#I think I really captured my sleepy ass looking eyes

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#tag games #this was v fun honestly #I think I really captured my sleepy ass looking eyes #was definitely generous with how nice picrew me’s hair looks tho

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sleepyhead | gale dekarios x afab!reader

(18+!!!) afab!reader. second person pov. literally just smut: oral (f receiving), piv, dirty talk, consensual somnophilia. gale lives to please as always

my first gale fic... this man has taken over my entire life.

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Gale’s lips press against yours in the dark, gentle and coaxing. A push and pull. You blink blearily awake from slumber as his hand finds your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your sleep shift. His brown hair falls over the two of you like a curtain, shielding you from the terrors of the darkness.  

“Mm hello,” you purr against his lips. “What time is it?” You ask when he pulls back. He looks a bit wild, pupils blown wide, his eyes practically look black even in the dim candlelight. He’s breathing heavily, his gaze traveling over you, heated, like the air surrounding fire. He doesn’t answer. 

“Gale?” you repeat, warmth pooling in your belly at the pure desperation on his face. At the want curling in his eyes like a flame.

“It’s late,” he murmurs, voice rough, as though he’s parched. “Though I cannot stop thinking about you. I must…” he trails off, mind moving faster than his mouth can.

One thing you love about Gale is his ability to talk for seemingly hours on end with such eloquence and poetry. But when he’s like this…already hard against your thigh, slowly rutting his hips in circles, captured within pleasure, the words seem to leave him. You love it just as much, if not more. 

He leans in and runs his nose along your throat, breath ghosting over your skin. His teeth graze you, and his tongue follows, licking a stripe up your throat. You moan shakily, cunt clenching around nothing. 

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, though it’s more breath than substance. Your brain is already beginning to short circuit, especially when the hand on your waist travels down to your thigh, fingertips pressing into the muscle there. 

“You just looked so beautiful on the battlefield today… I tried to contain myself because we had so much to do, but… fuck,” he breathes this against your neck, desperate. He hardly ever uses such vulgar language. “I need you, love.” 

“So you really weren’t lying when you told me you were turned on by my fighting,” you say, surprised.

“I am a lot of things, darling, but a liar is not one of them.”

The sound of his inhale as he leans down to kiss you again sends more molten pleasure swirling through you. 

His hips press against yours, grinding against your clothed cunt in a steady rhythm. You moan into his mouth, your hands reaching up to clench at his sleep shirt stretched over his broad back. 

You’re still sleepy as his hand drifts to the hem of your shift. He slowly pulls it up your thighs, up over your breasts, revealing your undergarments. He paws at your waistband like a cat begging for food. You lift your hips so he can pull them down over your ass. He undoes the ties to your bralette and slides it off your shoulders. 

Gale kisses his way down your body, stopping to close his warm mouth over a nipple while his dexterous hand squeezes and tugs at the other. You moan lightly, pleasure easing through you. He hums appreciatively against your skin, and the vibrations travel pleasantly through you.

“Gale…” you half murmur half moan as he moves his mouth to your other nipple. “I can hardly stay awake…” You feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. The gentle chirping of the crickets outside your tent doesn’t help.

“Of course,” he says, leaning back. “We can stop.”

“No—no wait,” you stop him with a hand curled around his wrist. “You can keep going while I’m sleeping, I don’t mind.” 

His eyes darken, his tongue dipping out to wet his lips. “Really? Are you quite sure?”

You nod with a sleepy smile and settle back comfortably. “Mhm.” 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

Your eyes flutter shut, your breathing slowing as you succumb to your exhaustion. Your limbs feel heavy, even as Gale continues his way down your body. 

“You’re so gorgeous, so perfect,” he whispers into your skin. His fingers curl into your thighs before he slowly pulls them apart, baring yourself to him.

He runs his hands appreciatively up and down your thighs, squeezing and kneading before hooking them over his shoulders.

Gale presses a kiss to the inside of your right thigh before retreating. You feel his lips again a second later, just between your thigh and cunt, mere centimeters from where you’re wet and aching for him.

And then you feel his warm breath puffing against your core, and your body squirms impatiently. You peek an eye open to watch him.

He looks so handsome as he glances up at you, eyes soft, mouth twitched into a smirk. “I thought you were going to sleep.”

“I am,” you reply, closing your eyes again. “Just wanted to admire the view one last time.” 

He chuckles lowly, “Sweet dreams, darling.”

He doesn’t move for a while, and you find yourself drifting off in the stillness. Your breathing slows, your mind growing quiet as sleep takes over you.

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The moment your breaths even out as your hands fall slack against your sides, Gale presses his face between your thighs. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick a long, hot stripe through your folds. You taste delicious on his tongue, and gods you’re so wet. You’re soaking his beard, and he’s hardly been between your thighs for longer than ten seconds.

He doesn’t care. You keep releasing cute little moans in your sleep as he takes you apart brick by brick. Or rather… lick by lick.

His hands grip your waist, keeping you close. Your hips buck involuntarily to meet his mouth, grinding against his face. Even in your sleep you’re seeking out pleasure from him. 

God forbid he won’t deliver.

He pulls back one of his hands to slide a finger into you. It goes easily. He adds another without any resistance. You’re so incredibly wet. He wants to remain between your thighs forever. Your sweet, slick arousal runs down his hand to his wrist, and he bends his head to lick it off. 

His hips rut against the floor of his tent, the act of eating you out so arousing to him he has to seek his own pleasure to mitigate the pain. He doesn’t mind. He’d rather see you cum over and over again before he ever does.

He slowly thrusts his fingers into you while mouthing at your clit, delighting in your shaky breaths and wanton moans. You look gorgeous, brows screwed together, sweat beading on your temple. You’re going to wake up soon, and damnit he’ll make sure it’s while you’re cumming.

