you good and hard.

Eventually, the wonderful feeling faded, and you found yourself letting out soft whines as Stephen kept moving in and out of you, his cock twitching inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum,” he muttered out.

“Mm, you can cum inside of me,” you whispered, wanting to feel him lose himself inside of you. “I’m on the pill. Please cum inside of me. Please.” You needed it. You had to have Stephen – every part of him.

It seemed as if that was all Stephen needed to hear, because a second later, he was giving you a few more deep thrusts before letting out the deepest of groans. And then he came. He came right there inside of you, filling you up. He lost all control, giving you every drop of cum he had to offer.

He was panting wildly as he pushed in and out of you. Soon his breathing settled and he laid down next to you on the bed. You were in the middle of catching your breath too. You were still trying to process what just happened with you and Stephen.

Stephen seemed to get his breathing back on track and got up. He put his robe on and then headed off into another room. He came back with a washcloth in hand. You laid there, body still shaking a little, as Stephen cleaned you up gingerly.

"Did you know you squirted?" Stephen asked you as he cleaned up your sensitive area gently.

You stared at him for a long moment before you shook your head. That must have been what you were experiencing earlier when you felt so wet between your thighs.

"No, no man has ever made me do that before... Until you of course," you told Stephen and he sent you a smile before winking at you. He then stood up and made his way back over to the other room to put the washcloth back.

After he returned from putting the washcloth back, he climbed back into bed with you and covered you with the warm blankets.

“Are you okay?” he asked lowly.

“I’m okay.” You nodded at him. You moved over to Stephen, laying down on his broad chest as he wrapped an arm around you. It felt so good to have him cuddle you, to have him hold you close.

It was quiet for a while. And you figured that Stephen just wanted to get some sleep, but then he broke the silence.

“So, when do you plan on telling Luke that your relationship is over?” he asked.

It was a good question. Shifting slightly, you looked up at Stephen. “I’ll probably tell him tomorrow, I guess. If he listens to me, that is. He barely even listens to me when I’m talking. He probably won’t even listen to me when I finally break up with him.”

“Does Luke listen to you about anything?” Stephen asked with a furrowed brow. He looked offended on your behalf.

You shook your head at him. “I don’t think so. He doesn’t even know when my birthday is. And he doesn’t know the stuff I like, or the stuff I don’t like.”

Stephen’s eyes widened. “How could he not remember that your birthday is the 9th of June? Or that your favourite flowers are roses? Or that you hate spicy food?” There was such disbelief in Stephen’s voice, like he couldn’t even process the fact that Luke didn’t know those things about you.

You looked at Stephen for what felt like an hour. You were in total shock. How was it that your boyfriend didn’t know any of that stuff, but Stephen did? Stephen knew you better than your boyfriend did. Better than anyone else, it seemed.

“How… How do you know all of that?” you finally let out, your voice a bit shaky. Your mind was still a little hazy from your love making session.

Stephen just smiled at you. “I actually listen to everything you tell me.”

You returned his smile. It was big and bright, and that was because you were experiencing full, pure joy. You kissed Stephen softly and slowly, loving the way he gently kissed you back. You were right where you belonged. Right there with the man who actually knew you. You were so lucky that the two of you had found each other – even with the Luke hurdle that had been thrown your way. But he could be dealt with later.

“I love you, Stephen Strange,” you said with a whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he said, his voice laced with what you could only describe as pure love. You and Stephen laid there together, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Your eyes fluttered shut as pure exhaustion took over. But you were truly over the moon that it was Stephen that you were with. Because he was the one who listened to you. He was the one who cared for you. And he was the one who loved you.

And you loved him just as much.

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[kscheibles]

fall rendezvous (college bf! au)

content warnings: f! reader, fluff, smut, unprotected p in v sex, oral sex f! receiving

word count: 2.2k

The crisp morning air bites at your nose as you walk across campus after your 8 a.m. discussion class. You’re not used to New England weather; the chilly air causes your nose to run even when you’re bundled up in sweatshirts and coats as you are now. Matty makes fun of you every time, but his actions betray his true feelings. He always takes the opportunity to hold your hands in his and breathe hot air onto them. He likes being your solace. Your comfort.

As a matter of fact, that’s what you need him for now. Chase, the obnoxious legacy student in your Art History section, was insistent on devaluing the thematic interests of indigenous artists. Unfortunately, you’d had to take matters into your own hands when the TA looked as if it was too early for her to put a stop to his bullshit for the third time this semester. You’d ripped him a new one, but as a result, you were now simultaneously riled up, tired, and in need of a comforting hug from your boyfriend. You lug your book bag across the quad, texting Matty when you’re finally near his dorm.

You wait a few moments at the door, still reeling. As soon as the door swings open, revealing Matty’s crooked, slept-on curls and perfect, knowing smile, you can feel the anxiety in your body ease up. You run into him, almost knocking him off his feet as his arms come around to envelop you. The smell of his cologne and detergent and sleep fill your nose and seep into your brain, relaxing you like a drug. It’s instant with him. He gets into your bloodstream. 

“Mornin’ darlin’,” he mumbles into your ear. You smile into his navy hoodie, looking up into his sleepy eyes.

“Mornin’,” you coo. Matty grabs your hand and leads you up the stairs, unlocking his door and letting you in. You’re greeted by the smell of fresh coffee. Matty goes over to the coffee pot and pours you a mug as you toss your bookbag on the floor and take your shoes and socks off. You survey the place, taking inventory of the two beds, one belonging to his roommate, Ross, who has a 9 a.m. lab. He won’t be back for hours, bless him. Matty’s bed is at a different height than usual. He’s lowered it a bit, for god knows what reason. You chalk it up to a manic ADHD episode where he decided he had to rearrange his room in order to do his homework properly – you know this kind of thing isn’t uncommon for him. You love the ways in which his brain is different from yours. He sees and gets excited by things you never could and you admire him endlessly for it.

“What’s with the bed?” you ask as Matty passes you a mug of steaming coffee. You take another whiff – hazelnut, he must have gotten a new blend to mark the beginning of fall – before sipping on it, feeling it ground you back to reality. Matty quirks his eyebrows playfully, smirking as he does. 

“Well I wanted to try something actually,” he starts, cozying up to your side and resting his chin on the top of your head. “You know we were having all that trouble last week when I was trying to fuck you standing up?” 

Your head snaps around and you meet his eyes, smiling. What a boy, you think. 

“Anyways, I couldn’t stop thinking about it the other night while I was waiting for Ross to come back from the library so we could play Mortal Kombat so I crushed a Red Bull and adjusted the bed to be just a bit lower than my hips.”

You put your coffee down on his messy bookshelves filled with mythology volumes, dogeared paperback copies of Kafka, and plastic video game cases. You bring your arms up around his neck and kiss him softly on the mouth. 

“I suppose you wanna try it out then?” you ask, teasingly. Matty moans into your mouth and walks you back towards the bed until your thighs hit the mattress. You fall down onto your back and Matty’s instantly undoing the button of your jeans, pulling your pants and underwear off in one fell swoop. His head falls between your legs instantly, kissing your inner thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders, and then licking you from your hole to your clit. 

You whimper at the contact. He’s so warm and wet and good. You squirm under his tongue, instinctively looking for friction. You swear you can feel his lips curl into a smile around your clit as you begin to buck senselessly, arrhythmically into his mouth. He captures your clit in his mouth, sucking at it devotedly as his left hand comes around to pin you down to the bed by your hips.

“God, you make me feel so good,” you moan as his fingers begin to swipe listlessly at your entrance. His head leaves your body long enough for you to read the need in his eyes. His pupils are completely blown out, lips glistening with your pleasure. “I love you,” you breathe. It’s the only thing you can think when you see the picture between your thighs: your sweet boy on his knees, cozy in his hoodie, and looking up at you for reassurance that he’s eating you right, even though he’s done it a hundred times before. He bends down, kissing your lower tummy tenderly.

“I love you, too,” he smiles up at you, “Can I fuck you now, sweet girl?”

You nod, intoxicated with pleasure and grinning. Faintly, you hear his clothes shuffling as he rids himself of his sweatpants and underwear, pumping himself a couple of times to be sure he’s ready for you. You hear the condom wrapper crinkling. Then you feel him, sinking inside you slowly. You feel dizzy despite having your eyes closed. Matty folds your knees into you and begins to push in and out of you slowly, rocking you into ecstasy. With your feet to the sky, you start to feel the chilly autumn air seep into you through your extremities and into your core, distracting and uncomfortable.

“Matty, I’m cold,” you whine, grabbing at your feet to warm them up. Leave it to your university to skimp on heating during the freezing Connecticut fall. 

“Oh fuck,” he mutters, pulling out of you briefly, “Can you stand up a minute, darling?” You do, hissing as your feet hit the cold, ground, and watching him dumbly as he unmakes his bed, fluffing his comforter up and holding in his arms. He wraps it delicately around your shoulders, holding you to him in a hug that feels like complete and utter safety. “You wanna lay back down?” he whispers into your hair. You nod and Matty helps you back onto the bed. You slowly lean back until your spine hits the mattress and plant your feet back on the flat surface. He notices before even you do, “Your feet still look cold, are you okay?”

You look down at them, realizing only now that they’ve gone completely numb. You meet Matty’s eyes bashfully. “Will I still be hot enough to fuck if you lend me a pair of fuzzy socks?”

Matty blushes and nods, kissing you sweetly on the forehead. “Always,” he assures you before padding over to his chest of drawers and finding a pair of wool socks to don you with. He puts them on you himself, rubbing your toes through the thick material to bring the weight back into your body. 

“I feel like Cinderella,” you quip. 

“You are,” Matty smiles, your feet still in his hands, “My perfect princess.”

“Okay don’t get too into my feet now,” you giggle and Matty drops them immediately.

“You’re right,” he turns fake serious all of a sudden, “Don’t even know how I was paying attention to them when you’re all spread out for me right here.”

You smile sweetly as he buries himself in you again, savoring that perfect, holy meeting that makes you see stars every time.

Your mouth falls open and your brows furrow inadvertently as you feel Matty fill you up. He touches every part of you, holding on to your tits and legs and anything else he can get his hands on as he begins to fuck you in earnest. He’s losing himself, grasping at any straw of reality that could keep him grounded. Your hand comes around to encircle the wrist of his hand that's bruising your right breast. You whine with each snap of his hips into yours but still manage to get his attention and talk him through it. 

“I’m right here, Matty,” you say, “I’m yours. Making me feel so good, baby.” His eyes meet yours, black with desire. Matty’s confided in you that he has a tendency to dissociate a little during sex. It helps when you touch different parts of him, stimulate him in new ways so that he stays present, and when you speak to him so he can remember that he’s doing it for you, too. He appreciates how seriously you take it and loves you even more in the moments he can tell you’re trying to care for him. 

Matty’s hand moves from your breast down to where his body meets yours, trapping your clit between his fingers and rubbing you in tandem with his thrusts. It causes another wanton cry to escape your lips.

“Please stay just like that,” you beg, “Please, please, I’m so close baby.” He nods, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead as he drags your body impossibly closer to his own. 

“Being so fucking good for me baby,” he manages, “Such a good girl. You’re for me.”

“All for you, baby,” you repeat, “I’m so fucking lucky you make me feel so good.”

“Gonna make you cum, baby. Can I?” he asks, leaning over you even further, chasing both of your orgasms. Your head falls back into the bed as he does. Like a marionette with her strings cut, your head bobs uselessly against the navy sheets as Matty rubs you and fucks you faster.

“I’m almost there,” you warn, “Stay just like that. Please, please.” You’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore. Your brain is too far gone to be rational. You tense up as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. 

“Relax for me,” you hear Matty’s voice in your ear, “It’s gonna feel a lot better if you relax, baby.”

You do. Instantly, you feel the band of pressure in your stomach snap as your orgasm washes over you from head to toe. You can feel yourself pulsing around Matty’s dick, over and over, beginning to feel overstimulated as he continues his assault on your used cunt. You swat tiredly at his hand on your clit. He moves it to your hip, holding on to you for dear life.

“Just another second baby,” he breathes, “You can be a good girl and take it a little while longer, yeah?” You nod uncontrollably, blissed out and needy. You need him to cum, need him to feel as good as you do. 

“Please, Matty, need you to cum inside me.” Matty slows to a stop above you, panting.

Matty falls onto your chest, bent over at the hips, panting into the duvet that cocoons you. Your hand meets his curls immediately, holding tight to what you couldn’t reach moments ago. You push his hair back from where it’s fallen onto his forehead, revealing his flushed face. Your thumbs ghost over his perfect cheekbones. You stay there, present for him, as he comes down, smiling at him when he finally meets your eyes. 

“Hi,” you muse.

“Hi,” he pants, letting his head touch the comforter again and pulling out of you. Your hands fly to his shoulders, brows furrowing as you try to still him. “Shhhh, baby, just a second,” he coos, standing up and tying the condom off before chucking it god knows where. He unwraps you and pulls the covers over the both of you as he nestles back into the comically small bed. He kisses the crown of your head when you find your way into the crook of his shoulder. 

“Thank you, I love you,” you say into his chest. 

“You too, baby,” he whispers, “Always look out for me you’re so good to me baby.” 

You lean up to kiss him, warm and sweet and soft. 

“This bed is really small,” you laugh into his mouth.

“That’s why I had to fold you up to fit,” he quips in return. 

“Will you take me to get a coffee, then? I think the one you made has gone cold.”

“Sure, baby,” he says, rubbing your bicep when you spring off the bed to get dressed. Matty gets up too, scrounging for his long discarded clothes. 

He chucks his blue Nike hoodie at you. “I know you were planning to steal that anyway.” You smile, shucking it on over your sweater. As you bend over to put your shoes on, Matty comes up behind you steadying you as you wobble with only one shoe on. You use his shoulders to steady yourself. He leans in, kissing you slowly and unhurriedly like he could do it all day.

“You ready to brave the cold?” he teases. 

“If I’m with you,” you pout. He giggles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and looping his arm around your neck.

“Come on then, baby,” he beams, “I’ll keep you warm.”

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[museqmeg]

Reporter’s Notes - Chapter Thirteen: Promenade

A vashmeryl fic

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Vash entered the geodome, breathing in the fresh air created by the flora. It was much richer than the desert of No Man’s Land and always awakened his body, even after all these years. It was Nai’s favorite room on Ship Five and they spent most of their short time with Rem there. He loved it too, but he also loved the cryochamber. Not the room itself, it was cold and too quiet. He loved the possibilities that came with each individual person slumbering. He remembered how he wished they could all wake up when it was just him, Nai, and Rem. It was lonely with their little trio. The stories Rem had told them about Earth and its people excited Vash more than the wonders of the geodome. But this… this little picnic lunch with the flora and the people all together made Vash’s chest warm and full. It was what he wanted on Ship Five all those years ago.

His eyes fell on the one person in particular who made him feel this the most. Meryl was talking to Brad, a bright and curious look on her face as he seemed to be explaining more of their research to her. Her eyes were wide, cheeks rosy. It was the most hopeful and curious he had seen her and he couldn’t stop but think how pretty she looked. She must have felt his eyes on her because her gaze shifted from Brad and looked back at him. Meryl beamed, giving him a little excited wave to come over.

He smiled back and took a step forward, but Roberto stepped into his path.

“We need to talk,” his face wasn’t unfriendly, but it looked like there was something eating away at him.

Vash smiled warmly at him, trying to lessen the older reporter’s unease, “Sure! Why don’t we go for a little walk before lunch starts?”

Roberto just grunted and walked ahead. Vash easily went in tandem with his pace, long legs catching up. They walked a bit until they were a little out of sight from the main group.

“What’s up?” Vash asked, voice light and friendly.

Roberto’s hands were in his pockets, clearly itching for a cigarette he couldn’t have on this goddamn ship. He sighed before speaking, “I know it’s not entirely my business, but to an extent, as Meryl’s mentor and superior, it is…”

Vash had an idea where this was going…

“I’ve been watching you two over these months… and while it started out with you two just being the same and overly caring for anyone who crosses your paths… but now…” He stopped, sighed, and looked up at the dome’s top, “Now that caring seems to have developed into something a little more.” He turned, looking at him directly.

Vash gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head, “I don’t know about that…” He did know, it was just that he and Meryl hadn’t actually sat down and talked about it. Specified it. Everything up until now had mostly been moments of action and raw feeling, not defining words. He didn’t think it was fair to her to share his feelings with Roberto before speaking with her.

“Kid… she either has or is falling in love with you,” he deadpanned.

Vash’s face and arm fell at the directness. He mirrored Roberto’s serious face asking, “What makes you think that?”

“Damn, I really could go for a cigarette right now…,” he sighed again, “Like I said, it was mostly just little moments between you two. Honestly, I thought they were harmless. Especially with how young and naive Meryl is and you being well, you. It didn’t surprise me to see her developing a little crush during her first adventure outside of a classroom.”

Vash looked down. He had forgotten how young she was. He had been too wrapped up in her. She was more mature than most her age and extremely smart. But he had forgotten. His stomach dropped, feeling guilty for allowing it to get as far as it did. He had been incredibly selfish.

