#i just feel like it isn't gonna pick up with the same heavy tone the teaser and the finale have

[vernon-s-whore]

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⇾idol!soobin x employee!afab!reader

⇾word count: 3411 words

⇾a/n: i'm thirsty for dom!soobin these days so here we are. Soobin might be slightly ooc here but hey this is fantasy right? This isn't proofread so forgive any typos

summary: being a hybe employee is hard work. Having to run around the floors with a vibrator inside you is even harder.

warnings: smut galore. also dumb stuff in this one because i usually don't write idol x employee (that would probably make the employee lose their job) but here we are shower sex, exhibitionism(?), orgasm control, lowkey fisting ig, overstimulation, unprotected sex, size kink ig?, squirting, slight dumbification, dom!soobin, sub!reader

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"I don't think i will cry," you cross your arms with a huff. "I don't think toys really do work that well."

Soobin tilts his head regarding you with an amused expression, "Then you wouldn't mind putting this in, right? It's so small, you probably won't even feel it," he continues in a mockingly sympathetic tone.

"I'm not gonna put it in," you shake your head, adamant. "Not at work!"

Soobin sighs, tossing the lilac vibrator onto the bed. "Fine... i spent fifty dollars on this and for what." He mutters, dramatically exiting the room.

He was losing his shit over a dumb thing, really. The two of you had made a deal last night that whoever could hold out for longer would get to make the other person do anything. Soobin... won. Don't ask how.

Bottom line is, Soobin wanted you to keep a bluetooth vibrator in while working. Now, you stood by your opinion that toys only work to a certain extent for you personally. But also you were secretly scared of losing control in front of your coworkers; that someone would find out that you and Soobin were fucking around and this would be the worst way to get exposed.

You picked up the little pill shaped toy. It was small. And heavy with a little rubber string at the end. Small enough that no one would probably know if you did what Soobin asked. It won't be visible for sure. And you were pretty confident in your self control.

You decided to give it a chance.

"Binnie?" You call, walking out of the room, rolling the toy in your hand. He is sitting in the living room and gets up immediately at the sound of his name.

"Listen i'm sorry for pushing you like that, i didn't think it thro-"

"Let's try it," you cut him off. "We'll be careful and have a safeword in place but let's try."

He looks at you with round eyes, lips going in their inevitable involuntary pout, "Really?"

"Yeah," you nod, feeling more confident than before. You could handle this much. Besides, Soobin never takes the lead in stuff like this so it's kind of refreshing.

"I'm gonna come over early morning tomorrow then," he grins, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. "Wanna put it in you myself."

You feel an involuntary heat bubble in you at the vulgarity of his words, spoken so casually, so you simply nod.

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You slept poorly, too excited and horny to properly rest. You bolt out of your room when the doorbell rings, covered in just a towel since you were about to go into the shower. It's Soobin, of course. Who else would ring your doorbell at the unholy morning hour of 6:00 am.

Both of your schedules start at 8 meaning this would have to be a quick session.

Soobin looks the same as you, puffy eyed and excitable if not worse, dark circles stark against his pale skin, mop of inky black hair sticking to his forehead.

"Were you going to shower?" He rubs his eyes, stumbling into the apartment and toeing off his shoes. "I'm joining you, hold on."

"I'm going in," you shiver in the cold air of your apartment, practically naked, scampering back into your steam filled bathroom. You can hear Soobin behind you, mumbling something about the To-Do episode they were supposed to film. He enters the bathroom completely stripped naked, stepping into the shower like it's daily routine before wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head at the nape of your neck.

Water splatters against your front, on Soobin's hands which lean down between your legs with no preamble. This was a slightly different Soobin than you were used to, bold, unhesitant and almost commanding in the way he pulled your ass flush against his cock, fingers slipping between your folds before letting one long digit enter you. You buck your hips involuntarily, almost slipping on the wet floor but he's got you, his arm an unforgiving solid band against your chest, breathing heavy as he explores your insides with a finger.

"Soobin f-fuck me already," you hiss when he pressed against your g-spot, curling his finger up to hit that ridged area.

"Patience. I'm letting a piece of plastic take my place, I deserve to have it to myself for some time," he speaks softly, making goosebumps rise on your skin despite the hot water, despite the steam, your nipples hardening the longer he dragged that single finger in and out of you, only to be replaced with emptiness when he pulls away.

"Face the wall," he instructs you before kneeling carefully on the rough tile.

"why?" you frown but do as you're told.

"Bend over slightly," he says, one of his hands squeezing you ass. Thank god you had shaved. You did as he asked, bending over, exposing yourself to him. In the limited space of the shower cubicle, you were surprised this was working out. His face was, quite literally, level with your cunt, which he definitely took advantage of, giving your clit an experimental lick before grabbing your thighs and letting his tongue run amok between your folds.

You felt like you might pass out with the combined effect of steam and being eaten out but you didn't. You did, however, buck your hips, trying to get away from Soobin's incessantly teasing tongue, the plush lips pressing against your clit, how he sucked just hard enough to make your whimper his name but never enough to make you unravel; your orgasm building up slowly and steadily. He pushed one finger inside you, which stung a little, considering the shower was washing away all the arousal your body was producing. This time he pushed the second one in before your body could adjust, lips pressing chaste kisses to your thighs as he pressed a third finger to your taxed hole, "You okay, baby? You haven't said anything for a while."

"I-," you swallowed, unable to articulate your thoughts. Through the stinging, the heat, the stretch. Your confidence in not losing control today at the company... yeah you weren't so confident anymore. "Too.. much."

"Is it too much?" his voice is tinged with worry, and he almost retracts his fingers but your whine stops him, "Don't stop binnie-"

"Oh," he grins to himself, curling the three fingers inside you around, searching for the nerve which have your hands clawing on the bathroom wall.

"Baby can i put in a fourth finger?" He asks, rubbing gentle circles on your thighs with his free hand.

"wanna cum, binnie," you whimper, hand reaching down between your legs, touching his knuckles briefly before coming back up to circle your clit. He pushes your hand away, not harshly but with enough force that you know not to mess around.

He gently eases in his fourth finger and you almost cry from the stretch. You don't even notice that the water cascading on both of you has been turned off, the steam dissipating, sticking to the walls.

"That's it baby," he coos, "Such a good girl." He notices your trembling thighs, the milky fluid dripping down his knuckles. "Think you can take another one?"

"Will you l-let me cum if i do?" You question, not without a tremor in your voice. You had never thought your morning would turn so intense.

"Of course i will," Soobin answers. He pistons the four fingers in and out first for a few minutes, properly aware of how your toes were curling against the cold tile. Your little gasps told him he was doing pretty okay for himself. When you moan his name, he almost cums, his cock is that hard. But he wanted to cum inside you. Was feeling oddly territorial of you knowing what you both were planning to do at the office today. He nudges your hole slightly more, adjusting his thumb to fit beside his other fingers. They were so much larger, so much thicker than your own you could feel it all too much.

"G-Gonna cum Binnie," you choke out a moan as he begins moving again, milky fluid coating all five of his digits. It might just have been the singular most erotic thing he has seen; you bent over, holding onto the wall, toes curled, thighs trembling, breasts swaying with every little push and pull of his hand. The whimpers coming from your mouth go straight to his cock and now he needs to be buried inside you. He quickens his pace, your little gasps turning into little whimpers, which turn into moans of his name.

"S-Soobin ah-" you choke when you feel his lips wrap around your clit, tongue flicking against the bud in such a maddeningly quick pace that you cry out when you climax, knees going weak. He holds you up against the wall, slick covered hand now out of you, leaving you empty, mouth still continuing its onslaught of pleasure on you. You feel your cunt flutter helplessly with your orgasm, Soobin's big palms holding you up with ease. Your hands reach down, carding through his hair so weakly it's almost pathetic but he rubs against your palm like a puppy, unlatching himself from your clit, lips all pouty and pink.

"I need to be in you," he says quickly standing up.

"We might get late, do it quick," you say softly, turning on the shower on a slightly colder setting.

"Oh i'm definitely not gonna last long after the show you gave," he chuckles, slightly embarrassed. He gives his cock a few pumps, current wire of pleasure already triggering just from that. You brace your back towards the wall and raise one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist. He enters you quickly, and with your orgasm and arousal coating you, the slip-and-slide is easy. He buries his face in your neck, kissing, biting, not hard enough to leave marks but nibbling on the thin skin there.

Your cunt flutters around him, clenching when he hits your g-spot, slightly overwhelming your nerve endings which have not yet recovered from your previous climax. His hips move fast, bringing him close to completion quickly.

"I can cum inside yeah?" He groans looking at you for confirmation.

You nod, thighs trembling again under the onslaught of his dancer hips. He climaxes with a groan, pressing his nose against your collarbone, bucking into you a few times before stilling. The grip he has on your thigh wrapped around him is bruising hard, but you don't mind because you get to see his face contort and bliss out right in front of you. Get to hear all those heavenly sounds coming from his lips.

"We should really take a shower now," you pant, as he pulls himself out of you, once again leaving you empty.

"Yeah," he nods.

Your shower takes less than ten minutes, which is surprising since Soobin is known for long showers. He lathers shampoo into your hair giggling when you say you feel like a kid in front of his height.

"Think of all the real kids who're smaller than you," his fingers massage your scalp. "I must look like a titan to them."

You're too short to actually reach his head so he shampoos himself. With the shower done, you put on your bra and shirt, waiting for Soobin to get dressed.

"Okay, you ready?" he takes out the lilac vibrator, from his bag, sitting on your bed casually. You feel exposed in front of him. He's fully dressed while you're not wearing any pants. Heat rushes to your face when he beckons you forward and you stand between his jeans clad legs.

"Should i use lube?" He questions, rummaging in his bag.

"Yeah, but not too much or it will ruin my pants," you answer.

He hums, slipping his fingers between your legs like it's no big deal.

"You're different today," you say, grabbing onto his shoulder for balance. "More... assertive."

"I am?" He glances up, sliding one lube soaked finger down your slit before pushing it in. "Is that bad?"

You shake your head, "A little different but not bad-" you gasp when he slides in another lubed finger inside.

"I'm gonna put the vibrator in now," he says since you can't see what he's doing. He pulls you partly onto the bed so your legs are open over his lap and then proceeds to fumble around blindly for the little toy. You hand it to him with a chuckle which dies out soon when you feel the blunt object push against your cunt. You open up easily but it's the first time you have had something inside you that isn't... well isn't human.

Soobin pushes it in with one finger, watching it disappear between your folds. When he is sure it won't slip out he retracts his hand. You can't really feel anything when he makes you stand and put on your underwear.

"Feeling okay?" He asks, smiling when you nod. "Walk around a little then."

"Why?"

"Just do it, i want to know what you're feeling," he reclines back onto the bed glancing at the clock. 7:03 a.m. Enough time to reach the company building.

You shrug but walk around a little, realising what Soobin was talking about. Although you couldn't feel the toy while standing up, you could definitely feel it while moving around, clenching onto it almost involuntarily. It made you feel needy.

"It's like," you pause, trying to articulate your thoughts. "Like someone is pulling everything inside me down."

Soobin hums, 'is that good or bad?"

You walk towards him, breath hitching slightly at the delicious pressure inside you, "Good."

"Good girl," he says kissing your forehead. "Let's get to work hm? Remember i can control it with my phone if I'm in the same room as you."

You nod.

"And if you feel too overwhelmed, just say or text me your safeword," he cups your cheek, eyes so innocently wide you can't reconcile him with the crooning, merciless man inside the bathroom.

"Watermelon is the safeword then," you say, leaning into him, pressing a kiss on his lips.

He smiles, dimples appearing and you have to resist the urge to pepper his face with kisses.

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You have been running around for two hours with the surprisingly heavy toy massaging your insides, keeping you on the brink of orgasm but in no way enough to get you there. Thankfully Soobin hasn't been in the same room as you since morning, but in an hour they had a To-Do shoot in the building and you, being temporary assistant manager would have to be there.

You realise you were right about your apprehension when you see the glint in Soobin's eye. See his hand almost immediately reach for his phone, unmindful of his makeup artist for a second.

You gulp, anticipating the vibration but the breath is still knocked out of your when it does start, surprisingly intense. And with the hours of sitting inside you, keeping you on the bring of cumming, you almost cry out at how quickly you are about to climax. The toy presses against you g-spot precisely, making you shaky in the knees. You try walking towards one of the chairs, almost collapsing in it.

Soobin sees you and you feel the vibration turn off. Orgasm ruined.

Your breathing is slightly harsh and one of the producers looks a little worriedly at you.

"Are you okay?" She asks, waiting for the cameras to be set up.

You nod, "just... cramps you know?" The PD smiles sympathetically before returning to her station. The boys are wearing overalls with white shirts and look a fine balance of cute and hot. Okay, Soobin looks hotter but that's because you're biased. You're about to get up when you feel the vibrator turn on again, slight hum audible to you as the speed is racked up.

You look wide-eyed at Soobin who is taking his place at the stage. He gives the slightest smile to you before getting into the script.

You need to hold back from moaning. Stick it out for what? Thirty minutes? Then they will take a break and you can beg him to turn it off.

You pretend you aren't on the brink of orgasm and watch the filming alongside your coworkers, shame and arousal both warring in you. Shame of doing this in the presence of all your seniors, supervisors, but also arousal that Soobin has such a hold on you, that it's Soobin's doing that your underwear is drenched right now and your knees are weak.

Ten minutes pass gloriously slowly, and you feel the sped up vibration against your walls. But since your standing it isn't too intense. You decide to remain standing, and so, twenty minutes pass. Then thirty. You're sweating, holding onto a table in a white-knuckled grip. They aren't taking a break.

Your supervisor, their manager, says to continue filming for thirty more minutes before break. Soobin frowns the slightest bit but gets back into his role. Your head hangs low, the throbbing pleasure in your cunt just shy of climax. You wanna cum so bad that tears are springing to your eyes, the longer Soobin continues filming.

He said to keep it inside. He didn't say don't cum. Your mind whispers to you. You stumble away from the recording room, almost falling in the corridor, heading to the bathroom.

Just once. If you could get yourself off just once, you would be fine. You hold onto the wall, looking for all the world like someone sick, as long as they don't look too closely at your flushed face, your dilated pupils.

You arrive at the bathroom and almost cry out in relief entering one of the cubicles and lowering the lid before sitting down on your makeshift "chair". Almost immediately, the pressure quadruples and you have to bite your sleeve to stop yourself from crying out. With shaking fingers you unbutton your jeans, pushing them and your underwear (which is completely soaked) past your knees.

You run your index over your clit, wincing at the the spike of pleasure that runs through you. You dip a finger inside you, checking if the vibrator is still in place. It is still, very much pressed against your g-spot, humming intensely. Your eyes roll back as your circle your clit in tandem with the vibrator, hips bucking as you suppress a whimper against your palm, legs spread wide in the company bathroom like some alley-cat fingering yourself to orgasm.

Your phone buzzes with a text from Soobin.

Do you need to safeword?

You open the camera on a whim, unable to type out what you are doing with one hand and let it focus at your crotch, your fingers rubbing hard little circles on your clit, small gasps audible with how close the phone is to your face.

With the knowledge that Soobin will be watching this, will watch you fingers yourself in the company bathroom, you cum without warning, liquid gushing between your legs. You had squirted from all the stimulation and almost end up dropping the phone because of the force of your orgasm, the slightest of squeaks escaping you and you hope no one is in the bathroom to hear it.

You finger yourself till your orgasm passes, slightly embarrassed that you squirted but at least your cunt wasn't throbbing anymore. (Or so you thought)

You hit send on the video and pulled out some toilet paper to clean yourself up, able to feel the vibrations inside you but they're a little muted. You make yourself presentable and exit the cubicle, washing you hands at the sink.

When you step outside you see Soobin standing in the corridor, fixated on his phone. You notice he is wearing earphones. He looks up from the screen with an unreadable expression.

You feel slightly embarrassed and try to return quickly to your post.

"At least you kept it in," Soobin says, loud enough that only you can hear. "Didn't expect you to be such a good girl." His tone is bordering on teasing. You keep walking. His footsteps speed up, easily keeping in stride with you.

"Keep it in a little while longer okay?" He says and walks ahead of you as you come to a halt. You were in for a long day.

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a/n: should we have a part 2? i feel like this could be an AU just like Hueningkai x Best Friend!Reader Au

#kpop smut #txt smut #kpop imagines #soobin smut #soobin fanfic #choi soobin smut #smut #txt imagines #txt fluff

[sathellio]

it's the genloss ep 2 anniversary! which means I'm gonna share my thoughts as I rewatch it for the first time in, uh, a few months. enjoy!

1. the Dread I felt at the beginning of this episode watching it live Oh Boy

2. already jamming to the soundtrack

3. "every single bicycle"

4. I love Jerma's speaking cadence as the Puzzler it's so good, especially in the first room

5. it's really interesting to me how the majority of people instinctually pick the middle key

6. the rats <3

7. THE FLIP BETWEEN THE FILTER AND REALITY IS SO GOOD RAHH

8. "another hot wheel?" "vroom"

9. I love the Puzzler's theatrics with the TV and having Rae throw a tape in before he would show himself. he's so dramatic lmao

10. "oh shit a rat!"

11. I think it's cool how each episode becomes more real. like, ep 1 was treated like a sitcom (the characters didn't know they were on a show at all, cameras were treated as if they weren't there), ep 2 they know the cameras are there, but it doesn't really click until the very end, ep 3 they're all Aware. just a neat progression

12. I've been wondering why Sneeg's hat breaks the filter in this ep when he always wears it in the first, but it finally clicked (maybe I'm just a little silly, oops). it's a break of character. this Sneeg "isn't really a hat guy" bc he's a Different Character. the hat crosses wires in a way, and that discrepancy causes the filter to break. I think anyway

13. the please hold is wild /pos

14. oo the hat goes back on in Evil Sneeg mode aka brainwash mode

15. god the long pause when Sneeg gets "reset" and the camera's focus goes in and out is SO GOOD

16. "I see the light" is out, "I'm going upstream" is in. thank you carousel fish talk

17. human sized mousetrap would go so hard (not really related but still)

18. the "it's a push" with the candy room door lmao

19. when Vinny was joining them I didn't notice Sneeg say "they gotta go through a bullet too?" lmao

20. the entire laser room is so goofy

21. the fact that Showfall can canonically teleport people is wild

22. there's at least two solutions for the long pipe puzzle we didn't actually get to do (I know because I found another one while it was on screen), and now I wanna know how many solutions there are just for funsies

23. Jerma breaking the door >>>

24. OOO in the wardrobe room Ranboo says "where should I look?" in the Same Tone they used in ep 1 when we actually helped them search. when they got "reset" (aka scruffed by an employee while walking through the door), they definitely got some memories messed up/some heavy controlling considering they're not nearly as worried about things as they were before. maybe that's why he reverts to ep 1 mannerisms. fresh reset = fresh mannerisms and speaking patterns (I definitely noticed this before but I'm appreciating it again shh)

25. also Sneeg trying to spell something = ep 1 reference

26. the wardrobe room gives DND party that took the puzzle in the completely wrong direction but it's funny so the DM doesn't wanna say anything

27. the Puzzler says he's been doing this for 30 years. implications

28. Rubik's cube moment

29. imagine Showfall casual Fridays. that'd be so silly. cosplayers please

30. the moment Ranboo locks eyes with the camera I still feel so much dread. what a cinematic moment. dare I say life changing

31. THE MALLLLLL

okay! see y'all in two days for ep 3 <3

#generation loss #genloss

[underpaid-paragon]

Your VTM comic book covers are simply GORGEOUS, I'm totally in awe! How did you get the super cool halftone/coloured dots effect? It looks super cool and realistic, I love it! Have a lovely day! :)

Thank you so much!

So to get the halftones, I use an old-ass tutorial I got off deviantArt literally....more than a decade ago? (Rosalarian's Golden Age Tutorial). The account appears to be deactivated, but I'll go through the steps here:

For reference, I bounce between Clip Studio Paint and a very old-ass copy of Photoshop, but if you're using other programs that have fun pixelate filters and you can change the color mode, you should be ok.

NOW...

Ink your drawing in straight black on its own layer

Block your colors on another layer (I hunted up some old comic color palettes thanks to madformidcentury dot com/2013/10/mid-century-color-palette-in-comics dot html)

Turn off any and all blackwork (this is INCREDIBLY important), and take your colorwork into Photoshop. (if there are any gaps in your color work, fill a separate layer with white and then merge the layers so it's all solid)

Set the mode to CMYK

Go to Artistic Filters >> Pixelate >> Color Halftone (the only thing I mess around with is the size of the dots; the default for my era of Photoshop is 8 and that's a lil big for my taste--all the VTM covers are between 4-6. It's up to your own best judgement, but I go by how "readable" things look--does the face still look like a face at a reasonable distance or is it just a smudge? If it's not readable, undo and change your dot size)

Add 3 new layers to your document and LABEL THEM: Cyan, Magenta, and Yellow

Then go to your channels panel and click on the Cyan layer to make a selection of it

Back to your Layers panel, make sure you're on your Cyan layer, and SELECT INVERSE

Then FILL the selection with the CMYK cyan that you've picked out

Deselect your selection, move to the next layer (and make sure you've got CMYK magenta in your bucket) and repeat steps 6-8 selecting Magenta and Yellow respectively

NOW you've got the beginnings of retro-feeling halftone. At this point, I import the halftone manipulation back into CSP and turn my blackwork back on.

For the ✨ grunge ✨ effect, I grab an old paper texture (after reducing its saturation and upping the contrast until it's mostly black and white splotchy) and set it to OVERLAY at anywhere from 50-20% (this is a 'let your soul decide' moment) over the whole thing

Then I grab another old paper texture and put underneath the Overlay Texture Layer, on MULTIPLY, at anywhere from 65-25% (again, let your soul decide). Both layers will give you a nice level of funk to go with your halftone shenanigans

A lot of the colorwork is going back and forth and back and forth because what looked ok in flats didn't translate after toning, but it works out eventually!

Some important things to remember:

Cool tones tend to fade back and warm tones tend to move forward if you're gonna use this method on any kind of scene

Keep your shapes SIMPLE; don't get bogged down in tones of gradients and fades and all of that because most of it WILL NOT come across once you start toning! Think of it this way: mass-production doesn't have time for fine detail, that's why comics are a lot of heavy black inks and flat color contrast

Experiment with the colors! You're working in a limited palette (if you're using any of the old Marvel/DC print books especially), and it doesn't have to be photorealistic/absolute. For instance, my Nos isn't actually green, but the tone suited the funky retro vibe so I went with it!