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Warmth kindles between your thighs, pleasure and arousal pooling deep in your belly, tingling in your toes and rising through you.

Sleep drifts away from you, hanging onto the recesses of your mind, but ultimately not strong enough against the building pleasure you feel. 

You chase the feeling, the promise of sweet release. Your surroundings slowly begin to materialize around you. The feeling of your bedroll clenched between your fingers, the undeniable feeling of a mouth between your legs, the sound of low, rumbling, appreciative moans that vibrate through you.

Even the sound of your own cries are registering in your mind. 

The melting pleasure collapses into one pinpoint. A supernova explodes within you as your clit is sucked diligently while the two, long fingers buried inside you hook to press against your g-spot. 

Your back bows, eyes flying open as you cum against Gale’s warm and inviting mouth with a cry of his name. He guides you through it with gentle laps of his tongue through your folds. He mumbles words of encouragement, but they’re lost against your skin. 

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Gale.”

“Mm.” You can practically feel his pride radiating off of him from making you come. 

He continues to lick you through it until you’re coming again, hands fisted in his hair as his lips suck once more on your clit, his fingers fucking into you. Your legs quiver atop his shoulders, your mind utterly fucked into emptiness.

When it’s all too much you push him away, breathing heavily, contented tears in your eyes.

“Holy shit,” you huff, trying to catch your breath. “Maybe you should wake me up like that more often.”

His eyes sparkle excitedly. “If that is what you wish, I’d be glad to.” 

“You are such a giver. You really should let me take care of you sometimes.”

He shrugs. “I like giving. It brings me great pleasure to reside between your thighs for as long as you can stand.”

You sigh at his fanciful words, but you appreciate his adoration all the same. He crawls forward as you lean up to kiss him, the taste of yourself on his tongue rekindling the fire in your gut. His hand winds its way into your hair, the other squeezes your hip. 

“I need you inside me,” you whisper against his lips. “Now.” 

He groans, fingers flexing in your hair. Your body jolts with arousal at the sweet tug. 

“Say no more,” Gale says. “Your wish is my command.”

He takes off his trousers then rolls you onto your stomach. His hands grip your hips, pulling your ass up and backwards, and his knee comes between your thighs to press them apart. 

He guides the head of his cock through your slick folds and your hips squirm in anticipation.

He leans across your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “I wish you could see yourself on the battlefield. The way you look with someone else’s blood on your armor… The flush on your cheeks… The way you breathe… You’re so capable, so strong. I cannot help but stare.”

He eases his cock inside you and the two of you moan in tandem at the delightful feeling. Him, at your warmth. You, at the undeniable feeling of being filled. 

He bites lightly at your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “Sometimes I wish I could take you right there. In front of all of our friends and dead foes.”

You clench around him at his words, and he groans, hips snapping forward. You jolt against the bedroll, elbows digging into the feather down material. 

“Gale,” you whimper. 

He hums, “Yes. You’d be saying my name just. Like. That.” He delivers those three last words with hard thrusts, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing in the tent. 

He builds up the pace, fucking into you steadily. Your cheek squishes against your pillow as he fills you, your mind still sleepy but undeniably consumed by lust and love.

“What do you think? Would you like that, love? Would you like to be fucked in front of all our companions?” 

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, please, Gale. Need you—“

“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs. His hand skates across your stomach as his warm fingers settle over your clit. “As much as I’d love to indulge the fantasy, I’m not sure I’d want them to watch.” 

He begins to circle your clit with reverence, in time with his thrusts as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“I want you all to myself,” he grits. 

You cry out, melting against him, knees buckling as you reach your release. It rips through you, hard and fast. Unrelenting. A wildfire raging through your nerves. 

Gale chases after his own climax, thrusts growing sloppy and deeper, moans and praises spilling from his lips before he finally cums inside you, hips twitching. 

Your body trembles as the aftershocks roll through you. 

You collapse onto the bedroll, breathing heavily, and Gale pulls you into him. You both lie on your sides, him softening inside you. He buries kisses into your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“Are you all right?” he asks you, his thumb brushing comfortingly along your rib cage. 

“So good,” you respond, brain blissfully empty, as if the tadpole never existed. You already feel sleep crawling across your mind again, pulling you under. You yawn and grin happily, like a cat that’s gotten its warm milk. 

“Going back to bed already?” he teases, leaning up to press a kiss to your cheek. “I wear you out that much?” 

“Mhmm…”

“All right. Go to sleep darling. I’ll clean you up.”

You’re already halfway asleep when you feel his tongue dip into you once more, licking his cum out from inside you—

Oh well. You can catch up on sleep tomorrow.

#gale x reader #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #baldurs gate gale #gale bg3 #gale dekarios smut #bg3

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Very random and very sleepy thought, but I am thinking the difference between grouping, smacking, and biting with skz. Be wary of spelling errors this is not beta read.

afab reader!! also please have conversations about boundaries with your partner before smacking, biting, or groping them. consent is important and although not explicitly stated in these hcs, consent is present!

cw: 🔞 content below the cut, proceed with caution. biting, groping, smacking the good stuff. unprotected, cumming inside, and oral (m and f receiving). messing around in public (kind of, thought i should still warn though). it’s all fun and games, promise.

Team groping:

Changbin is so sweet and so good for you. He is super respectful about when and how he touches you. But sometimes when it’s just the two of you, he lets his hands wander. You’ll be doing something mundane, looking for something in the cabinets of your kitchen, it doesn’t really matter. He’s so enamored that he sees your lifted arms and makes himself a place behind you to capture your waist in a warm embrace.

Soothing his hands up and down, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles. He finds himself squeezing gently at the softness on your hips, and then he’s gotta readjust his grip to get a good handful of whatever will fit in his palms. His head is on your shoulder and he’s peacefully zoned tf out until you reach behind him to grope back at his ass. He cackles and pats your sides softly before letting go, a little embarrassed to have gotten so caught up in you.