Roberto continued, “When you were unconscious, after the plant and steamer… I saw her. Saw her fall apart from the inside as you fell to the ground. I was scared shitless of what I saw between you and the plant, but Meryl… she ran to you. She should have been scared too, yet she was the only one of us that had the sense to hide you glowing like a worm from everyone. She was the only one with any sense in that terrifying moment to think of protecting you.”

Vash still kept his head down, his guilt not allowing him to meet Roberto’s eyes.

“But kid, that made my normally chatty newbie silent. That’s when I knew.” Roberto started walking again. “I’m not sure if she even fully realizes yet. Unfortunately for this seasoned investigative journalist, the writing was too clear on the wall for me not to notice.”

Vash walked with him, allowing Roberto to say everything he needed to. He liked and respected Roberto very much. He knew everything he was saying was true and was probably best for Meryl.

“I’m planning to head back to our headquarters tomorrow. We have more than enough information now to have a stab at not only writing an article my boss will be happy about, but maybe also clearing your name.”

Vash nodded and hummed, finally raising his head to look at him.

“I’m not going to tell Meryl what she should do. She’s an adult, if not naive, woman. She is capable of making her own choices. But..” He turned his head to Vash while continuing their somber promenade, “I’m going to ask that you lay it all on the table for her. I don’t know how you feel in regards to all of this, it’s not my business. But I have a small suspicion you’re not too far off from where she’s at. She’s going to need all of the information to make a decision she won’t regret.”

Vash nodded, saying, “I’ll talk to her later today, but I’d like for her to enjoy the geodome without ruining it for her. I don’t know if she’ll ever get to see a place like this again.”

Roberto shrugged, but Vash continued, “I will make sure she knows I’m not the right choice. We both know how dangerous my life is and where I am planning to go, what I’ll be facing. She doesn’t need to be swept up in my Typhoon…”

Roberto stopped, looking at Vash for using his own phrase for him.

Vash tilted and bowed his head, “Thank you… for all you’ve done for me, but especially what you’ve done for Meryl. She’s lucky to have you as a mentor and as someone to look out for her. Not many would do that. Whatever life she’ll have with people like you and her job is far better than anything with me.”

Roberto didn’t quite agree with that, knowing how kind and caring Vash was, but it seemed they were both in agreement. Running with the Stampede was all too much for Meryl. He just nodded at Vash and walked away, heading towards the group.

Vash watched him go, needing a brief moment alone before joining them. He sighed, feeling foolish and angry at himself. Why did he do that? He really should have known better, he was a century and half old!

He saw Meryl look up at him again waving, a little concern on her face when she saw his deflated body language. He quickly changed it, donning his disarming posture and charm he normally used for strangers to keep anyone from looking too closely. As he walked to their picnic, he threw on an empty smile that was completely at odds with the tiny fractures and hollowness in his chest.

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Author’s Note:

Whew! Lots of angst on that one. Sorry. Unfortunately, there is only one fluffy chapter left for Reporter’s Notes and it’s the next one. So enjoy that little morsel when it comes, because it’s off to sadness (July) city after that. :(

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[lighthousegod]

Something abt being on the aro-spectrum that I havent seen a lot is talk about feelings of jealousy.

I am a jealous person, and I'm only figuring that out as an adult. I was jealous as a kid, too, but I never thought of it in a way besides platonic. Eventually I stopped having best friends so I stopped being as jealous and bitter when my friends hung out with other people more than me.

Even though I knew I had a tendency to get jealous of others when I had a "best friendship," I never considered myself fo be jealous in a romantic context. Any time anyone would get angry when their partners talked to someone, especially straight couples who's members talked to the opposite gender, I would get confused. Like, you're officially in a relationship, right? Why would your partner agree to that if they wanted to be with some other person?

But as I got older, I understood more. I had one "crush" in my highschool years, and when he flirted with or dated other people I HATED MY LIFE it felt so gross. I always felt like I needed to change, or that I wasnt as desirable, and I needed to try harder. He did end up liking me back, but nothing ever came of it. The euphoria of him liking me back lasted maybe a night, and then it was gone. And it left a pit in my stomach. The worst feeling in the world, feeling disgust toward a thing that had made me feel alive for the first time in my life.

But, nonetheless, in all that drama I discovered that I WOULD probably get jealous if I had a partner, just because of how much I overthink. And i think that's where i sort of differ from a lot of arospec people? See, i dont want a romantic relationship necessarily. I dont need to do all the sappy shit like buying flowers and calling each other babe, or even going on dates really. But I do want something adjacent to that. I dont hate the idea of touching, even though I sort of have a phobia to that, but I DO hate it if I think about it romantically. I love the idea of holding hands in this sort of nostalgic way, like how I used to with my parents when I was a kid. I dont mind the idea of someone playing with my hair the way people used to when it was long, like they admired it so much they had to run their fingers through it. Hugging doesnt sound so bad when it's done in that protective, grounded way. Like hugging someone after a long day, or early in the morning. Just standing there like that. Even kissing sounds okay sometimes, if I dont think about it too hard. I'm sure it feels good. I'm sure being that close, that intimate with someone, would make me feel good. A combination of being comfortable and still feeling that rush of emotion. That sounds like a dream. That sounds fake. It makes me sad to think I may never experience that.

But then, I can think about the same things in a romantic way and I immediately want to turn and run. Holding hands in the way couples hold hands is so weird. I've never held a boys hand before. When I hold my friends hands, it feels awkward. I can hold my father's hand, I guess, but his hands are so calloused that they barely feel like hands. When I hold my father's hand now, I feel almost nothing at all. Thinking of someone playing with my hair like, say, a husband would do for his wife, or vice versa, or wife for wife or husband for husband or partner for partner, any combination-- it feels wrong. It's too sweet. Like, sickly sweet. The way they smile up at each other. It just feels so empty. Like whatever they're feeling just doesnt exist for me. Theres a void there, I think, where that feeling is supposed to be in my head. Hugs and kisses dont feel right from the couples in the movies. I much prefer the ones between close friends that I WANT to be the main couple, i guess. Like, take stranger things for an example. I love steve and eddie, and if they hugged, even platonically, I think I'd lose my shit. I wouldnt care much for a romantic hug between steve and nancy, but I dont really feel much for the platonic ones between steve and robin either. So, for some reason I like this weird in between? But that's not the point. Back to the matter at hand.

All that stuff I mentioned before, about how I can like all this stuff in a weird, alterous way as opposed to platonic or romantic or familial, one thing stays constant: I dont want whoever's doing it to do the same with other people. I DO want to be Their Person, and I want them to be Mine. Not in a possessive way, that's weird, but yknow. I want to want to be around them. I want them to want to be around me, too. And I want to like each other the most.

Lots of aromantic people talk about how they dont understand why friendships arent held to the same standard as romantic relationships, and trust me, I have been there, but I definitely am not exempt from that sort of "ranking." I have people that claim we are best friends, or really close, but I just dont bond with them the same way they do to me. It doesnt click. I like them platonically, I like to be around them, but I'm not attracted to them. Not like I was to my "crush" in high school, or like I am to all the pretty boy characters i think about in my head, or even my best friends from elementary school. Nothing my friends and I do is special to us. We arent exclusive to each other. And to some people, that doesnt matter one bit, but not me. I guess I'm selfish, but man, I wanna be someone's favorite. I want someone to like me the most. Even though I dont know how to kiss and might not even want to, and my personalities not that big, and sometimes I dont have much to say at all, and sometimes more than anything I just need someone to make me feel like I'm not floating through life without making a connection at all.

But that's such a big job. I worry I'm not worth the work. I'm not sure I would be able to work that much for someone else, so it wouldn't be fair. It would be so imbalanced, like I was taking advantage of them or something. I can't do that.

Nonetheless, the best analogy I can think of is beds. Not having sex in beds, just literally sleeping in them. Some aro people want their own bed in their own house. Some want to share a house AND a bed, with one person or with a whole group. But me? I'd like to live with friends AND my person. The best friend, or the partner, or whatever they are to me. And I want my own bed, but if I ever have any troubles sleeping, or they do, I want each others rooms to be the first we go to. I want to love someone so much that I choose them to ground me every time. How amazing would that be? To not have each other, but still be connected. To have some in between, "other" sort of love that does is not just built on trust, but IS trust. Trust that you are wanted, you are welcome, and you are special. Being something more than friends, more than lovers. Helping each other be whole on their own. Knowing they love you not because you're friends, not because you're partners, not because you're family, not because of anything. They just do.

I do want love. I really, really do. I want love the way I love the ocean, and the way I love music. I want to be loved that way. The attraction to the beach that humans have had for centuries. The tendency to make tunes out of nothing, to hum just to hear the sounds. Even if the ocean is dangerous. Even if the song is off-key. I want love that is instinctual, that is unexplainable. I want love that has no reason. No words to explain it. I want the love that existed before we had the word for it. Before there were friends and lovers, there were just companions. Two people who chose each other. And they may have not been able to speak the word love, but I'm sure it was stronger than what we have now. I'm sure, if you sit still, you can still hear it.

#aromantic Achillean #oriented aroace #bi oriented aroace #aromantic #asexual #alterous attraction

[sugarcherriess]

Addicted To Please You — Park Sunghoon

Part 2 - Addicted To Love You

[Obsessed!Sunghoon x Older Afab!Reader]

Warnings: Smut, Sunghoon is obsessed with you, talking about other people masturbating to reader, overstimulation, reader is a model friend of the guys, all of my works are make believe so dont pay too much attention to them being unfactual or unrealistic- just imagine it.

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In all the time you’ve known the boys, you never had thought that you’d be stuck in their dorm playing rock paper scissors to figure out whose room you’d be sleeping in tonight.

how did it even come to this? they had invited you to a movie night to celebrate yours, their dear friend’s birthday. You had worked with them on a magazine shoot right as they debuted, and had quickly gained their adoration. well, one of them more than the rest.

to say Sunghoon was infatuated with you would be an understatement. the boy was thoroughly invested in you, who you are, what you like, who you like. the boys often made fun of his little attraction towards you—

“you’ve got a lot of nerve calling it a little attraction when you’re constantly five seconds away from sniffing her hair,” Jake had teased one night.

but you also had some clue regarding what goes on in that pretty head of his. every time you came around he kept his eye on your every move, keeping his ears open for you at all times. hell, sometimes he knew what you wanted or what you were going to say before you even said it. like that time he put a cushion behind your back before you even had a chance to contort your face in discomfort.

why was that chair so damn uncomfortable?

a very enthusiastic “yes!” brought you back to planet earth, informing you that Sunghoon had in fact won the game they had been playing before you got distracted.

Right. It's late and storming outside so i have to stay with him tonight.

he grabs your hand and pulls you in the direction of his room. Jay’s gentle warning rings through the living room as you make your leave;

“when you enter his room and see yourself staring back, don’t freak out”

the boys had always teased Sunghoon in front of you for being too attached to collecting photos of you. but you never paid it any mind. you had many fans, why would your best friend being one be weird?

alas, when Sunghoon opens his door and drags you in, you’re left feeling like a human question mark.

the rooms walls seem to be covered inch by inch with your posters—

“is that a poster of my Valentine’s lingerie shoot?” you question him dumbly.

“yup!” he unashamedly confirms. now that you think about it, he seems pretty eager to let you in on his crush on you.

“little crush” my ass

“Hoon, that campaign didn’t release any posters”

“i know, i loved this photo so much that i got the poster made myself,” he smiles. “do you like them?”

you take a closer look of the poster to see if you do in fact like it or not. your own face looks back at you, dressed in what you consider the most revealing lingerie set you have ever worn in your life. it was a lace two piece, cupping your body in a mouth watering way. you were sitting on a table in the photo, weight on your elbows, staring seductively into the camera. your legs were open suggestively. it was a Valentine’s shoot after all.

no wonder Sunghoon had felt the need to print it out and attach it to his wall.

taking your silence as discomfort, he hesitantly asks if you find it weird— having yourself on his bedroom walls.

“not really,” you truthfully speak up. “i’m a model, of course people who like me are gonna have my posters up. don’t worry about it hoon.” you smile at him as a way to ease his worries.

they’re not eased in the slightest.

“d’you think other boys have photos of you they like?”

not seeing his darkened expression, you answer him innocently, “yes of course. they probably have even more photos of me,”

suddenly, instead of your own face, you come face to face with Sunghoon’s broad chest as he moves between you and the wall you’re facing.

“yeah? you’d think they’d have more?”

“yeah maybe.”

he steps towards you and you take equal steps back, kind of intimidated by his sharp eyes. the tension in the room rises as he traps you between himself and the foot of his bed.

“do you like it?” he asks, pushing you to sit on the bed.

“like what?” when did your throat get so dry? why does he look so hot?

“do you like the thought of other men having your photos on their walls?”

“Sunghoon-“

“do you like the idea of them touching themselves to you baby?”

he tentatively slides onto his knees in front of you, between your legs. his soft hands find their home on top of your knees.

“i- god Hoon i don’t know. i’ve never thought of it,” you answer honestly.

he slides his hands under your thighs and grips them tightly.

“tsk tsk, you’ve never thought of anyone cuming to you? never thought of them wishing it was them cuming inside your tight cunt instead of their hands?”

he tries to open your legs but you stiffen them up, not sure if you should give in that easily.

what turn has this night taken?

“do you think the same?” you ask, trying to shift the control. your sudden question startles him.

“what?”

“do you think of me when you play with yourself, Hoon?”

“i-“ he takes a moment to gather his thoughts, weighing his chances. “yeah. i do”

“do you think of cuming inside me?”

eyes rolling to the back of his head, he lets out a desperate “yes” before begging you to let him shove his face in your cunt.

“please open your legs,” he whines as he grips your thighs again and pries them apart. “let me have a taste. please, i’ll make you feel so good. let me please you?”

at the first sign of your agreement, he quickly pushes up your dress and dives straight in to kiss and lick at your clothed heat. you joke that he’s going to break his nose like this and he responds by licking up your panties, pushing them between your wet slit with the movement.

his deft fingers hook into the sides of your underwear and pull it off quickly, pocketing the garment. you pay no mind to his antics, too busy lost in his clever tongue pushing at your throbbing clit and his curious finger inserting itself inside your gushing hole. before it even goes in completely, he pushes in a second one.

“fuck hoon, it feels so—fuck. feels so good,”

he responds by sucking harder on your clit, letting you know he’s enjoying this even more than you. he had been dreaming of this moment for so long. he still can't believe that you’re actually here, sitting on his bed, letting him devour you.

he removes his fingers from your entrance, replacing them with his mouth. his dripping fingers make their way up to your clit as his mouth makes its descent to your puffy lips. he pushes his heavy fingers on your clit as he adorns your lips with light pecks and kitten licks before using his free hand to pull them apart and licking your hole. his mouth sucks you hard in its endeavour to suck out whatever your cunt allows him.

the sloppy sounds make your head spin. one of your hands moves to grip the hair on the back of his head and you push his face into yourself even more. Sunghoon takes his time exploring your cunt from the inside and outside. licking, sucking and touching wherever he can.

he moves away to breathe, pushing his fingers inside you in the meanwhile so as to not let your orgasm slip away. he busies himself biting your thighs and leaving his mark on them. his fangs leave indents on your flesh as he sucks the skin in, breaking off the blood circulation and leaving pretty hickies that you’ll find there for the next few weeks. he keeps biting so hard you’d think he’s putting teeth-to-skin with the intent of drawing blood. you wouldn’t be surprised if he did puncture the flesh and sucked some blood out, hell bent on getting to taste all of you.

once you feel that he’s had enough air to fill in his lungs, you push his face back in between your thighs. you’re so close to an earth shattering orgasm, if he moves an inch away you’ll actually start growling. to ensure his mouth working you to your orgasm, you squeeze his head between your thighs, at which he groans out loud. his noise blesses vibrations to your cunt and he licks your clit harder and faster to bring you closer to your release.

he suctions his lips around your clit and lightly moans, hoping it would please you.

“suck harder, hoon,” you whine out, pushing yourself onto his face even more.

he obliges like his life depends on it, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking as hard as he could. his imploring eyes looking up at you as his fingers curve deliciously against your walls is what makes you fall face first into an eye-crossing orgasm.

you cum with a shout of his name and drop back on his bed. out of breath and out of strength. he keeps licking up your wetness to not let it go to waste. once you whine out due to the overstimulation, he unwillingly pulls away. not before leaving one more kiss on your cunt.

he rests his head on the inside of your thigh to catch his breath, not ceasing his kissing and biting on the soft and squishy muscle.

the comforting silence is broken by his condescending, “i hope you know we aren’t done for the night,” and you question whether you should be thankful or scared of his complete obsession to please you.

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A/N: Sunghoon deserves good pussy. you can quote me on that

#enhypen smut #sunghoon smut #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon hard hours #enhypen fanfic #sunghoon fanfic #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon scenarios #enhypen imagines #sunghoon imagines

[when-worlds-end-archive]

You Grew Up Gorgeous Pt. 1

A/N - More Spider-Man content on my feed sooooo... here we go again! The difference, this time, is that I decided to try my hand at a fic where the pairing isn’t already dating, so let’s see how that goes (this will have multiple parts, I’ll write them occasionally, no schedule yet)! Hope you enjoy! :)

Day 4 of Writer’s Block Challenge

Pairing(s) : Peter Parker TASM x Osborn!Female Reader

Summary : Your brother’s best friend, who you’d have a massive crush on, finally visits after a couple of months of being too busy to do so.