Let yourself fall down the research rabbit hole of pulp covers because they're both hilarious and informative. Same dot energy is an interesting collection website to go through, you can also go through your search engine (remember to add -pinterest -youtube to your search term to filter out that crapola)

HAVE FUN!

💖

#art tutorial #art tips #art resources #halftone tutorial #retro tutorial

[e-munson666]

Her Velvet Voice

++Steve Harrington x F!Reader++

(You meet Steve at a party, and clean him up after a fight he got into because of you. He quickly realizes he's do anything to keep you close to him)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ language, a very Protective!Steve, mentions of violence, drinking, touching, angstxfluff. Billy Hargrove is mentioned, and the reader is also Robins cousin. Should be noted that the reader has a British accent.

(((A/N: this is in an A.U where Billy doesn't die, the mall never burns down, etc. Steve and reader are both 18. Steve and Robin still work at the video store though)))

🖤xoxo

This really wasn't your scene, being in at a crowded house party, but you were drug here by your cousin Robin, so you did your best to mingle.

Everyone in the small town of Hawkins had the same reaction when they heard your voice, silky, sweet, with a beautifully thick British accent. People fawned over you constantly because of it, and it was quite irksome in your opinion. Most of the time they weren't really even listening to what you were saying, staring in a trance like state, as each word left your lips.

That's exactly what was happening tonight, with the boy leaning in front of you, hand outstretched on the wall behind you. His red shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing his toned stomach to the world, blond curls falling around his face as he looked down at you.

"So doll" he chrips, twirling a piece of your hair in his thick finger, "haven't seen you around here before."

"I just got here from the U.K actually" you respond, feeling more uncomfortable as he leans closer.

"You sure have a pretty voice doll, whats your name hmm? I'm Billy" The man says, now inches from your face. You try to shove him away, but he just chuckles at your failed attempt. "Dont be like that cutie, I just want to talk to you" he retorts, taking his hand from your hair and putting it on your face.

"Seriously? Fuck off mate, I don't want to talk to you" you roll your eyes as you speak. Rather than take the hint, Billy pushes his body into you, putting a large hand on your ass. You quickly reach up and slap him in the face, resulting in him taking a few steps back in shock.

"Oh now you see, you really shouldn't have done that" Billy laughs, clenching his fists. He goes to step towards you again when a tall, floppy haired brunette steps in front of you, putting his arm back in a protective stance.

"If it isn't King Steve" Billy chuckled, getting more riled up by the second.

"Yeah its me, don't cream your pants" Steve spits. "Picking on little girls again Hargrove?"

Billy swipes his teeth against his lip furiously, "Funny Harrington" "just tried to talk to her, but the little bitch slapped me"

As soon as the words left Billy's lips, Steve saw red. He punched Billy square in the jaw, and immediately landed a second punch to his nose. "Yeah, that's not what I saw" Steve says, shaking his wrist after the second punch.

Bill quickly swung back at Steve, landing a heavy blow to his eye. Steve reacts quickly, punching Billy in the stomach, and then again in the jaw. Billy wobbled where he stood, blood dripping to the floor.

Steve grabbed Billy by the collar, turning and shoving him into the wall he'd previously pinned you up against. "You're gonna fucking apologize, right now" Steve starts, voice raising when he hears Billy suppressing a laugh "and then you are gonna get the fuck outta here. Got it?" Steve seethes, spitting into Billy's face as he spoke.

When Billy rolled his eyes Steve didn't hesitate to knee him hard, in the stomach "APOLOGIZE" He demands.

"Sorry" Billy mumbles, blood pooling down his face as he looked over at you. Steve releases his grip on Billy's collar and stepped back, allowing Billy to stumble away, and out of the front door.

Steve quickly shuffled over to you, putting his cut up hands on your shoulders. "You ok?" He asks, seeing the look of shock spread across your face.

"You're bleeding" you state, looking at the cut Billy's ring left next to Steve's now swollen eye. "Its fine" Steve shrugs, focus remaining on you.

You place a hand on top of one of Steve's that lay rested on your shoulder, and move it away, still holding it tight as it fell. "No, let's go get you cleaned up love" you insist, pulling him down the hall to the bathroom.

Steve sat on the toilet lid as you searched the medicine cabinet, finding some cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide. You quickly kneel in front of him, dabbing the peroxide onto a piece of cotton.

"Hold still yah?" You say, before dabbing the cotton to his wound. He hisses out a curse, trying to keep his cool.

"Thank you, by the way" you remark, eyes meeting Steve's as you swipe a finger over a drop of blood on his cheek. He smirks at you, eyes filled with lust. "Shes so pretty" he thought to himself, "and she's so soft"

"Anything for Buckleys cousin" Steve responds, causing you to giggle.

"Hands big boy" you quip. Nodding towards his split knuckles. He quickly obliges, letting you clean the dried blood, melting a little as you softly rub his palm as you dab the blood away.

"Yeah, she's told me loads about you babe" you chuckle. "Didn't expect to meet you under these circumstances, but I can't say I'm too upset" you coo, tossing the bloodied cotton balls into the bin next to you.

You don't get up, instead you stay kneeling in front of Steve, hands caressing his gently. Steve can feel his body temperature begin to rise as you touched him, the feeling of your fingertips sending sparks up his arm and into his heart.

Hearing your silky voice call him babe made his body stiffen. He knew he was done for when you leaned forward and kissed his cheek before standing up, and offering one of your small, manicured hands to him.

"Shall we get back to it then" you ask, looking down at him. "I promise you can follow me around and beat up more creeps" you giggle, poking at his arm with your outstretched hand.

He let's out a low chuckle, before taking your hand, intertwining his fingers in yours and gripping tightly. "Alright, you've talked me into it" he smiles, returning a kiss to your soft pink cheek before leading you out of the bathroom and back towards the crowd.

The two of you meet up with Robin in the kitchen, still holding hands as you make your way towards her. "I'll be right back love, desperately need a top off" you laugh, before releasing Steve's hand and wandering over to the fridge.

"I see you've met my cousin" Robin quips, noticing the affectionate stare Steve is giving you. "Shes pretty huh"

"Robin" Steve whispers, grabbing Robins shoulders, looking down at her with wide eyes, "fucking HELP ME"

Robin laughs, "calm down Mr. cool guy, I'll help you get the babe" she teases before slapping Steve in the chest playfully. His face turns slightly red as you walk back over to them, linking your arm in his before laying your head on his bicep.

"Robin, you have to hear what pretty boy here just did. He gave this Billy guy a right good thumpin for creeping on me, was amazing" You boast, squeezing Steve's arm. He ran his fingers through his hair, embarrassed.

"Oh did he now" Robin says, raising a brow at Steve, offering him a wide toothy smile.

Steve groans, not only is he filled to the brim with lust for you, but now, now his best friend was going to ridicule him for it, and the fight, endlessly. He could take it, all of the shit he was inevitably going to get, just as long as you held onto him for as long as possible.

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A/N: Part 2?!?!? You know the drill, please leave a comment! Tysm!

#fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington #steve the hair harrington #the hair #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #billy hargrove #robin buckley #robin stranger things

[shelli-gator]

Been writing some Donald x Duck content with a fellow train enjoyer, because God I need more of them. And I get to write for Donald and Douglas!

So here, have what I wrote, feeling pretty chuffed with how its going so far. Woe, Scotts be upon thee! 🫴🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🚂🚂

Context: One by one, a number of engines are suddenly taken ill. Usually the picture of health and hearty endurance, Donald is reluctant to admit anything is wrong, even to himself.

As it would turn out, it's Donald and Douglas who've been called in to pick up the slack. They'd already been on their way back to Tidmouth yard from Vicarstown with a heavy goods train, and it was no fuss (bar Douglas' initial reluctance to add to their load) to collect Edward's train from the siding- a heavy goods train may as well be slow goods, and with ease the Scottish twins had repositioned themselves around it.

Or at least, it should have been easy.

At the front of the now most notably long train, Donald feels something more than the uncomfortable strain on his tender coupling. His breathing feels laboured as he chuffs, and as hard as he tries to notch up to even out the hardness of his puffing, it does nothing for him. And by now, the ache that's been gnawing away at the inside of his smokebox all day has blossomed into something ugly.

The Scottish twin grimaces, screwing his eyes shut, but the only voice he gives to his discomfort is a low, muffled growl behind tightly pressed lips. Keep on keeping on. It's gonna take more than some bad steaming to send him crawling to the Steamworks.

But his weak steam hasn't gone unnoticed, much to his irritation- his brother's words are needly to the No. 9 as he jeers from the back of their train, his tone jovial but decidedly pointed.

"For all yer bluster, yer nae pullin' at all, man! 'We'll pull this wee train nae bother, Dougie'! Och, what muckle nonsense!"

"Ack, away n' wheesht!" Donald shouts back at him with a long suffering roll of his eyes skyward, but he has to suck in a breath soon after, his expression pinched with the effort it had taken to yell at all. And he doesn't like how disconcerting that feels. He's usually quite good at yelling. He has to be to yell over his brother.

For a beat, there's nothing, and he thinks that will be the end of that. Until-

"What?!" Douglas hollers back, confused.

"I said," Donald tries again, taking in a ragged gasp, "Away n' whee-"

But he can't finish. The black goods engine stumbles as it feels like his steam leaves him all at once, and his driving wheels suddenly slip with shrieks and sparks. The train jolts and slows as the leading twin falters, and Douglas yells out in surprise as, just like that, the entirety of the weight is suddenly left to him. He can't shoulder it so suddenly, and he puts his brakes hard on to bring them to a stop, the trucks bouncing back and forth against one another to make them shriek and cackle.

"Donnie?!" He hears Douglas call out, but Donald can't find it in himself to answer, trying to ground himself on the rails. He sucks in small shaky breaths, as if too ashamed to gasp for air, as much as he might need it, and it makes the ache in his smokebox flare so sharply it makes him giddy.

Keep the heid, Donald. He thinks to himself shakily, swallowing, and his blastpipe feels uncomfortably dry as he watches the rails beyond his buffers waver. That's new.

It isn't long at all before he hears the approaching chuffing of his twin, but can't quite bring himself to look up at him as he wills the world to steady itself. And against his backhead he can feel his driver fiddling with his controls, perhaps trying to right whatever it is that's throwing his engine off kilter.

"What was that about then?!" Douglas demands angrily, ready to believe his brother had thrown a wobbly for his teasing. It wouldn't be the first time, so Donald can hardly blame him. He'd have thought the same.

But their eyes meet, and Donald watches his brother's face fall, earthy brown eyes that mirror his own darting over his pale face. And he feels himself tense up in response- he really doesn't want to have to explain himself.

"Donnie? Ye dinnae look so good." Douglas says dubiously, watching the steam leak from him in a wheesh of discontent.

"I'm fine." Donald shoots back stubbornly, hackles raised, but Douglas will not be deterred so easily.

"Oh no, dinnae dae that," his brother admonishes, but there's no sting to his words, "Talk to me, man. Ye'v nae bin yerself all day."

Was he really that transparent? He knew he wasn't well, but had he really fallen so short? Just like that the fire and brimstone leaves the No.9, and he releases steam in defeat, a wheezy sigh sending it dancing in flurries.

"Ack... aye Dougie. I dinnae feel so good. I’m fair puckled..." As if to prove his point he has to draw in another sharp breath before the words are even out his mouth, and he tsks with a frown, growling at himself for his weakness.

"Can ye keep going?"

"Aye." Donald is quick to affirm, and he leaves no room for argument in his tone. He's not about to go to the Steamworks when another wee engine just got sent there, and here they are collecting his train. What a right muckle comedy of errors would that be?

Douglas seems to echo the sentiment, not at all keen to see his brother get shipped off to the works. So he puffs himself up with a laugh, his smile confident, "Dinnae fash yerself then, Donnie. I've got ye, man. I've got puff in me fir the both of us!" He blasts his whistle in a grand display, and Donald is quick to answer with a chuckle, sending out an answering whistle that joins in with Douglas' own. And with that, the other Caledonian engine steams forward to find a point. 

Soon enough he's backing up to double head with his twin, and Donald can't help but think it's a little like it was back then, once upon a time when a Scottish engine had stolen his twin away with him to their new home far away. And with his brother to lean on, they can hide that he's having any steaming trouble at all.

It takes some work and strain to get the train moving again, but Donald isn't completely useless. He puts every ounce of puff he has into supporting his twin's gallant effort, ignoring how tired it makes him, and finally, they're heading for home again. And to anyone watching, it would seem the twins are working in tandem as usual, even if Douglas looks a little pinker in the face for it.

"Dae ye ken what's wrong?" Douglas asks eventually over his strong chuffing, working hard to pick up his brother's slack. But Donald grunts in response, eying the back of his buffers to avoid looking at the scenery as it flies by, wary of it making him feel sicker still.

"Ah dinnae ken, no." 

"Maybe it's something in the water?" Douglas offers, and Donald perks up to arch a brow at him, leaning to the side like his brother might be able to catch a glimpse of his skeptical look, "We passed wee Percy looking proper done in on Gordon's Hill, mind, and now Edward's at the Steamworks, all out of puff."

Donald dares to think he has a point, what are the odds that three engines run into steaming trouble on the same day, "Aye, maybe yer right!" The thought gives him some reprieve- if it's just water, that's a temporary issue, one that he can wait out till the next day. And Donald feels his spirits bolster.

"Och aye, I usually am!" Douglas quips dryly, and Donald rolls his eyes fondly, giving his twin a bump from behind to jostle him.

Despite the hiccup, the pair make good time to Tidmouth, steaming through tunnels and past rolling fields. The sky is just starting to tinge pink and orange as they approach the station, and Donald finds himself leaning in an attempt to see past his brother, not so subtly looking for a familiar shape that so often stops there, green and broad and sturdy, with a long, elegant funnel. He could recognize him anywhere, from his pert bunker to his distinctive waddle as he bustles about on his branch line.

So when Douglas whistles to announce their arrival, Donald joins in with a whistle of his own, with a hope that they'll soon hear a third whistle echo back just for them, proper and, to Donald, endearingly bird-like.

'Ye there, Duckie?'

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And that's all she wrote!

#ttte #thomas and friends #donald and douglas #donald x duck #donald the scottish twin #douglas the scottish twin #the railway series #ttte fanfic #shelli writes #i wish trains were real #what is wrong with the engines i wonder #😏 #and why is douglas fine #but not his twin? #i am cringe but i am free

[volfoss]

Doll faceup under cut (word heavy lmao)

I picked up this Dollzone Mo for pretty cheap because he was VERY old and yellowed (made in 2010 so he's very old!!) And the more that i thought about the direction I wanted to go with him, the more I realized I really wanted to reshell (basically same oc but in a different doll sculpt) one of my old dolls that i got rid of years ago. I had sent the original doll off to get his faceup done by a friend but had unfortunately deleted all the pics of this doll so all I had to go off was memory and not a muscle memory of doing the faceups years ago or pictures. He's not the same sculpt but he has a lot of the same features, ie the pouty lips, nose, and eye shape so I was pretty happy that when I got him yesterday, I could FEEL that it was gonna be the right doll to reshell Theo (old dolls name) into. The faceup was definitely a more complicated matter as Theo had a very natural looking faceup which um. Not my strong suit, I love doing big dramatic makeup but I was trying to recapture the same vibes i had from my old doll. With how yellowed he was, I also had to work with that when I was blushing as to not make the head TOO yellow or red. Thankfully I work on yellowed resin a lot so I was moderately confident that I'd be ok.

^ blank sculpt (isn't he so cute 🥺) and the first coat of pastels (hard to see there but they are there promise)

I did something a TINY bit different than my normal order of how I do a faceup and moved right onto acrylics. He has freckles all over his face so I figured doing them very early on would make it look the most natural under any other makeup I was doing. I used a toothbrush, dipped it in a warm brown-orange paint, and flicked it all over the face, cleaning up with a wet and dry q tip, purposefully leaving behind spots of pigmentation on the skin as it's something that I have under my freckles so I wanted to give Theo that too. While I was at it, I used a cool toned brown pretty close to the skin tone to add a bit of an eyeliner (in the way that it'll actually pop a bit with the eyes in place versus looking unfinished) and a waterline using a peachy pink color.

The freckles do NOT photograph super well but they look really good so I'm happy with how they turned out! I then return to the pastels to add more face shading and start on his eyebrows

The eyebrows were VERY hard to do and very scary. 1. I'm VERY bad at eyebrow symmetry. 2. The pastels weren't working so i had to only use a pencil (which I've done w a few faceups now but it was very scary). It was overall very frightening but I think I'm definitely getting a bit better at eyebrows in general :) lip blushing was started which I'll probably do a few more coats of pastel on them and then draw the lines on and be done. Really outside of that I'm nearly done :) natural faceups are a bit easier but they just are NOT what I'm used to so it's a bit of a learning curve to get it looking like a human face instead of whatever silly vibes I'm going for if I'm doing a more dramatic look

The sealant is wet here (forgot to take a pic before i sealed lol) but i just did small little darkening in some areas, I think my next coat will be adding some more shadows to the eyes and lips then I'll be done 👍)

I added some lashes as well as darkening the eyeliner and adding lip lines (hard to see in the pic but they're there 👍) and added some shadows but I finished minus the gloss! For how small he is and how I haven't done a natural faceup in 2 years, I'm pretty happy with it!

And one rq pic of him with an eye in :) I'm really happy with it and I'll have to make him a wig soonish but I'm really glad to have done my own faceup for this doll 👍

#twist rambles #bjd posting #theophylakatos #<- used to have the how long of a name can i give a doll disease and theo suffered from it very bad 👍 #i just kinda saved all my silly faceups until today bc i need smth to do w my hands 👍 #sorry im typing this out very descriptively bc i will need to follow this for his hands and overall body blushing 👍 #typing it out as i do it too so sorry that im like hi. heres 50 million paragraphs #i will also post pics of him when the gloss is dry which will be in um. hours and hours lmao. bc itll be dry when im at work so #evened the eyeliner out a bit after i took the last pic but yeah 👍

[saintrocklee]

♕ Doll ♕

"Enough." His voice is dark, biting, and the warning there is clear. You just choose to ignore it.

♢ Kisame x you ♢

╰┈➤ P A R T T W O

18+; oookay this is some shit y’all. this is a mob!AU if you squint, mentions of a gun and all. rough face fucking, mentions of cheating (not on kisame or on reader) possessive talk, degradation, orgasm denial, choking, threats - just the whole nine yards. don’t be like our man here - make sure your shit is wrapped up tight! condoms save lives, people. this is a stand alone, unless i decide otherwise lmao. enjoy <3

The weapon in your hand is heavy, and you can't hear anything over the roaring in your ears. You've never felt anger like this, never felt this level of fury in your veins. You've been pissed off before, heartbroken even, but this. This was something different.

You press the gun to Kisame's forehead, watching it push into his skin, and snarl when all he does is just stand there and take it. Asshole, fucking asshole, had the nerve - the goddamn audacity - to just stand there and look at you like he's sorry. Like he gives a shit, like this hurts him too.

He wasn't even saying anything and he was still lying.

"Get the fuck out of my house."

Your voice is steady, cold - that kind of chilly calm you feel before a storm. You're proud of yourself, the last time you saw him you were nothing but a mess of tears and pleas and uncontrollable hysterics, but now?

Now you had a gun to his head.

Serves him fucking right.

"We both know you're not gonna pull that trigger." His tone is soft, quiet - it's the same tone he used to take with you when he'd come home after a few days of being gone, when he'd tell you how much he missed you.

Fucking prick. Piece of shit asshole.

You cock the gun easily, and push it harder into his head. You'd do it, you'd pull the fucking trigger, and that would show him. Maybe then he'd hurt, hurt like you do - like you did.

You've moved on, you tell yourself, you're over him. You're happy here with your new house and new boyfriend and new job. The anger that’s burning through is just a product of his audacity - showing up here like he still owned you.

You've. Moved. On.

You arm is starting to shake and you grit your teeth. He was so much taller than you, and didn't you used to love that? When he'd come by and pick you up like it was the easiest thing in the world to do, walking around with you slung over his shoulder? Now you resent him for it, if only because of the angle you're holding your weapon - you can't hold out much longer, your grip is faltering, and you feel the familiar burn of tears in your eyes.

God fucking dammit.

"Get out," Your voice is shrill now, and the cold fury that washed over you when you came home and realized he'd broken in was fading away, being replaced by familiar hysterics. You jam the gun harder into him, desperate to scare him into leaving, but he tilts his head to the side, almost looking annoyed. The barrel of the gun slips and is now resting on his temple.

"You're gonna hurt yourself doll. Give me the gun."

You bristle at the familiar nickname, heart beating up a storm against your chest. You could do it, you could pull the trigger and end him, and you should. He lied to you, the whole time like it was easy, and then left you behind. And now, two years later, he's in your living room - calling you doll, calmly talking to you like you weren’t seconds away from blowing his brains out.

As if he had the right.

But you both know you won't pull the trigger. It's why he was still standing there in front of you, like a statue, accepting his punishment with a brave face. He knows you don't have what it takes to kill someone, even him, because you're good. This side of you is foreign to him, but he still knows you at your core, and knows you’re all talk.

But Kisame isn't a patient man.

He came here to talk to you, to explain, and that's what he was going to do. He ignores the way his cock twitches in his pants, it's been years since he's seen you, and it's fucked up - but you holding the gun he bought you to his head was doing shit to him. He remembers how nervous you were with it at first, how you would flinch whenever you pulled the trigger at the range, how you felt pressed up against him as he taught you how to aim.

But now - the confidence and sheer rage on your face had his pants getting tighter and tighter. It wasn't his intention to fuck you, he just wanted to talk, but it had been awhile and the need to wipe that disgusted, resentful look off your face was taking priority. You’ve never looked at him like that, and there’s a burn in his chest, it’s molten lava working it’s way through his veins - he’d fix this though, he’d make you understand.

"Go to hell." You hiss and something dangerous flashes in Kisame's eyes. You go to move the gun back to middle of his forehead but he's quicker than you and soon your hand is empty as he expertly takes the weapon from you without so much as blinking.

"You done yet?" He's still so calm, his voice so even and monotone, and you watch as he unloads your weapon, tossing the pieces onto your coffee table.

"Fuck you." God, the rage you feel in that moment is all-consuming. His mouth twists into a scowl and something sparks in your chest. Finally, you think, finally he's reacting.

It eggs you on.

"Why the fuck are you here, Kisame?" You spit and he sighs irritably, running a hand through his hair.

"Look, I'm not here to fight with you - "

"Suck my dick, asshole." You hiss and his eyes narrow. You know how much he hates being interrupted, and you love knowing that you're pushing all of his buttons.