You’ll have to reassure him it’s okay to touch like that because he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t respect you. The best way to go about this would probably be leading by example. Groping at his arms, his chest, fuck it squeeze his hips and watch the way he melts into your grasp.

Changbin makes remarks about it, “you like my chest.” His voice will be so smitten and delighted, the cutest smile on his face as he watches the way you hold him. It’s more for himself though. Reaffirming to himself that you do like him, or at least his boobs.

“I do,” you agree, making eye contact just as you pinch his nipples between your fingers. His bottom lip catches between his teeth as his face reddens considerably.

He grows bolder as the days go by, starting small with poking and playful pinching. Things reach a head when you’re riding him though, watching as he steals greedy breaths between moaned curses. His hips are rutting upwards in a pathetic attempt to meet you half way. You just can’t help yourself, your hands find themselves gripping onto his firm shoulders, and then down to his chest as it trembles beneath your touch.

Changbin’s round watery eyes will meet your own as your hips slow to a steady roll that has his dick twitching inside you. His own hands will find your hips, his grip tightening before he lifts then sinks you up and down on his cock. And suddenly that slow moment is over and he has you bouncing with such ferocity on him that you have to hold onto the round shape of his chest for mercy as he tries to make you feel good.

Will happily hold and massage your ass during aftercare too if you let him, but fully expects you to return the favor.

Han is such a goon that he could apply to all of these groups honestly. His favorite thing has got to be squeezing whatever part of you he can get his hands on though. Tells you he likes squeezing your hand most but he is a LIAR. He loves your boobs no matter the size. If you call him out on it he’s all: “no babe I’m just feeling for your heartbeat, trust.” You shouldn’t trust him, big beautiful eyes be damned.

Ridiculously good at playing innocent, he’s the cheekiest of the bunch for sure. Will have his hand down your pants to get a handful of your ass the second no one is looking, and gives you the cutest little smile when you fix him with a glare. You both could be lounging on your sofa, watching something stupid on TV and out of no where he’s got his hands under your shirt and bra, using your boobs as stress balls. Pet his head to let him unwind some and he’ll love you forever.

Han will have you on your back as he eats you out, kneeled on the floor in front of the bed as he loses himself in you. His hands are holding onto your thighs for dear life, kneading the plush there between his splayed fingers. Eyes closed as he focuses on the way your fingers tug at his hair when he rolls your clit under his tongue.

Guides your hands to hold under your knees until you’re practically bent in half for him, legs open wide as he sinks in with a shaky moan. His fingers will find purchase at his favorite spot, grouping at your chest as he repeats your name so loud you’re certain you’ll be getting noise complaints in the morning.

Places his hands over yours to keep you pinned under him. For a moment you can almost believe that maybe your hands are his favorite, because the way he manages to intertwine your fingers despite how harshly his hips are meeting your ass is strangely sweet. Manages to pull a hand away to rub your clit in tight messy circles until you’re coming undone on him. He cums hard every time you let him finish inside, leaning over you as his eyes close and his mouth falls open in ecstasy.

Once you’re both cleaned up and he’s confident you’re comfortable, his head is finding its way onto your chest and he’s squeezing your sides in his palms as he murmurs praises until you both fall asleep.

For Hyunjin, holding you is more for comfort than anything. He doesn’t do anything past lingering touches in public because he really does put intimacy of any level on a very high pedestal. You mean so much to him, and he feels as if each touch should be cherished and loving, so he ends up reserving those acts for behind closed doors.

Cheesiest mf, second to none really. Will trace shapes onto your skin like there’s some pattern there only he can see. Nothing compares to how soft he gets when you hold him in your arms. He enjoys cuddling more than anyone else, if only because being so close to you fulfills a need he never really knew he had until he met you.

Says the sweetest things as his freezing hands slip under your shirt and find your sides, holding firm as he tickles you with his icicles fingers. You are his personal heater, even if you run cold too. Socks are mandatory for cuddle sessions though, because he tried being funny with his cold ass feet one time and you shut that shit DOWN. He apologized afterwards, though his laughter made it hard to understand what he was saying.

Hyunjin takes a page from Felix’s book and picks up some simple massages. Discovers your fondness for having his hands on your chest and never goes back. It’s strange how he makes sex so heartbreakingly romantic, because truthfully every aspect of him is dripping with appeal, but your heart never feels as full as it does when he’s making love with you.

He could tease you for hours, working you open on his fingers as gentle words leave his lips, eyes focused on your face as you fall apart for him. Places chaste kisses on the corner of your mouth and your collar bones as you finally cum, telling you how good you did for him. He’s endlessly gentle as he pulls his hands away from your heated body, licking your mess from his hands with a stated hum.

Hyunjin’s mostly quiet as he thrusts into you steadily, though a stray groan breaks through between your needy moans at the feeing of his tip catching your entrance every time he pulls out just far enough. His hands are at your hips, holding onto you tightly to make sure he doesn’t fuck you too hard up the bed. The comfort of your skin under his own keeps him grounded.

He gets breathless as the two of you make eye contact, deep enough to seize the strings of his heart and send him flying over the edge with a desperate call on your name. He pushes himself through the overstimulation and rubs at your clit best he can until you’re falling with him.

Team smacking:

When it comes to smacking, I can confidently say that Lee Know is our biggest culprit. He’s just as surprised as you when his hand lands on your ass after a long day at work. He owns it though, in the way that he will hold frighteningly bold eye contact until you relent and accept your cheeks have become his personal drum set.