Warning(s) : “Oh my god” is used once and some swearing.

Word Count : 1,274

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You’re sitting at your dining table when Harry finally gets home, calculator in hand and homework splayed out in front of you. You’d been trying to understand these formulas for the past two hours but you just couldn’t get it no matter how hard you tried. You’d been staring at the paper for so long and so hard that you were going cross-eyed.

You let out a loud groan, forcefully shoving the papers away from you as you finally give up. This doesn’t work out well for you however as some of the papers slides over and off the other side of the table.

“Wow,” Harry blows out, “everything okay?” To which you respond with a glare, shooting daggers at him.

“Does everything look okay?” You ask, gesturing to the mess in front of you.

“Not really,” he responds, “but I have something to make it all better.”

With that, you notice the brown takeout boxes tied up with red ribbon in his hands. It was food from your favorite restaurant, food you had refused to get for yourself until after finals were over.

“Oh my god,” you squeal, “you’re the fucking best.”

“I know,” he responds smugly, setting the containers down on the counter to look for scissors. It takes him less than a minute to rummage through the counters, grab the scissors, cut off the ribbons, and pass you your meal, a process he’d mastered over the years.

“Fancy ass ribbons,” you joked, a reference to the first time you’d ordered takeout from the high end Chinese restaurant, when Harry couldn’t get the containers open with his hands.

“Fancy ass ribbons,” he repeated, chuckling softly as he continued to cut the ribbons off the rest of the containers, setting them down on the counter one after the other.

“Why’d you buy so much?” You asked as you shoved another dumpling into your mouth, making sure to enunciate each of your words.

“You’re going to choke if you keep talking with your mouth full,” he chided, “and Peter’s coming over.”

That last bit send a shiver down your spine. You’d never admitted it to anyone, but you secretly had a massive crush on his best friend and one of Midtown’s smartest students, Peter Parker. 

You couldn’t stop yourself. How could you? He was a tall fluffy haired skater boy photographer. He was everything you liked combined into a single person, and to top it all off, he wasn’t an asshole.

It had been a few months since he’d last been over, his job at your family’s business had kept him far too busy to visit. You’d really missed his presence around the house, when he was joking and laughing or working on projects with Harry. But you were happy for him, he’d gotten a job that he seemed to really enjoy.

You’d been busy these past few months too, ditching you old “friend” group that was only using you for your money and finding a new one with people who pushed you to be the best person you could be.

With their encouragement, you’d finally started working out and using makeup, things you’d been wanting to do for a really long time. You weren’t trying to look good per se, but you looked smoking hot in all your clothes now and your confidence was way up.

“Cool,” you hum, still somewhat lost in your thoughts, “need me to hide while he’s here?” To which he shook his head in response.

“We’ll be hanging out in my room, there’s no need.” You nodded, shoving another dumpling into your mouth as Harry sat down across from you, taking a quick look at the papers strewn out between you. Something about it made him laugh.

“Quantum Physics ey?” He asked, causing you to roll your eyes and nod once again.

“Been trying to understand it for the last two hours and I still don’t get a single thing about it,” you mutter saltily, glaring at the papers in question.

“You’re don’t often get science,” he chuckled.

“Oh fuck off, Harry,” you bite back, “you’re don’t often get girls.”

“Ouch,” he places a hand over his heart, “you wound me, Y/N. You wound me greatly.”

“Cry me a river and get over it,” you finish as you lean back in your chair, satisfied with your victory. Any victory you had over Harry was few and far between so you had to cherish it.

The sound of the doorbell interrupts your conversation.

“That must be Peter,” Harry deduces, standing up, “I’ll be right back.”

The second he leaves the room, you set down your food and begin frantically straightening your clothes and fiddling with your hair. It was silly, to get this worked up over a crush, but love makes one silly and you wanted to look your best.

You has just finished your touch ups when they entered the room, Peter’s hazel eyes darting to you as they walk towards the food.

“Hey,” you smile, you voice substantially softer now that you weren't speaking while actively shoveling food into your face. It was a habit you didn’t need him to know about.

Your sudden loss of appetite causes Harry to shoot a questioning look in your direction but you choose to ignore it, deciding to instead keep your attention on Peter.

“Hey,” he smiles back, “long time no see.”

“Yeah, it’s been a couple months. How’s your job at Oscorp Industries going?” You ask, slowly taking another bite of your food after you finished talking.

“Not bad,” he responded, “been working on a new project.”

“Really? What’s the project?”

“Something to do with science,” Harry answers for him, laughing loudly as you make a sour expression. 

Peter’s eyes dart between you two, the cogs of his brain turning fast as he tries to understand why you were making that face. It was almost funny, him trying to make sense of something based on a conversation he hadn't been part of.

“She’s been struggling with quantum physics and string theory,” Harry explained, Peter nodding in realization.

“Need any help?” He asks, to which you nodded vigorously, setting your box of takeout down so you could lean over the table and plead your case.

“Please,” you responded, jumping on the opportunity to pass your class and spend time with him, “finals are next week, it’s 20% of my grade.”

“Let me write down my number down for you,” he says, causing you quickly pass him a pencil. This was the number you’d been wanting for the past 10 years, you were getting it no matter what.

You watch as he deftly takes it and scribbles his number down on one of your many study sheets, passing the paper to you. xxx-xxx-xxxx.

“Text me any time,” he tells you, bringing a wide smile to your face as you realize that you might actually have a shot at passing this stupid exam. And a reason to talk to him without Harry catching on to your crush.

“Are you ready?” Harry asks him, gesturing towards his room.

“Yeah, just have to prep my food,” Peter tells him, “It’ll only take a sec.”

“Set everything up for us while I do that?” To which Harry nods, walking off to go turn on his PS4, his already prepped food nettles snuggly in his arms.

“Thank you,” you say to Peter as he finished up, wanting him to know how appreciative you are of his help.

“No problem,” he responds kindly, beginning to make his way to Harry’s room.

“And Y/N,” he says before he makes it to the door.

“Yeah?”

“You grew up gorgeous.”

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[bunny-rambles]

Sooo according to Itto voice lines. He is a bit insecure about how he comes across to others and also cuz of him being an Oni which is why he comes on so confident and attention seeking, so could we get a scenario where he finds out his s/o had a crush on him from day one. They interacted with him and it was love at first sight? (Technically true cuz the fandom was thirsty for him day one xD).

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Notes; Hi hello ! Yeah, this is a very cute idea, and it hurt my heart when I read a few spoilers about his ‘story’, I won’t spoil it, but this poor guy. I adore this big lovebug, he deserves the world. Literal sunshine. Baby. With that being said, I hope you enjoy it!

THIS WAS BEFORE ITTO’S STORY CHAPTER!

CW/TW: - Slightly angsty?

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“Us vs the world.”

TAURUS IRACUNDUS;

Silence. It was a rare thing between the two of you. But such moments were precious. Hands intertwined, eyes focused on the night sky above, a brief fragment of peace. When the quiet was finally broken, it was a hushed voice, asking a simple question.

“So… Where’s my constellation?”

“Hm…” You hummed, shifting closer to your larger partner, following his line of sight.

“Ah! There, that one.” Your free hand raised, a finger tracing the pattern of stars. “You see the horns? And the neck?” You tilted your head to face him, a soft smile on your face while you watched him focus on where you had pointed.

“Uh… Kinda. Why is it a bull though? Why not an Oni? … Are there even any Oni constellations?” He questioned, a confused frown on his face before he sighed and shook his head. His gaze shifted away from the sky, his hold on your hand tightening. “Or… Do we just not get constellations? Do we… Deserve them?”

That made your head perk up. You stared at him for a moment before sitting up properly with a soft groan from staying in that position for so long.

“Hey… Look at me.” You heard a heavy sigh before he sat up as well, looking at you with an uncharacteristic frown on his face. You could see the frustration, the insecurity, the… Hidden sadness. You took a deep breath before continuing. “What makes you say that?” Your voice was soft as you inched closer to him. He shook his head, avoiding your gaze.

“I don’t- I don’t know, just… Humans have something against Oni. It makes sense for no Oni constellations, right? Even though we don’t do anything, it’s like the whole world is against us for just…” He trailed off, a heavy sigh left his lips before hanging his head. “Existing.”

Truthfully, you didn’t know what to do.

To see Itto, the ‘Oni King’, be so down on himself because he wasn’t human… It felt wrong. You didn’t understand much about the discrimination against Oni, Itto never really talked about it. And now you could see why. It really did affect him, even if he acted like it didn’t. For the first time, you were seeing past that false bravado he put on, past the overbearing confidence. You didn’t like what you saw. You didn’t like seeing him so… Small. You swallowed before moving in closer, your hands tentatively placing themselves under his jaw, tilting his head up. “I… I don’t have a problem with you. And I’m a human. So that’s not the whole world, is it?” You offered a small smile, hand moving up to move your thumb against his cheek, careful not to smudge the red lines painted on his face. “In fact… I’ve never had a problem with you being an Oni. Not now. Not ever.” Your smile only widened, as you leant forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, cradling his face. “I have loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you… Horns ‘n all…”

You had no idea what your words did to him. Oh, how you made him feel so loved, so appreciated. So warm. And safe. You were tiny compared to him, you probably couldn’t fight him off in a sparring match. But he couldn’t help but feel protected from the world, right here, with you. He didn’t need anyone else. His gang meant the world to him, but if he had to choose between them and you… You would be his first choice, every time. And to know that you didn’t care about his horns, or his height, and just cared for him… He swore he had never felt his heart beating so fast.

“So… Just you and me against the world, then?”

“You and me. Always.”

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Extra notes: I loved writing this one. He deserves the world. I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise >:(

#genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x yn #itto x reader #itto x you #arataki x reader #genshin arataki #arataki itto #genshin impact x reader

[arcade-writing]

Dear lord help me, I wanna eat Silco out 😩

Idc if he's trans or not, I'm going to make him cum with my tongue until he cries. His thighs crushing my head? My god, I'd gladly suffocate between them. His hands in my hair? I'm gone, deceased, my soul has ascended 😌

Thanks for your patience, I know I've gone off focus but I've been looking at y'all's requests and they are going to be done. I'm just plotting everything out!

Wanted to take a break from arcane requests to write other stuff to avoid burn out - hope you all understand. Doesn't mean I don't love your asks or it's a burden, just wanted to do other fandoms too!

I still very much love arcane and writing for it. It's just needing a refresher from time to time, ya know?

Too good

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: silco X reader

Warning: overstimulation, blowjobs, some ass eating, hand jobs, crying kink, slight suffocation, fingering

"Bos- uh Silco - you wanted me?"

You peered into the office, spotting him on the sofa with his legs crossed. You walked in, knowing he's not in the mood for cautious workers. Sitting opposite of him as you finally took him in. He was currently pantless, using his leg and hands to cover himself. You could feel your cheeks grow hot as you tried not to stare at the peek of dick before you.

"I've been stressed."

"I've heard, glad to see you're open to communicating that."

Oh god could this get anymore awkward. You tried to stay professional despite the system. Unsure what to do. Was he drunk? Did someone drug him? You're going to be the first one blamed if people hear about this.

You were hoping this would be a normal interaction. Whenever he's stressed he would want music on or to drink. Or have unhealthy amount of cigars. Or even just ask you to bring jinx out of her room for them to spend time together until he felt better.

But no. And you really wanted to say you hated this but you didn't. Mind racing at the different things you wanted to do to him.

"I want you to deal with it."

"How would I do-"

He cut you off, uncrossing his leg as he sat back. Hands on his thighs as he patted one. You could see it in full view. Smiling to yourself without shame as you moved towards him.

"On your knees." He bit out. You happily complied, eyes fixated on his dick.

He pressed it to your lips and you sucked around the head. Slowly descending further down as you licked and sucked. Placing kisses on untouched parts before going back to putting it in your mouth. Silco grunted as he watched. Gripping his thighs as he looked down at you with an impairment glare.

Not wanting to make him more annoyed you held the base. Swallowing as much as you could as you flicked your tongue around the shaft. Your nose just touching the small neat tuff of pubic hair as you Moaned. The vibrations made him let out a groan as one hand went to your head. Tugging you closer as you finally put all of him in your mouth.

You cupped his ass as you moved your head. Bobbing it as you moaned around him. Making sure to swirl your tongue and suck along the way. Looking up to see his eye unfocused, lips parted as if he wanted to speak but instead gritted his teeth.

It wasn't long before his climax washed over him. You sucked on the head of dick to get every last drop before moving back down. Continuing your mission to de-stress him. You weren't going to stop unless he told you to or you felt every muscle in his body go slack. He made not attempt to move you, just using his other hand to grab the other half of your head.

Thrusting into your mouth as his head rolled back. "That's it- keep going."

You let out a laugh through your nose as you grabbed the base. Focusing on his more sensitive areas. Licking a long strip down the bottom of his shaft, following the vein that ran up it. He let out a loud groan as you focused on sucking the tip. Flicking your tongue along the slit as your hand began to move. Pumping him as he clumsily jerked his hips.

You weren't sure how long you two were like this. You kept switching between fully sucking him off, to using your hand to just cockworming when he needed a breather.

Your mouth was growing tired as you removed yourself from his weeping cock. Pulling his ass towards you as you stared down at it with a small smirk. He pulled you closer and you took it as your sign to go ahead.

Your tongue went flat on his hole before your swirled around it. Using your hands to spread out his ass as you placed your mouth over his hole. He sighed as you wiggled your tongue in. Fucking him with your mouth as your hand reached up for his cock. Resuming jerking him off much to his surprise.

The double stimulation made his back arch as a moan was ripped from his throat. Jerking into your hand to get more needed friction. Your tongue dragged out of him as your fingers prodded in. Licking around it as you eased him open. Curling a finger inside as you moved up. Leaving open mouth kisses on his dick.

"Suck it." He pleaded. And so you did as he asked.

A cry ripped out of him as his legs twitched. Wrapping around your head as you moved his hips for him. Pounding his dick at the back of your throat as you moaned and hummed. Keeping your eyes on him as his grip on your head grew tighter. It was painful but watching him come undone like this was too beautiful to miss.

Your finger moved faster as you added another one. Massaging that sweet spot in his ass as you went knuckles deep.

You struggled to move your head as much as before. His legs pressing you down everytime you tried to move back. Desperately trying to keep your mouth on him as he trembled.

How many orgasms have you ripped out of him? You didn't bother counter.

"One more- I can do one more-!" It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than you. "Keep going, pet."

You were here to please. Tongue flat against the bottom as you sucked harshly. Squeezing the base with your hand as you moved faster. Holding back your gags and flinches everytime his cock hit the back of your throat. Practically slipping into it as you greedily took more. You pried your fingers from his ass as you steadied his hips. Squeezing them as they bucked.

Tears were running down his cheeks. You doubted he was even aware of that. Just lost in the pleasure you were giving him as he let out more moans. He was shaking head to toe. Unable to keep still as he tried to keep up in your movements.

Breathing was becoming harder as your nose pressed against his body and his legs squeezed around your head. But you didn't care. You just wanted to keep going. He wanted to cum one more time? You were going to make it happen.

His breath hitched as his hips sputtered. This climax was alot weaker than the first. Cum squirting down your throat that you happily swallowed. He let out a cry as overstimulation completely took over. Flinching at every moment.

His legs fell from your head as his body gave out. Soft breathes coming from him as he grinned. You pulled yourself off, gasping in a large breath. Panting as you slowly sat up. For a moment you considered checking his pulse. But he just weakly grabbed for you.

You wiped away his tears as you hugged him close to your chest.

"Feel better now?" Your voice was hoarse but you pushed through it. Speaking in a small voice.

He nodded his head. Eye fluttering as he tried to stay awake.

"It's okay, I'll take over what needs to be done - I won't touch anything too important."

He hummed as he smiled. Approving of your words as he finally let himself rest. Legs still twitching. You rubbed his back, looking towards his desk to see the large pile of paperwork.

The things you do for this man. You looked back down at him with a smile as you let yourself have a few more minutes to peace.

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[make-me-imagine]

My Heart

Scenario Prompts: Erik Lehnsherr writes you a love letter and proposes to you because it's your anniversary.

Requested by: @resplendentlady and an anon (two requests combined)

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x GN!Reader

Warnings: A kiss towards the end but that's it!

Word Count: 1.1k

A/Ns': This is in an au sort of situation in which Erik lives/works at the school. Also, this fic got deleted the first time I was working on it, so this is the second draft, and unfortunately it's not as good as the first. Thanks tumblr.

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You smiled as you walked down the halls of the school. Students ran past with arms full of red, white and pink decorations. Some kids were taping up pamphlets announcing the Valentines dance in a few days time.

Groups of kids huddled together, giggling and whispering about their crushes, all hoping they would ask them to a dance. You grinned as a boy slipped a letter into another boy's bag before running off.

The school was full of childish excitement. As you headed down a long hall, you felt your own childish excitement rise in your chest as you spotted Erik at the end of the hall talking to Ororo.