"Listen to me, you little - "

"What? Bitch? You gonna stand there and call me a bitch, after what you did?" You take a step towards him and shove your hand against his chest. He grunts at the impact, and you can see the irritation crawling across his face, working it's way into his jaw.

Good.

"As far as I'm concerned, you and your fucking ugly ass gills can go fuck themselves."

It's a low blow, but you don't care. You know Kisame hates being reminded of how he looks - and while once upon a time you thought he was beautiful - now all you want to do is hurt him. He deserved it - for lying to you. He'd pretended to be someone he wasn't - someone who loved you, who made you promises, who you trusted. It had all been lies, a story made up to get back at your family - he had been using you, you were a job. Your father and brother were involved in some fucked up shit, and Kisame and his group used you to blackmail them. And just as you were settling into your happy little fairy tale - you'd actually found the person you were going to spend the rest of your life with - it fell apart.

It all came out, spilling from his lips like a plot from some fucked up television show, and god - the monotone tone he used to tell you was damning. It was like he was on auto-pilot, telling you everything, staring off the side - couldn’t even be bothered to look at you.The assignment was over and he was being called back. You remember falling to your knees, asking him to stop lying and saying such weird things, you had just bought an apartment together. You remember him on the floor with you, cradling your face, his voice breaking as he tells you he's sorry - it wasn't supposed to be like this. You remember begging him, crying, and then the anger. He was sorry? He was sad, voice cracking, as if he had any right to feel anything, and all you knew was the pumping of your blood in your own ears and the indescribable betrayal in your chest. You remember screaming at him, to get out, to die, and throwing anything you could reach at him. Glass covered your floor that night and you remember feeling good when a plate broken against his shoulder. He left and you moved and that was that.

But now - now he was back and you just wanted him gone.

His breath was becoming uneven and you recognize the signs. Kisame was getting angry, and while he always tried to keep that side away from you, he'd sometimes come back to your place buzzing with pent up energy and adrenaline. Those nights always ended with him fucking you into the bed, the couch, the floor. Those nights left your legs shaking, ended with bruises on your skin, your throat raw, and your abused holes sore and overworked. He'd always take care of you afterwards, combing through your hair and peppering you with soft kisses and even softer praise. You never understood why he was so worked up, he'd mumble something about work, but now you knew. He was out doing fucked up shit for fucked up people, and then would come home and fuck you into submission.

Fucking bastard.

"Watch it." He hisses and you can't help but smile. It's anything but friendly.

"Or what, you big blue asshole? What the fuck are you gonna do?" You shove him, and he takes a step back, jaw clenching. You shove him, again, and then you're yelling.

"You think you can come here and tell me what to do!? Fuck you! I've moved the fuck on, Kisame, so do us both a favor and choke. Fuck you and your lies and your disgusting fucking face - I never wanna see you again!" You're repeatedly shoving into him, hitting his chest with your hands, yelling so loudly you feel your face get hot.

"I hate you, I fucking hate - "

Your back is suddenly slammed into the wall and the breath is knocked out of you, head spinning. There's fingers on your jaw, pinching your cheeks together, and you open your eyes to see Kisame's face inches from your own. His eyes are wild, pupils blown, and he's the angriest you've ever seen him.

"Enough." His voice is dark, biting, and the warning there is clear. You just choose to ignore it.

"Bite me." The words are garbled from his grip on your face, and he moves closer - your faces almost touching.

"You are going to listen to me, you bratty little bitch. I came here to talk, like an adult, but if this is how you want it to go - fine." He squeezes, just a little bit, and you inhale sharply. It reminds you of before, back when you were together, and you're absolutely ashamed of the way your cunt clenches.

Bastard, bastard, bastard.

"I've spent almost two years, two fuckin' years, payin' my debts and cleanin' out my ledger - only to come back and find out you left." His voice is quieter now but still so angry, and you furrow your brows in confusion.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Your words come out slurred, and you jerk your head away from his grip. He lets you go, the hand that was clenching your jaw coming to rest on the wall next to your head.

"I came back for you, and you were gone. "

A new spark of anger is lit in your chest, but it's not enough to drown out the butterflies having a field day in your tummy. You ignore them, favoring the anger, because fuck him and whatever the fuck he was talking about.

You've moved on.

"Why the fuck would I have stayed?" Your voice shoots up an octave and he sighs, like he's annoyed, and pushes himself off the wall, turning away from you. It makes you seethe.

"You left me. You lied to me, used me, and then left me." You follow after him, fury hot on your heels.

"I was in love with you, I was ready to get married. Have kids, make a family, all of that stupid domestic shit - the shit you promised me. And it was all a fucking lie." You hate the way your voice cracks and take a shuddering breath.

"And now, what? You think - you think you can just come in here and what? You think you have any right to be pissed at me? Like I owe you something? After you said we were going to get married, after you said you loved me - lie after lie after fucking lie, you didn't mean any - "

Kisame whirls on you then, catching your wrists as you go to shove him again. He pulls you towards him, his grip almost painful, and grabs your neck with his hand. It's not constricting, just enough to keep you still, and you hope to god he can't smell the wetness that's starting to gather between your thighs. You hated yourself for it, but deep down you knew you still belonged to him.

It was almost as sad as it was pathetic.

"Don't you ever," he clenches his hand around you and you gasp, grabbing his wrist, "ever say that shit to me again."

You blink, confused - why was he so upset - and try to kick at him. He blocks you easily, but his grip on your neck loosens, and you knock his arm away. But he's not done talking, and the next thing out of his mouth stops you in your tracks.

"I meant every word," his tone is hard and you freeze, staring at him with wide eyes, "every fucking word. I got my shit together and came back for you - only to find you here, with some piece of shit boyfriend, playing fucking house."

No.

"Liar." It comes out a whisper, and you hate yourself for the way you're folding. He stalks towards you and you're backing up, until you're touching the wall he just had you against.

"Get out." Your chest is heaving and your face is flushed, but not with anger anymore.

"No." His voice is so rough, and you dig your nails into the wall behind you. The air around you is shifting and you hate yourself for it. It had been two years but he was still beautiful, still absolutely breathtaking, and as much as you hate it - you’ve missed him. You feel your pussy clench and hate the way he starts to smile, like he knows.

"Get the fuck out Kisame, or else." Your tone still has some bite to it, but all he does is chuckle.

"Or what, doll? You hopin' that sad, sack of shit boyfriend is gonna come back?"

You scowl and go to slap him. He catches your wrist easily and you watch as his smile stretches to show off his teeth.

Shit, shit, shit.

"You're the sad sack of shit. Like I would believe anything you say to me, after what you did." Your voice is barely above a whisper and he leans in, lips ever so close to yours.

"I'm tellin' the truth, doll. You're the liar here." He pauses, letting you take it in, before -

"Admit it. You're still in love with me."

You shudder and shake your head.

Kisame chuckles, and he knows he's caught you. He knows you better than anyone, knows exactly what buttons to push to get you going. He knows what you look like when you're turned on and right now, he knows if he reached between your thighs he'd find nothing but sweet, sweet slick. Instead, he moves to pin your wrist above your head, other hand coming to brace himself against the wall.

"He fuckin' you right?" His lips dance over yours, barely there, and your breath hitches in your throat.

"He takin' care of you, pretty girl? Like I did?"

You close your eyes, desperately trying to hold on to the anger you felt when you first saw him. You had a gun to his head, for Christ's sake, and now you're melting into a nice little puddle for him.

God, you were pathetic.

He squeezes your wrist.

"You callin' me a liar when you're practically dripping for me, after tellin' me you've moved on?" His lips are on your ear now, and a shiver shoots down your spine. You're speechless, unable to do anything but let Kisame have his way with you. It was true, you were lying, and you hadn't moved on. You were still his, and he knew it.

"Bet he thinks you like it gentle. He looks like a fuckin' pussy - bet he can't even make you come." Kisame's hand leaves the wall and moves to cup your sex over your sweats and you gasp, hips automatically thrusting towards him. He growls and shoves you back into the wall.

Your jaw is in his hand again, and he's squeezing you while rubbing his palm over your cunt, groaning at the feel of your wetness seeping through.

You missed this, you think as your eyes flutter shut. He was right, your new boyfriend was nice - but he didn't know how to fuck you. He wasn't strong or confident like Kisame and you found yourself faking it for his benefit more often than not.

"That's what you need right? Need me to fuck you dumb again?" He's got your sweats pulled down now and starts stroking a finger between your folds, wetness coating it easily. "You're such a goddamn slut, spreading your legs for that piece of shit."

The pressure on your cheeks is brutal and the choked moans escaping your throat are whiny and pitiful. He shoves one, then two, fingers inside of you and starts working them back and forth, and you can feel every bump of his fingers rubbing against your fluttering walls. You feel him work the anger out of you, leaving nothing but pitiful need. You arch against the wall and grind against him, mewling loudly. He works you like this for awhile, your jaw clenched in his grip, finger fucking you into the wall. His thumb finds you clits and soon you're scratching your nails up and down the arm that he's holding your jaw with, choking out his name.

Kisame can tell you're close to cumming by the way you're writhing against him. He loved watching you cum; the way you'd flail against him, the way you keened about how much you loved his cock, and how tight and wet you got for him afterwards.

But he's still pissed at you.

Just as you were reaching your peak - you were so close, so close - he rips his fingers from your pussy and whirls you around. You cheek is crushed against the dry wood and you groan when you feel a sharp smack against your ass.

He's got your hair fisted in his hand and you hear him fiddling with his belt behind you. There's no warning, nothing to prepare you when you feel the tip of his cock pushing into you from behind. You slam your hand against the wall and gasp for air, you feel like you're being crushed, and all he does is chuckle from behind you.

"You forget how to take my cock, pretty girl?" He groans as he starts to sink into you - shit you were so goddamn tight. It had been so long, he forgot how wet and hot you were, how your pussy always seemed to strangle his dick to the point where it almost hurt whenever he first slid in.

"Does he fuck you like this? Up against the wall, like the disgusting little bitch you are?" He pulls at your hair, wanting an answer, and you shake your head as much as you can with the iron grip he still has on you. He continues to taunt you, groaning when your pussy clenches even tighter around him.

"You don't deserve to be fucked on a bed, not after what you fuckin' said to me. You think you can say whatever the fuck you want, huh? You think that's how this works?"

You moan loudly when he finally bottoms out inside you only to shriek and scratch at the walls when he pulls out and pounds into you. He's rocking into you with a purpose now, slamming his cock into your tight hole as hard as he can from this angle. He's thrusting into you so violently that your face is bouncing off the wall and all you can do is take it. You feel the beginnings of your orgasm come back and start whining incoherently. Kisame catches on and slows his pace, thrusting into you more slowly, and you feel tears prick the corner of your eyes as you're denied another orgasm.

"You really think"  thrust  "that you can"  thrust  "move on from me?"

You shake your head again and squeal when his grip tightens in your hair.

"That's what you said." Thrust.

"You said you moved on." Thrust.

"You wanted me to get out." Thrust.

"I didn't - I didn't mean - " Your words die in your throat when he pushes your cheek harder into the wall.

"Yes you did." Thrust.

"You called me disgusting." Thrust.

"You said you hated me." Thrust.

"I'm so - I'm sorry." You whine pathetically and he rips himself out from you. You throw your hips back, chasing him, but he turns you to face him and shoves you onto your knees. Your find yourself inches from his cock, glistening with your slick, and fuck - you forgot how absolutely massive he was. His cock was thick, twitching in his hand, and you could make out every vein, every ridge.

His hand finds it's way into your hair again and you watch as he squeezes himself, jerking off slowly for you.

"Show me how sorry you are."

You open your mouth obediently and he shoves himself down your throat, groaning at how hot and tight your little mouth is. Your hands come up to push against his thighs and he knows he's being rough with you, but he doesn't care. He was so fucking pissed at you for leaving, for finding some other sad prick to fuck, for not waiting for him. He starts thrusting his hips into your face, loving the way his balls slapped against you, getting off on the choking noises you were making around his cock. Kisame was going to fuck you stupid, fuck you hard until you forgot everything - the lies, the boyfriend, the hurt, the fighting - forgot everything but him. He'd remind how good it was, how perfect you two were together, how it felt to cum over and over again around his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

But before that, he needed to remind you of your place first.

“You think you’re hot shit now? Think you can pull a gun on me and I’d - what? Leave?”

Your eyes are rolling back and all Kisame can feel his balls tightening, he knows he’s going to come soon - but he’s not done yet.

“‘M not leaving you, pretty girl - never again - “

He pulls completely out of your mouth and you gasp for air, your throat raw and spit dribbling down your chin. Your eyes are glazed over, your cunt is practically swimming in juices, and you're panting, jaw slack from overuse. He commits this image of you to memory, hand gripped in your hair, face flushed from being fucked, before nudging your mouth again.

"Open up doll, I'm not done with that nasty little mouth yet."

He pushes his way between your lips again and you struggle to swallow around his thickness. He starts slow this time, pumping into you leisurely, and you grip the back of his thighs, moaning around him, thankful for the change in pace.

"That's it, that's my girl. Swallow my cock - take it all the way, good girl. You're so fuckin' pretty like this, my pretty girl on her knees for me again."

He works you like this, slow and steady, groaning your name over and over again. All you can do is take it, he's so thick in your mouth you can't do anything other than swallow around him and drool, spit sliding down your chin onto your throat.

"You're so fucking good to me - fuck, I missed you, doll. Used to fuck my fist - fucked my fist everyday thinkin' about that tight little mouth - shit. Would dream about you, dream about this - " he cuts off with a groan and clenches his fist in your hair, making you choke.

"Can't - shit, can't last like this - you want my cum, baby? Tell me, tell me you want it, I'll give it to you, I'll fucking - "

You moan, spit dribbling down your chin, and tighten your grip on his thighs. Kisame can feel his balls tightening again and kicks up the pace, groaning when you start to choke and gag around him.

"Fuck, I'm so close doll, I'm almost there - just a little more, you're so fuckin' good to me. Just a little more, fuck, I'm - "

He pulls out of you again just as thick ropes of cum explode out of his cock. He paints your face and neck with his seed, shuddering at how hard it hits him, hands meeting the wall to help steady himself. Kisame watches as it drips from your face and chin, running down your shirt and onto the floor.

"That's my girl."

You blink up at him, and Kisame feels absolutely wrecked at the sight of you on your knees with his cum covering your face. You go to wipe your face with your shirt but he catches your hand and pulls you up. Your legs are shaky and your throat is raw from being fucked, so you don't protest when he lifts you - only to deposit you onto your bed with your legs hanging off the end. He lowers himself to his knees, hands gripping your thighs, and pulls your legs apart.

Now, it was his turn to say sorry.

#kisame x you #kisame x reader #kisame x y/n #kisame x oc #kisame hoshigaki #kisame smut #naruto fanfic #kisame fanfic #WHEWW okay i got this out of my system FHJKDFJDD

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hyacinth. (m)

dialogue prompt #3: “Your tutor is so hot”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: f2l(?), light smut

word count: 1,540

warnings: heavy making out, grinding, blonde!jk

summary: you think your new tutor at school is hot and jungkook is determined to change that

a/n: another mature oneshot. I basically die from embarrassment while writing smut lol.

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“Your tutor is so hot”. Jungkook turns around to your attention so fast he could probably snap his neck.

“Mr. Seokjin? ”, he knows who you are talking about. The new personality development tutor of your school, more like the entire population’s crush at this point. And Jungkook hated him just for the same reasons, it seems petty but he can't help himself.

“Go fuck him then”, he snorts, swinging his back pack from one shoulder to another while you grin. Almost as on queue, Seokjin appears on the hallways and passes a smile towards all the students.

“Oh yes. Look at that a--”

“I guess that's enough for today, come on we gonna get late”, he grabs your arms and pushes you forward to move, having enough of your daily ranting about angelic beauty and who the hell laughs at some dad joke?

“When were you ever interested in math Kook?”, you tease him, resisting him to walk slower, “Oh are you perhaps… jealous!? ”

“I'm not jealous. You are annoying”, he shoots cold face.

“Hey! I'm just saying he's attractive you don't have to be so mean about it”, you whine, hitting his arm.

You see, the fact that Seokjin stole Jungkook’s high school heartthrob position in two days is one thing, but he never expected you to act the same, especially when you were so different from most students on the campus. In fact he is shocked to see you crushing on someone. You despised people in general and he kept wondering what's there in their teacher to be so lurk about because he honestly doesn't see anything.

“He's old. And everyone knows he has a girlfriend, you guys dumb or what? ”, Jungkook teases back.

“Doesn't mean I can't praise a beautiful human”

“So he's the only attractive guy in the school? ”, he's curious now and also lowkey wants to find out if you had felt anything like this about himself.

Jungkook knew he was hot. He knew he could destroy Seokjin's reputation with one different hair color but that's too much drama over nothing. As if there isn't ten assignment waiting for him at home. Yeah he got better things to do.

“Nope”, comes your immediate answer. And man that hurt. You are smart and cocky and it would be cool to know someone like you finds him attractive, but you just hurt his ego.

“Not even me? ”, he asks, all squeaky and with a small pout and you return him a smile.

“See you at 7 Kook”

____

School ends at 5, and thankfully both of your residence are nearby and there's a party hosted by Jimin at his house which is a five minute drive so Jungkook has roughly one hour and fourty five minutes to make an appearance to the party. And by appearance he means to look absolutely endearing. He's never the type to bang a lot of chicks, he didn't even need to do anything than to wear a black tee and jeans to a party and could still get laid. If he wanted sex, he can have that any time he wants.

But today is different.

He's never been this eager to be at a gathering, took time to pick outfits and oh dye his hair. He has never experimented with hair colors except that one time he tried red and got famous by the name ‘cherry head’ in the entire locality.

You of course give yourself the usual thirty minutes to do slight makeup and wear shorts with oversized tee styled enough to merge into the party. And boy you have no idea what you are going to witness today.

Jungkook arrives ten minutes late because the highlights took time to dry off. He styles them, but not too much. He still wanted to look effortlessly handsome and got that long abandoned shear black shirt with blue jeans.

“Woah is that Jungkook!?”, some girls whisper beside the bar you are currently seated at and you turn around, only to feel a pang to your chest. Fuck. A completely look through shirt with fucking tight blue denim is he fucking kidding? And blonde hair? Yeah it's that complete ‘drool over me bitches’ package.

You suddenly feel self aware of how simple you looked. He should have given a heads up because one needs several business days to process blonde Jungkook. He seemed unrecognizable.

“Woah… What's up with this new look!?”, you approach finally. Many people eye him shamelessly in your peripheral vision which is pretty much obvious.

“Nothing. Just felt like it”, he grins, having won you. Jungkook is not attractive who? Yeah he bets Seokjin will never pull off this look.

“You like it? ”, and he undoes first two buttons, exposing a bit of his toning straight to your eyes. Is he fucking teasing? You want to confront him because he's acting weird. But you don't know if this is because you feel different around him.

“Y-yeah… It's good”, you tug a smile.

“Wanna dance?”, he asks and you nod, taking your hand to the dance floor. Most people are wasted but both of you are not. So when you feel him touching more than usual, you are absolutely aware that it's not an accident.

He holds you so close all the time, as if it's something you do daily. Fuck.

“Hold me like this”, he says out of nowhere and throws your hand behind his neck. He knows what he's doing. And you are aware too, but too weak in knees to retract. You hate that you are actually enjoying this and he loved it.

“Y/n….”, he whispers to your ear, tucking a strand of your hair behind it, “Can I kiss you love? ”

Your nod is so soft and innocent before you give in. Most people who were looking forward for Jungkook’s company give up and hook up with other guys around because they know he isn't here for anybody else.

He flushes your hips against his as he kisses you, obviously tongue all the way. He doesn't know why but he wanted to shut your mouth exactly like this whenever you swooned over Seokjin. And he is most certain that all those memories are perished along with the kiss.

He pulls your bottom lip out and looks into your eyes and grinds his hip on yours, and you moan lowly. He internally curses at how sweet you sounded.

“Come with me”. He pulls you out of the crowd and into a private cubicle where people usually make out. And thankfully there was one vacant.

But he isn't quick to act once inside the space. He takes his time to lock the door and to sit at that one chair in the centre, manspreading luxuriously for you to see.

You never did anything like this with Jungkook. It was not like you had friend zoned him, you actually don't know why, all these years you spent casually flirting and shrugging off with each other, and now you can't wait to devour him.

You make your way to his lap and sit right on his hips, sighing at the contact. He grabs the back of your head and pushes it towards him. His other hand taps your butt to continue grinding which you happily do so.

He continues exploring your skin, hooking his hands on your shirt and rubbing circles at the skin there. Feeling his cold hands, you move to undo two more of his buttons to get a peak of his pecs, something you wanted to do the moment you saw him.

He moans into your mouth when your movements start to get him worked up, feeling high and ecstatic. Even with the denim shorts on, the dent on his pants was enough to get you close to orgasm.

“J-Jungkook… ”, you trail off, head slightly falling back which he catches.

“Go on love, almost there”. Fuck. You loved it when he called you names, but this one was, exceptionally very much turning you on.

He detaches his mouth to suckle on your collar bone, exposing it by pulling your t shirt slightly down. It becomes all too much, and you focus on the knot forming at your stomach.

Jungkook stops kissing you, indicating he's chasing his high several moments after yours, glad that both opted for thick denims as bottoms to cover the mess you made.

“We should've done this way before”, you imply, separating the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead.

“We could've, but you were busy drooling over some teacher”, he smugs.

“So you were jealous! ”.

Unfortunately his cocky being doesn't have an answer for that so he dodges it with another long kiss, breaking off with a loud smooch.

“God I can kiss you forever Y/n…”

“And...then? ”, you ask your confusion. You don't know what's your relationship with Jungkook is anymore, now that you had made out with him.

“... then… maybe you'll fall in love with me?”

“See you at the party Kook”, you peck the corner of his lips and get off his lap. After taking a moment to fix your outfit, you leave the cubicle.

And Jungkook knew exactly what he was going to do.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡

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[morgansunflower]

Mommy Was Kissing Batman 1/2

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Wife!Reader

Words:1535

Warnings:heavy angst, suggestive content

Batman and Batmom are separated after he kept one too many secrets from his wife. After Batmom is needed at the police station she asks her husband for help. Their four year old daughter sees something that scares her. Batman's lips locked on her mommy's unknown to whom is behind the mask.

Bruce's P. O. V

I sat on my chair in the Bat-cave. I hold Y/N's wedding ring that she threw at me. She took our daughter with her. I deserved such. I didn't tell her that, Jay was alive. It took time, she forgave me. I didn't deserve that. Then when she discovered I knew, Grayson was alive. She threw her ring at me giving it back and threw word's that stabbed me to my core. I've avoided our bedroom completely. I don't even want to think of stepping into my little girl's room. I am so scared she'll never forgive me. I feel vulnerable from the nightmares that plague my slumber.