It’s like a language shared only between the two of you, because a slap to your ass could really mean anything. You’ve gotta become fluent quick if you want to keep up with his moods. He wants to appreciate how good you look? Smack. You out witted him in an argument and he needs a rebuttal? Smack. He’s feeling down after a particularly rough day? Grope smack combo, just for that extra emotional support.

This transfers to the bedroom somewhat, but I think he genuinely likes watching the way your body reacts to his touch when it’s so sharp. It’s the quickest way to make you crack and he knows it. He doesn’t stay only on your butt once you’re bare for him though. He will slap your tits, and take immense joy in the way you whimper as they bounce under his touch. Presses the softest kisses to them as he asks you in an even tone if it hurt too much. Only to slap your pussy a second later and grin cruelly as your moan.

“Rough” really isn’t the right word to describe him, “deliberate” is closer to what his actions are. Smacks your ass just as you start going stupid on his dick when he has your face pressed into the sheets, telling you to not get too cock drunk. Gives your ass a few more mean hits until it’s aching and you’re cumming from the way the pain sends tremors through your body.

Not that he would ever admit it, but he would fold so fast if you returned the favor. If you slap his dick it’s game over. The moan he lets out is so unabashed and sinful that you’re stunned he’s never asked you to do it before. The red hot hue of his ears and the way he snaps his head away from you in shame is plenty explanation. He will protest for all of .05 seconds as you coo at him, shutting up when you give his dick another light smack. A self discovery night for sure.

Felix doesn’t do it to be mean, and he doesn’t get any real sadistic joy from it, but there’s just something so cute about your reactions that he can’t resist. Truthfully, he doesn’t understand his own strength, or the effect he has on others.

He does it as a joke at first, laughing when you turn around and stare at him appalled after he smacked your ass while you were making yourself dinner. It’s only after you make it into a game do things go south. You can’t leave yourself vulnerable to attacks because this man takes this game SERIOUS. If you bend at the waist even an inch he’s manifesting out of thin air and launching a strike hard enough to send you into the stratosphere. He giggles like a little shit the whole time too, running away with the biggest smile on his face.

Betrayed, heartbroken, and surprised beyond belief every time you retaliate and catch him off guard. Spins around to gape at you before taking chase to try and even the score, but you are too fast.

Felix has got you bent over the kitchen counter when out of nowhere you feel a strong smack against the bare skin of your ass. You yelp loud enough that he stops and asks if you’re okay. His fingers are strumming against the reddening skin where he hit you, beginning to smack lighter and counting under his breath. When he hits ten he gives that big cheeky grin you know all too well and you can just feel he’s about to say something that will get under your skin. “You need to catch up, I’m in the lead now.”

Yeah he’s not saying an awful lot when you’ve got him arched on the bed later that night, his drooling mouth biting at the pillows as your hand jerks his cock in smooth slow strokes, all while your other hand trades between smacking his ass and dipping your fingers into his rim. You don’t let him cum until he’s babbling something about you winning and begging for release.

Team biting:

Bang Chan has an oral fixation, I will NOT take criticism on this tyvm. He has such big pretty lips too, they feel so wonderful on your skin. Maybe biting isn’t the right word for him as much as sucking is, because he’s got a problem.

Kissing is certainly his favorite activity of the day, and he is sure to tell you as much. Corny enough to tell you he needs a workout, and then promptly informs you how many calories you burn from kissing. Please act flustered for his pride, he just wants to know you like him and his jokes as much as he loves you and your laugh.

Y’all gotta be made for each other because when you go down on him his mouth starts watering and he always always always suggests 69. Will say “thank you,” if you agree, and proceeds to be the biggest distraction ever. So happy to have his head between your legs, will use his hands to pull you open and then eats you out like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get.

Has you shaking on his lips within minutes as you try your best to fit his cock down your throat, drooling messily for him and doing all you can to return the vigor he’s currently showing to your leaking slit. Won’t stop until your nails dig into his thighs and your pop off his cock to whine and babble at him that it’s too much.

Chan bites your neck when he’s pounding into you too, sucking and nipping at the soft skin below your ear as his balls slap against your ass. He’s determined to make you take him all the way every time he thrusts in, laughing breathlessly at your loud moaning on how it’s “too deep!” . Cums just as hard as he fucks, but makes sure you cum harder. Won’t stop until you tremble from the deepest part of your body, and even then he’s not truly satisfied. He just wants to be good for you.

Kisses you deeply when you finally come to, and laughs about the mess you both made while he gets up to grab you a towel. Try not to look at his fat ass as he walks away (level impossible).

Seungmin bites, and it hurts sometimes. Minding your own business does you no good because he thinks that’s the perfect time to chew you up. Acts like nothing happened once he’s chomped down on you too, gives you the most unimpressed face when he pulls away from your shoulder that now has his teeth marks on it.

Peace is never an option with this man. He’ll be all soft and sweet as you both cuddle up and then suddenly he’s gnawing at your chest and neck and holding you tight in place so you can’t bite back. Now suddenly y’all are tussling like you’re trying to recreate a WWE smack down in your living room.

Do not tease this man about it he gets so sassy. You want a kiss? Too bad, mouth privileges REVOKED. No head, nothing. He’s got patience too, so he’s not folding until you apologize and beg for it. This could takes weeks and honestly he comes close to cracking a few times, but he locks in last second every time. Soooo smug when you do give in. “Oooo you wanna kiss me so bad,” type shit.

You put on lotion ONE time to see what would happen. He made the most confused and disgusted expression when he pulled away, tongue halfway out his mouth from the taste and eyes full of betrayal. You laughed at his expense, but he avoided you until you promised to never do it again, so he was the real winner. ( He’s such a princess. )

When you eventually decided to return the favor, latching your teeth onto his arm when he wore a t-shit that framed his biceps just right, he is stunned. Seungmin is so genuinely baffled that he just stares at you until you laugh at his dumbfounded face. He huffs and tells you your technique needs work, but the little pleased smile on his face speaks the real truth.