As his eyes glanced over you, they lit up as he met your eyes. He smiled and winked at you. You smiled as you rounded the corner.

It was your anniversary today, and Erik had teased you all morning with a promise of a surprise this evening. You were banned from returning to your shared room after 4pm, and were to meet him there at 7pm.

You imagined a lit up room with a dinner for two, romantic and classic. It wasn't extravagant, but it would be perfect to you. As long as it was just the two of you.

The day seemed to creep by slower than you hoped. Every time you looked at the clock it seemed to freeze in place. But eventually, classes ended, and the sky grew darker.

You changed into the clothes you stashed in Ororos room before hand, hoping you hadn't over-dressed. Leaving the others in the parlor to go find Erik, you were followed with teasing remarks and jokes.

Butterflies rampaged through your stomach as you stopped in front of your door. Knocking lightly to announce your presence as you entered, your eyes scanned over the room.

The room was dimly lit, a few candles placed throughout the room. A small table big enough for two was placed at the center of the room. Plates of food and drinks set neatly. And at the edge of the table, facing you, was a paper with your name written on it, and a single rose lying in front of it.

You looked around the room, expecting to see Erik, but the room was empty. Approaching the table, you saw written underneath your name on the paper, 'Read Immediately'.

Picking up the folded paper, you feared maybe you were a bit early. But unable to resist, you opened the paper. Erik's familiar penmanship was scrawled across the paper, and as you read it, you could hear his smooth voice in your mind, as though he was reading it allowed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My Heart,

I know at times I fail to truly express my feelings in words. I fail to tell you how much I adore and love you as much as I would wish. You are more important to me than I can ever truly express.

When I had allowed myself to falter, to follow the darkness of my mind, you held out your hand and led me back to the light. You. You are my light, you are my heart. You never gave up on me, never stopped waiting for me to find my way back home to you.

No matter how many times you tell me I am wrong, I know I am not worthy of your love, or your kind heart. I never will be, but I know to cherish it with all I have as long as I can.

I can never imagine my life without you, and I fear it every day. But I know in this world, we must cherish those closest to us. I wish to hold you every morning, and kiss you goodnight every night. I wish to love you for the rest of our lives. And I only hope you find me worthy enough to stay with me forever, as I hope you will.

- Yours forever, Erik

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As you read over his words, there was something between the lines, a question he seemed to be hinting at. You wondered if you were overreaching, looking for something that wasn't there.

Hearing the floor creak behind you, you spun around to see Erik had been watching you. He had a soft smile on his face, but seemed hesitant, almost nervous.

He walked towards you, his eyes glancing briefly at the letter in your hands. "I meant every word. And more." He said softly, hoping you knew him enough to know where this was leading.

You smiled at him and glanced down at the letter. "You should give yourself more credit. You've always been good with words."

He smirked lightly at the comment as he stopped right in front of you, meeting your eyes. He brought up his hand and brushed his fingers against your chin lightly.

"Well I hope they do me justice now." He said softly. "I love you, Y/n. More than I could ever imagine loving anyone. I need you, you're a part of me. The best part. I want you with me for the rest of my life. No matter how short it might be."

"Or how long." You corrected.

He smiled. "Or how long." He repeated.

Taking a step back, he reached into his pocket as he began to kneel down. You felt your heart pumping heavily in your chest, your palms began to sweat.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful engagement ring. "I could live the rest of my life happily, knowing you were beside me. But I would do so, even happier, if I could do it while being your husband."

You felt your eyes well with tears as emotion began to build up in your chest. You smiled brightly down at him as he took your hand in his.

"Will you marry me Y/n?"

You were lost for words as happiness burst through you. You nodded your head vigorously, and whispered out , "Yes", "Yes" you said again a bit clearer.

Erik grinned at you, feeling light tears coming to his own eyes as relief and joy pulsed through him.

Slipping the ring onto your finger, he stood up just as you lunged yourself at him. He wrapped his arms around you as you locked yours around his neck. He held you tightly against him as he spun you around lightly.

Pulling away, your eyes locked, both wet with happy tears. You placed your hand on the side of his face. "I love you Erik. I always will."

He pulled you into a kiss, fervent with emotion as he embraced the happiness he now felt. A feeling that had been unfamiliar to him before he met you. And something he knew he would hold onto tightly for the rest of his life.

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[randominagines]

Pairing: Avengers x neutral reader

Warning: fluff, smut

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AVENGERS REACTING TO YOU BEING JEALOUS:

TONY

Tony loves a soft drama. When he realizes that you're getting annoyed because of the girl who's flirting with him, he immediately gets amused. He likes when you show him how much you consider him yours, but he doesn't want to upset you, so he quickly cuts off the conversation with the girl. He walks to you and grab your waist. "Someone is jealous uhm?" He teases you, a lovely smirk on his face. You roll your eyes and chuckle. "Don't flatter yourself, Stark." You say, trying to demolish a bit of his big ego, but he mischievously smiles. "For as much as I find it funny, you have no reason to be jealous: I only have eyes for you, love." He concludes and you don't admit it but you feel butterflies erupting in your stomach.

STEVE

Steve is such a pure soul, he hates seeing you bothered. In the exact moment he realizes that you don't like the way that particular girl is talking to him, he immediately excuses himself and comes to you. "My dear," He softly whispers while stopping in front of you. "Is everything okay?" He asks while brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. You puff. "She flirts with you every single time. I'm starting to hate this damn parties." You admit while taking a sip of your drink. He shakes his head and looks at you, a reassuring smile on his face. "I absolutely didn't notice anything before, but I'm going to avoid talking to her from now on. I don't want to see you like this, I want you to enjoy this party and the next ones." He reassured you while wrapping you in his arms. You smile while holding him tight.

THOR

Thor is very jealous himself, so he immediately understands if you are too. He quickly cheks around to see who's causing you to be stressed and as soon as he spots the girl who's looking at him and trying to come and talk to him, he connects the dots. He softly chuckles while crossing the room to get to you, his big hands grabbing you by your waist to pull you toward him. His lips crush on yours while he carreses the back of your head. You kiss him back, you are a bit out of breath. "Baby..." You whisper on hid lips, he smiles. "I think I made quite clear whom I belong to, you can stop being jealous. " He teases you, his hands behind your back. You open your mouth in surprise, a soft gasp leaving your lips. "What? I was not being..." You try to say but he stops you. "It's okay, you look hot when you're death staring." He jokes, his lips on yours. You shake your head and kiss him again. "I want to get out of here." You say and he smirks, his hands squeezing your hips. "As you wish, baby." He says, already knowing that you need to be alone with him.

NATASHA

Natasha is usually the jealous one and she knows it, she simply admits it. Seeing you getting jealous is kinda funny, instead. She immediately knows that something is bothering you and it doesn't take time for her to understand that you're staring at the boy trying to hit on her. She doesn't even bother inventing an excuse to reject him, she ignores him and walks to you. "I can't believe it." She says while smiling at you, you frown. "What?" You ask while flashing a death stare to that boy. She tilts her head. "That I'm not the jealous one, for once." She gives you and adorable smirk and you chuckle, your hands grabbing her by her waist to pull her closer. "Come here." You say and she laughs while pressing her lips on yours, Natasha looks at you. "You're so hot, damn. I want to leave this party." She says while caressing your neck; you smirk, lust starting to fill your body. "Say no more."

WANDA

It takes a moment to Wanda to realise, but she ends up noticing. She herself was finding the attention of the boy who was trying to ask her out kinda of inappropriate, but seeing your face confirms how flirty he was being even from other prospectives. Wanda cuts him off quickly and walks to you, her face a mix between bothered because of that boy and amused because of you. "Sweetheart, you look like you could kill someone." She jokes while placing a quick kiss on your cheek. You put a hand behind her back and pull her closer. "I could." You whisper while gently kissing her forehead. She cups your face with her hands and smiles. "No need, I'm yours." She reassures you, her sweet eyes melting your hear. You smile while finally kissing her.

VISION

Vision knows you and he knows when you're not feeling comfortable. He immediately notices how you look at the girl who's talking to him, how your forehead is filled with pensive wrinkles and how you are playing with the hem of your shirt to release some stress. He looks at the girl. "Excuse me, I need to go, Miss." He says while walking to you, his eyes stuck into yours. "Y/n, is everything okay?" He asks while caressing your arm, you nodd while searching for his arms. He holds you while you softly smile. "I'm okay, I was just getting a bit jealous." You confess and he looks at you, his fingers tracing your cheekbone. "You don't have to, I love you." He simply says and you smile, your heart pounding faster.

SAM

Sam loves teasing you, so this would be a succulent occasion. He walks to you, immediately spotting the reason why you're bothered: a girl is definitely checking on him, ready to go talk to him at any moment. He chuckles while stopping in front of you. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous." He provokes you, his arms crossing over his chest. You puff. "She's been staring at you for 10 minutes." You complain. He laughs and gently caress your cheek. "While I was staring at you, instead. Gosh, you can't imagine how much I like you." He concludes. You blush while he pulls you toward him for a kiss. "Why don't we leave this place?" He whispers on your lips, you nod. "Sure, so you can prove me how much you like me" You tease, a smooth smirk on your face. He shakes his head while grinning. "Sure thing, honey.".

PETER

Peter doesn't even realise that someone is flirting with him, but you do. You take awareness of the fact that a girl is trying to hit on him in the exact moment you spot her. You wait for your boyfriend to finish talking to her; he walks to you and hugs you. "Baby." He says while placing a kiss on your forehead. You sigh. "You haven't even noticed, uhm?" you ask and he frowns, you laugh. "Incredible, you can save the whole universe but not realise that a girl is flirting with you." You fool him around and he raises an eyebrow, then he gives a quick look to the girl he was previously talking to. "Wait, was she flirting?" He asks and you chuckle. "Very obviously, Pete." You say. He shakes his head and looks at you with the most adorable pout ever. "It's because I don't really pay attention to anyone, except you." He says while tilting his head. You roll your eyes but smile. "You're good, I'll give you that." You say and he smiles before slowly kissing you. "This party is a disaster, why don't we go home?" He asks, his lips still on yours. You smile. "And you keep getting better, Parker." You say, a smirk on his face. He shrugs while grabbing your waist.

BUCKY

Bucky actually hates seeing you upset, but he thinks you're lovely when you show a little bit of jealousy. You are aware of the fact that your boyfriend is a 1945 man and this comes with a serious of characteristics: one of your favourite, he's a gentleman. When a girl walks to him and tries to hit on him, he cordally answers and doesn't step away from the conversation without excusing with the lady. You look at him kindly rejecting the advances of the girl and quickly coming to you. "She's still looking at you." You say, a bit bothered. He tilts his head and stares at you in complete adoration. "You look adorable when you're jealous." He teases you and you puff. "I'm not jealous." You protest and he grabs you by your waist to pull you closer. "You have no reason, I already have the only thing I really want." He reassures you, his eyes stuck into yours. You smile while kissing him. He kisses you back and even deepens the kiss to prove how much he wants you. "Bucky..." You whisper on his lips, he smirks. "I know, doll. Let's get out of here." He says, immediately understanding what you want.

LOKI

Loki is such a charismatic person: everyone seems to be attracted by him, so you kinda of got used to people flirting with him. He is totally in love with you of course, so he rejects them all pretty quickly but sometimes you get jealous too. Like in this case, when a girl is desperately trying to kiss him. Loki is staring at you, his eyes scanning you while he tries to walk away from that girl without sounding too rude. As soon as he steps away and walks to you, he knows you're bothered. "Pet..." He tries to say but you interrupt him. "Don't pet at me, she tried to kiss you." You say and he smiles. "And I've stopped her." He says and you roll your eyes. "God, this is so frustrating. Why is everyone attracted by you? I mean, I don't blame them, you're just wow but this is frustrating anyway." You say, your voice a mix between nervous and amused. He chuckles while gently pulling you in his arms. "I don't really care about who's attracted by me, you're the only one I want attention from. I love you, everyone else doesn't really matter." He says while caressing you back. You smile while crushing your lips on his. He kisses you back, his fingers running through your hair. "I'm still a bit bothered, by the way."you mumble on his lips and he smiles while adorably shaking his head. "Pet, why don't we go into my room so I can make it up to you?" He mischievously asks, his grin making your knees weak. You nod, your hand in his chest. "You're tempting me, Loki Laufeyson." You say while your fingers travels under his shirt, he raises an eyebrow. "That's what a God of Mischief does best." He answers and you smilr, your lips searching for his again. "Okay, let's go."

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[the-modernmary]

state of grace || priest!hotch x reader

 Summary: Falling in love with your priest was never part of the plan. You were too damaged to ever be around all of his good. Still, you continued to go to church and grow close with Father Hotchner, doing your best to push down the growing feelings for him. After three long weeks apart, however, you came to the church, soaked from the rain, and it becomes harder to avoid temptation.

Contains: SMUT! 18+ only, minors DNI. Priest Hotch, Nipple Play, Dry Humping, Sacrilege, Pining, brief gun/bullet wound mention

Comments: This is actually a snippet of a potentially much longer Priest Hotch fic. That being said, it shouldn’t affect your understanding of the story at all. Thank you so much to @angelfxllcm for coming up with this idea with me and pushing me to write it and @doctorstethoscope for looking over it and being an absolute angel. (go check out their fics if you haven’t!!)

Rossi’s phone ringing drew an exasperated groan from the lips of everybody else on the jet.

“Rossi, please,” you begged from your spot across from him, looking up from the poetry book in your hands. “If we have to go on another case, that’s going to be my stressor, and then you all will have to catch me.”

You were anxious to get home already. Your first case in Florida, a family annihilator, had taken eight days, and before the jet could even get in the air, the team was immediately pulled to Bend, Oregon for a child abduction that quickly went serial. Luckily, all the kids were able to be returned safely to their parents, but three weeks on the road took everything out of you. 

And, if you were being completely honest with yourself, you wanted to see Father Hotchner, and it was making you antsy. This had been the longest you had ever gone without seeing him, and despite having talked to him on the phone a few times, it wasn’t enough. You wanted to be near him, to touch him, to be held by him, to kiss him.

It felt like you were a teenager again, just counting down the minutes until your next class period with your crush. Except in your case, your crush was a widowed Catholic priest who believed his path in priesthood was a way for him to atone for the sins of his father.

  Rossi glanced up from his phone just long enough to give you a doubtful look, eyebrows raised. “I doubt that would take more than two hours. Three, tops. We’d be back in time for dinner.”

  In the seat beside you, Emily laughed at your indignant face. “Oh, don’t take it personally. Just run up his credit card bill at the bar tonight.”

  The insinuation that Rossi would be paying for drinks that night did not go over his head. “Believe it or not, I’m not made of money,” your unit chief argued. “And even if I was, I’m going home to my Cubans and my whiskey. I spend way too much time with you all as it is.”

  Emily shrugged and nudged you with her elbow. “What about you? I’ve never known you to say no to a night out.”

  You kept your eyes glued to the words in front of you, sketching in the margins of the poem. Honeysuckles with butterflies landing on the leaves, rain falling down on mountain tops filled with bluebells and cherry trees. “Can’t tonight. I’m exhausted. I plan on watching Desperate Housewives reruns until I pass out,” you lied.

  “Great,” came Derek’s voice from across the jet. “So we’re going to have to buy our own booze?”

  Your head shot up at that. “I know you weren’t expecting me to foot the bill.”

  His lips quipped up in a smirk. “No, you just know how to get enough free drinks for us all.”

  “Then you all just need to step up your game,” you laughed. “Cause you are on your own tonight.”

  It was silent for a few moments as you went back to your book, only stopped when you noticed Emily trying to crane her neck to see what you were reading. Instinctively, you shut it quickly before she could get a good look. The poem wasn’t anything incriminating, but there were the little annotations that Aaron had left for you to find, and you wanted to keep those sacred, protected between just the two of you.

  “Can I help you?” you asked, voice low enough that Rossi couldn’t hear.

  Emily gave you a knowing glance, but she shook her head as she answered. “Desperate Housewives, huh? Is that what they’re calling it now?”

  “Fuck off, Emily.”

  Emily nodded slowly, unbelievingly, and you mentally braced yourself for what would come next. “So when we caught you having a little sleepover a month ago at the church, you were just… watching Desperate Housewives?”

  You threw the wrapper from your granola bar at her. “Fuck off, Emily,” you chuckled. “I keep telling you that nothing happened. We just slept.”

  “Hm. I don’t believe you.”

  It was true, technically. That night, you really only had fallen asleep next to Father Hotchner. What Emily and the rest of the team didn’t know about were the multiple, desperate, hidden makeouts wherever you could — behind the church before Mass, sitting on his desk in his rectory, and of course, in the hallway of Rossi’s mansion.

  It was as far as you would let yourself go with Aaron, even though each separation killed you a little bit inside. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to — you had absolutely zero qualms about sleeping with a priest — but as you got to know Aaron, you knew that you couldn’t ask him to break his divine vow for somebody like you. So you made do with what you could get, hanging on to every technicality so that you could keep him close to you.