Y/N's P. O. V

I sigh deeply staring at my phone. I had just got a call from, Jim. He had gotten injured and is off duty for the rest of the day. I am needed back at the station. I know, Bruce can be here within seconds. Though I am so angry. D/N, misses him. I take a shaky breath and call my husband. He swiftly answered.

-"are you and D/N safe? Are you both ok?"

"yes we're OK" I quickly answered feeling a deep feeling that he still loves me "look this isn't easy.. Jim called me and said their shorthanded at the station" I sigh deeply this is so hard "I'll only be gone for a few hour's.. Can you watch D/N?"

-"I'll be there in five"

"ok" I swiftly hang up before any conversation could go further

"mommy.." I turn seeing my little girl rubbing her eyes and holding her stuffed bat toy

"hey sweetheart.. How are you? Did you get a good night sleep?"

She nodded yawning I pick my sleepy daughter up.

"are we going home today?" she asked with a begging eyes that make my heart sink.

"not today sweetie but guess what?"

"what?" she asked with a little smile

"your daddy is coming to spend the day with you!" I cooed

"he is?! Really! I'm gonna wear my dress!"

I chuckled "what dress?"

"the dress daddy said that I looked like a princess!" she exclaimed

I laugh at her amusement and kiss her cheek. As I put her down she ran into her room. I step to my room and shut the door sighing. It's in this moment Bruce would steal a kiss from me. I dress into my police uniform. As I finish dressing. I hear the door bell ring. I step out of my bedroom seeing my little girl in her dress. She was adorable.

"is that daddy? I missed him so much!"

"I believe so" I said

I open the door seeing my husband. He softly smiled to me. I look away from him to our daughter.

"daddy!!" she exclaimed "you're here!"

"hello my dear" he picks her up and she squeezes his neck. I see Bruce's face soften

"I'll be back soon" I kiss my daughter's forehead "bye sweetheart"

"bye mommy" she said with a sweet smile

I glance to Bruce wanting to kiss him. I can't do this. I turn to leave.

"Y/N" he said with gentle tone

I turn facing him with a, saddened smile "yes" I asked

"stay safe"

I nodded and left my husband and, daughter. After taking a drug cartel down I stood in my office. It was a large for being the Assistant chief of police. I was given the private office after my promotion. I look at the picture frames. One picture of Grayson and I when he was twelve. I remember that day perfectly he had begged 'Aww c'mon Y/N well have fun!' I answered 'uh no you'll have fun getting me flustered in front of Bruce'. For two people to know each others cores and feel attracted to each other. Then to attempt to not fall in love with that person and then you realize, you see that you have already failed miserably. I haven't seen Grayson in 6 months and 5 day's. He wasn't mine by blood but I loved him just the same. I see a, reflection on my window. My heart physically jumps, and my breath hitches. I fear my eyes are deceiving me. I lift my head seeing glass double doors and then gasp breathing in shock seeing my little boy. I quickly stood up and rush to him. He opens the door and steps inside. I put my shaking hands on his cheeks.

"m-mom-m" he brokenly said

I began to stutter. I put pressure on his shoulders and gently shook my head.

"oh, son!" I tightly hugged his neck wanting to cry

He wraps his arms around me "it's good to see you Mom"

"oh Grayson" I mumbled "dammit" I kiss his head running my fingers through his hair, I cup his cheeks looking at his face "are you trying to give me grey hairs?!"

"I'm so sorry Mom" he said with a brittle voice, my heart sinks

To hear him say 'mom' to me again is something I was so scared I'd never hear from him again. I hold him close and gently rock him side to side, as if he was still my little boy. He kisses my temple.

"don't--" I feel my words choking as I nearly sob "e-ever" I couldn't continue but he knew what I meant

He nods "I know" he said genuinely hurt "please don't hate me or Bruce for keeping my--" he stammered with a heavy sigh "I know you're so angry"

I lift my head seeing his tears. I use my thumb to wipe his tears away.

"Richard Grayson! I will never hate you. I will always love you, ok?" he nodded sniffing "I was angry that you did such a thing" I admitted "but I forgive you because I love you. Bruce and I will.." I stammer for a moment "will figure it out another day" I sighed

I kiss his head his hands on my shoulders. My heart breaks seeing him so distraught, though warms to have him within my grasp. Hour's later Grayson returns home to Bludhaven. I text Bruce I'm on my way. I go to the place where I stay now. It wasn't home. I open the door and steps inside. I shut the door behind me. I see Bruce sitting on the couch with little D/N sleeping in his strong arms. It was absolutely heartwarming. He softly smiled to me. Dammit.

"how long as she been asleep for?"

"half an hour.. How was work?" he whispered

"it was good. Grayson came to see, me" I bitterly said

"Y/N" he sighed

I whisper in a harsh tone "no! No you're not going to be able to say anything or do anything and just magically make this all right"

"I know I broke the trust you had in me Y/N. I broke a vow to you"

I feel my heart beating fast and eyes shake. I shake my head. I instantly go to our wedding. I want to kiss him and forget.

"I can't do this" I choke nearly crying

I step out of the living room to the bedroom. I shut the door behind me.

"dammit" I cursed to myself with a stutter

The night fell and I knew my husband was out there risking his life. I step onto the fire escape my little girl sound asleep in her bed. I look in the distance seeing on the building, Batman. I sigh dammit I miss him. I shut my eyes sighing. I count to 40. I open my eyes Bruce standing next to me. I take a shaky breath. I stare away from him with my eyes shaking. I don't want to cry in front of him.

"Y/N I was trying to protect Grayson and the less people who knew he was alive the safer he would be" he takes a deep breath "I miss you" he quavered.. Bruce didn't ever quaver because of me, unless it was a nightmare "I want my daughter and wife to come back home" he finished his voice genuinely hurt

I began to cry missing the comfort I feel from him. The love we make. Sharing each others space. The sweet kisses that were never long enough. Seeing him smile. Him making me smile. He was protecting our little boy.

"no more secrets" I demanded

"I promise"

I forgive him. He never broke a promise to me. I shake my head. I step to him and wrap my arms around his neck. I lock my lips to his. He deepens the kiss. Wall kissing me he takes my left hand, with my ring finger. He places the proof of our marriage among my finger.

Damian's P. O. V

I am rudely awoken to the sound of my phone ringing. I grunted. I look seeing my true mother's contact. I swiftly answer truly missing her. I hear soft crys recognizing it's my dear little sister. My heart racing. Is she hurt? Is she safe? I must hurry to her.

I swiftly demand "D/N where are you?"

-"D-Dami, mommy was kissing Batman!!"

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[hotchscvm]

thank u, next (ft. loki) - part two

Warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy, mentions of sex, violence

Word count: 5.7k

Summary: A mission goes wrong, leaving you stranded with the two men who despise each other, competing for your attention.

Or: In which Steve breaks up with Sharon after realizing how much he loves you, only to be put on hold while you spend time with Loki.

Tony kept glancing at you, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to figure out what kind of mind manipulation Loki had hexed you with. Natasha was torn between proud and shock. Clint had been positive it was a prank on his behalf until he had learned it was true, the archer studying you, wondering if you were under Loki's influence. And Bruce—well, he still couldn't get over the shock to actually word his opinion.

Steve, on the other hand, wasted no time blaming Loki, accusing him of using his magic to manipulate you into bed. When Thor has came back with news that Loki hadn't—with Heimdell being all knowing and watching—it had made Steve go to Fury, who had shown emotion on his face other than boredom and disappointment. Yet the surprise wore off and the director found it not relevant as the issue had not broken one of the rules Loki had agreed to.

The super soldier had hit the gym in a hurry, pounding the sandbag, probably wishing it was Loki. And Thor, like everyone else, it took him time to process it but unlike everyone, he barely gave it a thought. With word from Heimdell, knowing that his brother wasn't planning anything to harm you or the others, he was at peace with the situation as long as it was two consenting adults.

As you sat in the conference room, waiting for Steve and Loki to show up for the meeting, you wondered why he thought it was okay to overreact to something so...normal. People have sex, he must've known that you weren't any different. And unfortunately, Fury has picked the same day to spring a mission on the team, forcing all of you into a room, not caring about the act you committed with Loki.

Loki came in first, dressed in his usual black color, a suit almost identical to the one he wore the day before. Even from across the room, you could easily spot the hickeys he kept, a bunch peeking out from under the suit. It had given you a sense of pride and embarrassment, going down on the God of Mischief.

He caught your eye, the corner of his lips turned up, twitching without their permission. Loki wouldn't admit it out loud but he liked you to the point of sacrificing everyone in the room to save the one decent person who hadn't judge him. Everyone had turned to look at him, following his every move whilst he moved to the empty seat besides you.

The one that everyone knew was Steve's. Yet, no one said a word, secretly enjoying the show.

"Greetings," he said curtly, nodding once to everyone with an expressionless face. They all nodded back to him, Tony covering the smile that was trying to force itself on his face. Loki turned to you, sitting down in Steve seat as he gave you a smirk, amused by your attempt to cover up his marks. "Hello, angel."

The nickname alone wanted to make you want to ditch the meeting for a dick appointment with the Asgardian, the name slipping from his tongue. The same name he had whispered into you ear as he thrusted into you. Instead, you gave him a small smile, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. "Hey."

Loki noticed the motion, his smirk widening. Pulling the chair closer to your own, his arm leaning up against yours. Leaning in, he put his lips to your ears, ignoring everyone's stares, including his brother's. "Your attempt to cover my hard work is very amusing, love."

"Loki..." you warned, using the same tone you had last night when he teased you too far, wishing for release. There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Shut up, not everyone has magic."

"All you have to do is ask, although I prefer to see them on your skin." Loki whispered, not caring how many people team members had subconsciously leaned in, straining to hear what the raven-haired God had to say.

Before you could answer, the door opened, Steve and Fury entering. The super soldier had an exhausted look on his face while Fury kept his emotionless facade up. Steve started walking towards his seat, so distracted by the uncovered hickeys on your neck to notice it had been taken. The blond did a double take, seeing Loki in his chair. If it wasn't for the barely contained anger in his eyes, you would've bursted out laughing at his comical expression.

The team stayed quiet, their eyes glued on the silent war between the two men. Loki nonchalantly looked up, his lips brushing against your hair as he pulled away, smirking at Steve. The silence was broken by Fury's tired sigh.

"Well, hello, Captain." Loki sneered, not having any intention of getting up. Steve's eyes stormed with anger, a tick away from letting loose. The God of Mischief pointed to the chair across from you, the one next to Tony, giving the super soldier a pointed look. "You should take your seat."

Tony muffled a snort at Steve's scowl, yet America's Sweetheart didn't move a muscle, glaring at Loki. Fury rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Rogers, take a seat next to Stark. Loki, stop being an asshole. Back to business."

Steve followed Fury's order, sitting down besides Tony, his angry expression turning blank, waiting for whatever Fury had to say. Yet, his eyes still looked murderous, often glancing at the lack of space between you and Loki. Tony didn't hide his amusement, biting back a laugh, and trying to focus on whatever Fury was saying while the rest of the team kept looking at Steve, expecting him to reach across the table and punch Loki back to Asgard.

"While you agents were partying, drinking all your problems away, SHIELD got a tip from an undercover agent." Fury started, sliding your folders across the table, giving you something to look at other than the tension between Steve and Loki. You opened the folder to find pictures of blood-covered bodies. "Normally, we wouldn't bring the Avengers into a mafia-related crimes but this one's different.

"The Chinese Mafia is after a USB flash drive, one that we suspect, contains secrets that could bring down the American government. Emphasis on could; SHIELD isn't that well informed on what exactly the flash drive holds." Fury continued. Looking at you, he called your name. "Along with Rogers and Laufeyson. I'm assigning the three of you on the mission. You'll get the mission details as soon as Agent Hill gets here. The rest of you are irrelevant. Everyone go away now."

He left the room before anyone could even move a muscle. The team glanced between Loki and Steve, trying to figure out what they felt. It was clear neither of them were too happy about going on a mission together but the photographs of dead bodies made them bury their resentment down, for the sake of the government and all, but mostly for your sake.

Tony cleared his throat, trying not to burst out laughing. "So, Cap—"

Steve called out your name, standing up from his seat. "Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone? It's urgent."

"Yeah, sure." you said, following him out the door without looking back at the rest. You didn't notice the way Loki oozed with madness, his eyes deadly. Steve led you away from the view of room, stopping in the middle of a private hallway. It was secluded enough, yet Steve kept fidgeting like someone was listening. "Steve, I know you aren't particularly fond of Loki but he's a good—"

"I broke up with Sharon." Steve blurted. You stopped talking, your mouth open from your earlier words. The blond ran a hand through his hair. "I broke up with her last night, just before the party started ... before you walked in with Loki."

"That's not what it looked like."

"I was trying to be her friend, just like I'm trying to be yours." Steve explained, almost begging. "I never got the chance to apologize for hurting you. When you came back from Asgard, it had been too long for me to even mention it without it being awkward. So, I didn't. I wanted to but you didn't want to spend time with me anymore. And that's my fault, I'm not blaming you for being hurt. I understand what I did was so selfish, and wrong. It was wrong and if I could go back in time, I would've never done it."

You closed your gaping mouth, a little surprised by the apology. Rocking back on your heels, you awkwardly looked everywhere but at him. "Okay, um, thanks?"

Dejected, Steve nodded, his head hanging from the lack of sympathy in your voice. "Yeah. I wanted you to know. That's what I was coming to tell you this morning, but instead found you in bed with .... him."

"Uh," it was all you could say. Clueless of how to respond, you started to back away slowly, like there was a bear coming towards you. "Okay. So ... I'm gonna go. Get prepared for the mission or whatever. I'll see you later."

Before he could utter another word, you walked away,  feeling completely numb by the news. There was a part of you that wanted to forgive him, another part was feeling satisfied for his pain, and the last was confused. If he had been telling the truth—breaking up with Sharon before the party—then why hadn't he told you or apologized when he came to talk to you? It made you question whether he was just jealous or genuinely sorry for hurting you.

You weren't ready to forgive him yet, not after he made you doubt your self worth. Thor had made you feel better when you had came to him, showering you with golden gifts, shoes, and brotherly love. Despite popular belief, Loki wasn't that much different than his brother. Yes, he wasn't a people person, but he was gruffer, rougher, meaner...sexier. He knew what it was like to feel unwanted, feeling the need to show how powerful he was. If you had been in his situation—and you practically almost were if it hadn't been for Natasha—you would've taken the same road he had.

Speak of the devil, you bumped right into him, his chest only covered by a black silk sweater. With all the heavy thinking you hadn't realized you had walked back to your room. Gathering your thoughts, you looked up at his blue eyes. "Shit, sorry."

"Are you well, angel?" Loki asked, genuinely concerned. He had heard every word Steve had said, and to Loki's dismay, they had all been true. Loki hated Steve as much as Steve hated him, Steve had a reason and so did the God of Lies. The main reason? You.

You nodded, seeing how your room was messy. Books and blankets were on the ground, a broken glass scattered on the floor near your bedside table, a lamp covered in feathers, and last night's clothes strewn around the room. "I'm fine. But my room isn't, holy fuck."

With a wave of his hand, Loki cleared the room, the disastrous mess cleaned up before your eyes. He gave you a smile. "There. Director Cyclops wanted me to inform you and Sleeping Beauty that Maria Hill is in the building. She's ready if we are."

"Great. One thing before we step out this room: be nice."

"I'll try."

—

The mission was far easier than you originally thought. It was less than 24 hours, meaning you wouldn't be trapped in a designated safe house with them, or would you be in any kind of trouble. Just like Fury had said, it was an extract mission. Get the flash drive, get out.

Unfortunately, we'd be forced to go to a gala, one of those unnecessarily fancy parties where the champagne was watered down and the men showed how powerful they were with girls clinging onto their arm. It was a pre-kidnapped Tony Stark kind of party. Thankfully, you had more than a few practice with walking in heels.

The two men were able to put their hatred aside to focus on the job, Loki's magic still restrained even with the urgency of the mission. Maria Hill had filled you in, giving you all the details, the layout of the building, and all the places they suspected the drive to be. The plan was to fly to Hong Kong, get dressed for the party in the Quinjet, attend the gala long enough to find Zhang Wei, and run with the USB flash drive. Simple enough.

The flight from New York to Hong Kong was tiring, even with the eight hour slumber you had, finding yourself in Loki's arms once again. Fortunately, Steve hadn't seen you with Thor's brother, knocking this time and finding you alone, reading the mission file for the millionth time. He had smiled, probably happy he didn't see Loki in your room. That smile didn't last, dropping as soon as he stepped in the Quinjet, greeted Loki and saw the quick smile you sent the raven-haired God. It tugged on his heartstrings; you used to smile at him like that.

At least they kept their snide comments to themselves, only sending the other a glare when you weren't looking. As soon as you looked up, a slightly perplexed expression would come on their face, like they were trying to think of a word that rhymes with orange. Yet, you didn't dare question it, leaving the topic alone and quietly stewing in the testosterone-filled aircraft.

When the Quinjet finally reached Hong Kong, you had already changed into your formal wear. Loki didn't have to move to change his clothes; instead he used his magic, making him look presentable in a blink of an eye. Steve had frowned on that, but decided to let it go considering he had a lot to make up to you. Getting into a fight with your ... whatever Loki was, would not be a great start.

Getting ready for the party had been easy, the dress fit you just right, your hair being in the mood to cooperate, and even your makeup was flawless. The reaction from Steve and Loki certainly didn't help your ego, their comical reactions to your beauty had been amusing and slightly embarrassing.

Steve's mouth has hung open, his jaw unwilling to close while he stared at you. "Wow. Y-you look gorgeous. Wow."

"Truly breathtaking, love." Loki added, licking his lips in appreciation. If there was one thing both he and Steve could agree on, was the way you always turned heads. If anything, Loki wanted to make you his goddess—he just didn't want to admit it to himself just yet.

And since you were too emotionally invested, you took the easy way out and rolled your eyes. Dressed in their tuxes, they looked like they stepped out of a Hugo Boss ad. "Thanks. You guys clean up well."

Steve was too busy admiring you to notice Loki pull out a diamond encrusted ring, not exactly a engagement ring from Jared but one of those rings you get with friends during a drunken girl's night out. Loki stepped up to you, bringing your right hand, placing the ring on your index finger.

"The ring ... goes well with your dress." Loki explained, watching you stare at the ring he had placed. Steve's wonderment has turned sour, a little sad by the gesture. "It was my mother's."

"Loki," you gasped softly, knowing the how special their relationship had been. Thor had explained how Loki spent most his childhood with Frigga, spending his time learning magic, being a mama's boy. With Frigga dead, Loki must've felt some resentment to those dark elves that had been responsible for her death. "I can't— I can't take this."

Loki shrugged, brushing away a stray hair on your cheek. "Yes, you can. You will. It looks beautiful on you. Don't you agree, Captain?"

To be completely honest, Loki had forgotten Steve had existed until his heart faltered at the mention of Frigga. Steve didn't like the way the ring looked like it belonged on you, almost like it had been made specially for you. He nodded, agreeing with Loki once again. "Looks beautiful."

Before it could get any more awkward or embarrassing, an alarm had sounded, the noise saying you from any further feels. All three of you moved to the front, seeing how you hovered a few feet off the landing spot assigned for the Quinjet. With the many SHIELD headquarters, it wasn't a surprise they had in Tokyo just as modernly technical like the one in New York.

The limo ride that took you to the party was tense. Maybe it was the mission that was about to go down, or that awkward moment in the Quinjet. The navy blue, floor-length dress was silky, the fabric soft against your skin. The one-inch straps that came together at the back of your neck accentuated your cleavage, brining them to look bigger than they were. It clung to your curves, but not tight like the dress you had worn the yesterday. This one was far more elegant.

Wrapped in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed when the limo had stopped, the crowded building to your right. The doors opened, both Steve and Loki reaching out a hand to help you out of the limo. Taking them both, you snaked an arm around both of theirs, letting others know you had two dates. You thought the red carpet leading to the entrance was a bit much, even for the Chinese mafia.

Two suited men opened the double glass doors, revealing the fancy gala. Dangerous men and mafia families filled the large room, eyes flickering to your entrance, widening when they realized who had entered. They knew your dates, but SHIELD had made sure to keep your place on the team a secret for missions like this one. No criminal would trust an Avenger, but they might be dumb—or arrogant—enough to be manipulated by a "mole" in SHIELD.

The talking stopped briefly, only to turn to hushed murmurs before they continued as they had before. Both Steve and Loki turned down the campaign, not trusting whatever was put in the liquid. Looking around the room, there was nothing out of the ordinary, well, for a party held by a mafia of course.

"Should we proceed as planned?" Loki confirmed, surveying the room as he tried to find his own target. He locked eyes with the man he needed to distract while Steve and you would sneak away and find Zhang Wei and the flash drive.

Steve nodded, slyly touching his earpiece hidden by his growing hair. You had no idea how Tony convinced him how to grow it out but you were going to thank him later. "Yes. Keep in contact and check in every ten minutes. Be careful."

Loki nodded, heading off to his target but not before giving you a reassuring smile, tiny enough for no one else to notice but it was enough to ease your worries. Yes, he's an all-powerful god but that didn't mean he couldn't die.

Turning to Steve, you smiled at him, almost naughtily. Eyes twinkling with evilness, you hold out your free hand, challenging him with your eyebrows. "Would you like to dance, Stevie?"

You've never seen so much fear in someone's eyes come in such a short time. Steve's contained so much fear you were worried he was going to combust. "Um, I d-don't really know how."

"Why, that's a shame, Captain." a man behind you said. Turning around, you found yourself only a foot away from the mafia leader himself, Zhang Wei. Steve's jaw clenched at the unprepared confrontation. Zhang turned to you, holding his unnaturally thin hand out. You could see the bones through the thin skin, shivering at the sight. "Would you like to dance, darling?"

Taking the opportunity, you nodded, taking his hand, hoping Steve would get the hint to not look so stiff. "I would love to."

Zhang took you to the almost empty dance floor, the music starting as soon as his foot hit the designated area. Smiling maliciously, he tugged on your waist, pulling you close for a proper dance. "You look beautiful, my dear. I'm certain your date is jealous I stole you away."

"He doesn't mind." you answered, returning the smile. Glancing at Steve, you saw him glaring at the back of Zhang's head, burning a hole. "Steve is rather hesitant when it comes to dancing, so, I'm sure he doesn't mind you helping a lady out."