He’s a fan of biting at your thighs when he goes down on you, biggest fan ever actually. Loves when your legs jolt as he nips at the soft skin there, eyes full or mirth when you look down to meet his gaze. He’ll nip softly at your clit too when he’s feeling particularly bold, pressing open mouth kisses on your cunt to soothe you when you jump from the sensation.

He’s got his lips sealed around one of your nipples when you’re bouncing on his cock, and he’s so sloppy with it. A thin string of saliva snaps when he pulls away from it to try and kiss you, but he’s noisy, and he just can’t keep his mouth shut for long enough to really meet you for a proper kiss. It ends up being more teeth and tongue than anything, but the feeling of you wrapped around him is so mind consuming he can hardly care.

Firm believer that Jeongin has at one point or another nipped the top of your nose to get your attention when you are looking at your phone. Gives it a giggly peck afterwards as an apology. He’s so cute about how he interacts with you in general, it’s no mystery how whipped he is for you. He’s typically so distant from others, but there’s overwhelming amounts of affection in everything he does for you.

This said, he nips more than he bites. Loves nipping at your ear affectionately, and when privacy permits, your neck is his favorite. It’s lighthearted and honestly not a frequent occurrence, as he’s not a super physical guy, but if you express enjoyment from it he’ll try to make an effort. Just for you.

He isn’t really a fan of marks, so you won’t catch him biting or sucking at your skin too often. Such a treat when he does though. He’ll get caught up in the heat of the moment, his teeth digging into your skin hard enough to make you whimper. It feels good, absurdly so. You’re not even sure when or how it happens, but he end up leaving dark spots on the skin of your inner thighs.

And then he’s nipping at your clit, his wide tongue delving into you deeply as you arch at the sensation. It’s like he’s in a trance, and he doesn’t pull away until you’re shaking and begging for a break. Licks his lips clean and then goes in on your tits, an array of purple marks left on your chest by the time you’ve come down from your high.

Jeongin will nip at your lip when you break away for air as he’s fucking up into you, holding you in place as his hips rise to meet your own with a wet smack. Focuses on the sounds that tumble from your lips as your clench around him tighter and tighter. He closes his eyes to hear you more clearly, and is overwhelmed by how loud your cunt is as it sucks him in. Only opens his eyes to watch you cum, bringing you down onto his lap with a final harsh thrust as he empties out inside of you.

Will plant hundreds of soft kisses on your face as he cleans the both of you up, a little shy as he always is when all is said and done. Pleased to be held within your arms as you both relax though, rocking in a steady rhythm as he sings a melody for you to sleep.

#skz x reader #skz smut #skz imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #lee know x reader #lee know smut #changbin x reader #han jisung x reader #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #felix smut #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader

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guilty pleasure ㅡ c.sb

pairing: dom!soobin x gn!reader

genre: smut

wc: 1.0k

warnings: kitchen s*x, unprotected (wrap before you tap!), dirty talk, stomach bulge, creampie, pet names (angel), pt. 2 of soobin fucking in the dorms kinda idk

the bed was empty once soobin woke up.

soft sunlight peeked out behind the curtains, capturing his body in a radiant golden glow. the sweltering heat made soobin's soft white sheets stick to his bare chest. it wrapped around his chest neatly, treating him as if he were a greek god. (if it were up to you, you'd mistake him as one for his refined build and looks, anyways.)

"___?" he calls out, his mind still dazed and sleepy. it's only when a few minutes pass with no reply that soobin decides to venture out for you. perhaps you've gone back home already. he wonders if you went home safe.

the boy stumbles out of his dorm room, footsteps pattering against the wooden floorboard while he rubs his eyes. it only takes him a minute of looking when he finally spots you in the kitchen, quietly heating up the stove. you're so cute and tiny, soobin thinks. you're only wearing one of his t-shirts, the material being so big for you you're almost drowning in the fabric.

you giggle, turning your head to press a kiss on his cheek. you can see his face is flushed, painted a muted pink. "m'sorry. just wanted to make breakfast." you whisper. he doesn't reply, just offering you a nod as he hides his head in your neck. soobin deeply inhales, taking in your scent before exhaling. the hot fanning of his breath sends tingles down your spine.

the house is quiet. the cracking of eggs barely echo across the walls. the other members are sound asleep, and soobin still clings to you like an oversized teddy bear. he nuzzles into your neck occasionally, hair tickling your jaw.

the house is quiet. the cracking of eggs barely echo across the walls. the other members are sound asleep, and soobin still clings to you like an oversized teddy bear. he nuzzles into your neck occasionally, hair tickling your jaw.

soon enough, the eggs are cooked and the plates are prepared. you've just about turned off the stove when soobin starts pressing himself against you, bringing the two of you closer. "mmh, bin, let go," you whine, bracing yourself against a counter. soobin groans in response, cupping your ass through the fabric. "no underwear?" he questions, pulling up his shirt as he ruts directly into your bare ass. “didn’t wear any,” you reply, flaunting yourself for him. he hisses at the sight, planting a kiss behind your ear. "you're a tease." he says. you whimper when soobin bends you over the kitchen counter, barely pulling down his sweatpants and boxers to release his hardening cock. "fuck, look at you," he whispers. "bent over my kitchen counter, you do realize other people live here too?" two of his digits plunge themselves into your entrance, slowly opening you up for him. you let out a strangled moan before immediately slapping a hand over your mouth. "as much as i want to hear you, you need to stay quiet." soobin says, the thrill of fucking you in a place his members can just walk in at anytime seeped into his veins. while he's never really been interested at the idea of people just walking in whenever he makes love to you, the stiffness of his cock shows just how excited he is to do this with you. he almost feels guilty for doing it.