  The rest of the ride was quiet, everybody either sleeping or in their own little world. At some point, it had started to rain. A sharp pain that shot across your chest caused you to hiss from the discomfort. Rossi looked up at you in concern, a silent “are you okay?” passing between you two, and you nodded just as silently.

  Nerve regeneration, the doctors had warned you. After getting shot and going through surgery, it could take months for the nerves to fully heal, and as they did, you would keep getting those random, shock-like pains. To try and distract from the pain, you mindlessly rubbed at the offending scar, red and thick and raised and hideous. You had tried everything from scar creams to corticosteroid injections, and nothing seemed to work. Even after a year and a half, you were still haunted by that dreaded case.

  As if the bullet that they couldn’t take out wasn’t reminder enough. 

  By the time the jet made it back to DC, the rain had turned into a full blown storm, which made for the most terrifying landing of your life. You had shot off a text to Aaron that you were on your way over, but he hadn’t responded yet. He was expecting you, that much you knew, so you didn’t worry too much. In the short walk it took to get to your car, your coat was completely soaked. Reid said something to you in farewell, but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of thunder booming in the distance. 

  The drive to the church was easy, the route from the tarmac becoming something akin to muscle memory. The storm was getting worse with every passing second, but you didn’t mind. Every thunderclap shook the car, and it was a welcome distraction from the shooting pain from your scar. Luckily, it wasn’t long until you were in the all-too-familiar parking lot.

  It was the middle of the night, so you went straight to the rectory around the back of the church, assuming Aaron would be there and getting ready for bed.

  “Aaron?” you called, pounding on the front door. No answer. The rain continued its onslaught, and your now soaked work shirt clung uncomfortably to your skin.

  “Father Hotchner?” you tried again, shouting as best as you could over the storm. Still no answer. Frowning, you ran back around to the front of the street to the entrance of the church.

  With the storm and the dark clouds, the church probably should have looked like the setting to an exorcism horror movie, but it wasn’t to you — it never could be. Not when lightning struck and lit up the stained glass in the front, casting a rainbow across the street. No, it felt like it was welcoming you home.

  You barely touched the heavy wooden doors when they creaked open. The inside of the church was dark, the only light coming from the spotlight on the crucifix, the many prayer candles lining the edges, and the sporadic flashes of lightning.

  Sitting in the middle of the pews, right where you and Rossi sat every Sunday, was Aaron, deep in what you could only assume was prayer. He was kneeling, his head bowed and resting on his hands, and you found yourself slowly dragging your eyes down the slope of his bare neck.

  From your point of view, you couldn’t see his white clerical collar. He just looked like another lost soul, praying for guidance. But you knew better, knew how deep his faith was, and how honorable he was. And he was no lost soul, not anymore. He knew what his path was, and it was one that he had to walk without you.

  Aaron made the sign of the cross, which you took as your cue to speak up. 

  “Father Hotchner?”

  Your voice was soft, but it might as well have been another clap of thunder with the way he jumped. Aaron turned to look at you, eyes wide, and it was as if he had seen a ghost. Despite having texted him on the plane that you were coming, he still looked surprised to see you.

  “I’m sorry,” you continued, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Did I interrupt something?”

  Aaron blinked a few times before shaking his head. “Not at all. I’m glad you’re here.”

  His eyes dropped down to your body, as if just realizing your rain-soaked state. “You’re drenched. Let me get you a coat.” Even as he said it, his gaze never left your chest, where the wet silk of your work shirt clung to every curve of your body, emphasizing the slope of your breasts. You wanted him to keep looking at you like that, eyes dark with forbidden desire, so you shook your head. 

  “I’m fine. It’s actually not that cold,” you explained, smoothing down your pencil skirt. “Besides, you’ve got all these candles going.”

  Aaron gestured to the spot next to him on the pew. “Sit.”

  It wasn’t a request or a friendly invitation — it was a demand, one you were all too happy to comply with. You sat next to him obediently, your thigh brushing his as you sat too close to be considered appropriate.

  Three weeks had been too long. You couldn’t sit there and pretend to be unaffected by Aaron — the warmth of his skin and the smell of his cologne was making you dizzy. The storm outside faded into white noise, and all you could focus on was Aaron’s soft breaths and the way he was looking at you, like all of his prayers had just been answered.

  “Father—” you started, but he cut you off with a lift of his hand. 

  “Aaron,” he corrected. “Nobody else is here, you don’t have to call me father.”

  You gave him a small smile in lieu of an answer, because he couldn’t understand just how much you needed to call him Father, how much you needed that reminder that he was unavailable before you let yourself completely fall into the fantasy that he could ever be yours.

  Noticing your silence, Aaron continued. “How were the cases?”

  You shrugged. “Fine. Long. Glad to be back.” Your mouth went dry, and suddenly your tongue felt too big to speak. “I missed you.”

  This was the part where he would kiss you if you were dating. He would wrap you in his arms and pull you close to him and hold you as tight as possible. But he couldn’t do that.

  Still, there were a lot of things he shouldn’t do, and yet…

  His big hand cupped the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, and he slowly pulled you closer to him, eyes flickering to your lips. Just as it looked like he was about to kiss you, he used his thumb to tilt your head back and he pressed his lips to your exposed neck.

  Aaron breathed in your perfume, and it made him pull you closer as he continued his attack on your neck. He never wanted to let you go, wanted to keep kissing you like this. The dam of passion broke open. There was something so addictive about you, some divine pull that was keeping him tied to you.

  It was the one divine vow, he realized, he didn’t want to break.

  You whispered his name as if it were your own personal hallelujah. 

  “I missed you, too,” he mumbled against your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and a part of you thought that if this was what the flames of Hell felt like, you would happily go there a million times over. Anything to keep Aaron’s hands and lips on you.

  “Can we—” you panted, gripping his biceps. “I need to—”

  “Need to what, angel?” he teased, and his thumb slowly dragged along your lower lip. “Use your words.”

  “Kiss me,” you begged, and his mouth was on yours before you could even add on a ‘please’.

  Aaron kissed you as if you were the single oasis in the desert, as if you were the Promised Land. His hands roamed your body, memorizing every part of you until settling on the curve of your ass. Without warning, he lifted you and pulled you from your spot on the pew and onto his lap, never once breaking the kiss. 

  As you straddled him, your pencil skirt rode up around your hips, and the only thing separating his hard arousal from your dripping pussy was the thin lace of your panties and his cassock. You adjusted to hike your skirt up more when the sound of fabric ripping gave you both pause.

  The sudden movement had caused the small slit of your skirt to tear, exposing the entirety of your thigh to Aaron.

  “I’m sorry,” he started, “I didn’t —”

  “It’s fine.” You grabbed one of his hands and guided it down to the newly exposed skin. He breathed in sharply. “It’s fine,” you repeated.

  He captured your lips in another kiss, this time more hungry and desperate. Aaron’s hands splayed across your back and pulled you closer to him, your chest pressed against his. You wanted — no, needed — as much contact with him as possible, or you were pretty sure you would combust. The wood of the pew dug into your knees, but you barely noticed, not when he was kissing you so intensely and with so much feeling. Like all he wanted to do for the rest of his life was kiss you.

  His hands — God, those hands — gripped your hips, hard enough that you knew it was going to leave beautiful bruises the next day, little dots to remind you that none of this was a dream. Aaron cautiously and experimentally guided you to grind down on him. When you let out a soft gasp of want, desire, need, Aaron did it again, lifting his hips as he did, and the friction hit all the right places.

  He was big. That was the first thing you noticed. Even from between layers of clothing, you could feel the outline of his dick, and it sent your mind down a spiral of dirty fantasies: You on your knees and looking up at him through your eyelashes as he guides you by your hair, showering you in praise. Or him pinning your hips to the bed, grunting into your neck about trust me, baby, I’ll make it fit.

  A loud thunderclap forced you to rip your lips from his, and it was only once you separated did you realize just how breathless you were. Under you, Aaron’s hips bucked slightly, and you couldn’t tell if the heat was coming from you or him or if it even made a difference. 

  His warm fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, leaving goosebumps all over your cold skin. “I can feel how wet you are,” he groaned, going back to moving your hips back and forth over his. “You feel so good, so needy. All this from just a kiss, angel?”

  Another thunderclap, and the lighting shining through the stained glass spotlighted his clerical collar, the stark white of it almost blinding. 

  “Aaron,” you panted, holding on to the one logical side of your brain left. “We shouldn’t. You don’t want—”

  “What I want,” he interrupted, voice low and raspy, “Is to touch you. To make you feel good. To worship you.”

  That was all the convincing you needed. You trailed red lipstick kisses down the column of his throat, relishing in the feeling of his Adam’s apple bobbing. You tugged at his hair, exposing even more skin for you to make, and when your lips hit fabric, you didn’t stop, didn’t even hesitate. You pressed a kiss to that damned stark white collar, staining it red, staining it with you.

  You pulled back to admire your handiwork, but Aaron wasn’t looking at you — not at your face, at least. His gaze was dropped down to your chest, where the top few buttons of your shirt had accidentally popped open. The lace of your bra was peeking out, but that’s not what had caught Aaron’s attention. No, he was staring right at your scar, which looked more raised and obvious than it had ever looked before. Panic shot through you, faster and more intense than the lightning outside.

  “Aaron,” you gasped, voice rough, but even as you tried to pull away, to hide the glaring flaw that was on full display for him to judge, Aaron kept you close to him.

  His eyes, so dark that they almost looked black, flashed back up to your face, while his fingers slowly made work on undoing the rest of your shirt buttons.

  “Beautiful,” he mumbled, popping open another button. “You’re a gift.” Another button. “To the world.” Last button. “And especially to me.”

  He dropped his mouth to your chest, kissing over your scar. Outside, lightning stuck and shook the building. Aaron peppered kisses down your chest, and your skin burned deliciously. By now, your shirt was fully unbuttoned and sliding down your shoulders. Your fingers tangled in his hair and your head was thrown back. If it wasn’t for his strong arms wrapped around your waist and forcing the arch in your back, you were certain that you would have fallen off the pew.

  His teeth grazed your skin, down between the valley of your breasts, until it met with the lace of your bra. When you had first left for the cases, you had cursed yourself for only packing the flimsy piece of lace. Now, however, you were thanking God for the accident, especially as Aaron flattened his tongue over your barely covered nipple.

  A sharp gast left your lips. You wanted — needed — to feel him on you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him close to your chest, all while arching your back. His hot breath on your cold, rain soaked skin caused your nipple to harden and poke out from the lace in your bra. 

  You should have stopped him right there, told him that you had damned him enough and that you couldn’t let him throw away all his work. But then he ran his hand up your spine and teasingly fiddled with the hooks of your bra, and you couldn’t say no, didn’t even want to.

  All of your logical thought was thrown out the stained glass window when Aaron lifted his hips to grind against you and mumbled "you feel like Heaven" against your black lace bra. "I bet you taste like it, too."

  “Fuck, Aaron, please,” you gasped, tangling your fingers in his hair.

  “Is that what you want, angel?” His thumb teased the underside of your breast. “For me to bend you over the altar until you’re a shaking mess, all for me?”

  The mental image of Aaron with his head buried between your thighs was making you dizzy with want. You were growing needier by the second, desperate to get him to touch you and kiss you until you couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t touching you. In a frenzied attempt to get more, you ripped your shirt and bra off and tossed them blindly behind you.

  “Just like that, angel,” Aaron praised as you rocked your hips back and forth on his lap, grinding down on his dick through the thin layers of clothes. “Do you want to cum, hm? Go ahead, baby, soak my dick. Use my body for your pleasure.”

  Hearing those words come from Aaron’s — Father Hotchner’s — mouth short circuited your brain. You sped up your movements, desperately chasing your own orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. 

  “Please, Aaron,” you whined. “I need… I need your mouth.”

  He grinned up at you devilishly and ran his finger over your sensitive nipple. “Oh? Decided to use your words? Don’t get shy on me now. Where do you want my lips? Here?”

  He pressed a kiss to the pulse point of your neck. “Or here?” Another kiss, this time to the underside of your jaw. “Or how about here.”

  His lips captured yours in a frantic kiss, swallowing your gasp of surprise. It was frantic and hungry, as if it was the last kiss that either of you would ever have. Maybe, in a way, it was. Maybe this was the last kiss that would ever matter. You cupped his cheeks with both of your hands, and Aaron kissed you until you saw stars. All too soon, he pulled away, taking your breath with him.

  Aaron took a moment to admire you, flushed cheeks, chest heaving, and looking at him with a softness and adoration that he had seen so many times before. Always from you, always in fleeting glances and longing stares from across the church. In the candlelight, you were practically glowing, looking as ethereal as you did the first time he met you. He should have known then that the connection he had shared with you in Rossi’s mansion wasn’t some moment of weakness, a fleeting crush that would fade on its own — it was real and enduring and too pure to be anything but a gift from God.

  Outside, lightning struck, causing the colors of the stained glass window to dance across your skin. There, on top of him, holding him, in the middle of the dark church, you were illuminated, and that was answer enough. You were his new path.

  Another thunderclap. The knot in your stomach tightened, and you knew that it wouldn’t take much more to send you over the edge. Moans of “Aaron, please” and “I’m so close” tumbled from your lips.

  He rolled his hips with yours, thrusts getting more intense. You let out a long, drawn out whine, a wordless plea for more. “Were my lips not enough, angel?”

  Your arms wrapped around his neck, hands tangled in his hair, and you pulled him closer to you and where you really wanted him. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to get words out. Not when your whole body was shaking with your impending orgasm.

  A raspy chuckle escaped his lips. “What about… here.” Without warning, he lowered his head and brought one of your nipples into his mouth with expert precision. You gasped and arched your back to give him full access to your body. 

  He swirled his tongue and started to suck on the hardened tip, looking up at the way your head was thrown back in pleasure as he did. He slowly kissed his way across your chest to the other breast, nipping softly at your skin before flatting his tongue to soothe the spot. When he passed your scar, Aaron made sure to pay special attention to it, letting his lips linger over the raised mark. He let the kisses say everything he didn’t quite have the words for. 

  Aaron repeated the same motions on your other breast, motions that were devastatingly effective at causing your hips to stutter. Your body jerked towards him as you cried out his name over and over again, like it was the only word you knew.

  Suddenly, he bucked his hips up at, and the time time, lightly scraped his teeth over your sensitive nipple, and stars exploded behind your eyes. Your orgasm hit you hard, your whole body shaking, but you didn’t dare stop grinding on top of Aaron. He seemed to have the same idea, because he continued to roll his hips against yours, entranced by the pleasure that was etched on your face.

  He wanted to hear the delicious moans, moans that he was the cause of.  “I’ve got you,” he reassures as you pull his head into your chest in order to keep him close to you. “Just like that, angel. You feel so good.”

  The coming down was slow, and for the first time in a very long time, you felt a sense of calm and safety surrounding you. Aaron continued to hold you close to him, muttering more praise in between soft kisses. The storm outside had stopped, leaving you with only the soft patter of rain on the roof. Finally, you caught your breath enough to speak.

  “Aaron, we shouldn’t…”

  “I don’t regret it,” he interrupted. 

  You tried to ignore the way that sentence made your heart swell. Getting your hopes up now would be dangerous.

  Vaguely, you could still feel his erection pressed against you. “You didn’t finish?”

  Despite himself, Aaron chuckled. “That’s okay.” Slowly, tenderly, he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, and you unconsciously leaned into his touch. He angled your head so that he could bring you back for one more longing kiss. “Stay the night?”

  The question came out so nervously that it made you smile in confusion, nose scrunched up. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had spent the night with him at the church. Aaron must have noticed your confusion, because he shook his head.

  “Stay with me,” he corrected.

  You turned your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Even Stars Will Fall - Ch 4.5

Pairing: Eventual Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader x Ellaria Sand Word Count: 886 Warnings: Seeing inside Oberyn’s head is a warning I suppose Notes: When I wrote chapter 4, I was having an incredibly hard time writing the original dress scene. I knew what Oberyn was feeling, but I couldn’t get it to translate to her pov. So I wrote this first, from Oberyn’s perspective, to get a better idea of what was going on, and wanted to share it with y’all.

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The dresses are here.

Ellaria has been talking about them for days, going on and on about fabrics and patterns and how each color complimented your skin or your eyes or your hair. He didn’t pay much attention, admittedly, just enough that he could prove he had been somewhat listening when she finally realized his attention wasn’t solely on her.

But the dresses were here, and despite his disinterest he had to admit he was curious to finally see you in dresses made to fit you, not Ellaria.

And he has news, in the form of a paper he is scanning over when he knocks on your door. He hears Ellaria call to enter, and when the door swings open, his eyes are still fixed on the paper in his hand.

“I heard the new dresses have arrived, I trust Marciel has crafted-” He looks up, and the sight that greets him stops him in his tracks.

You are gorgeous.

It’s the only thought he can process for a few seconds, just how gorgeous you look draped in burnt yellow silk, making your skin glow and - 

Gods above, you’re wearing his house.

He knew Ellaria had asked for at least one thing to have the Martell sun on it - she’d thought it would be nice for the three of you to match on occasion. He hadn’t minded when she mentioned it, but now-

Oberyn Martell was not normally a possessive man, but seeing you standing there, in his house colors with his sun stitched on your sleeves, pressed close to his paramour while she laced you into the dress that in essence marked every inch of you as his-

“Love, you’re staring.” Ellaria’s voice snaps him back to the present from the out of control thoughts spinning through his head, and he smirks in an attempt to brush the situation off. She fixes him with a knowing grin as you look away.