The mafia leader's smiled widened. His eyes briefly landed on Loki, narrowing slightly at the way he interacted with his second in command. You took the brief amount of time to inspect him, noticing how much thinner he looked. With eye bags under his eyes, bones peeking through his hands, and the way his footsteps faltered ever so slightly made you realize he isn't going to be hard to take down. He may be the big bad criminal but from the looks of it, he was dying.

Zhang Wei nodded. "You look familiar. Have I seen you before?"

"I'm an escort. You may or may not have seen me on a bunch of powerful men's arms." you lied, flashing him your most charming smile. Zhang raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards Steve with a tilt of his head. "Steve's the same, poor baby was too shy to ask anyone to be his date."

"Didn't think Captain America would have such a hard time finding a date." Zhang mumbled aloud. He kept the false smile on his face. "If the time came, would you tell me your name, in case I can't find myself a date?"

"Tatia Sinclair." you lied, twirling in his arms.

The mafia leader nodded. The dance floor had filled up, nearly overcrowding. It took you a second to find Steve with all the bodies in the way. Zhang cleared his throat. "What a lovely name. Tatia, darling, would you accompany me to my study? I have to fetch something special of mine and would like you pleasant company."

Steve snarled your name through the earpiece, Loki's growl following along. Again, the super soldier and the god agreed. Steve murmured your name. "Don't."

Ignoring his order—and unnecessary concern—you grinned, taking Zhang outstretched arm. "I would love to."

He led you to the elegant stairs while you discreetly turned off your earpiece, no longer wanting to hear Steve's overprotective ass grumbling about sticking to the plan. If he had checked his folder, he would've seen you were sticking to the plan, just not the way he wanted.

The walk to his office was a slow one, considering how sick the mafia leader was, you weren't surprised when he was out of breath just from climbing the stairs. You didn't comment, instead helping him out and pointing out random things a dumb escort would say. Your personal plan was to make this guy underestimate you, and with the way he was looking at you, he was convinced you were just a body with no brains.

He opened the door to his mahogany office, the room was just as elegant as the party below, oozing power and money. Zhang went to his desk, opening his cabinet. From where he left you, you couldn't see what considering how he held it in his hand without opening his palm. A knock at the door stopped you from asking.

Surprisingly his right hand man came in, the one Loki was supposed to be distracting, at least long enough for us to figure out where the flash drive was. And guessing from the amount of evidence, you were guessing the flash drive was in the mafia leader's hand. He glanced at you, tilting his head at Zhang before speaking.

They talked in Chinese--surprise, surprise--a bit fast for you to fully decipher but the gist of the conversation had been finding a safe, more guarded location for the drive considering both Steve Rogers and Loki Laufeyson were in the building, just a floor below them. The two men paid you no attention as you tried to look clueless, bored, and in all, dumb. In their eyes, you were just checking out the room when actually you had been trying to find more dirt. If it wasn't the drive in his hand, it had to be close by.

"Tatia." Zhang called out, using the fake name you had given him. You turned around, a little glass globe in your hand. You raised an eyebrow, twirling the little sphere. "Would you excuse me? I have some rather pressing issues that need to be dealt with."

And once again, the door opened before you could answer the question. This time, at the door stood Steve and Loki, a man laying on the floor between the two. From the way both their suits were a little ruffled, they had enough waiting and decided to take action. A few appeared out of knowhere, tacking the two but you were left alone to deal with the men in the room. Zhang reached under his desk, where you had discreetly took the hidden gun while they had been talking.

Zhang's second in command quickly pointed his loaded gun at you, and you at him, your eyes reflecting the same emotion: hate. The man spoke to Zhang, keeping his gun steady while Zhang tried to get away. Even for a dying man, he moved fast, leaving you the choice of shooting his second in command in the knee. He cried out, firing his gun out of anguish but you were faster, quickly following Zhang, leaving a big group of men to fight Loki and Steve. They would be able to handle it.

Running in heels was always an annoyance to you, considering how unnecessary they were on missions. They looked hot but the fact that you were forced to wear them was a little sexist. You'd have to talk with Fury about that.

The halls were lit up with chanderliers dangling from the ceiling, all of them shining brightly. For someone who had been limping out of the room, he had been fast, or was hiding but the fact was that you lost him. You could still hear the grunts from where Loki and Steve were punching the fuck out of those mafia men.

You slowed, looking at the painting-decorated walls in search of some kind of secret door, maybe a fake wall. It sounded ridiculous but at the compound, Tony had a bunch of hiding spots, a few you knew and others you didn't. It was infuriating.

The hallway must've lasted forever, and you were convinced he had vanished into thin air. Then you spotted a cracked door, it was enough to be left opened on accident, but that didn't mean it was. With caution, you walked slowly, holding your gun in front of you. With your foot, you cracked the door open, entering a room of complete darkness. From what you could tell, there were no windows, and most likely a fake safe room.

Still, you flipped the light switch on, the room lighting up with it's obnoxiously bright white paint reflecting even brighter with the light. Scanning the room, you noticed how it smelled slightly sweet, the sweetness making you slightly dizzy. You shook your head, trying to find something wrong, like a hidden wall, or maybe another escape route from inside the room.

It didn't take long for you to realize the sweet scent was toxic, the side effect making you dizzier, the room spinning under your feet. As soon as you grasped the wall for support, Zhang came from the wall beside you, the little door opening to reveal the mafia leader holding his own gun, the flash drive in his hand as he taunted you with it.

He laughed at your weakened state, aiming his gun at your heart. It triggered your fight or flight and even with the side effect, you decided to fight. He was weaker than you, slower, his aged brain not processing you running at him. His gun dropped on the ground, along with the USB drive as your hand wrapped around his neck, pushing him against the wall with all your remaining strength.

Zhang had to been immune to the fast-acting toxin while you crumbled, unable to hold your body with the dizziness and fatigue bringing you down. Taking the upper hand, he knocked you over, his fist colliding with your jaw. You grunted, pouncing for the gun and flash drive, hiding the latter in your bra while the mafia leader shook his hand in pain.

Just as you had wrapped your fingers around the barrel of the gun, you heard the gunshot, and felt it hit your shoulder. Your hand was useless, your body way too weak from the toxins to defend yourself against the man, at this point just hoping they would find the flash drive in your bra when they autopsied you.

Another bullet was fired, and this one right on your arm, the pain numb. Maybe this was the way you were going to die, but at least it wasn't painful. That was the best you could've hoped for. And then another bullet was fired, but you didn't feel it, the fire inside you too hot for you to even register the pain. You laid on the ground, eyes drifting close. Zhang dropped dead a couple of feet next to you, his head bleeding out.

Your vision had already blackened when you felt Steve knelt down to you, pulling you into his arms. You were unconscious by the the time you figured out Steve had killed.

—

You woke up to the sound of the irritating beat of your heart of the monitor, and heavy breathing. Despite the very difficult task, you opened your eyes, instantly regretting it when you were met with a blinding light. Thankfully, it went away, revealing where you were in the Medbay, laying on the stiff bed with needles pierced into your skin.

Steve got up from his seat beside you, instantly hovering over you with a worried look on his face. If you hadn't felt like shit, you would've thought his face was permanently like that. "Hey, hey. Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Am I in hell?"

He let out a strained chuckle, taking your hand with the both of his. His furrowed eyebrows remained furrowed, his forehead filled with crinkles. "Sweetheart? How do you feel? Are you in pain? Do you need anything?"

"Holy fuck, you're spitting in my face. Steve, I feel like shit but I promise I'm fine. Come on, don't you don't have to worry so much." you replied, wishing you could do something other than lie in pain.

"You're fine? I watched you get shot, held you in my arms while you bled out in front of me. If it wasn't for Loki, you'd be dead. Don't you understand how not fine that is? What the hell were you thinking?" Steve raged, letting go of your hand to pace around the room. Judging from the lack of sunlight coming from the windows, it was nighttime, the whole compound barely lit.

"Did you find the drive? I had it—"

"Are you actually worrying about the flash drive when you almost died? Do you not care whether or not you live?" Steve blurted, throwing his hands up in the air, clearly frustrated with how the conversation was going.

"Where's Loki?" you whispered, your eyes slowly closing. You fought to keep them open, hoping for an answer and wishing you could postpone this argument with Steve until morning when you finally could argue back.

Steve calmed down, appreciating the God of Mischief a lot more when he saved your life. "He's filling out Fury on the whole situation. And we found the flash drive, which made Fury gleam with glee."

"Good." you yawned, letting your eyes close knowing Loki was safe and found the flash drive. Steve whispered something but you were already too far gone, falling asleep as soon as your eyes closed.

Loki came into the room a few minutes after you fell asleep, stepping up next to Steve who had been staring your sleeping form. The raven-haired God pulled up a chair, his eyes never leaving your face. "How is she?"

"More worried about the aftermath of the mission more than herself." Steve answered, his voice wavering for a second at the thought of losing you. The super soldier turned to Loki. "Thank you for going against the rules and using your magic to save her. I think it's safe to say you won't get into any trouble, especially with her fighting Tony about it."

Loki shrugged, waving away the compliment. "You would've done the same if you could've."

A beat of silence passed before Steve spoke again, more determined than ever to win back your trust. "I like her, you know?"

"I care for her, too." Loki replied. "And I know that you care for her but don't you understand that I'm far better for her than you ever will? You hurt her. You broke her trust. I may only know her for a few days but I know breaking trust is important to her. To earn it back—"

"Would almost be impossible." Steve finished, his eyes dropping to the bed. "But I have to try. I really like her."

"As do I. And I'm not giving up."

"Neither will I."

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TRIPLE TROUBLE (PART 2)

Pairing- Tom Holland(x3) x Reader

Summary- Who knew teasing Arvin, Peter and Tom, your three boyfriends would get you such a punishment...triple punishment.

Warning- ABSOLUTE FILTH (I don't know even how but the entire fic is smut. JUST SMUT.)

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There weren't a lot of people who were into polyamorous relationships. Naturally having more than one person in your life would be a nightmare to anyone. But with Tom, Arvin and Peter everything just seemed so easy.

On some days Peter and you would go out on dates to a beach or just walking in the park hand-in-hand. On some days Tom and you would go to a movie together or sometimes it was a dinner date. With Arvin you felt like a teenage girl again who would be with her first boyfriend. You know the same hormonal teenagers who were always horny. Well that resulted in Arvin eating you out in the car as if there was so tomorrow or the both of you making out behind a bus.

Regardless it was never difficult with them, instead they made your life easier. Your favorite days were when you would tease them with your nudes, whenever you would go out for an office trip. Oh man you loved teasing them. But they had had enough of your teasing and little did you know it was your turn.

It had been two weeks since you had left for your office trip and you were excited to see them again. Your boys...you had missed them. When you stepped outside the airport you found Arvin waiting for you. "Babe!!" you yelled to have his attention towards you. "Hi!!" he mouthed as he ran to you and picked you up. Both of you chuckled and his familiar cologne comforted you. The endearing moment was over when you felt his fingers on the hem of your panties. "Ah" you gasped when you realized his fingers slowly had started making their way..inside.. The skirt you were wearing let him in with no difficulty and the overcoat you wore protected the world from the torture Arvin was doing to you.

"Let's go home kitten..they are waiting." Arvin whispered in your ears and he chuckled as he felt your fresh slick coat his fingers which were still massaging your velvety folds. "O-Okay" as he pulled his fingers out, your folds clenched around nothing.

The entire ride back home was..well difficult. Arvin played this sensual music while his fingers trailed up and down your thigs. That made things difficult because you were already riled up since your little reunion at the airport. "Already kitten? we still have the entire day ahead of us" Arvin chuckled as he saw your restlessness. You were frustrated as they never kept you waiting but you needed it.

You needed to cum.

When you reached home, Peter hugged you and helped with your bags. Tom took one look at knew what was going on. "Vin' already? I thought we were gonna wait." Tom talked sheepishly. "Couldn't control man, you have no idea how wet she is right now" Arvin said as he took out his overcoat and hung it. "Wait for what Tom?" you asked. "Payback time" Peter said as he made his way back, grabbed his bag and winked at you before stepping out of the house for his class.

You blushed as you entered your room and undressed yourself. "Sugar! Don't help yourself" Tom warned from the living room. "We will come to know" Arvin added. "Fucking triplets" you cursed. After stepping outside of your bath, you tried to hunt down your lingerie but you couldn't find any. "Arvin babe where is my lingerie?" you asked. "Not allowed today." You could have swore that you head them high fiving each other.

Around two hours later, Arvin had left for work and it was only Tom and you at the house. You were in the kitchen making some food for the both of you. Fuck your jetlag, two weeks of no sex and these triplets are making you wait. You were sexually frustrated.

"Hey" Tom whispered as he stood behind you dragging his lips on the nook of your neck. Your sexual frustration ran way somewhere when you him picking up your dress-shirt and felt his rock hard dick lined up in your entrance. "Wanna know where did you panties go?" he said while kissing your earlobe. You nodded, "hnng" you withered as he slapped the tip of his cock on your bud. But just when you were gonna cum he pulled away. "We will tell you later" he spoke with no difficulty, "NOOOO just please fuck me..please" you pleaded but he just caressed your hair and walked away. "I am gonna cry" that sexual frustration which had run away somewhere hit you like a truck when you felt your slick running down your thigs.

With all that sexual tension, you had to take a bath again to clean yourself. Now that all the three of your boys were home, you could only imagine what they would do to you. You stepped outside the bathroom and suddenly could feel hot breath on your neck. It was Peter. "Hey Y/N" he whispered. "Peter I just took a bath, I have to clean myself again if you continue to do this." you spoke with frustration clearly evident on your tone. On your sudden confession Peter cocked an eyebrow, placed the ice container and looked behind you. "Not anymore kitten, we have had our fun." Arvin spoke from behind nibbling on your left ear. "We can't control either" confessed Tom occupying your right side. You were sandwiched in between the three of them, it just felt so good. With their hands roaming around your skin and their legs parting your knees apart, oh you could melt away then and there.

Peter disrobed you and all the three of them looked at your now exposed body with lust in their eyes. Peter who was usually the shy one, was the first to crash his lips into yours. Tom made his way down and Arvin massaged your nipples. None of you spoke anything but your moans, all those sensations going around your skin and the three of them panting was enough. But the sudden silence was broken because of a sudden yelp extracted from you when Tom placed an ice cube on your inner thing. "So wet" Tom whispered as he slowly dragged his fingers along your folds followed by the ice cube.

Warm breaths, cold water suddenly on your bud and Tom's fingers slashing through you were enough to have you come undone with a loud moan. "That's it baby, missed this." panted Tom. Peter grabbed an ice cube himself and pressed them on your nipples, he alternated sucking and pressing the ice cube on your perked up nipples. "Ahh..so g-good...fuck" you moaned too emerged in the sensations and you felt Arvin's cock enter you from behind. The foreplay had made you wet enough for them to forego the lubricant. "Fucked you so well..but still this tight isn't it" Arvin panted as he slipped out completely only to slam back into you. "Think you can take Pete too?" Tom asked never once stopping his fingers inside you. "Yes p-please" you whimpered at the suggestion.

Arvin pulled out to have Peter adjusted. Tom fetched his cock out which bounced against his abdomen because of how riled up he was. "Couldn't control huh?" you mocked him as you stroked his dick. He smirked and moaned as you gulped around his cock in your mouth. "Ahh" "Fuck" Tom and Peter grunted as both of them entered you together. The sudden stretch was a bit painful but Peter massaged your clit. "HNNGH" you moaned but with Tom's cock deep down your throat, it only seemed like a vibration. Tom's head fell back as his sensitive cock head received the vibration of your moan.

Peter and Tom alternated and set a pace which had you quivering on the bed. You came the second time that night and Tom and Peter couldn't hold back at your clenching walls. Hot cum ran down your throat and from your pussy. It was rushed, rough and messy and they knew you loved it.

"Feel better?" Peter asked you and your smile said everything. "By the way where are my panties?" you suddenly remembered. All the three of them chuckled and Arvin said, "We jerked off to it."

What else could you say? The sudden confession had fresh slick oozing out of you..again.

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[evafrechette]

I hope you're a plumber because you’ve got my pipe leaking

↠ seokjin x jungkook | smut | golddigger!jk, plumber!seokjin | 18+ | 3.8k

↠ Summary: Gold digger Jungkook is frustrated his decrepit husband can't give him good dick. Enter plumber Seokjin who is slightly oblivious to Jungkook's invitation for sex and just thinks the whole house has bad indoor plumbing if the constant calls to their office about a leaking pipe is to go by.

↠ Warnings: rimming, anal sex, creampie, cheating, butt plugs, size queen jk, bottom jk, top seokjin, loads of plumbing jokes, mario reference, spanking, anal play

↠ Written for the BTS Porn Cliche Fest ↠

Jungkook sighs as he plonks down onto the lush gold velvet Chesterfield sofa. His long blond hair falls into his eyes and he puffs it away dramatically. This wasn't how he pictured his life when he married one of the most powerful and rich men in the city. Jungkook thought it would be lavish cocktail parties, expensive cars, jet setting around the globe and attractive half naked pool boys. What he got was a grumpy elderly workaholic husband who forbids him from staying out late, a pool cleaner who looks like John Wayne Gacy and a husband who can't get his dick hard. At least he gets free reign of the black card!

He picks up the remote and points it towards the TV. The screen flicks on to loud moaning. It's a bondage scene - some skinny twink is tied up and a big burly leather clad man is thrusting into him at incredible speed. Jungkook yawns and changes the channel. He watched that one earlier in the day. He flicks unimpressively through various channels before deciding to turn the TV off. He's bored, SO bored. He hasn't had sex all week, he hasn't had GOOD sex in years. His husband needs help via a little blue pill to even get it up and since he has been too busy with a big case load at work recently Jungkook's been left to his own devices and he's starting to get antsy. Just then a brilliant idea pops into his head. A few weeks ago they had trouble with a clogged drain and the most beautiful man alive was sent to work on it. Jungkook remembers the way his broad shoulders strained under his work uniform, his big plush lips pouting as he concentrated, and those big feet. They were huge. Big feet, big cock as they say. And Jungkook was longing to find out if that was the case with the statuesque plumber. He rushes up the stairs, taking two steps at a time and flings himself into his husbands office. He skips over to the desk and throws open every drawer to find the address book containing the mystery plumbers number. "Ugh, where the hell has that old bastard put it..." Jungkook whines throwing important documents in the air. He continues searching drawers until he finds the book he was looking for. "Tada!! Okay, now to find his number." a giggle escapes his lips, Jungkook is euphoric. He knows his husband wouldn't be happy with his sinful plans, but that's what is making it all that much more tempting to him. Jungkook is being a little brat. He misses feeling like this. Married life has well and truly stifled his exuberance for life. He reaches over to the telephone on the desk and dials the number, but no one answers. He tries again and still no answer. He slams the receiver down and pouts, with his arms crossed in front of him. This is his punishment for thinking of fucking another man. Of course it would never happen, what was he even thinking? *ring ring* Jungkook eyes the phone suspiciously, has his husband somehow found out he's in his office and is ringing to yell at him? He quickly scans the room to spot any security cameras before picking up. "Hello yeah sorry I missed your calls, who is this?" "Who is this?" Jungkook enquired sceptically. "Uhh you rang me? Is this about a plumbing job?" Jungkook's eyes go wide, he's talking to handsome plumber, oh shit this is his chance. "Oh yes, sorry, Hi, yes we have a problem with the . .  . pipe, yeah the pipe under the sink. . um in the kitchen. There is water everywhere I don't know what to do.” "Okay, I'm actually not working tonight. . . " "OH NO PLEASE I need you . . uh I mean I need your help!" His eyes roll into the back of his head, he sounds like such an idiot right now. "Text me your address and I'll be there in about 40 minutes. This will be an after hours service so I have to charge more." "That's fine! That's okay, thank you so much." Jungkook hangs up and fist pumps the air then quickly sends his address to the man. His plan is in motion, now all he has to do is cause some damage.