gently, a third digit is pushed into your walls. your eyes start rolling back when the tip of one of his fingers brush against a spot that had your knees going weak. just when you feel like you're about to reach the edge, soobin pulls his fingers out of you. he cleans them with his mouth, moaning at the taste. the sudden loss of pleasure makes you whine for him again. "quiet, angel. i'll give you what you want." he soothes, pushing his wet fingers into your mouth. he pulls you up from the counter, your back now fully against his toned chest. soon enough, he was aligning the head of his cock at your freshly opened entrance. without missing a beat, he thrusts himself inside fully, your warm walls clenching around him following the intrusion. a broken moan tumbles out of your mouth, soobin’s fingers barely muffling it. soobin grinds himself into you slowly, allowing both of you to adjust at the feeling. “you really need to be quiet now angel.” he warns you, fingers gripping and holding your jaw firmly. you nod at him to move, and soobin lets go of his restraint.

he pounds his cock into you, barely pulling out an inch of his length before he slams his way back in. your hole clenches uncontrollably, squeezing his cock tightly. the pace he sets is hard and fast, overwhelming you in an instant. soobin’s hands wander all over your body, squeezing your thighs and gripping your waist. it’s not until soobin’s hands press against your stomach that his pace begins to stutter and slow.

“fuck, i’m so big for you, aren’t i?" he moans into your ear. the fingers gripping your jaw force you to look down at your stomach, a prominent bulge showing off through the skin. the sight makes you see stars. he really is that fucking big.

one of his hands cup himself through the skin, watching it slowly move in the rhythm of his thrusts.

"i'm close," you whine. your words are muffled because of soobin's fingers, but he understands anyways. "let go, angel." he says, and his words make you come almost immediately after, juices dripping down your body. "so good for me." soobin mumbles.

it doesn't take much longer for soobin to finish as well, his seed painting your walls and filling you to the brim. you felt so unbearably full of your boyfriend, his cock still plugging you full of his release.

"we should do this again." he speaks up suddenly, breaking the silence.

you might have to consider his words later.

#txt smut #soobin smut #choi soobin smut #txt hard hours #soobin hard hours #txt hard thoughts #soobin hard thoughts #dom!soobin #🍒.soobin

[liliththeimp]

Farmhand! Simon HC’s (fem!reader, SFW)

Farmhand. Farmhand but in a way that will water down the harsh southern living into sweet tea and fireflies and cattle all because I'm a silly delulu squirrel who wants my life to be easy right now.

I'm into escapism and fake scenarios can't you tell?

Anywho, my main point about this is I can't stop thinking about farmhand! Simon and its curing my depression a little bit so heres some head cannons lol

(Ain’t proof read, per usual :P)

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Farmhand! Simon, who you met after returning home from a trip with your friends, the new masked face a surprise addition to your grandfather’s ranch, considering your grandfather ain’t one who asked for help often. Let alone someone from England.

Farmhand! Simon, who decided to move to the states for a job opportunity, and innocently assuming he’d take care of a lonesome old couple and that was that. Little did h know he’d find your cute little puppy ass fluttering around him curiously every time he turned around.

Farmhand! Simon, who is very distant and quiet, no matter what advances you made to try and slink around to bother him, he would always shy away with a grunt and wrangled horses into their stalls, and your guess was he wasn’t very friendly.

Farmhand! Simon, who is embarrassed by your sudden appearances and advances into helping. He’s grateful for his hat and the bandana tied around his face to hide his embarrassment around you- otherwise you’d find out underneath all that he loved checking you out in that short red gingham dress, the way it rode up your thighs when you bent over the fences to hand him water or reach for his hat to spite a reaction from him.

Farmhand! Simon, who will wake up at the crack of dawn to make back tea and gets the feeding out of the way, so if you woke up early enough, you were able to spot him hard at work before the sun glinted across him.

Farmhand! Simon, who helped carry laundry baskets for you outside before rudely dropping them to go collect some bails of hay for the horses, it only because he got so embarrassed by the way you’d look up to him as you talked, fluttering your lashes like you two were friends.

Farmhand! Simon, who finds you asleep in an empty hay-blanketed horse stall next to Gideon, the newborn horse calf. It melted his heart a bit, seeing the glow on the sunset glisten across your skin, kissing your hair and making you glow even more than you should. To see you curled up against the calf so sweetly.

Farmhand! Simon, who begrudgingly picked you up from your napping post and up into his arms effortlessly, carrying you across the field for a few minutes to admire your sleepy features, the way you twitched your nose, the way you curled up against his chest, curling the fabric of his flannel in your fingers as if you weren’t close enough.

Farmhand! Simon, who put you up to your bed, brushing a stray curl from your temple to hesitantly peck your forehead, bushing his finger across your lips for good measure.

Farmhand! Simon, who will eventually start to come closer to you, and begins to allow your help around the ranch.

Farmhand! Simon, who will work from 5am-12pm for a break and walks in on your making him some lunch (embarrassingly refuses to eat in front of you, instead goes out into the barn to eat with the animals.)

Farmhand! Simon, who nearly looses his mind at how you cook for him, sweet or savory, he thinks it’s divine.

Farmhand! Simon, who got so love sick at your appreciation, went to an auction and got you a new calf, which you name Duck.

Farmhand! Simon, who starts thinking this is your illegitimate child together, (will also get a bit jealous at your attention for the calf instead of him, he wouldn’t allow himself to really feel to though, cause why would he want that nasty fluffy crap?)

Farmhand! Simon, who will bring you out late at night to capture deep in the woods, the virescent glow of fireflies that dances around you lit up your eyes with a beaming smile like some puppy chasing them through the trees, while he watches for afar, finding that this was the moment he fell in love with you.