“How could I not stare at such a beautiful sight? Maricel has truly outdone herself again, our dove looks even more radiant than before.” He strides forward, trying to summon up the swaggering confidence he had just been moving with moments before until the sight of you in that dress tore it away. 

You look up then and meet his eyes again and gods above how does anyone not grow weak under your gaze? Before he can let you pull him back in his gaze drops to your sleeve, brushing a thumb over the suns - his suns - embroidered there. 

He’d bet good money Ellaria had ordered the damned dress just to get this exact reaction out of him.

Oberyn glances up at you, still stroking the embroidery, giving you what he hopes is a genuine smile. “It is a good color for you.”

When he can finally bear to lean away from you, soft cloth slipping from between his fingers as he realizes with some amount of guilt that he’s likely crowding your space, he could swear you lean towards him. Like you want him near. He can feel Ellaria’s eyes on him though, silently reminding him that he can’t pursue you like he would any other in this position.

So he does lean back, although it kills him to put those few inches between you and him, as though he now couldn’t bear to be away from you. The thought of you having that power over him - such a pull that he can’t resist - has Oberyn holding up the paper he had almost forgotten was in his hand with a smirk.

“I will be gone for a few days, boring matters of state to attend to. I trust you will be absolutely crushed by my absence, but alas, duty calls.”

Oberyn isn’t sure what reaction he expected from you, but the way you lean back into Ellaria has his fingers positively itching to touch you. He wants you in his bed, their bed, between him and Ellaria. He wants you to himself, he wants to show you just how good they can make you feel, why they have so many lovers, wants you to always be clothed in his house colors, his sun, he wants-

“I suppose we will just have to find a way to entertain ourselves without you.” Ramping up the dramatics you tilt your head back onto Ellaria’s shoulder, eyes closed as you drape a hand over your forehead. “It will be such agony being deprived of your presence, my prince.”

Your dramatics pull him from the thoughts once again swirling in his head, and he feels a grin spreading across his face. You look lovely, draped against Ellaria in that beautiful dress, a smile lighting up your face like the ocean at sunrise. 

Oberyn holds up his hands, shaking his head with a grin. “Alright, I get the picture.”

With one last lingering look at the suns embroidered on your sleeve he lifts your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to the back, contact that he has a very hard time convincing himself to break. 

“Until I return, beautiful mystery.”

When he’s out in the hall again, freed from the weight of your gaze, he gives his head a shake, as if he can rid himself of your influence that easily.

Maybe some time away will do him some good.

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 ⤑ 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴/𝘰

⤑ ft: shinsou, tamaki, kirishima, denki, fem!r

⤑ warnings: facesitting, unprotected seggs (don’t try this at home), choking, oral(m&f receiving), dumbification, slight femdom themes (only for tamaki), mastrubation, crying, use of the word cock bc it makes me giggle

⤑ file type: scenarios, smut

⤑ wc: 2.3k

⤑ an: def wanna write a whole shinsou smut now :’)

⤑ last edited: 1.25.21

⤑ 𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢

his obsession with his best friends girlfriend started out innocent 

he wouldn’t say he was in love with you, more like a kiddie crush 

just wanting to be around you and that heart warming presence of yours all it took was for you to simply ask him how he was or, what he wanted to do saying that his opinion mattered just as much as anyone else 

it might’ve been then he fell for you, your interest in him was genuine, not many people cared much for his input on anything really 

not that he minded- it just felt nice, to know that someone had what he would think in mind

he liked you and if he ever got the chance he’d give you the world, but your world was bakugo and he respected that

but all it took was walking in on you and bakugo getting hot and heavy for his thoughts of you to become way less than innocent 

bakugos large hands splayed across your bare ass cheeks as he helped you move up and down along his shaft

your chest pressed into his as you released the most heavenly moans he’d even heard in his life 

your wavering whines telling his friend how you couldn’t take anymore but your hips still hopelessly bucking against his

now anytime the poor boy seen you his face flushed red and he’d cut your conversations short out of the guilt of have seen you naked without your knowledge

he felt bad that just the sound of your voice made him so hard it hurt and he’d have no other choice but to relieve himself 

thinking of you large hand palming himself through his boxers 

his head falling back in relief in his mind you tasted so sweet, he’d always wondered what you tasted like, or what you’d look like sitting on his face begging for him. he just knew you’d look ethereal.

his gripped your hips hard, helping you move your sopping cunt along his mouth, one of your hands threading themselves through his bright red locks giving them a tug.

tears falling from your eyes as you whine asking him to let you breathe just for a second, yet your body betrayed you, your hips rutting against his mouth with the little energy you had left, “ please kiri, i can’t “

his eyes coming to stare up at you lovingly, his lips releasing your clit, “ ‘cmon sweetheart, i know you’ve got one more left “

ruby eyes staring up at you as he flattened his tongue against your clit again, your face was sinful paired with your pretty moans falling from your lips as your hips rutted down harder against his mouth, body shaking before collapsing with a sweet whine of his name.

his hands rubbing soothing circles against your pelvic bone, “ what a good girl you are “.

knees weak, his muscular back arched off the cold wood of the head board as he cupped himself softly, spurts of hot cum soiling the inside of his boxers, “ i want.. to taste her “

⤑ 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘫𝘪

he was actually terrified of you for a while before you became friends

you intimidated him to say the least

you and your boyfriend were very like minded, which would explain your random relationship with mirio

your presence was warm, and you often jumped into things head first and took everything that came your way with nonchalant attitude

though, your temper seemed to be a lot shorter and you were a lot more, uh- assertive for sure

he hadn’t known when it was he fell in love with you but no can say he never tried to prevent it

maybe it was when you’d make sure he got home safe, putting his life before yours on missions and coming to save his ass even when you needed to be saved yourself

or it might’ve been something as trivial as telling a waiter they got his order wrong at a restaurant

he wasn’t sure, but he was in too deep now and he was okay with just being your friend because you and mirio loved each other

he did pretty well at hiding his feelings for a while, 

well-

until he received a butt dial from his dear blond friend

at first there was silence and maybe some ruffling here and there, he’d contemplated hanging up until he heard mirio’s quiet whimpering from the other side of the cellphone

in a flustered haze he continued to listen, hearing your sultry voice loud and clear

low and stern, saying that if mirio wasn’t patient you wouldn’t let him cum at all, the blond boy begging for you and promising that he’d be good

he hadn’t mean to keep thinking about the phone call after that day but he couldn’t help but imagine what it be like underneath you and those attentive hands in the heat of the night

he tried not to touch himself at first- the guilt being too much, but your frequent visits to his dreams were becoming too much to deal with on top of his soiled sheets

so now- tamaki relieves himself of you the only way he knows how

your warm hand wrapped around his throbbing length trailing teasing kisses up his thighs, edging closer and closer to where he needed you, “you can cum again, can’t you tama? “

his lower half was starting to tingle almost painfully, the line between pain and pleasure was blurring, his eyes unfocused and body flushed in sweat, but he was so eager to take all that you were giving him, eager to be a good boy for you.

“ y-your mouth- bunny please “

he felt almost ashamed, yet the twitching of his ear and the lustful voice you used when you spoke was enough to spur him and the swirling heat in his stomach.

he wanted to be grateful and take all that you were offering to give him, anything to please you. anything to make you praise him.

the wetness of your mouth was all too surreal, he could almost feel your warm mouth sucking his cock into your throat, losing control bucking his hips up into your mouth with a whine, “ fuck, yes- ‘s good “

your pretty orbs staring up at him as he let out loud moans, his feet digging themselves into the bed sheets to fuck himself into your mouth at a harsh enough pace to give you a sore throat later.

his free hand slapping over his mouth, shaking body arching off the bed and knees clamping shut as he came with a tired scream of your name under his hand.

hot liquid dripping down his stomach and leaking from the tip of his softening length.licking the head of his already overstimulated cock, “ what a good boy you are, isn’t that right tama? “

his body falling limp with a whimper, “ i.. feel so dirty “

⤑ 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰

you and his friend midoriya were polar opposites

you were smart mouthed and sarcastic, blunt and insensitive and you were always picking fights with him

though with time, he had begun to grow quite fond with you, a crush maybe

starting to indulge in petty arguments with you and push your buttons more often to see that cute face you made when you were frustrated

just when he came to terms that he developed a bit of attraction to you, you started to plague his mind in more ways than one

in all honesty- he did no more than merely acknowledge your current relationship with his friend

if he wanted you, he'd have you. it was as simple as that

he would never make passes at you simply because he liked you, he was fine with the distance between you both

but he’d figured his friend would have enough sense to know when and where was the right time to get hot and heavy with you

you sat between izuku’s legs, tongue lapping at his glistening cock pitifully, body shaking and tears streaming down your face

the way you could barely speak stunned him- you’d always had something to say

pleading the green haired boy to fuck you, give you some kind of stimulation

shinso watched you both shamelessly, retiring for the night with you and your submissiveness heavy on the brain

after the incident, he’d let you take control of his desires, taking cold showers to relieve himself of the stress you’d cause him from then on

he’d have his hand wrapped around your throat for sure, just barely cutting off your air circulation, hips snapping up into your ass in a pace that had your head spinning and spit dripping from the bottom of your chin.

desperately trying to turn your face away from the mirror in embarrassment, “ look at my pretty slut, drooling for me “, his fingernails digging into your cheeks and holding your head in place so you could watch how your body wreathed in pleasure from him and him alone.

he’d already made you cum with just his cock alone, not giving you time to collect yourself after each orgasm. his strokes deep and harsh, bruising the insides of your walls and his teeth leaving marks all over your neck- you had nowhere to run.

you were powerless and had no other choice but to take him whole, “ ‘nt t-take- no more “. your fingers grasping at the bathroom counter to prevent you from flopping face first into the sink.

“ he cant fuck you like this “, the loud wet smacking against your ass became impossibly louder, “ fucking yourself stupid on my dick- fuuck “

his teeth catching his bottom lip hard enough to break the skin, wet strands of purple hair sticking to his forehead.

thumb pressing down on the tip of his cock edging himself once again trying to control his moans of pure ecstasy at the thought of overstimulating you until you could no longer speak basic english, “ i wanna feel that pretty mouth of hers, too “

⤑ 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪

he knew how wrong it was wrong but, it was his guilty pleasure

you were always so sweet to him, cradling his head to your chest when the others would pick on him and such

all of his friends took a liking to you as seros girlfriend and accepted you into their friend group

you grew especially close to denki, who happened to have a similar personality as you

the inevitable happened- of course, the classic love cliche

 he knew you loved sero and he’d never come between you two but he just couldn’t help himself

once sero had been trying to show him a couple of pictures on his phone, swiping too far 

accidentally showing denki a very vulgar photo of you

tears in your pretty eyes and your hands tied behind your back with your ass wiggling in the air

a godly arch and seros hand in the center of your back taunting him every time the image plagued his brain

the flash of the camera making your gorgeous cunt glisten 

so here he was, late into the night with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and quiet groans heavy in his chest

sweats and boxers pulled down just low enough for his erection to leak precum against his stomach

shutting his eyes and tilting his head back to let his mind run wild, stroking himself slowly

you’d looked so pretty laid out beneath him legs pressed into your chest and tears of pleasure falling out of your eyes. his tongue catching each one before they could trail down and mix with the sheer layer of sweat on your sweet skin.

your pretty whines for him spurred him on, crying and moaning for him to ruin you in anyway he wanted, to take care of you because no one else could do it the way he did. he thought it was so mean of him to make you cry but you looked so angelic to him crying tears of joy all for his cock, all for him.

“ please, kaminari “, your pretty lips swollen as he leaned down to press another kiss to your mouth thrusting himself deeper into your fluttering cunt, “ don’t worry princess- gonna pump you full of cum “

his cock hitting the special spot inside your warmth, filling you up so good you could just scream, he might leave bruise on the back of your knees and an aching pain in your hips from how rough he was fucking into you.

your scorching insides sucking him back in each time, just imagining the pulse of your pussy was driving him crazy, “ look at this pretty pussy taking me so well- gonna take good care of her “

he could almost feel your arousal dripping down his lower abdomen, your hands pulling at his messy blond hair in ecstasy, your lovely voice calling out for him, “ please kami, take good care of me “

“ kami “

“ kami “

his hips jolting up into his hand harshly as he came, cum spilling over his fingertips, releasing a heavy pant wishlist brushing stray strands of his blond hair away from his face, “ fuuck, please “ 

tags:

#x poc!reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #x female reader #shinsou x reader #denki x reader #kirishima x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki amakiji #denki kaminari #kirishima ejirou #shinsou hitoshi #bnha smut #cockandcarrots nottaclosetfreak

[saezurufeels]

“It looks like you’re the one who’s being protected” 🥲🥺

It’s really easy to spot all the ways in which Doumeki shields Yashiro from harm; he’s the bodyguard and the hopeless romantic, watching over Yashiro discreetly and making sure even his reputation doesn’t get sullied. What’s not so obvious at first are the ways in which Yashiro protects Doumeki, not just physically, but in this case emotionally and psychologically. I’m always so touched by Yashiro’s care and attentiveness to Doumeki. Although Yashiro looks after everyone, he definitely has a ✨special✨ kind of concern for Doumeki that doesn’t extend to anyone else and its almost soul crushing.

Yashiro is normally blunt, witty and playfully unforgiving. Nanahara is constantly on the receiving end of Yashiro’s frustration and dry humour. My favourite example of that is Yashiro’s completely unprovoked remark for Nanahara not to show him his “disgusting” face “first thing in the morning.” Lmaooo, brutal. On the flipside, when he tries his little jabs at Doumeki (”honestly, your head is the same as your cock: too slow”), Doumeki’s cute, honest reaction (”sorry”), makes Yashiro retract his statement immediately (”idiot. I was just joking”).

After hearing the reason Doumeki is impotent, Yashiro tries to frame the incident as uninteresting, not to downplay its seriousness, but rather to suggest that Doumeki’s feeling of guilt is misplaced (”tsk. So you became impotent because of that? That story isn’t even good enough to have a drink with”). Based on Doumeki’s flinch at Yashiro’s “tsk,” I would say the next thing he was expecting was to be called a monster, then get kicked to the curb. I’m sure that’s why Doumeki was so hesitant to talk about this event until Yashiro threatened to throw him out of the group anyways if he didn’t talk. Instead, Yashiro made a quick and simple acknowledgement of the event, exposed the absurdity of Doumeki’s guilt, and moved on to the next topic. Yashiro didn’t dwell on the subject and didn’t ask any follow-up questions about it, because he knows it’s a sensitive topic for Doumeki. 

When Yashiro got released from the hospital, or should I say when he got up and left the hospital prematurely, he started noticing that Doumeki was acting strangely. At this point Yashiro knows that Doumeki feels guilty for the shooting, for multiple reasons: Doumeki cut off his own finger (and refused to reattach it), Doumeki apologized to Kageyama as if he were Yashiro’s relative, and Doumeki cried in front of Yashiro in the ambulance and at the hospital. All of those reasons, combined with Doumeki’s tendency to blame himself for events that he was not directly responsible for lead up to Yashiro’s heightened sense of caution not to stir Doumeki’s worry.

Unsurprisingly Yashiro is in a ton of pain after leaving the hospital, and lashes out at Doumeki for having his arm around him for protection, saying, “you’re pressing into my stomach and now it hurts! I’ve been shot, you know.” Doumeki immediately lets go, apologizes and turns away, prompting Yashiro to recall Doumeki’s earlier promise to protect him well “next time.” Shortly after this, Yashiro flinches in pain while stepping out of the car, getting a concerned shout from Doumeki, to which Yashiro now responds, “I’m fine, so don’t get concerned over every single thing.” To Yashiro’s displeasure, Doumeki is avoiding eye contact a lot around this time, too. Yashrio is becoming more aware of what makes Doumeki tick; he knows there is a guilt factor and a loyalty factor, but he’s not realizing that Doumeki loooves him.

Later on at the hotel room, Yashiro tries to spare Doumeki of worry again by downplaying his pain from Inami’s rough handling. Yashiro often minimizes his discomfort by saying that he’s a masochist; I wonder how much he believes it himself. Yashiro didn’t look too impressed when he realized that to get the information from the cops, he’d have to sleep with a detective that was giddy about his injured state.

Then of course there’s the fact that Yashiro is torn between wanting to do sexual things with Doumeki and not wanting to do them. On the one hand, Yashiro isn’t one to decline an offer from someone as hot as Doumeki, but on the other, it’s...Doumeki. So, when Doumeki can’t “hold himself back,” whatever that means, Yashiro doesn’t say much when its done. Doumeki apologized after the blowjob at the clinic and the one at the hotel, but only the second time around did he admit that he should’ve stopped. In both instances, Yashiro just looked at him and brushed it off either with a, “it doesn’t matter,” or a, “it’s fine;” in the second instance Yashiro added that it would be better if Doumeki restrained himself in the future. We know that Yashiro isn’t one to dwell much on consent; in his mind that’s for women and normal people, which he isn’t. But for sure, if any other subordinate pulled the kind of shit Doumeki was pulling, Yashiro would have their head on a stake.