He runs down the stairs and straight into the kitchen, his knee high socks helping him slide to the sink. He drops down onto his knees and throws the doors to the sink cupboard open. Jungkook knows absolutely nothing about plumbing, so he starts to unscrew whatever he can find. He stands back up and turns the faucet on then crouches back down to see if his wicked plan has worked. He can see a trickle of water escaping the pipe, but it's not enough so he unscrews it more. All of a sudden water is gushing everywhere. He thinks it's still not enough to have needed to call a plumber out (and he does have a flair for dramatics), so he grabs a bowl, fills it to the brim then splashes it all over the floor, he does it again this time splashing inside the cupboard. He stands back and takes a look at his handiwork. Not bad he thinks to himself. Jungkook runs to the laundry and grabs a few towels, placing them around the floor, to look as though he had attempted to clean the mess then scrampers his way to his bedroom to get ready. He removes his sweats and puts on a cute pair of pink panties, followed by an oversized hoody. He goes to head out the door when he stops and spins back around. He walks to his side of the wardrobe and brings out a purple box. Inside are a range of toys, but there is one in particular Jungkook is looking for. A black butt plug with a beautiful glistening pink gem. Before he puts the box away he grabs a bottle of lube and then makes his way to the bed to undress. He lubes up his fingers, reaches down and slowly inserts one inside himself, he pumps in and out a few times before adding another. He scissors his fingers, stretching himself out perfectly for the plug. He grabs the butt plug and slathers it with lube before pushing it into his pink hole. Jungkook let's out a small moan when it's in and pulls his panties back up. Just then he hears the door bell ring. Shit, has it been 40 minutes already?! He pops the lube into his hoody pocket, wipes his hands in the duvet cover then takes a quick look in the mirror, brushing down his long blond locks with his fingers before making his way down the stairs and towards the front door. Jungkook can feel his heart racing, he's starting to second guess himself now. What if Mr Plumber isn't even into guys? The doorbell rings again, so he takes a deep breath and opens the heavy front door. Jungkook looks around curiously, the man in front of him has a terrible fake moustache and is wearing some kind of costume. He's seen this costume before, but where exactly . . . oh that's right! "Uhhh, why are you dressed as Mario?" The taller man let's out a loud laugh before gesturing to be let in. Jungkook's cock is as confused as he is, but he steps aside allowing the man entrance. "I was at a fancy dress party when you rang. I didn't have time to get changed, is that okay? I mean, I am technically in a plumbers work uniform . . just not my own." Jungkook studies him. He's wearing a red shirt underneath blue overalls, white gloves, an oversized red hat and that hilarious fake moustache. He's such a beautiful man, that he even makes the costume look good. Jungkook never thought he'd ever get hard over someone wearing work overalls, but here he is, swelling up already. He coughs nervously, "No that's fine, sorry for calling on your day off but I just had no idea what to do, there is so much water everywhere." The plumber smiles "Which way to the leak?" Jungkook let's out a squeak and leads the man into the kitchen, he takes small deliberate steps, swishing his hips, looking back with an innocent smile. As they enter the plumber pops his toolbox down on the bench and crouches down to see the damage. "You know us plumbers always take our work very seriously. We plunge straight into it.” the laugh that follows is the cutest laugh Jungkook has ever heard, it reminds him of windshield wipers. He can't help but laugh at the cheesy joke. "I know a good plumbing joke." Jungkook exclaims. "Oh yeah? I'd love to hear it.” his attention now solely on Jungkook. "I once gave a

carpenter, plumber and a bricklayer a hand job at the same time. I guess you could call me a Jack off all trades." The plumbers ears go red immediately and he turns his attention back to the sink. Jungkook groans quietly, that didn't go down well. He thought it was a fantastic joke too, one of his best. He leans over the bench and absentmindedly twirls his hair in between his fingers. The man is truly irresistible, his shoulders are so incredibly wide, arms toned, and he has a fantastic ass in those overalls. "So what's your name anyway?" Jungkook murmurs. "I'm Seokjin, you can just call me Jin though. And you are?" "Jungkook..." "Is your dad home? I've been here a few times before." "My dad? Ooohh you mean my husband, umm no he's at work. . . late .  . again." Jungkook huffs and throws his arms down on the bench, his head follows until his torso is leaning completely on the bench top. In this position his hoody rides up showing off the pale pink of his underwear. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Jin peek before looking away. A smirk appears on Jungkook's face. "So tell me another joke! That was a good one before." Jin clears his throat "I knew a plumber that was working on the side to become an artist. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a faucet for his creativity." Jungkook let's out an over the top laugh which causes his ass to jiggle. That joke was incredibly lame, but clearly Jin is into this shit so he's gonna play it up. He slowly leans up from the bench and walks over to the fridge. "Would you like a drink?" "Water will be fine thanks, if you have it.” Jungkook reaches as far back into the fridge as he can, bent over in a way that isn't necessary, drinks are on the top shelf after all, but he wants to give the attractive man a little show. He walks over and holds out the bottle of water for Jin. When he grabs it their fingers touch gently causing one another to lock eyes. "Ya know, I've been doing this plumbing thing for years, I'm used to seeing all sorts of leaks. This one though is unusual.." "Hmm really? How?" Jin stands and places the bottle in the sink, he walks over to Jungkook and stands uncomfortably close to the blond. His breath warm against Jungkook's ear as he whispers. "Well I can tell someone got under that sink and loosened the locknut and coupling nuts and I'm thinking it may have been a certain someone parading around in hardly any clothes, showing off his pretty little ass at every chance." Jungkook's breath hitches in his throat, the man smells like beer and woody fig leaves and even with that ridiculous moustache on his face his entire aura right now is intimidating as fuck, and it's got Jungkook getting harder by the second. "Does your old man not treat his little boy toy right huh? I've seen you around whenever I've been called here for a job. Always checking me out, is that why you called tonight? To think I thought you just had really terrible plumbing here..." Jungkook can't even get any words out, so he just nods his head like some stupid dog toy you'd pop on the dash of your car. This causes Jin to laugh, his fingers tracing along Jungkook's jaw. He tilts the younger man's face up and smashes their lips together. The kiss is rushed and frenzied. Their teeth knock against each others and they are left panting, but it's perfect and Jungkook hasn't felt this alive in years. Jin's soft velvety lips brush against Jungkook's earlobe as he purrs "What do you want me to do?" "Whatever you want, please, anything." Jungkook tried to keep his voice steady, but it was no use, he was desperate to feel the attractive man inside him. "Anything?" Jin cocked his head to the side, a wicked smile planted on his face. "I want you up on the dining room table, on all fours," he clapped his hands together twice "Chop chop, let's do this. And take the panties off too.” Jungkook was too aroused to even question the strange request as he walked a little too eagerly through to the dining room. He quickly removed his panties then pulled back the dining room chair and used it to step up

onto the table. He got into position, his knees already aching a little as they dug into the wooden table top. He could feel the calloused hands of the plumber running over his soft ass, before a hard smack was heard echoing through the room. Jungkook yelped, not expecting to be spanked but it felt so fucking good, so he wiggled his ass in the air hoping Jin would get the hint and do it again. Jin got it alright, and gave Jungkook 5 hard smacks right across his left ass check. He could feel pre cum leaking from his hard cock pooling onto the table below and his face flushed red from embarrassment. He could feel Jin's hand on him again and braced himself for the next set of smacks, but instead his fingers lightly traced over the marks admiring his reddened handprint, slowly his fingers made their way to Jungkook's hole, where the plug was fully on display. He pushed on the gem causing Jungkook to let out a choked whimper. "Did you put this in just for me?" Jin queries as he slowly pulls out the plug before pushing back in, amazed at the way Jungkook's hole seemed perfectly made for the toy, stretching easily to fit around the the widest part and then sucking the rest in. "Y . . yes, for you." Jungkook gasped as Jin removed the toy completely leaving him feeling empty and open. He didn't have much time to get used to that feeling as Jin begin to kiss the back of his thighs, nipping and sucking sure to leave marks. His kisses trailed up to Jungkook's ass, lightly nibbling on each cheek. Jungkook was a mess already, panting and leaking pre cum, he so desperately wanted to reach between his legs and jerk himself off, but he wanted Jin to be the one to make him cum. Not his boring old, overly used hand. Jin spread Jungkook's ass cheeks apart and ran his tongue over his open hole. Jungkook's needy whining spurred him on, so he fucked his tongue deep into his ass. Jungkook was in ecstasy he'd never had anyone eat him out before. It was a feeling like nothing he had ever experienced, lost in the feeling he pushed his ass back onto Jin's mouth and begged the man go faster. Jin enthusiastically grabbed onto his ass and spread his cheeks even further apart as he added a finger beside his tongue, fucking Jungkook's ass in tandem. Jin removed his mouth from Jungkook's alluring hole, and continued to fuck him with his finger. "My mother always said you should eat every meal at the dining room table. And that was one of the best meals I've ever had." he casually removed his finger and watched as Jungkook's hole puckered open from the loss. He gave his ass a quick pat before standing back and getting undressed. Jungkook's knees were red and irritated from the pressure of being on the table, so he finally moved off his hands and knees and sat back on the table with his legs dangling over the side. His already big eyes went even wider when he saw the naked man in front of him. He was right, so fucking right. Jin was huge, massive, enormous, mammoth, super sized. It was the biggest fucking cock he had ever seen. "Why are you in plumbing? You should be in porn. Look at that thing!" Jungkook pointed directly at Jin's cock. A look of utter amazement on his face. "Why do you think plumbers and therapists make so much money?” "I have no idea?" He shook his head, blond hair flailing around his face. "Because no one else wants to deal with other peoples shit. Now lay back on the table for me will ya.” Jungkook didn't have to be asked twice, he pushed himself back and lay flat on the table, Jin sauntered over and pulled Jungkook down so they were flush with one another. Jungkook's entrance was shiny and wet from Jin's earlier tongue escapades, but he knew it might still not be enough, so he reached into his hoody and pulled out the lube. "Umm just in case." he shyly looked towards Jin who smiled affectionately and took the bottle from him. He squirted a generous amount over his hard cock and positioned himself against Jungkook's entrance. Jin pushed in slowly, allowing Jungkook time to adjust around his large size. He pulled out and

pushed back in again even slower this time, inch by inch stretching him out, making Jungkook feel so full he felt as though the room was spinning. Jungkook was speechless, he looked up at the exquisite man above him and decided he must have slipped on the wet kitchen floor, died and gone to heaven. He was being fucked by an angel with the biggest cock humanly possible. Trembling, shaky sobs left his chapped lips as the man thrust into him long and slow. Jungkook pushed down onto Jin to meet his thrusts hoping that the man would speed up a little, but Jin just grabbed onto his hips and held him down into place. He was truly at Jin's mercy. The two men were a sweaty, panting mess. The sound of their skin slapping against each other ricocheted around the dining room. Jin lifted Jungkook's right leg and hooked his foot over his shoulder. A bolt of heat shocked Jungkook's insides as Jin's cock hit his prostate over and over again with every thrust. "Oohh fuck, I'm gonna come." he cried out. Jin picked up the pace as his large hand curled around Jungkook's swollen cock, pumping him in time with his own thrusts. Jungkook's sensations were heightened the minute that tough-skinned fingers were being drawn up and down his length. He felt his balls tightening and knew that just a few more thrusts would be all it would take to reach his release. He closed his eyes tightly and let out a drawn-out needy moan as his cock pulsated in Jin's hand, spurts of his hot cum landing on his stomach and all over Jin's tight grip. Jin stopped his movement and allowed the younger man to come down from his high before he started to thrust even harder inside Jungkook's tight ass. Jungkook was oversensitive, his ass tightening with every twitch of Jin's cock inside of him. Jin didn't hold back though, thrusting hard and deep inside of him. "Ahhh fuck, you feel so fucking good, so tight on my cock." Jin grunts between thrusts. Jungkook's whines were stirring him on towards his own release. Jin grits his teeth and sweat drips down his forehead as he finally comes inside Jungkook's tight hole. He is absolutely spent and leans down to kiss the blond. Their kiss is weak and slow, but incredibly sensual. Their sweaty forheads bump which causes a giggle from both men. "Eww you're sweating on me.” Jungkook pouts. "Wow, you're worried about that? I just came in your ass! Speaking of . . " Jin reaches over Jungkook's head and grabs the butt plug, he slowly removes his sizable cock from the blonds ass and teases the plug around Jungkook's hole, watching as it flutters open and his cum start to freely drip out. He pushes the plug in easily, trapping his cum inside. "Since you clearly wanted me inside you for a while now, you can enjoy my cum in your ass when I'm gone." he playfully winks at Jungkook.

The two men get dressed, casting each other looks of utter fondness. They walk back into the kitchen and grab their long abandoned bottles of water. Jungkook gulps his down, not realising just how thirsty he was. He forgot that good sex can wear your ass out. What a workout, why would anyone go to a gym when you could just fuck instead? A noise from the foyer startles them both, it's the sound of the front door being opened and closed. Jin grabs his toolbox and looks at Jungkook nervously, the blond smiles sweetly at the plumber and whispers "Just follow my lead"

An older man with a full head of grey hair, deep wrinkles, glasses sitting atop of his wide nose and wearing an over sized suit ploddingly makes his way into the room. "Oh honey, it's so nice to see you I thought you'd be at work all night?" Jungkook says as he kisses his husband on the cheek. "Mm yes well, I got as much done as I could tonight. Did we have trouble with the plumbing again? Why is Mr Kim here . . dressed like that?" "Yes sir, sorry I was at a dress up party and didn't have time to change. Your kitchen sink had a leak. It was an easy fix though, took only 10 minutes or so. I'll email through an invoice first thing on Monday morning.... Okay, I better go now." he tensely glances in Jungkook's direction. "Let me walk you out." he smiles back sweetly. When they reach the door Jungkook looks back to make sure he's not being watched by his doddering husband before he leans in and kisses Jin chastely on the cheek. "We should do this again next weekend, maybe the pipes in the pool house will unexpectedly play up hmm?" Jin flashes him a ravishing smile and winks at him as he exits the mansion. Jungkook watches Jin's enticing firm ass walk back to his car and feels the stirring of butterflies in his belly. He's starting to get feelings for a plumber with a terrible sense of humor but with a cock so large it should be illegal. He chuckles to himself as he closes the door, his entire night could be the storyline of some cheesy C grade porno film. But he can't wait to experience it all over again next weekend.

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[baeklination]

Room 4

Date: 210621

Warnings: SMUT🔞, masturbation, mouth-fucking, standard fucking, voyeurism(-ish?)

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 1, 9k

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You whistle in jest when he comes out into the kitchen.

"I thought you were going to a fundraiser, not a hedonistic sex fest…"

Baekhyun's clothes are perfectly fine to wear where he's going, but he always makes things extra fine; his thin v-neck, nonchalantly tucked into the front his black leather trousers; a simple black blazer for a bit of class - and two silver necklaces for a little pizzazz. He's had a thing for the darker tones since he dyed his hair gray.

"If you don't hurry up I might bolt the door shut so you can't get out."

"As if you're not dying to have a night off", he smiles into the mirror, meeting your reflection while tidying his hair.

"I was..."

You can tell when he gets a feeling, just like now. He looks you straight in the eye - albeit via mirroring - with the tiniest narrowing of his eyes.

"Sleep in four tonight."

You lean back, happy.

"Phone..?"

"Off."

"Do you know what time you'll be home?"

"No. Late", he says, going to wiggle his feet into his shoes. "But don't stay up too long."

"I won't. Maybe I'll read Lee's dissertation on why dadaism really is the true impressionism…", you snort.

"Ooh, I know how you've been waiting to get your hands on that riveting read..!", Baekhyun jokes and gives you a kiss goodbye. "See you lat- tomorrow. Eight?"

"That's so long", you frown. “But okay.”

His delicate fingers push gently on the nape of your neck when he kisses you again.

"So touch yourself", he moans into your mouth before pulling away and leaving.

Having to wait until tomorrow to see Baekhyun isn't much fun, but knowing it's number four - actually - knowing that makes it worse, makes your underwear soaked as you keep replaying what you did last time:

“Where will you be?”

“I know you’ll keep looking over if I tell you”, he says. “You don’t know I’m there, remember?”

You skip clothes altogether save for a white satin robe; there isn’t much point in getting all done up when it’s coming off so quickly. And besides, Baek will no doubt assume you’ll be wearing something, panties at least, so he’ll choke when he finds out you aren’t.

You’re a bit jittery - pleasing yourself when you know he’s watching makes you a bit embarrassed, but it’s also what arouses you. Thinking about his cock getting so hard he has to release it and pump with a steady hand, careful not to come, as he looks on makes you slick and you can feel it as you walk around. You take a calming breath and open the door.

Luckily, you turned the light on beforehand, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see a thing. And trying to look to see where Baekhyun might be hiding would be impossible - it’s near pitch black in your garden. You give the daybed a shove so it stands by the wall and prop some pillows up before you lean back, play-acting as if you’re just having a quiet night in. You don’t have to look to know how swollen your clit is, how the thick strings cover it and everything else. It may have been Baekhyun’s request - but it’s your pleasure. Putting on a show for him, you pretend to be a little coy. Pretend you’re embarrassed at being so aroused you HAVE to touch yourself. The truth is closer to you by now having to pace yourself, closer to your core pulsating - almost hurting - ‘cus you want it so bad.

You undo the knot on the robe and let the thin fabric fall from your shoulders to expose your breast. Your nipples are hard pebbles in your fingers, sending jolts down in between your legs as you stroke and pinch them. For him you wet your fingers, pushing them in and out of your mouth a few times before circling your nipple again. You can’t wait any longer. You spread your legs and caress your thigh downwards with one hand, the other still stroking your breast, and pull at your folds for Baekhyun to see the state you're in. Lightly you run a finger over your ass. You’re wet all the way down. Reaching under one of the pillows your hand finds the treasure you’ve put there previously; smooth, metallic silver - a perfect fit in your hand. Without any playing around you put it to your entrance and watch as the top slides in. Your hips lift instinctively as you drop your head back and let the dildo fill you completely. There is no resistance at all, you can easily hold it with just two fingers. Almost completely lost in the moment your first thought is that you’ve turned the vibration on, but see the lit screen on your phone when you look down. A text from Baekhyun: “Call me, don’t say anything. Put me on speaker.”

He picks up, saying nothing, so you put the phone by your legs and continue. You put a little extra volume in your moan to make sure he hears it; Baekhyun gets excruciatingly turned on by everything that has to do with you masturbating. Knowing he’s out there listening to the wet sound of your pussy, agonizing over whether to control himself or to just let himself go and orgasm makes the dildo a rather futile replacement. But a replacement nonetheless, so you turn the vibration on - jolting with a moan - and push it up to touch your sweet spot over and over, your chest rising higher, hand squeezing your breast harder. You put it on max and thrust as quickly as you can. The muscles in your ass tighten until you’re pushed over the edge, shaking, muscles going on and off without control as your orgasm pierces through you, stopping your breath in your throat.

You ride it out, even more fluids running out and look at your phone: Baekhyun’s ended the call. And no wonder - you can already hear him tearing through the house. He opens the door, his torso already naked and shakes his head with a smile as he walks up and pulls the rest off; his cock barely sways, that’s how stiff he is.

“How was it?”

Baekhyun rolls his eyes in appreciation and forces his cock down for you to take it in your mouth. Holding your head in his hands, he fucks you. Not violently, as if trying to get a gag reflex, but unhurried, because what he wants today is to be in your mouth, not have you choke and stop.

“Oh, baby…”, he moans, stroking your hair. “Oh, baby, you looked so pretty.”

His length fills you comfortably, lets you appreciate the veins and smoothness, the hardness contrasted by the bounce of the head, pre-cum brushed out on your tongue.

“I know you just- mmh...I know you just fucked yourself, but I’m gonna be a bit rough...”

You meet his eyes to tell him it’s okay. It’s more than okay - who wouldn’t want a man who loses his shit over you?

“Just bend over here.”

The daybed is lower than your kneeling position, so you get a natural arch in your back with your ass high up. Baekhyun groans with pleasure when he gets down behind you, eyeing the bottom of your swollen clit and drenched holes.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty…”, he says, and fills you up with his cock.

Different from before, where he wanted to be wrapped up in every bit of sensation, this time he pounds, pulls - practically claws at - you. It takes a lot to brace yourself, even with him holding you, but you don't mind - on the contrary - because you know what's going on in his mind when he's like this: "...as if I just have to come in you. I need my cum to be in you."

"Ah, shit… Aish…"

He pulls you back, arm around your neck, pulling on your waist to meet his shattering thrusts as he finally gets to orgasm.

●

You're already wide awake and waiting when the clock strikes eight. The day is like the room: gray and beautiful. One of those days you'd drive down to the Farmer's Market and pick up homemade foods like bread and marmalade to cosy down with back home, safely sheltered from the rain undoubtedly on it's way.

You get a jolt when your phone buzzes. It's a snippet from Baekhyun, four seconds of him stroking and slowly pumping himself, hard as a rock. That's all it takes - would take if you weren't already ready. You make a painting of yourself, laying on your side, letting the blanket drape off your legs, just about showing a bit of cheek.

When the door opens you keep looking out the window. A gust of cool air hits your back when Baekhyun lifts the blanket and presses himself up against you.

“Good morning”, he whispers with a voice still husky from sleep, pressing his groin against your ass.

“Morning, B.”

“I’m throbbing”, he groans, dragging his teeth on your neck. “I want you so bad…”

You press yourself closer to him, press his ass closer.

“Why didn’t you come in last night?”

“I did.” His breathing is so heavy behind your ear it’s only a matter of time before it gets damp with condensation. “The window. Look at it.”

It stirs deep in your core. Right in front of you there’s a translucent white stain, having dried in the midst of running down the window. So he was here last night. Probably pretending he wasn’t going to do anything, that he just couldn’t help himself when he saw you; he had to inch down those leather trousers and stroke himself. You could just imagine him leaning against the window while you were asleep...

"What got you so hot and bothered, Baekhyun?"

"I was thinking about how you couldn't keep your hands off this tight little pussy last time you were here…"

"If you'd come home earlier last night…", you say, opening your leg over his, feeling the cool air hit your juices.

Baekhyun runs his hand down your thigh.

"What did you do?", he asks in a deeper voice and slaps your pussy.

You yelp from the exhilarating pain.

“Always so dirty when you think no one’s looking...”

He nearly swallows you with his sloppy open-mouthed kisses before he moves on top of you, putting one leg over his shoulder, letting the other one rest between his legs. Holding on to your thigh, the angle allows his pelvis to push his cock deep inside, the head continuously landing in that pocket of pleasure: light as air, yet full at the same time.

“Don’t stop…”, you whisper faintly, stroking your breasts as you feel his thick length fill your inside over and over. “Fuck… Don’t stop, I’m gonna come...”

Baekhyun moans, picking up his speed, driving himself in hard and towards his own edge, but you get there first; the muscles in your lower body lock, spasming, to the beat of your chopped up whines. Baekhyun, being right after you, pulls you up to a half-straddle; leaning backwards on your arms you pray your shaky legs won’t give out from his pounding. Luckily, he trembles.

“Mm, baby...fuck”, he moans, keeping control of his tempo until he pulls you down on top of him, pressing tightly.

He lays his head against your forehead for a moment, before turning your face up to kiss you.

“Let’s stay in here today.”

#baekhyun #baekhyun smut #voyeurism-ish at times

[blackkwidowed]

Caught in the Middle

Requested:

hi love! would you do one where reader and nat are not together just yet, but reader catches nat masturbating in her room while moaning reader's name, and things escalate from there? (lots of dirty talk please i need it) thanks a lot ❤

Summary: simple. Nat gets caught fucking herself and it goes better than she expected.

Rating: E. 18+, OBVIOUSLY. Smut, masturbation, Nat literally comes on your leg, sub!nat. obviously. dirty talk as requested. maybe a little mention of light bondage. with a belt. 

Word Count: 2,408

Yes I know, it’s been a while. Sorry. Here’s something to make it up to you. 

Friday nights always mean girls nights for you and Natasha. 

Except, tonight it didn’t go quite the way you thought it would. 

Typically, you’d just order takeout and watch movies, or you’d drink and play music and talk absolute shit for hours late into the night. Naturally, you’d expected the same again from your roommate tonight. 

That certainly did not happen. 

Arriving home from work, you expected to say your usual hello to Natasha before jumping straight into the shower, but she’s nowhere to be seen in your shared apartment, until you reach her bedroom. 

The door is ajar, just slightly. Natasha is lying on her bed, you can see the bottom of her legs through the little gap in the door. You peek inside, and freeze. 

The sight isn't something you expected, it’s not something you ever thought would occur, but you’d be absolutely stupid to ever turn away from it. 

Natasha is laid back against the pillows. She has a tshirt on, one that definitely belonged to you once upon a time. She has no pants on, those beautiful thighs that you can't help but take a glance at on a normal day are bare to the world. 

Most important of all though, is the hand shoved in her underwear. 

You should be looking away, she’s your roommate, but you’re so incredibly aroused by the sight before you that you cannot possibly move a muscle. 

Her head is thrown back against the pillows, and the desire to sink your teeth into the side of her neck is an urge you barely manage to suppress. And those soft little moans leaving her lips as her fingers move under her panties. 

It’s a sight and you can't look away. 