Farmhand! Simon, who has gotten so comfortable, on his breaks he’ll let you make him picnics and eats with his bandana off, but inched away -only cause he’s shy of you starring at him like he stares at you- or the potential denial of his scarred features who scare you away,

Farmhand! Simon, who will give you a giant bear hug before you or he goes anywhere, just to make sure ;)…especially if youre out in town, he’ll be sure to keep any small town weirdos from getting to close to you.

Farmhand! Simon, who will eventually become so lax around you, he enjoys the time you take to be around him, laying your head on his stomach as you read, the low buzz of the radio drifting around you with the sound of crickets starting to chime together at the sunset. While Simon’s hand had a beer in it, the free one hesitantly inches towards the ends of your hair, twirling the strand around experimentally, hoping you didnt feel it while he memorized the softness and texture, hoping one of these days he can fully run his and through your hair.

Farmhand! Simon, who eventually kisses you the night before you leave for college, wanting you to understand he would wait for you, if you’d wait for him too.

#simon ghost riley #Cod #simon riley x reader #farmhand au #Someone sedate me #I need him in a way concerning feminism

[pupyuj]

i NEED domestic yujin, just pure floof :(((

hehe 😼 my first post after a while and it's sfw?? something shifted...

everybody that sees you two always gets so jealous bcs you are both such eye candies and you're so sweet to each other?? just pure couple goals 🥺 yujin is of course the type to always be touching you—arm around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand ofc, and she always melts under your touch 🥺 like she just can't help but lean into you when you gently put your hand on her back or on her arm whenever you're talking to someone :(( she feels so warm knowing that even though your full attention isn't on her at the moment, you're still thinking about her!!

this is probably self-indulgent cuz yujin's my baby daddy but she does that boyfriend thing where she offers to carry all of your shopping bags for you while you waltz around and treat yourself to a well-earned session of money-splurging 😭 literally watching you with a loving smile every time you try on an outfit, tells you to not worry about the price if you happen to come across a particularly expensive piece of clothing bcs she'll buy it for you 🥺🥺 makes sure to save a surprise at the end of your shopping spree where she suddenly pulls out a small box with the prettiest piece of jewelry you've ever seen?!?! 😩💕 also looks at you with a shy smile AS IF SHE AIN'T BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS and is always so nervous as to whether you'll like it or not??? BUT SHE COULD LITERALLY GIVE YOU THE SHITTIEST NECKLACE OR SOMETHING AND YOU'D STILL WEAR IT PROUDLY.

(not that yujin will ever want to give you something that was less than perfect. only the best for her baby! 😤)

yujin loves dating silly little strolls in a park! 🥺 she'd drive you both to one of the prettiest and biggest parks in the city and just take your hand and go for a relaxing walk! she's so in love with you :(( she'd just stare at you while you tell her about a few funny things that happened throughout the week so far,, smiles so brightly when you laugh, she just loves your voice so much she could listen to you talk about anything forever 😣 she'll sit the two of you down by a tree and cuddle up to you, sometimes kissing you and laughing at the way you would blush and look away,, and she's just a sucker for the way you would absentmindedly play with her hands while you're sitting there 💕 and best believe she'll capture every moment of you during your time there! her gallery is literally just you and it's so sweet ☹️☹️

yujin definitely waits up for you if you happen to get held up at work, even if you come home after midnight :(( you'd find her sitting up on the bed with a book on her lap wearing her stupid nerdy glasses, barely awake and so tired 💔 you pepper her face with kisses and she would only pout and blink sleepily at you, the cutieeeee 🥺 she'd whine and pretend to be upset that you're home way too late but really, all that 'anger' is towards your boss for always giving you so much work 😣😣 and omg even when she's tired from staying up, she will NAWT leave you alone 😭 she's forcing herself out of bed and tailing you very closely while you make and sip on your tea, doesn't even let herself finally sleep while you're in the shower and chooses to be awake for another half hour bcs she really can't sleep without you 🥺 she is all over you when you finally join her in bed—leg over your body, arms wrapped tightly around you, nose buried in your hair, and whispering sleepy nonsense against your skin before she finally succumbs to sleep.. she's so silly.

yujin wakes up on top of you in the mornings 😭😭 but she's not like, suffocating you she actually serves as an extra warm and soft blanket!! like, you'd always find her sleeping peacefully on your chest and you can't help but kiss her forehead and thread your fingers through her hair :(( more often than not, she'd stir awake and you'd feel a bit guilty for cutting her rest short but her bright smile and lame ass "hey, beautiful~" makes it all not a big deal 🥺💖 neither of you will ever stop falling in love with each other.. STAND UP!!!!

#ive x reader #ive x fem reader #ive fluff #ive imagines #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin fluff #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin x fem reader #yujin imagines #yujin fluff #yujin x fem reader #yujin x reader #girl group fluff #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group x fem reader

[hotluncheddie]

Do you know how bad I want to see a Steddie version of that Rolf Ohst painting you reposted? (https://www.tumblr.com/hotluncheddie/740355852089835520) Maybe Steve, and it's an "Eddie, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls" kind of thing.

Only the cup on the tray is brimming with milkshake and the tray itself overflowing with tasty treats, and Steve keeps forgetting he's supposed to be "sleeping" and snacking on the props. No wax fruit here, it's got to be *authentic*! It's part of Eddie's *process.* Can't have a beautiful boy going hungry, that's worse luck than mentioning the Scottish play by actual name in a theatre!! It's okay, Stevie, he'll finish that part of the painting later, just keep eating. 🥐🍇🥤❤️

ugh oh my god yes!!!! he’d look so pretty and plump!!!!