Going back to the hotel scene, Yashiro made sure to shut Inami up before he could continue to compare Doumeki to his father, which means Yashiro was already very aware of Doumeki’s inner emotional turbulence between giving blowjobs, then apologizing afterwards. Yashiro knows apologizing was a sign of guilt, and he doesn’t want Doumeki feeling guilty because of him. Yashiro thinks that he’s the one who corrupted Doumeki-- who got him to do these sexual things in the first place. Doumeki was impotent before he met Yashiro; he was pure, according to Yashiro.

So, although Yashiro got extremely angry when Doumeki refused to have sex at his apartment, it was Yashiro’s fear of rejection fighting back against another injustice he saw coming. In that moment he was being transferred back in time to when Kageyama displayed his desire toward Yashiro, but then refused to have sex or date him afterwards (even called him pitiable and lonely). Until Yashiro understood why Doumeki was refusing (i.e. in order to stay by Yashiro’s side), he assumed his terrible past was repeating itself. Yashiro felt hurt, maybe even betrayed by Doumeki in that moment. Because Yashiro doesn’t allow himself emotions like pain or hurt, he interpreted his ensuing harsh words at Doumeki as a sign of his own desire to torment and hurt. Yashiro’s conflicting emotions, actually more like his inability to read his own emotions, and his own guilt for what he said to Doumeki are what pushed him to confess his true feelings to D. If he hadn’t confessed, Doumeki wouldn’t have had enough evidence and determination to pursue Yashiro to this current point, lbh; Yashiro didn’t do himself any favours with this move if his plan was to get rid of Doumeki. But, he just can’t hurt Doumeki.

When Doumeki comes back to him, Yashiro again goes nuts with the insults in order to undo his confession and try to get Doumeki to leave. However, when Doumeki apologizes and tells Yashiro not to worry because he won’t do anything to him anymore, Yashiro gets a flashback of their steamy night and stops the verbal abuse. The reminder that Doumeki feels guilty for holding him down during sex is enough for Yashiro to go easy on him. Even though the end goal is to get rid of Doumeki, Yashiro knows he has to find another way to do it. I think that at the end of the day, to Yashiro’s eyes, their sex wasn’t non-consensual, which is why it’s so hard for Yashiro to witness Doumeki’s guilt. Between the two of them, Yashiro probably feels like he’s the one with the twisted desires, who’s always egging Doumeki on, even saying, “I’m sorry for making you endure so much” when he found out how long Doumeki has been hiding his arousal from him. So in the warehouse, when Yashiro is complaining about his pain, Doumeki is about to say it’s because he dot dot dot, before Yashiro interrupted him with, “because you what? Because you has sex with me?” Yashiro won’t allow Doumeki to frame the sex as non-consensual, because to him, it wasn’t, and so Doumeki shouldn’t have to suffer as though it were.

The last full conversation they had before the timeskip was in the warehouse, and Yashiro, knowing it’s now or never, told Doumeki that his sister must be over her feelings for him by now and that she was lucky to have Doumeki. Yashiro didn’t expect Doumeki to cry, but unlike his claims, I think he was trying to comfort Doumeki. Seems like Yashiro was also planting a tiny seed of hope in Doumeki’s mind to the possibility of going back to his family (once Yashiro’s plan for Hirata&himself comes to fruition).

For the most part Yashiro understands Doumeki’s psychology pretty well; he also holds so much empathy for people, probably because he understands what it means to be wounded. Yashiro helped Doumeki out of a dark phase of his life by reconnecting him to his family, beginning the process of undoing years of guilt, and just, caring about him. I don’t think part of Doumeki’s guilt was completely solved until he had his redemption by saving Niki, and the other part until he has his ultimate talk with Yashiro, but at least he’s gotten so much farther than he would have without Yashiro’s guidance (and his general existence 😌).

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #analysis #yashiro #doumeki #pick

[avintagekiss24]

Hot for teacher [5] > Bucky Barnes

PAIRING; Dark!Professor!Bucky Barnes x black!reader

WORD COUNT; 6,693

WARNINGS; Age gap, teacher/student dynamics, smut, sex, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, mentions of blood, crying kink, nipple play, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, aftercare, biting/marking, squirting

SUMMARY; Your weekend with Mr. Barnes is in full swing.

NOTE; This took me forever. I’m sorry. Hopefully, all of the sex in this will make up for it! I’m thinking this is going to be the second to last part for reader and Mr. Barnes before this series is complete. I have some fun ideas that get set into motion in this part :). Happy reading!

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☞ PART SIX | ☞ SERIES MASTERLIST

FRIDAY.

1493 Trellis Place, you can park in the garage and come in through the kitchen

Can’t wait to see you

You’re still packing your bag when his text comes across your phone. A large smile cracks your face in two as you wiggle excitedly and throw open your closet. You don’t even know what to take, really. You don’t plan on being clothed for the entire weekend, but Mr. Barnes may have different plans for you. You grab a white and blue maxi dress and some white pumps (in case he wants to do something fancy), throwing them in your school duffel bag before you turn towards your dresser. 

You grab tank tops and booty shorts, a  few pairs of leggings - a girl should always have options - and your absolute favorite bras and panties. You toss your makeup bag and random toiletries - birth control pills, lotion, phone charger, wallet and a small bottle of perfume - on top of the pile of clothing before zipping it up and tossing the strap over your shoulder. With your phone in your hand and a switch in your hips, you head out of your on campus apartment and move towards your Lexus, the lights flipping on as you unlock the doors.

The drive is unexpectedly long. He lives out on the outskirts of town, in a sleepy, upscale neighborhood. You slow down to creep as you move through the neighborhood, passing by cobblestone houses covered in vines and shrouded by mature trees. Siri’s voice rings through the speakers minutes later, telling you that your destination is coming up on your left. It’s a cute little cottage home, set back off of the street. You pull into the driveway and park in the garage, next to his light blue BMW. 

You grab your stuff and move through the dark garage, knocking on the door leading to the house before pushing through the threshold. You're instantly hit by the smell of cooking food. You move through the small hallway and come out into an empty kitchen. You set your bag down in one of the bar stools as you glance around the open floor plan before you step towards the stove top. You peek into one of the pots, breathing in the aroma of shrimp and let out a soft moan. A pot of pasta simmers next to it while two steaks sit on a sheet pan, perfectly seasoned and waiting to be grilled. 

You jump and gasp when two arms wrap around your waist, but soon dissolve into laughter as he presses his lips to your cheek. 

“Sorry, baby,” he whispers, nibbling on your ear as he rubs your hips, “Didn’t hear you come in.”

You turn in his hands and throw your arms over his shoulders, pecking him on his lips before you move in for a deeper, longer kiss. You moan and giggle as his fingers tickle at your sides. He palms your butt in his large hands before he slaps at it gently and points you towards the bar. You bite his bottom lip between your teeth before you take his suggestion to sit. You rest your chin in your palm as you watch him move around the kitchen, pulling out a red wine and pouring a glass before sitting in front of you.

“You don’t have to get me drunk, Barnes. I’m gonna fuck you either way.”

“Ha ha,” he laughs sarcastically, “Like I don’t know that already.”

You take a sip, moaning a little as you swallow, “Plying a teenager with alcohol could get you fired, you know.”

He laughs again as he places the steaks on the small, built in grill, “But fucking one won’t?” He asks, smirking all the while. 

You shrug, “Not in my estimation, no.”

He shakes his head at you as he sprinkles more seasonings onto the meat, “How are you feeling?” He asks softly, dropping his eyes from you for just a second. 

“Wonderful.” You answer confidently, smiling as you take another sip of wine. 

He cocks his head and narrows his eyes at you playfully, “Come on, drop the attitude please.”

“I don’t have an attitude.”

He smiles gently, “You don’t have to be like that with me. Not all the time.” 

You take a breath as you sit the wine glass back on the bar. You spin it slowly as you cock your head and blink back at him. He leans over the counter, taking a deep breath before he taps on your forehead.

“Are you okay here?”

You nod slowly, “I’m not a child.”

“I know that. I acknowledge that. I just want to make sure anyway.”

You take his hand in yours, bringing his fingers to your lips to kiss softly, “I’m okay.” You whisper, not wanting to admit that it’s kind of nice being able to relax your attitude, although briefly, “My pussy is sore,” you smile when he lets out a slight chuckle, “But I’m okay.”

His blue eyes bounce back and forth between your dark ones, “You’re sure?”

You smile slowly, kissing the tips of his fingers again, “Yes.”

“You’d tell me if you weren’t?” He asks, pushing his glasses up his nose.

You roll your eyes playfully, “Yes! Jesus, did you study psychology too?”

He bops your nose with his finger before he moves back to the small grill, “I have a friend who teaches psychology at Yale, maybe I picked something up from him.”

“Oooh,” you sing as you take another sip of your wine, “He sounds very sexy.”

Bucky cuts his eyes back towards you, “Stop it.” You laugh, prompting him to chuck a piece of shrimp at you as he smiles widely, “There is nothing sexy about Steve Rogers.”

“Steve Rogers? I love that name.” Your eyes widen suddenly, “Does he have his Doctorate? Is he Dr. Steve Rogers? Ugh, that’s hot.”

You wiggle your eyebrows as he stares back at you, his eyes squinted, his lips pursed, “What?” you ask innocently, “I’m totally not thinking about screaming out Dr. Rogers as he spanks me over his desk. Totally not.”

“You like doing this to me, do you?”

“What’s that, Mr. Barnes?”

“Making me jealous.”

You nod enthusiastically, “What gave me away?”

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This is possibly the best date you’ve ever had. You laugh wildly as you see just how nerdy he is as he recounts stories from his high school and college days. You didn’t realize how nice it would be to see him outside of school, to see him so relaxed and in his own space. It makes you relax - enables you to let your guard down, which is also really nice. It’s so nice, that you don’t even complain when he cuts you off after your second glass of wine and insists that you have water for the rest of the evening. 

You help him with the dishes once you’re both finished and let him take you by hand and lead you slowly through the house, giving you a small tour. 

“And this,” he says as he pushes through the door to his bedroom, “Is my room.”

You walk in in front of him, your eyes roaming over the spacious room. It’s a bachelor’s room for sure, the color scheme very dudeish, the large King sized bed the focal point of the room. You plop down onto the soft mattress, smoothing your hand over the dark blue bedspread as you glance over the flat screen TV hanging from the wall. Three large bay windows cover the wall to your left that give a great view of his sprawling backyard, complete with a Jacuzzi and pool. 

You jump off the bed and peek into the bathroom, smiling slowly as you find it everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Marble floor, a walk in shower and a garden tub, his and her bowl sinks sitting on the counter. 

“Mr. Barnes,” you start as you move back into the room, “A girl could certainly get used to this.”

He chuckles, “Good. I was a little worried you’d stick that rich little nose up in the air at my humble abode.”

You click your teeth, “No, I only do that to Cher, thank you.”

“Let’s not talk about her,” he titters, rolling his eyes as he walks up to you, “Let’s talk about getting you out of these clothes.”

You let out a soft breath as his nimble fingers start popping the buttons of your shirt. You keep your eyes on him and bite your bottom lip as he undoes each and every one before he pushes the white cotton shirt off of your shoulders. He crushes his chest into yours as he reaches behind your back with just one hand, unclasping your bra in one swift motion. 

He walks his fingers up your arms and over your shoulders as he leans in and sucks on your neck. Your eyes instantly close as you go kind of limp, letting your head roll to the side as you hum. He slips your bra straps down your arms and lets it fall to the floor between your feet. He lifts your arms and places them over his shoulders before he lifts you right from your feet. He carries you to the bed and lays you down, his hand behind your head, guiding you back onto the pile of pillows. 

He climbs on top of you and straddles your waist, keeping his mischievous eyes on you as he slowly undoes the buttons on his shirt. You push up onto your elbows, hungry to see his skin, to feel it against yours for the first time. He tosses it to the floor and you instantly reach forward, grazing your fingers over his chest and stomach. You lean forward and plant a kiss on his stomach, and then another, and another as you slide your hands along his back. 

You hear him chuckle again and you send your eyes back to his, smiling gently as he stares down at you. He cups your face in his hands and slides his thumb back and forth over your bottom lip and you couldn’t feel any better about yourself. You love being the apple of his eye - his perfect little princess. 

He works himself out of pants and pushes you back onto the mattress. He flattens his body on top of yours and attaches his lips back to your neck, kissing a trail between your breasts and down your stomach, right to the start of your skirt. He pulls away to lift each leg and remove your pristine white sneakers, dropping each one to the floor with a thud. He pulls at your skirt, unzipping the side zipper before he helps wiggle you free of it.

“Have I told you how much I like these?” He wonders aloud as he runs his fingers over your thigh high Adidas socks, “I don’t think I have. I really like these.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Barnes.” you answer, your voice sweet and thick. 

He grips your thighs, kneading your flesh before he spreads your legs. He settles between them as he flicks his eyes back to yours and rubs his prickly cheek against the inside of your thigh. You hiss at the friction, the soft sensation that ripples through your legs, making you tense suddenly. He drops a kiss just to the inside of your knee before he pushes his face to your sex, taking a deep breath to inhale your scent. 

You push your hips into him, encouraging him to touch you. You bite your lip again as he pushes his nose against your clit, the only thing between your flesh and his is your thin, wet panties. Within seconds, your panties join the rest of your clothing on the floor and your feet are dangling by his ears. 

You slam your eyes shut as he pushes his tongue through your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucks gently as his fingers skirt back to your breasts, grabbing your thick nipples. You push your hips into his face as he laps at your opening before pushing his tongue inside of your cunt. You grab his hand that covers your breast and roll your body as he devours you, flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves at your center before he sucks your folds into his mouth. 

You push your hand into his short hair, balling it in your fist as you buck your hips into his wonderfully skilled mouth. He kisses you quickly before he climbs up your body and crashes his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself. His kiss is hard and deep as he moans into you, his erection pushing against your sex. 

“How do you taste, Ms. Prescott?”

You exhale softly as your head swims in arousal and a dreamy haze, “Like sugar.”

“Mmmm,” he moans as he pushes his cock inside of you, making you gasp with the sudden intrusion, “You’re goddamn right, baby girl. You taste just like sugar.”

Your muscles ache as the dull soreness from your first encounter rips through you. It hurts - but it’s sweet. It’s a feeling you wish you could keep forever. You dig your fingernails into his forearms as he hovers over you, his mouth going slack, his eyes closing to slits as he gets used to the tightness of your pussy. You lean up and kiss him hard as you start to move your hips, pushing him deeper into you before he slides out just a bit. You lay back down and wrap your legs around his waist, still gripping his forearms in your hands.

You squeal loudly when he thrusts hard into you, this time not taking a second to breathe. He slams into you over and over and over, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room. You slam your head back on the pillows as he fucks you, ripples of pain quickly followed by rushes of intense pleasure coursing through your body. Just the thought of your pussy spreading for him, stretching out, just for him, makes you tense suddenly - your cunt squeezing him tighter. 

He falters - a deep groan slipping through his lips, “Christ,” he mumbles as he drops his head, leaning down to kiss you quickly. 

You squeeze your legs around his sides as he buries himself inside of you. The ache starts to bloom in your stomach after only a few minutes and rushes fast, much faster than the first time. You tense hard as your orgasm floods through your body seconds later. You dig your fingers into his skin as your thighs shake and your hips jerk up into his. 

He pulls you up and positions you in his lap as he sits indian style, “Oh no,” he starts as he nibbles on your lip, “I’m not finished with you yet, princess.”

He wraps your arms around his shoulders as he bounces you up and down on his dick, fucking you right through your orgasm. Muffled, jumbled words fall from your lips as you convulse, holding onto him for dear life. You drag your hands back through his hair, bunching it in yours hands as your bouncing tits graze against his hard chest. He fucks up into you without a care in the world - his lips curling into a wondrous smile as he tilts his head up towards you, just so he can watch you squirm. 

His fingers play with the ends of your braids, pulling gently at first but steadily adding more and more pressure until your head is craned towards the ceiling. You moan loudly as you bounce in his lap, flares of your orgasms still sparking within you. He crushes his chest to yours as his hot, wet lips press against your collar bone. He kisses up to the crook of your neck, his tongue darting out to swipe across the soft, sensitive skin before he bites down suddenly. 

You yelp as a sharp pain tears through you. You lean back, using your fingertips to hold on to his shoulders as his dick somehow starts to hit deeper than before. He leans forward and licks a path between your breasts before he circles your nipple, flicking his tongue against it. He takes your tit into his mouth, sucking hard as his hips continue to crush into yours. You fling your body back into his as you start to cum again. Your head falls back on your neck as you screech, your hands gripping his back as you melt around him. 

You start to feel a warmth ooze into you, Bucky’s cum filling your wet, sore cunt. He pushes his hips hard - fucking up into you with each spurt. You feel his cock jerk inside of you as he cums, his hand wrapping around your throat. You can barely hold yourself up, and you start to sway as your orgasm recedes back deep within you. 