Another breathy sigh of what sounds like your name brings you back to Earth, and suddenly your focus shifts a little. 

Why did Natasha leave the door open?

Your answer comes quicker than expected. 

“Well,” she breathes, letting you know she’s aware of your presence. “What are you waiting for?” 

You think for a moment, more so because you don't know how to respond. She looks directly at you, winking lewdly and bucking her hips against her hand. Christ. 

You push the door open a little wider, choosing to lean against the doorframe. Natasha raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk. “Like what you see?” 

You nod. “Maybe a little too much.”

“I haven't been reading you wrong, then.” 

“It appears that way,” you mutter quietly. “Did you purposely make me catch you?” 

The look she gives you, that downright sinful, lusty gaze that she gives you, is your answer. “Of course I did. Figured it was the best way to get my message across.” 

You chuckle softly, moving to perch at the end of the bed. She watches you intently, attempting to observe and guess your next move. 

Your fingers find her ankle, skimming across the skin before moving up her lower leg. 

“So,” she breathes. “Is the fact that you’re touching me a good thing?” 

You move again, this time to kneel between her spread thighs. Natasha's hand is still shoved in her panties, you can see it moving against her clit. She hasn't stopped touching herself this whole time, and you’ve definitely been a little too focused on the quiet gasps falling from her lips every so often. 

Your hand covers hers, halting her movements. “It depends on how much more you’ll allow me to touch.” 

Natasha has the decency to blush slightly when you add an extra bit of pressure. Though she doesn't answer you verbally. Instead, she removes her hand, lifting her fingers to your lips, daring you to taste her. 

You don’t hesitate. 

Natasha groans, and her fingers drop from your mouth to curl around your wrist. Her touch is soft, gentle, but spiking hot. 

She guides your hand in an attempt to slip it under her panties, but this time you stop her. Instead, you take back some control, hooking your fingers under to pull them off her and throw them somewhere you don't care enough to look.

You crawl to hover over her, bringing your lips to the side of her neck to kiss hot skin. It starts soft, but she tastes so good you can’t resist trailing your tongue up her neck, light and so seductive you feel Natasha’s hips bucking already. 

“I think you’ll let me do whatever I want to you,” you whisper. “I think you’ll beg me to do whatever I want to you if I make you wait long enough.” 

She groans, hands clawing at your hips and fingers slipping under your belt for something to grasp and bring her back to reality. 

“I think you’re already starting to lose it.” You mutter, sinking your teeth softly below her ear. “Am I right?” 

You feel the nod, and you cannot physically suppress a smirk. Your lips press to her cheek, then because you can’t wait any longer, they press to Natasha’s quickly after. 

Natasha tastes like liquid gold, and you can’t get enough. 

Her hands rest on your hips, pulling you against her as you groan against her mouth. “Spread your legs a little wider for me.” 

She hisses, but does as she’s told to your surprise, opening her thighs and increasing the gap between them for you to settle comfortably. You were expecting her to fight back, but she’s a wreck under your touch already. Not that you’re complaining of course. 

She doesn't stop kissing you, only to take a shallow breath when your fingers graze her clit. 

“God,” you breathe. “You’re so wet.” 

Natasha’s hips buck hard and the whimper is loud. You need to hear it again, so with a final glance at her you kiss her again, slipping your tongue past her lips and forcing her hips down into the mattress with a tight grip. 

“Don’t move, sweetheart.” 

You don’t see Natasha’s smirk, not when you’ve already moved to sink your teeth into the side of her neck, but you do feel her leg move to hook around your waist, bringing you closer. The metal of your belt is cold and harsh against her abdomen and the sensation causes her to hiss, hands moving to sink her fingers into your back through your shirt. 

You huff. “Thought I told you not to move.” 

She laughs, though you pick up on the nerve in her tone. “You really thought I’d listen to that?” 

Your hands push her harder against the bed, thumbs digging against her hips enough to probably leave a bruise on either side, but she doesn't mind, you know she doesn’t. She wasn't exactly quiet about her own sex life or her kinks before the current predicament. You know her a little bit too well, you think. 

You snap. 

Shoving your thigh between her legs, she groans, unable to buck her hips for friction from the level of force you’re using to pin her to the bed. 

She’s so wet, you can feel it on your thigh; the warmth, the desperation. You need a taste. Right now, you’re struggling to think of anything that could be better than having your lips around her clit, but there’s time for that later. 

You’ll give it to her though, she is trying. She’s just not good at it, keeping still. You loosen your grip a little before deciding to let go completely, instead letting your hands wander up her-your-shirt. 

Your tongue finds her pretty pink nipples before you can even think about the idea, it’s an urge you can’t repress and certainly one that Natasha seems overly pleased about if her loud groan is anything to go off. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” you murmur. “Gonna cover you in my marks.” 

“Oh, God, please.” 

You grin, sucking over a mark you’re creating on her breast. 

“Y/N, I-” She pauses, takes a second to breathe. “I need to move.” 

You know what she means, and the thought alone makes you breathe a moan against her neck. You trail lighter kisses up to her ear, nibbling underneath at the skin. “So do it.” 

Natasha, you learn, has no restraint at all. Her movements against your thigh are firm, they’re sure. She’s chasing what she wants, hoping you won’t bite back again and put her in her place. You can’t resist. 

Her fingers pull at your shirt, reaching under and around to grasp at skin. She’s definitely planning to leave some of her marks on you, and you couldn't possibly say no to that. You pause for a mere second, Natasha still bucking against your thigh, to throw your shirt over your head. Natasha keens, and her hands return to your shoulders. 

You can feel the pain a little more and it’s wonderful, knowing the evidence of Natasha is going to be there for some time. She’s loud, God. She’s so fucking loud, whimpering and moaning with her eyes forced shut and her head thrown back. 

You don��t kiss her, because that’d silence her, and that’s the last thing you want when she sounds that sexy. 

“Such a needy, pretty little pussy,” you growl. “Look at you, you can’t even control yourself. Dirty girl.” 

She whines. It’s getting harder for her to steady her rhythm so you help her out, gripping onto her hips again and guiding them with authority. 

“I’m so fucking close, please,” Natasha breathes. “I need you to fuck me.” 

You chuckle. “I am fucking you, technically.” 

“No, I mean-” 

“You want me to fill you up huh? Is that what you’re asking for, baby?” 

Natasha’s groan is your answer. 

“Later,” you whisper. “Don’t be so greedy.” 

Her breath hitches and for a second, she goes silent. You know the signs of orgasm though, so you push against her once more, and she’s falling apart all over your thigh. 

Natasha slips into Russian when she comes, on the verge of screaming something you don’t really catch between all the heavy breathing and moaning, but the thought alone has you even more uncomfortable between your own thighs. 

Before she’s even calmed a little bit, her fingers are at your belt and pulling, a plea to see more of you. She wants to get off again, she needs to. She’s been dreaming of this for months, and truthfully so have you. You’re certainly nowhere near finished with her and you find it cute that for a split second, she thought you were done. 

“Y/N?” 

“Mm?” You hum, rocking your thigh lightly between her legs.

“Can we do that again?” 

You laugh, leaning to kiss her. “I haven't even finished with you yet and you’re already begging for more?” 

She rolls her eyes, lacing her fingers through your hair as she meets your lips again, slipping her tongue into your mouth. 

She kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before. It’s cliche, sure, but it’s also the truth. You’re hellbent on the truth at the best of times. You scare yourself, because it’s as if you don't want to be kissed by anyone else ever again. 

“At least let me touch you before you have your way with me again,” she grumbles when you pull away from her mouth. She knows where you’re headed, she could see the need to taste her all over your face. But she wants you first, she wants to feel you come apart too. 

You ponder for a moment, before smirking. “Okay, fine.”

She arches a brow in surprise. “Just like that?” 

You laugh, standing from the bed to pull your belt from your jeans. “It’s not always that easy.” 

“No?” She questions. The sarcasm in her tone almost makes you change your mind. 

You shake your head. “Wrists together.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Now.” You command. Her eyes travel between yours and the belt in your hand, and suddenly it clicks. She grins, and does as she’s told. Her excitement for what you’re about to do is kind of adorable. 

“So,” you breathe. “I’m gonna put those filthy hands of yours out of the way, and because you asked so nicely-” 

Natasha’s pupils are blown, because she thinks she knows what you’re going to say. 

“Because you’re such a good girl for me, right?” Your finger tilts her chin up, and you can’t help a smug grin when you see the dark purple marks littering her neck, her breasts. 

She nods. You shake your head. 

“Answer me.” 

“No,” she bats her lashes. “I think we both know I’m a bad girl.” 

It’s laughable how much it sounds like a bad porno in Natasha’s bedroom tonight, but with the way she looks at you like she wants you to devour her whole, it doesn't matter. 

You smile, softer than before. “Right answer.” 

You push her back on the bed so she’s laying flat and you rid yourself of everything to match her. With only the belt in your hand, you straddle her, grinding just the right way across her stomach, so she can feel how wet she’s made you. You groan, your head lolling back. You feel a hand on your hip. The touch is different than yours, gentler. But still beautifully firm. 

She hums in delight, carding her fingers over your stomach and down, to tease between your thighs. You’re sensitive, you can already feel that without Nat touching you that you’re so damn sensitive from the build up of what you got home to. A brush across your clit though, and you’re the one desperate for more. 

You reach for her wrists, kissing the inside of them briefly, an act of affection that melts Natasha more than she cares to admit. 

Your voice drops to a whisper as you lean to her ear. “Is it okay if I sit on that gorgeous face of yours?” 

Natasha groans louder than you’ve heard in the last few minutes. You take it as a yes, and the hunger raging in her eyes the second you go to move makes you shift a little quicker. 

She wets her lips with her tongue, but before she can get her mouth on you, you pause her.

“Wait,” you say. She grumbles. 

“What now?” 

You manage to stop yourself from forcing her on her knees in that moment. If it wasn't for her tongue being inches away from your clit, you would have. 

“I brought the belt for a reason, hands off.” 

“Oh you know me so well.” 

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #Black Widow #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #marvel #marvel headcanon #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #tag: smut #filth #guess who added the wrong gif

[a-pretty-nerd]

Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 9

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word count: 2,756

Warnings: Cursing

A/N:

Oh dear lord I'm slow at getting these out. Life's been kickin' my ass lately. But thank you to everyone who's been giving me feedback on my stuff, I really love to hear from you guys!

Taglist: 

(So sorry, I forgot when I originally posted!) 

@craftybean13 @babayaga67 @imjustverable

@bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love

@kamenoyaki @hentaiqween101 @skzero-99 @justanotherlifeff

@witch-o-memes​

Chapter 8 Chapter 10

Two months. You've been "missing" for two months now. The days flew by, your time occupied by quirk training Shigaraki insisted on but never told you why. The times you tried to ask he'd brush it off, or say something like:

"So you don’t throw another fit." His words were harsh but he said them with a flat and bored tone. Like it was a poorly acted line.

So now you had better control. You could move things on command, you knew basic combat, you certainly knew how to kick Dabi's ass by now, that didn't take too long. You were being allowed more and more freedom. Even allowed to leave for a convenience store runs with Toga once or twice. No one policed you, told you what you could and could not do anymore. You could have easily ran away by now. You supposed they really didn't need you either. For their plan to work all they would need was some blood and Toga could easily pass as you.

That idea sent a shiver down your spine. You're sure Shigaraki has thought of that already, so why hadn't he? Why was he training you? Would he use your quirk against the heroes in some way? Was he grooming you to turn and fight your father? You wouldn't. No matter what you wouldn't fight your father. Would you? You shook yourself of this thought as you walked down the ally to the back door of the hide out.

Toga unlocked the door and you stepped in, greeted by a dark and dingy back room. You made your way through the dark halls, following closely behind her as she led you up the stairs that finally led to the parts of the building with power. Soon you found yourself walking to the familiar living space where a few people rested. Dabi laid himself out on one of the couches, Spinner sat fiddling with his burner phone, and Twice had started yelling at the TV before you arrived.

"Luuuunch!" Toga shouted. Toga was often used as the errand girl, she brought back necessary supplies, oftentimes food. Today Toga asked you to tag along and help out, and there wasn't a single objection to the hostage going out on the town. You sat the heavy bags down on the coffee table, taking out the contents as you spoke.

"Where are the others?" You asked.

"Mr. Compress was sent on an errand of his own. And Shigaraki's probably pouting in his room. He'll come out when he's hungry." Dabi groaned as he took his meal from your hand.

"Oh. I'll just bring it to him." You said, absent-minded. All eyes turned to you, looking confused and shocked. "What?" You asked.

"Nothing! It's just-"

"He doesn't like to be disturbed." Toga and Twice spoke. You paused and looked at the box in your hand. It would get cold if he didn't eat soon, and besides, none of you had had much to eat lately, you were sure he was hungry. You knew you were.

"I'll just leave it at the door and knock. It'll get cold and then he'll be in an even worse mood." You told them. They watched you turn and walk up the stairs to his "room". You stood in front of the door, with such thin walls you could hear furious typing on the other side. Loud clicking of a mouse, and the sound of a computer's fan. You took a deep breath and softly knocked on the door. Suddenly the sounds abruptly stopped, followed by a bark.

"What!?"

"Foods here." You called back. You heard footsteps on the other side growing louder and louder until the door flew open. You stared up at the tall man as he looked down on you. His hair hung over his face, his eyes hardly visible. Your heart rate quickened the longer you looked at him. What the hell is wrong with you?

"Give it to me." He held out his hand, his pinky holding out in preparation to receive the box.

"You said you liked spice stuff, right?" You asked as you placed it in his hand.

"Yeah."

"We got you their spicy special. I hope it's not too much. The sign said 'caution' on it." He scoffed at you, turning the box and looking at the writing on it. He fell very quiet. Inspecting the box, you suddenly worried that something was wrong with it. That maybe you'd messed up somehow. But before your anxiety could reach its peak-

"Thank you." His voice was low and soft. You could hardly hear him. Then before you could respond he closed the door and left you alone again. Did he really say that? You never heard him say that to anyone. Granted, you hardly knew him but still, the way he said it, it made you feel... special in some way. You shook yourself from your train of thought and shuffled down the hallway, pausing when you heard movement and the door to Shigaraki's room open. You froze.

"Wait a minute." He barked. You turned too look at him. He hung out of the doorway to stare at you.

"W-What?" You asked. Shigaraki had a way of making people feel like they were in trouble. His ability to easily become an authority figure was something you were beginning to understand now.

"You...went out?" You nodded. He paused and looked away, his eyes shifting as the gears spun in his head. He turned back into his room as he spoke, "come here for a second." He asked. You slowly made your way to his room, the door left wide for you to peak inside. A dark room lit by portable light fixtures and a laptop computer which sat on an old desk. A cot thrown to the corner covered by the same old and tattered blankets the rest of you had.

"Am I... in trouble?" You croaked.

"What? No. Close the door behind you, you'll let in a draft." He ordered, seeming genuinely confused by your question. You closed the door behind you, leaving you completely alone with him in his space. Your heart raced.

You watched him turn and look up at the wall which he had decorated with plans. Pictures of heroes and villains cut out and pinned. Newspaper clippings, printed out articles and research essays. He was planning something, but what it was was difficult to determine. You did notice however, a cut out of an empty figure with your name on it pinned to the center of it all. You stared at it for a second before he broke you from your train of thought.

"Well?"

"Huh!?"

"What do you think?" He asked. His attention turned to his meal, he picked at it, taking a few bites.

"Of what?"

"...the plan." You looked back at the wall, puzzled you tried your best to gain any sort of information from it. Only being able to find bits and pieces. You knew it involved you, your father, and the take down of hero society. A cut out piece of article said something about the rise of villains, that more and more people were turning to villain work. How those rates have a correlation with classes. You slowly turned back to look at him.

"I'm sorry you're gonna have to explain this to me." You told him. He rolled his eyes and stood, directing his attention to his work as he spoke.

"This is the second part of the plan."

"What was the first?"

"Taking you as a hostage."

"Right. But, didn't you say the plan was to expose the heroes after they weren't able to rescue me and not only expose the faulty heroes but also my father as a neglectful and flawed individual not worthy of the hero title?" He paused.

"Yes."

"But that didn't go as planned."

"....."

"Didn't you say something about making a video to broadcast outing myself as All Might's daughter and causing panic? What happened to that plan?"

"It became leverage. If they attempt to come for you, then we'll go with that. But if we do that now, they'll come for you now and we'll be forced to fight."

"Isn't a fight...a good thing? You'd get news coverage and You'd no doubt gain supporters."

"Normally it would. But a fight isn't what we need right now. The heroes have us surrounded. If we make any move at all, we're in their hands. We won't be able to win."

"Not even with your quirk? Couldn't you-"

"Not with everyone here. As strong as I've gotten, I'm not strong enough to keep them from getting swept up and dusted too."

"Right."

"We're in a tight spot. One wrong move and we'll be wiped out."

"What about your supporters? Couldn't you get help from the outside."

"I could, but the heroes would see it coming. They have our signal tapped. Any sort of communication has to be verbal or written."

"Homing pigeon?" You offered. It made him smirk.

"Right now we're like a fox trapped in its own hole by hunters."

"So... we dig?" That made him smile, wide.

"Dig. If we could smuggle ourselves out of the city, we could reach a clear spot where we can call for backup to get us."

"Why not send one person to smuggle themselves out? Toga could easily disguise herself and leave."

"They have a barrier."

"What?"

"Part of the city is closed off until further notice. They know exactly where we are. If one gets out, they won't hesitate to come for all of us. We all have to get out at once and they can't notice until it's too late."

"But how the hell are you gonna do that?" His smile widened. He looked truly excited and happy. For the first time you saw your capture seem truly excited about something.

"We have a few secret recruits in the city. Spies." He turned his attention back to his meal box, reaching in to pull out the inner box that held the food, to reveal a piece of paper sitting underneath in the flimsy take out box. "I didn't know they were letting you out of the base now." He spoke as he opened and read the note within the box.

"I thought, you knew. I thought you were the one that said I could. Dabi said it was fine." He read the note and stood to pin it up on the wall before speaking.

"I've been too busy with this to worry about you. You shouldn't believe everything that Dabi says. I told him to make sure you just don't have another episode and cause a scene before we leave. I thought assigning him babysitting duty would keep him busy." He chuckled. "There's just one thing I don't understand." He turned back to you. "Why didn't you leave?"

"I...I..."

"You had the opportunity, but you're still here. Why?" You froze. Why? Why didn't you run?

"I was scared I'd be killed." You lied. He laughed at you.

"Don't lie to me. You lost that fear a long time ago. You know that's not true. If I wanted you dead I would have killed you a long time ago."

"You've kept me alive to use me as bate. To, to expose the truth." You argued.

"With Toga, we wouldn't need to." You swallowed hard. You knew he had thought about this.

"I'll tell you why I stayed, if you tell me why you've been training me." He scoffed.

"To keep you busy, to keep you from having another episode."

"That doesn't make sense. You could have drugged me, killed me, you said it yourself. But you kept me alive, you kept me busy. You could have kept me on my meds, unable to use it at all but you insisted I learn my quirk. You trained me yourself. Why?" His smile faded and his expression became dark.

"I asked you first." He growled. You looked away from him and thought for a moment before gaining the strength to answer. You knew the truth for a while now. You never wanted to say it out loud. You refused to look at him as you spoke.

"I don't wanna go back. But you probably already knew that by now. You just wanted to hear me say it, huh?" His smirk returned.

"Had a hunch." He snickered.

"Now you answer me."

"Why don't you wanna go back?"

"We had a deal. Answer my question now." You barked at him. It took him a long pause. A full minute of waiting in silence felt like agony.

"I thought it would help you feel better." He muttered in a surprisingly husky tone. "Keep you from asking me to dust you again." That's right, during your episode...

"I'm sorry." You blurted.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I... I asked you to kill me." You hid your face from him. He shifted and crossed his arms across his chest.

"It's not a big deal, I dust people all the time."

"No, I know. But like, I can't imagine being asked to by someone having a fucking break down happens all the time too. I kinda...kinda put you in a shitty position." When you looked up, he looked confused. Comically so. "What?"

"I took you hostage." He reminded you. You couldn't help but chuckle, that made him more confused.

"Shit, yeah, you're right. Guess I shouldn't be so hard on myself huh?" He looked away. "Still. My intentions weren't to upset you."

"You didn't upset me."

"It seems like I upset you." You toyed. His guard was down, he was vulnerable, and allowing you to be there.

"Shut up. You didn't answer my other question!" He shouted in an almost playful tone. You couldn't help but smile, only to have it slowly fade as you thought about your second answer.

"I don't want to go back because..." you stopped, the words getting stuck in your throat. You were unable to speak. He looked down at you, waiting for an answer. He seemed almost relaxed. He seemed normal. Like a normal guy leaning against the wall of his bedroom with his arms folded across his chest. Your eyes wandered up to his scarred neck, bright red scabs forming. Inflamed and fresh. He had recently scratched at it again, clearly in an upset state too. When he blinked you got a clear view of the scarring around his eyes.

"Boss!" A familiar voice shouted from outside the door. "Boss!" Before you could move the door was thrown open, Spinner's wide eyes finding you standing there. He shook his confusion loose before turning back to Shigaraki who quickly changed his position to attention. "Come quick!"

You followed him back to the living space where the old television sat. The news playing loudly as everyone gathered around to watch in panic. Swat teams and heroes decorated the screen as shot after shot showed them surrounding your building. Fear ran from your toes to your head, making you feel nauseous and dizzy. Shit. Shit. Shit. They're here for you. But you...you weren't ready to leave. And what about-

"Not again! - We can take 'em'!" Twice shouted at it like a sport was playing.

"Tomura, what are we going to do!?" Toga asked, frantically bobbing up and down in panic. He watched the TV intently listening in.

"After receiving a tip from an anonymous source, police and heroes found missing tourist Y/L/N Y/N being held captive by The League of Villains in this abandoned office building. Officials are working now to safely rescue the hostage."

Suddenly a loud voice was heard both on TV and through the halls of the building.

"League of Villains. We have you surrounded. Please let Y/L/N go and no one will be hurt." A cop shouted through a megaphone.

"C'mon Shigaraki, what's the plan?" Dabi asked, clearly starting to get uncomfortable. Before Shigaraki could respond, you spoke.

"Well, looks like this is it for me." You began walking away, only to be stopped by a strong, four-fingered grip pulling you back.

"Where do you think you're going!?" He growled.

"The jig is up, Shigaraki! Let me go! I'm not useful anymore. All they want is me, if I'm out of your hair you'll be able to escape easier." His grip tightened, pulling you closer as his red eyes bore into yours.