He lets you fall back onto the mattress, his hands helping you down. Your eyes are heavy, your breaths hard, your body limp as he pulls out of you. You feel his weight shifting on the mattress and then his fingers between your folds, rubbing you gently. You jump when his lips press to the inside of your thigh, leaving behind sweet little kisses as he slips two fingers into your achy pussy. 

You whine instantly, rolling your hips as his fingers push against your sore muscles. He keeps his pace slow and his strokes gentle as he fingers you, shushing you all the while. He presses his thumb against the bundle of nerves at the apex of your hips and brushes his cheek and chin against your thighs. 

“You are such a good girl,” he whispers, “Taking all of me like that.” You roll your head and body, hissing and almost on the verge of tears from the stimulation, “Okay baby, okay,” he whispers, stopping his gentle assault with his fingers. 

He keeps his digits buried inside of you as he kisses up to your stomach, down the creases of your your legs, over your hot sex and back to your thighs. He finally pulls out of you and crawls over your spent body and settles on his side next you. 

He palms the side of your face and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip before he leans in to kiss you again - soft and slow. His fingers slip down to your breasts, sweeping over your nipples before he palms them both, squeezing gently before he kisses each one.

“These are beautiful,” he whispers as he brushes the tips of his fingers between your breasts, “My pretty girl.”

You start to shiver slightly, from the cool air rushing from the ac and the light brushes of his fingertips over your skin. He brushes his large palm over your face, leaning it to place another gentle kiss at the corner of your mouth. He slides his hands underneath your limp body and lifts you, cradling you to him as he carries you into the bathroom.

“Wherewegoin’?” you slur as you hear a stream of water start to rush. 

“Bath time,” he says softly, keeping you in his arms as he adjusts the water temperature, “You got blood all over me.”

You nuzzle into his chest as your cheeks start to flush with heat, embarrassment flooding through you, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He says sternly, not wanting you to be ashamed, “It’s perfectly normal. Okay?” You nod quickly, “You have something for your hair?”

“My bag.”

He sits you on your feet on the soft mat just outside of his shower. He keeps his hand on your back until you steady yourself before he pulls away and disappears from the bathroom. He reemerges minutes later, your flower patterned shower cap and a scrunchy in his hand. He sweeps your braids over your shoulders before he pulls it up into a tight bun. He peeks over your shoulder as he lowers the cap over your head, making sure every strand is covered sufficiently before he lifts you again. 

You hiss a little when the heat of the water hits your sensitive skin. He sits your back on your feet gently and adjusts the water, his chest flat against your back until he sees you relax underneath the forceful stream. He plucks the detachable wand from the wall and sweeps it over your chest and shoulders, along your back and then back around your waist and stomach.

He flattens his hand on your stomach as he pushes the wand lower, down to your achy sex and thighs. You watch as the water mixes with your blood as it pushes down your legs and swirls around the drain before it disappears. He reattaches the wand and reaches for his loofah, squeezing a dollop of body wash onto it before he starts to wash you. 

He starts at your collarbones with a circular motion. He sweeps over each breast and then underneath them, wanting to clean every crevice of you. He moves down to your stomach, around each thigh before he kneels to clean your calves and feet. You turn and lean against him as soon as he stands, wrapping your arms around him as he washes your back and shoulders. 

You separate from him for only as long as it takes him to wash his own body before you fall back into him, the warmth of the water and him radiating through you. The water turns off, but before the cool air can chill your skin, you’re wrapped up in a fluffy, tan towel. He pushes his hands up and down your back and arms a few times before he reaches for his own and towels off quickly - leaving droplets of water on his shoulders and chest. He throws it over his head and roughly dries his hair before discarding the towel to the floor.

He takes you by the hand and leads you back into the bedroom, pointing you towards the bench in front of his bed. He starts stripping the it in all of his nakedness, moving around you as he covers the mattress in a fresh, clean pair of pale blue sheets. Once he’s finished, you’re lifted again and stripped of your towel before you’re laid down, flat on your back. He rummages through your bag, finding your lotion and squirts some into the palm of his hand. He rubs the natural moisturizer into your skin, paying acute attention to every inch of your skin before he flips you over onto your stomach to repeat his actions. 

You’re half asleep when you feel his weight press into the mattress again. The room is dark now with only a soft light from the muted tv. The curtains are drawn, the house locked up tight as he pulls you into his body, crushing his chest into your back as he positions you on your side. You feel his fingers brush over your shoulder as he pushes your hair over it - his dick hardening and pushing into your ass as he pushes a leg between yours. 

You gasp hard when he slips into you again, your eyes fluttering as your pussy spreads from him once more. He pushes his hips softly into yours as he cups your breasts in his large palms, his lips pressing against your arm. He nibbles and bites as he fucks you for the third time of the day, nice and slow, until you’re quivering from another orgasm, hot tears streaming down your face as you’re overcome by all of the stimulation again. 

He presses sweet, slow, warm kisses down your spine as you calm down, lulling you into the best night of sleep you’ve ever had.

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SATURDAY.

The clock hanging from the patio flips to two fifteen pm. Your hair is pulled into another bun as you push through the water of his swimming pool. You’re still in the shallow end, standing on your tiptoes as you sip on a fruity cocktail he’s supplied you with and admiring the cute amazon, same day delivered bathing suit he bought for you last night after you fell asleep. You cut your eyes back towards him as he moves out onto the patio again, a plate full of cheese, fruit, crackers, and slices of meat.

You watch with a slight smirk on your face and the small glass pressed against your lips as he moves towards the pool and steps onto the first step, and then the second, before he’s waist deep. He sits the plate of food on the edge of the pool and takes a swig of his beer before he pops a small square of cheese into his mouth. You move over to him, latching onto his back and wrapping your long legs around his waist as you reach over his shoulder to grab a grape. 

“How’s your drink?”

“Mmm,” you hum as you chew up the grape before piling a cracker high with thinly sliced salami and a square of muenster cheese, “Super good. Strawberry margaritas are my favorite.”

“Says every teenage girl ever.”

You giggle, but playfully swat at his shoulder as he twists in your arms to face you, “You’ve entertained many teenage girls, have you?”

“Of course not.” He answers, furrowing his brows at the insinuation. You scoff and roll your eyes as he pushes you both deeper into the water, “I haven’t, you’re the first.”

Your eyes wander his face as a sense of pride swells in your chest, “Really?”

“Really. I used to have morals. My career meant something to me.”

“And it doesn’t now?” You laugh. 

“It does, but if anybody finds out about us, I’m royally fucked. I’ll never work again.”

You flatten your forehead to his and rub noses before you kiss him quickly, “Nobody is gonna find out, I promise.”

He takes the opportunity to scoff himself, “I mean it. Listen, with as much weed and coke that Peter sells to the students and the faculty of that place, he’d be the first to know if there were any rumblings. He’d shut that shit down quick.”

Mr. Barnes quirks his eyebrow, “Oh, would he now?”

“Stop it,” you say, clicking your teeth, “It’s nothing like that. He and I just go way back, is all. His dad works with mine. He watches my back, I watch his.”

“And Cher?”

You roll your eyes again, “She who shall not be mentioned has entirely too much dirt on her to rock the boat with any sort of accusations. She’d be finished at that school, she can’t afford that.” You take another sip of your margarita as he stares back at you, his eyes searching yours, “I mean it! You’re safe, I promise.”

“I suppose,” he sighs, “Plus, I don’t think I could give you up if I had to, your pussy is too good.”

”Ugh,” you toss your head back as he presses his fingers against your sex, “I’m so sore.” You laugh.

“Don’t say that,” he warns, pressing harder, “It turns me on.”

You groan, but it’s mixed with a laugh. You need a break, but you also want him to ravish you again, becoming quite accustomed to the feeling of his cock keeping you full. He twirls you around in the water, his fingers splayed over your back. You throw your arms over his shoulders and cock your head as you gaze back into his deep blues. You kiss him slowly, moaning at how much you like the feeling of his lips on yours. 

You push your tongue into his warm mouth and let it explore - pushing up to the roof of his mouth before sliding it along his own. You suck on his tongue lightly before you bite down on his bottom lip suddenly, drawing a hiss from him. 

“Feisty for somebody who’s begging for a break.” 

You shrug before finishing off your margarita, “I can take whatever you wanna give, Professor Barnes.”

“Such a champ,” he answers, wiggling his eyebrows, “Can I confess something?” He asks as his fingers push into your bottoms to cup your ass. 

“Of course.”

He brings his lips to your ear, “I like making you cry.” He whispers, “I like seeing you so vulnerable and almost... weak. That’s not a side of you that you like to show very often. Makes me feel like you trust me.”

“I do trust you.” 

You feel his cock twitch at your words.

He smirks back at you, “Looks like you aren’t catching a break today, Ms. Prescott.”

“Works for me.”

“Tell me,” he starts, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your behind as he starts moving towards the steps, “What’s something you want to try in bed?”

“Exactly that.” you laugh as you bounce with each of his steps.

“What?”

“I want you to spank me as you finger my pussy.”

“Good God,” he laughs as he steps out of the pool, water splashing onto the ground from his trunks, “You didn’t even have to think about it?”

“I’ve been thinking about it since I was fifteen! I’ve just finally found someone to do it with.”

He collects his beer and moves to one of the chairs underneath one of the large pool umbrellas, setting you on your feet before he plops down. He pulls you over his lap without another word and pulls your bottoms over your ass and down your legs. You hear him take a swig of his beer before he sits it down next to his chair. He smooths his hands over your bare, damp skin, kneading it gently before he levels a quick slap, jolting your forward. 

You push a hard breath out of your mouth as he starts to rub your skin again. He smacks you again, and then a second time on the other cheek in quick succession. You moan as your pussy starts to throb, becoming slick. He pushes a hand between your legs and presses his fingers against your flesh, rubbing big, slow circles against your sex. He spanks you again and you grunt, wiggling your hips as you push your ass higher into the air. 

He slides his fingers between your wet lips, coating his fingers with your slick before he slides them inside of your cunt, pushing as deep as he can. He spanks you again and again and again, each one harder than the one before as he fingers curl inside of you. He fucks your tingly pussy with his thick digits as you beg for more - beg for him to spank you harder, faster, as you push back into his oncoming hand. 

He obliges every one of your requests - until you’re squirting all over his lap. Your ass is hot and tingly, your clit convulsing, your pussy quivering around his fingers as he fucks you right through the intense orgasm. Once you’ve calmed, he withdraws from you and goes back to soothing your irritated, burning skin, picking up his beer and swallowing the golden liquid slowly. 

He pulls you upright in one swift, fast motion, making you slightly dizzy. He tilts your head back and brings the rim of his beer bottle to your lips and tips it slowly until a steady stream pours into your open mouth. You guzzle it down, not caring that some dribbles down your chin and onto your chest. When he pulls it away, you wipe crudely at your lips with your fingers before you grab his hand and shove his sticky fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. 

He slips his trunks down his hips, just enough to spring his cock free. You wrap your hand around him and stroke him gently before you straddle his waist. You feel his hands on your back as you guide him towards your entrance, sitting down on him slowly. You let out a soft breath as you wiggle slowly, adjusting your insides to his size. He undoes the string of your bikini top and tosses it to the ground as you start to move on top of him. He grabs his beer and takes another swig as you ride him, his eyes on your tits as they jiggle and bounce. 

The two of you lose the afternoon fucking on his patio underneath the shade of one of his large pool umbrellas. Once you’re spent, thoroughly fucked and sore to the point where you can barely move, he feeds you random pieces of fruit and little cracker sandwiches piled high with meat and cheese. He hydrates you with an ice cold bottle of water, tilting it to your lips and letting you drink before he pours a little over your chest to help cool down your hot skin. 

He carries you inside after a while and bathes you slowly in his garden tub, before he lays you out on his bed in all of your nakedness to let you nap as he starts dinner. This is turning out to be the best weekend of your fucking life.

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SUNDAY.

You lurch forward with each of his strokes, your head craned towards the ceiling as he pulls on the ends of your braids. You grip the sheets in your hands as he fucks you from behind - his hand gripping your side so hard that he just might leave bruises behind. Not that you mind - you’ll have a terrible time trying to cover all of the others he’s splattered across your flesh over the weekend. 

You peek over your shoulder and catch him watching the connection between the two of you. He watches your body swallow him up, the jiggle of your ass when it slams against his stomach, and then the reappearance of his cock before he’s buried deep in you again. You squeeze your pussy tight around him, wanting him to be the first to come for a change. He slaps your behind - a stern warning - but you don’t relent, you just keep on squeezing, keep on slamming back into him until he can’t stand it any longer. 

His grunts are loud and deep as he spills into you. He tightens the grip on your hair, pulling hard as his cock spits over and over, filling you up to the brim. You feel his spunk spill back out of your fucked pussy and slide down the inside of your thigh. 

He flips you over onto your back and slaps at your thighs, wanting you to keep them open. He pushes his cock through your folds, the tip of him tickling your clit. He pushes his knees into the backs of your thighs and rubs your clit with the pads of his fingers before he slaps at it gently. He replaces his fingers with his dick, slapping it against you as his free hand reaches up to fondle one of your nipples. 

He rolls your thick skin gently between his fingers, and then pinches and tweaks it as he continues to slap his dick against your sensitive bud, pushing you closer and closer to another release. He releases your nipple to slip his hand between your legs to push them just inside of you - fingering your wet hole. He slaps his dick against your bud a few more times and a geyser erupts from you. Your entire body shakes with your orgasm as you spew your sweet juices all over his stomach. 

He continues to tease you, patting your clit with his fingers until he’s sucked every last drop from you. You cover your face with your arm as you pant, your body jerking involuntarily as random sparks of electricity bounce through you. Mr. Barnes slips his hands through your tits, flattening and spreading his fingers along your skin as you bite down into your bottom lip. 

“Jesus,” you mutter.

“That’s what you get, naughty girl.” He says, falling onto the mattress beside you.

He pulls you on top of him, and you nuzzle into his chest and neck, dropping sloppy kisses to his jaw and throat, “I’ll be naughty a little more often then.”

“You’re such a brat.” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your back. 

“You love it.” You mumble, placing one last kiss to the middle of his chest before you settle down into his warm body again.

You close your eyes as he starts to stroke your back with his finger tips, up and down, up and down, up and down your spine in a slow rhythm. You drift off after a few minutes, not sure how long has passed when you suddenly pop your eyes back open. You rub your face as you shift on top of him, glancing up to see his glasses adorning his face one again as he taps on his phone. 

“Who are you talking to?” you ask absentmindedly, placing your head back on his chest.

“Cher.”

You snap your head up, pushing away from his chest as your eyes narrow. His body starts to shake with laughter underneath you. You scoff loudly and start to roll off of him, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist to hold you still. 

“Oh, relax! Learn how to take a joke.”

“I can take a joke, asshole,” you hiss back, “She is no joking matter.”

He chuckles as he forces you to lay back down on him and tosses his phone to the other side of the bed, “Remember my buddy Steve I was talking about?”

You huff, but cuddles back into him, “Dr. Sexy, I remember.”

“Stop it,” he says, pinching your side playfully, “Anyway, they’ve got visits coming up. I was asking if they were full yet, in case you wanted to check them out.”

You perk up again, “Really?”

“Ummhmm. Is Yale on your list?”

“Of course it is! Yale, Harvard, Dartmouth, Princeton - Cornell and Brown as backups.” You start to kiss all over his face, over his eyes and nose, lips and cheeks as he chuckles, “You’re incredible.”

“Oooh,” He bucks his hips into yours playfully, “I like the sound of that. He’s gonna put you on the list. He also let me know that there’s an opening for a Philosophy Professor in the fall.”

You gasp, sitting up right and drumming your fingers against his broad, shapely chest, “Are you gonna apply?”

He shrugs as he gazes up at you, “I kinda like teaching you privileged assholes.”

Your face falls as you poke out your bottom lip, “But we’ll be so far away from each other. You’ll probably start fucking somebody else next year and forget all about me.”

“You’ll do the same.” He laughs, “You’ll fuck Steve and won’t even remember my name.”

You slap at his chest, making him laugh again, “I will not. Well, I mean,” you toss your eyes towards the ceiling, “I’ll fuck him, yeah, but I won’t forget about you.” 

He pinches your sides again and you squeal, squirming away from him as you fill the room with laughter, “Come on, apply for it. Pwease?” You beg, “It’ll be fun going off to a new school together.”

He smiles up at you as he pushes his hands up and down your thigh, “I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll convince you.” You say confidently, nodding slowly.

“Will you now?”

“Yes.” You answer simply.

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes before he pulls you back down to his chest, “Time for bed, Ms. Prescott. We’ve got school tomorrow.” He says, flipping off the lamp and taking a deep breath, “What time do you want me to wake you tomorrow?”

“Same time you get up. That’ll give me time to suck you off in the shower.”

He chortles again, “That’s one way to get the day started.”

“Well, you know what they say, don’t you?”

“No, Ms. Prescott. What do they say?”

“Cock is the most important meal of the day.”

He laughs loudly as he squeezes you to him, planting a kiss to the top of your head, “I’ve got to be the luckiest man on the planet.”

“Indeed you are, Professor.”

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