"So long as you're here they won't dare make a move. You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here."

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #Shigaraki #bnha fanfic #league of villians

[worldsover]

Wintertide Inside ft. Gahyeon

length ✦ 4841

genres ✧ cockwarming; anal; gf!Gahyeon

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Maybe it’s obvious, but you’re thankful for Gahyeon’s ass. A simple contract—if you need a cocksleeve to wrap you or if your girlfriend needs a toy to fill her, neither of you would say no. You’re nominally in charge today but the outcome’s the same either way, with cum seeping from both ends of her tract and your cock sore in the best plight a man can have. 

Swift moans interject her snoring to surface you from your nap, probably because of flashes of biting air that creep in from some draft in the room. Her red crop-top is the only article of clothing on her scrumptious physique while you’re completely stark.  Don’t want to get up so you hold her somehow closer with no worry for your own frigidity. Gahyeon is tiny in your entwine. As you emanate heat from your torso to her back, she returns it tenfold between her legs. 

The incongruity of her pussy is that it’s both uncomfortable and comforting.  Stressfully tight and lovingly wet, while grueling clenches verge on coaxing yet another orgasm from you. Its quaver can be measured in millimeters when your cock etches its shape more permanent. Yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s worries become dust in your brain as it toils to memorize each of her inner folds.

Therefore more than the mouthwatering shape or size, you’re grateful for the cushion of her buttcheeks because it rivals your couch’s plushness and distracts you from your imminent peak, your third or fourth today. Losing track is easy when she keeps your cock incarcerated for so long. The threat of climax fades away and returns as quickly while single pulses reiterate how close to the edge you are. No lights on in your living room. Don’t need them. Nothing in your head other than Gahyeon anyway.

Rays spill through the thick curtains and a sliver barely misses her eyes to fall on yours instead. However, she rouses too from her sleep when a pillow between her legs slips to the floor. Nothing funny but you both giggle.

“How’s your nap, babe?” you say. 

She twitches at the warm air tickling her ears, and cold the rest of her skin, but you manage to keep most of your body stationary in Gahyeon’s embrace. Gahyeon yawns and stretches her arms, pushing back on the edge of the couch. “I think I had an amazing dream. Brr.”

“Dummy, you don’t dream until you hit R.E.M.” You point and she bends down to grab the thick blue blanket that fell on the floor. A small hum arises from you at the slight shift in angle. Look at the white clock above the TV and point again. “It’s only been like twenty.”

Gahyeon hands the blanket to you and you swathe it around your two bodies, calming both of your shivers. “Felt like forever. Pff, I was trying to be all romantic.”

“Why be romantic when-” Your words fall to breathy laments when the smoothest swing of her hips turn millimeters of movement to centimeters. The friction from only fractions of your length force a whimper out of her as it does a throb from you.

Gahyeon’s moans turn to more desperate whimpers in kind. Her hand aims below her crop-top and your shaft feels the curious kneading of her fingers below her belly button. Another throb. “Fuck. I still feel your cum inside. It’s almost too much.”

“Then why are you grinding so much? I’m barely running on empty.”

Your head is so fuzzy, you can’t tell how she manages to get on top of you while keeping your cock inside the entire time. For as savory as it is to look or smell or listen to her cute grunts, the only sensation that passes to your mind is her tightness twisting around your shaft. 

Gahyeon sits up and collects a bit of leakage with a finger, provocatively sucking it. “Nice try but I know the taste of your fresh load.”

“Fuck, you make my cock so sensitive. Such a good cumslut.” 

She gulps and bats her eyes so you pull her hair down, and your lips converge. Your core reignites when Gahyeon starts jolting her hips down hard on yours, and you note that her walls aren’t just clingy with your semen but that her pussy is lubricious with girl cum. It’s her turn to be the fucktoy but she’s stalwart in riding you. You’re in no condition to object. 

Gahyeon looks up at the clock and she slows down though not fully arresting her momentum. “Wait a sec, why didn’t you tell me the time?” she says after a thrust and a pant.

You shrug and she blows air out of her lips. Not a mind reader here.

Her pussy almost snaps shut when she gets off you. She steals the blanket while she’s at it. ”Right, should’ve told you to remind me. How am I supposed to focus on the performance later with this in me the whole time?” Gahyeon says, wiping the sticky load dripping from her other lips.

“Man, the blanket’s gonna be sticky now.”

“Sorry babe, I’ll try to do a better job keeping it inside me, okay?”

Stand up and grab some tissues for the fluids coating her groin before you clean yourself the same. You shiver at the air occasionally sweeping the room because you don exactly one less garment than Gahyeon, but it’s about making a statement. It’s your apartment dammit so you can be nude at any hour if you want to be. 

Widen the curtains and suffuse the room with natural white light. Look outside, your undraped stature proud and unsympathetic to the outside world to which you expose yourself. Sky and trees are near monochrome as the snow piles up on the grass which adds to the subtraction of color. 

“You’re so weird,” she says. Your dick flops as you turn around and flaunt your butt to mother nature itself, knowing its coldness towards you isn’t solely metaphorical in this season.

“This is our first winter together, my first new year in my own apartment. I have to be excited.” You raise your arms.

“Fair. You wouldn’t be here without me.” A signature curly smile and she joins your side to admire the snowy sight, letting you share in some—no, not all—of the warmness of the blanket.

“I mean if we were normal, I wouldn’t have left.” You hug Gahyeon and give her a smooch on her forehead. “But I needed my own place for my little cum-hungry, cum-greedy cockwarmer.”

Pink always spreads her cheeks at your brazen words. Her tummy presses on your softening cock and brings it back to life but she backs away. Gahyeon brings the back of each of her hands to her sides. “Right, speaking of which. Can I take one of my panties from your drawer?”

“You didn’t bring any? Hold on, that was supposed to be a secret!” you say.

“Yeah, obviously I know about them, stupid. You didn’t even notice when I packed a couple in there myself when you moved, did you?” 

She’s right, you didn’t, so shake your head. Gahyeon giggles then gives you the blanket again before she heads to your room. “I’ll be back soon, okay!” she yells while you fiddle with the thermostat. 

Grab some tortilla chips from the pantry then sit on the couch bundled in the blanket and turn to a channel that’s just playing a loop of a fireplace. At least the crackling sounds realistic with your speakers. 

In only a few minutes, she already has a full winter outfit on, a bright tomato that would stand out sorely in the snow. The apartment is already a lot mellower so you put the blanket away to wash later. Gahyeon is enticing no matter what she wears but you’re warm inside seeing your girlfriend wrapped up, though warmth also comes from the humiliation finally setting in from the contrast between her state of dress and yours.

“Did you hear me? I said I’ll be back soon.”

“Come on, the apartment isn't that big.” Get up to kiss her goodbye. ”Hurry back. There should be plenty of sun left and I wanna see the sun shine on your face with my cock in it.”

Open your laptop on your coffee table and promise to yourself that you’ll finish editing that teaser. It’s just a little distraction when you pore over videos you worked on recently, just reviewing your work to get ideas for how to cut. However, like a good and fully whipped man, one thing leads to another, one Dreamcatcher music video later—you’re proud of working on that one—and you’re back to the fancams of your girlfriend dancing. A similar, but less revealing crop-top, brief black shorts that strut the beautiful width of her thighs that you live between. Losing much weight, they’re still ample enough to stifle your cock on their own, without her amazing pussy’s help. Your erection should be exhausted but it returns at the sight of the jiggling. Two hands begin their work as Fly High plays.

A fluffy red jacket slams into your head. “You slob, put some clothes on!”

“What are you doing home?”

“Look at all the snow! What are you doing naked?”

“It’s my apartment, dang it! You know I’m naked all the time.” Didn’t mean to raise your tone there but she looks a touch distressed. You run up to her and give her a heavy drawn-out embrace.

“Babe,” she says, a little reluctant in the hug.

“I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.”

“No babe, it’s fine.”

“I was jerking it to you if it helps.”

“That doesn’t help, stupid. You’re gonna get this dress messy!” Gahyeon grabs your dick which leaks some precum. She bites her lip.

“Oh, sorry,” you say. You back off and retrieve the parka that fell on the floor and from all its pockets spill condoms like a deck of cards and a bad hand.

“Holy shit,” Gahyeon says. Whatever minute ire that remains burns away at her adorable laughter mixing with yours.

“Fuck, imagine if someone caught you with those.”

“Shit. Yoobin almost put her hand in my pocket for no reason.”

“Nah, she would’ve laughed just as hard.”

“You’re right.” Gahyeon bends down to pick the condoms up and you take your sweet time to help her. “We haven’t used these in so long,” she says.

“You wanna? Old time’s sake? Ha, fuck no.” Feeling bad for making her do all that work to appreciate her ass even in the baggiest pants possible, you spank her.  Wait, that’s not the solution. ”You should change first. I’ll clean up.”

There’s grey shorts and a plain white shirt in the dryer, so grab them. Gahyeon returns with her hair in twin buns, a short pink skirt and a white long sleeve half-shirt that manages to show off her cleavage from the top and the bottom.

“I hope that’s not a stage outfit.”

“Of course not. I just wanted to look more like a dumb slut for your dick.”

And with that, thoughts empty. As she crawls towards you, grab a wad of her hair. “So it’s like that today. Well shit, good job.”

“Thank you!” Only the corners of Gahyeon’s lips turn. “A good toy only has one purpose.” 

Fulfill that purpose and shove her head down to its rightful place. Gahyeon takes a single stroke into her throat, with nary a sound as she takes the entire length into her practice throat, but she pulls her lips back up to your cockhead. “You’ll be good there?” you say.

“Mhm,” she says with her usual mouthful.

You get a bit of video cutting done for an hour or so with her lips on your cock head, occasionally patting her head. Occasional moans slip out but you keep focused and erect at the same time. At some point during your work, you offer her one of your earphones to listen to your synthwave music. Despite maintaining an enthusiastic hold on your tip, Gahyeon looks a little tired from kneeling so long.

“Aww, baby, do your knees hurt?”

“Mm, I’m fine,” she mumbles while keeping her lips on your tip.

“Why are you pouting a little then?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, come here.”

Stoop to give her a passionate, drawn-out kiss, though it always turns out the same. You realize how long you could do nothing but make out with your girlfriend. You love the way Gahyeon competes with you, where your tongues battle and you each threaten to suck the air out of each other’s lungs. It’s impossible to keep your heart’s pace steady and you’d be remiss for your hands not to dig into every inch of her skin as she wanders the same on you.

Of course, there’s only one place those hands could lead to. Smack. You swear her ass ripples. “Now get back to sucking slut.”

You wipe the drool off your face but you interrupt her doing the same; she looks good messy. Gaheyon lays on the couch with her head on your lap. You can’t see her face but if she needs to get a better angle to watch Knowing Bros, then so be it. Her lips fasten your cock just the same. She sticks her ass up and a reflective circle seals her asshole.

“Where’d you get that?”

“Friend got it for Christmas, secret Santa.”

“Bora?”

“Mhmmmm-” Gahyeon draws out the vibration of the last consonant on your cock. 

A couple of hours later, you finish your work and send emails.  Once in a while you stroke her hair but she gives more suction in response, sending you ever closer to release. How greedy of her, she’s certainly swallowed enough cum just from premature singular pulses but Gahyeon doesn’t stop when you lay down the law and slap her ass.

“Whose turn is it. huh?”

Every hit of her ass emboldens her sucking, as she goes deeper.

“So you wanna be a brat? I said, whose turn is it!”

She gags for the first time in a while, spewing much spit, when you pull slowly but abruptly on the shiny buttplug after slapping her ass a final time. Lube spills out.

Gahyeon breathes heavy breaths on your cock. “Fuck. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Woah. Now that’s new.” 

“I guess it just came out naturally. Sir.” She licks up the froth on your cock.

“I don’t mind if you say it.” You circle her asshole with your finger and taste the lube. Sugary but you can’t think of the flavor. Not that you can think of much of anything.

“Only if you call me ma’am when it’s my turn.”

“Deal.”

“Thank you sir.”

She keeps your cock snug in her mouth. Browse your phone and decide to get some Jjamppong delivered, perfect for the cold.

“Gahyeon? Babe?”

Was she really? Incredible. She manages to doze off with a cock filling her mouth. That’s new. For all the times you’ve fallen asleep during tantric sex, it’s always been inside her pussy or asshole. How she incessantly drools while her head wriggles nearly makes you unload on her unconscious tongue but you hold it in, allowing only a few spurts to leak.

Unfortunately, you have to wake her up when you get the order from the door. You have to get some final work done but she eats dinner, sitting your dick. Your laptop is on her lap while you rest your chin on her neck. Tickled, Gahyeon giggles in between slurps of noodles. The lack of movement agonizes both of you but it keeps you focused. You could spend all day fucking each other; in fact, you have.

The winter sunset lights your room the colors of candy like artificial strawberry and sweet tangerines, though snow still storms down to desaturate the world. You’ve had enough productivity for one day. Gahyeon shares the soup with you, but after she sets the bowl down, she twists her hips in a quick motion and you explode without warning. Five or six? It’s only a curt removal of your soul from existence but you puff and pant anyway.

“Fuck, I’m sorry sir. I should’ve warned you.”

“It’s fine.”

“But I can’t let this cum go to waste, can I?” At some point during your orgasm, she withdrew herself and now she’s licking up and down your soft shaft to clean any cum that you didn’t shoot inside. “Damn, I just wanted to get my vibrator.”

“It’s okay Gahyeon, get it. I. I definitely need some time to recover.”

“I guess even you have your limits.” She grins, then leaves for the bedroom.

Gahyeon returns and a loop of a pink wire sticks out from her pussy. Now the only thing she wears is that thin strip of a top. Take off your shirt to match. “The egg this time?” you say.

She nods. “Here’s the remote.”

Get your Switch and play some Smash while she washes some dishes and organizes clothes that she’s brought over. Apparently you mix your clothes with hers often, which shouldn’t be such an issue considering how different your sizes are. Every time you lose a game, you turn on the vibrator for a few moments. You get a kick out of watching her buckle. If only you could do this while she performs live.

“You wanna head to the bedroom? It’s getting dark, uff.” A quick press of the highest setting and Gahyeon’s knees knock together. It never takes too long for you to get hard again when you see her put all effort into standing. “You- Ahhh, fuck, I love you. I hate you.”

Maybe it’s because you have yet to turn the intensity down. With a full hand on her ass and the other on her back, carry her to the bedroom but her wriggling hobbles you. An early left turn.

“I already showered earlier. Sir, please I’m getting so sensitive.” Gahyeon rotates through many different faces, from agony to excitement to pleasure. 

Set her down in the hot tub and her crop-top lands in the laundry basket perfectly.

“Nice throw.” Gahyeon high-fives you. She almost distracted you with that great throw. “Tsk. You’re still keeping that vibrator in you. Just what you deserve for making me cum when I didn’t even finish eating.”

Your apartment is relatively small for its price, but there were certainly no expenses spared for the bathroom. Both your shower and your jacuzzi could fit three people. It has the biggest panes of glass and provides no privacy but you love the ambiance especially during a night shower. Gahyeon’s moaning goes from having a quick rhythm to intense, long held notes. She’s playing with herself in any way that she can to make her climax, manically stroking her clit while she teases pulling the metallic plug in her ass. Turn off the lights and cocoa candles fill the scent of the room. Finally, remove her vibrator and buttplug.

“So fucking yummy. Come here,” you say, holding her neck carefully as you get in the tub to crash your lips into hers. After what feels like hours of kissing even if it is only a few minutes, you lay down in the hot-tub and Gahyeon straddles your thighs. 

“So which is going to be?” She glances next to the sink. ”Guess the lube isn’t for my pussy. Wait, why’d you turn on the water? It’s gonna wash away the lube. Woah, isn’t it my turn-” 

When you pull her groin up to your face, extra force on her clit shuts her up and nearly instantly drives her to orgasm. Gahyeon always grabs your hair and locks her legs together when you make her cum with your tongue but especially after all the stimulation of the vibrator, you have difficulty breathing. It’s worth it. She whimpers as your lips work relentlessly on her pussy but you settle down after a while. Hot jets of water blast on your back along with her legs. Gahyeon continues riding your face while she talks about her performance. Apparently the snow had a lot of the production people hold up. She brings a dewfall and you could taste her syrup forever but your cock aches once again. Maybe it’s asking you to chill out and that it needs a break, but if that were true, it wouldn’t be as hard as ever. 

“I’ve had enough of your pussy today,” you say.

“Really sir? Didn’t know that was possible.” Gahyeon needs no directions, your tongue licking up her body as your hands pull her last garment away.

“Siri, play relaxing radio. I’m staying in your ass until I cum.”

The middle of an R&B chorus plays. You get up to take the lube and Gahyeon drains the tub until only a little water remains. Her fingers wander and she vigorously rubs her clit while a curious thumb circles her asshole. Take a glob of the vanilla flavored lube and spread it on your fingers. Gahyeon sucks on your index, which goes straight to her asshole. Its wetness helps the tight ring expand slowly around it and the familiar pucker on your finger excites you. Get underneath her so that she’s laying on top of you while you sit back against the tub.

“God. I’m never getting used to how big you are.”

There it is. The tip of your cock vanishes into her tight asshole and you try to hold in a high whine, though Gahyeon lets out plenty of squeals as lube makes the entrance slick, squishy noises. Let her ass sink in with only her weight and it wraps down your shaft inch by throbbing inch. At last. She’s all the way down. If only you could see her face, but the position is comfortable and you get the pleasure of sucking on her neck while playing with her tits from behind.

The glow from the moon finds an angle into your room, mixing candle flame yellows with its white. Fierce winds push the falling snow outside of your window sideways. You’re warm nonetheless.

Midnight, the radio says as a new host talks about the inclement weather, but it’s not enough to keep you from kissing up and down Gahyeon’s back. Play with her nipples and the miniscule action not only gets them hard, but makes her ass’s folds react and roll to the pleasure. The breeze blows, a more important sound manages to distract you.

“Sir, do you hear that?” Gahyeon says.

“Yeah!” You hum along to the melody of Jazz Bar. “Hey, that’s you singing.”

“It’s not even one of our title tracks. I have to tell the members.” 

Gahyeon almost gets up from her but her head turns and shakes, realizing your thickness twitching as she almost fully unsheathes her ass. “Fuck.”

“Hold on. What’d I tell you?”

“Oh shit. Sorry. Sir. I can tell them later.”

“You know what. Just for that.” Pick her up, holding her thighs carefully to keep your cock in her asshole. The position is awkward, but you manage to lay her down prone without withdrawing your erection. 

“God, I love the way your cock hits.” All agreements and contracts are lost when you look at how the fat and muscle collects in Gahyeon’s full ass. A single thrust in and you can see the weight of the smack of your groin on her cheeks, so you endeavor to learn more about physics, even during the snow day. Slam into her and as you go in and out, Gahyeon yells and swears louder and louder, threatening to let all the neighbors know. No, of course they already know. It makes your eye contact with them hilariously awkward and it makes Gahyeon’s mask and disguise even more necessary.

“What a bad girl,” you say with a powerful shove.  ”Can’t even be a good cockwarmer, god.” Plunge and dive, your cock tries its best to widen her asshole but no matter what, it strangles your shaft taut. “Your butthole is just too. Fucking. Tempting.”

“Yes! Yes! Sir please, I’m going to- I’m just about to. Fuck. Shit I was so close.”

Chuckle at seeing her distraught face. “I’m getting some beer. Also, I want to finish in the bedroom. More comfy.”

She takes a minute to find her breathing but she gets up and grabs the lube. “Don’t have work tomorrow?” Gahyeon says.

“Lemme check.” When you both get to the bedroom, you check your phone. Nothing til noon. Perfect. Grab some beer in the minifridge in the corner of the room, while Gahyeon fixes her hair and lays down on the bed. She pats the mattress with both hands next to her. Missionary, it is then.

A hand to her chin. “Wait a second, didn’t you say you weren’t leaving my ass until you came. Hmm,” Gahyeon says. She gives a quick smooch and smiles naughtily. You could stare at her lips upturning all day. It’s her signature weapon.

Take a sip of the bottle of Cass. “What are you gonna do about it?” She digs her nails into your back to pull you and your cock finds the purchase of her asshole anew. In between thrusting motions, you take bigger swigs of the beer and offer some to her. She spills a bit on her tits and you lick it up. Suck on her tits as she pounds her ass into your erection. 

“Stretch me out, fuck me harder. Harder, sir!”

“God, mmmm, ugh., ugh.” Can’t speak much anymore.  Both of you love dirty talk, Gahyeon especially knows how to whisper to tickle your ear but she also knows how to scream to get your instinctive side out. You hold her neck as you hold the bottle, careful and secure. Her tightly drawn anus responds the same as her pussy when you choke her, as they each try frenetically to wring you dry. However, the friction of her ass, even with all the lube, arouses your cock harder somehow. This is the life you chose, in a way the most tiring work you could ever imagine.

Gahyeon grabs tighter and her whole body ripples at the force that you both put in. Not a single qualm about your lifestyle. Any pretense of space between you two is gone as every inch of your skin slaps against each other. A final gulp from the bottle.

“Right there, right there, yes sir, baby. Cum with me!”

There isn’t much of you left but it’s still a flash freeze, a blizzard and pouring hail slamming into you when you cum, and she shakes doubly so in her orgasm as she’s had double yours today. The throb of your shaft doesn’t match the squeezing rhythm of her sphincter and inner walls which makes your cock spurt with more intensity than you could think possible, even bearing your stamina. Your sticky semen replaces the slippery lube inside her ass but you didn’t need its stickiness to slow your rhythm as your dick gets softer. You let minutes pass anyway to feel her muscles react to the load sloshing around and so that it’s not as difficult to extricate your softness from her greedy butthole, though it takes a slow removal anyway with its tightness. Both of you limp over and Gahyeon is fast asleep, but you scramble to return the buttplug and keep the cum inside.

“Keep warm! It’s going to be like this all winter. Tomorrow, it’ll be a high of -5 and a low of -20 and that snow will keep piling up-” Turn down the volume so that it’s not muted but soft enough that you can hear the wind howl past your windows just as loud. Nothing amazes you more than the tiny idol asleep and cutely snoring while her pussy throttles your shaft. Looking at Gahyeon’s ass and feeling her shake it as you try to fall asleep, something tells you it’ll be the warmest winter you’ll ever have.

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AFF, AO3

Something quick with my favorite kink for my second favorite in Dreamcatcher. Also got a draft for my ultimate bias but that’ll take time as well. Woops, yet another thing to procrastinate on while I shirk on both real life and writing.

#kpop smut #dreamcatcher smut #male reader #reader insert #title tracks