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eddie’s a diehard romantic, he’s dramatic and earnest, but he’s an artist. he’s allowed.

so when he started calling steve his muse, it wasn’t really a joke. steve felt like a muse, eddie was obsessed with him and steve basked in it, in eddie’s love and devotion.

then he saw the painting, and he knew eddie needed to make one of his own. steve wanted to see himself immortalised like that, his softness and the way eddie seemed to look at him. he wanted it on canvas, in every brush stroke, every colour and swirl.

maybe he’d be good to begin with, actually lay still for a while and eddie gets the bare bones of the sketch down. and then they take a break and steve sucks down the milkshake that’s been put out in record time, because he was kind of sort of thinking about it the whole way through his posing. so eddie gets him another and more food to fill the tray - pastries and cakes to go with the lounging in bed theme, the decadence. and eddie goes back to the painting and steve starts to put what’s in his hands down but eddie stops him; ‘relax sweetheart, i’m getting in the bed now, your pretty face isn’t required yet, finish if you like.’

so steve does, it all tastes so good. the milkshake is thick and creamy and cold and the pastries are fatty and a little salty and the cake is light and sweet and he doesn’t even realise his eyes are unfocused and half lidded, hand moving everything rhythmically to his mouth, until eddie’s hand is at his jaw, gently tilting it up for a sugary kiss. ‘break time love’, eddie tells him and steve barely noticed the time pass, rolling onto his back with a sigh. he rubs his stomach, it’s a little rounder from fullness, arching up in front of him. he stretches like a cat and feels his thick thighs slide against each other and the sheets, he yawns, rolling back into position with his doughy hip and peak of round ass on display amongst the linens.

eddie comes back with another milkshake ‘i put the last of the cake in there, didn’t want them wasted.’ and he has the last few pastries too and steve smiles sleepily and takes them. eddie sits in the bed with him and rubs his stomach tenderly, where is lays on the mattress between them. it all tastes as good as the first break time snack and the sweetness of the milkshake almost takes his breath away.

once he’s finished he really is full and it makes him feel so heavy and satiated but so so sleepy. eddie arranges the setup back how he likes it and steve snuggles his face into the pillow like it was before. eddie kisses his cheek and trails his fingers over steve’s soft sides, making him shiver and keen. ‘relax now love, your going to make the most perfect painting.’ and steve believes him, eyelashes fluttering closed and he drifts off to the sound of eddie’s scratching pencil.

eddie has to keep pausing to stare at his muse, heart swelling. he re-sketches steve’s stomach just slightly. capturing how it lays now, round and full and perfect across the sheets.

🥐 🍰🥨🍨

#hehehe #he’d be so BEAUTIFUL #hope u like it?! #they’re in love!!! #hotlunch #steddie #steddie wg #chubby steve harrington #ask #<3

[creamyychann]

I saw some of your asks about geto so this has been in my head for a while nxnxndnnd

Geto, gojo, and nanami taking advantage of Geto's sister's innocence (since she believed oniichan and his friends) and drugged her and take her v card unwillingly and she begged nanami (BC you know nanami is a sweetheart), but he too, didn't listen to her and treat her roughly.

Like they'd touch her inappropriately while geto fucks her lmao I'm evil

Poor Y/N 😔 keep getting taken advantage of by not just Geto, but now with Gojo & Nanami 😔😔

This is supposed to be a drabble but I accidentally make this a full damn fic 💀 welp just think this as a short fic.

Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, Non-con / rape, drugging, Foursome, GangBang (?)

MINORS DNI

Don't like it? DON'T READ!

You've been warned.

Read at your own risk.

Your vision stirr as you feel something is grabbing you. Your breasts felt breeze & your pussy is unexplainably wet. The last thing you remember was Gojo giving you your favorite drink, hot cocoa & then feeling a bit sleepy after that. You don't even realizr you're knocked out after that but you do remember the smirks on your brother & his friends' face. You open your eyes & met with Geto's face in front of you "Oh! You're finally awake dear sister! How was your dream? Must've been a wet dream huh? ~ your pussy is so wet, must've been a really good dream, yeah?~" he spoke with his antagonizing smile. You widen your eyes & look down at yourself. You're naked. You let out a moan when you feel something wet touching your neck, "hey Y/N~ how was your drink? ~ must've really knocked you up right? ~~" you heard Gojo speaks behind you. Geto without warning spread your legs making you flinch. Licking his lips, eyeing your dripping pussy. "Do you want to know something dear sister? " he taunts, you fearfully looks at him, unable to speak as the drug still on its effect. "Your pussy tasted so good~ even Nanami had to be forcefully pulled away just so we can have a taste~" Geto tells as he trace your pussy fold with his 2 fingers. 'Nanami is in too? ' you thought, shocked. But you notice he's no where here, "looking for him? ~" Gojo says, continuing leaving hickeys on your neck & collarbone. "Focus on me for now, don't think of him~" Geto trails as he starts fingering you. You slips a moan or 2 while Gojo touches your breasts & playing with your clit while licking your ear. Geto skillfully rubs your inner cunt, stretching you out real good. He rubs the roof of your vagina sending chills through your body. Not to mention his long fingers keep hitting your g-spot. "Geto~ I want my turn~" Gojo whines. Geto grunts before backing off letting Gojo takes over you.

You're moaning like a cheap whore when Gojo pounds your cunt at high speed. Your hands were held down by Geto as he watches his sister getting pounded by his best friend. He reaches out his hands towards your clit & start abusing it. If you're already sounding like a fucking whore before, idk what you are rn. "You feel so good Y/N~" Gojo moan as he lift you up, placing you on his lap making him goes deeper resulting with you choked on your own moan. "Wow, I left for a few minutes & you're already fucking her? " You heard Nanami. You reaches your hand out to him, eyes glossy with tears, asking for him to help you, "Nanami-san.... Help me... " that's when Geto capture your lips. "Sweetie, I don't think you understand" you hear Nanami again. You suddenly feel his veiny hands on your ass. Gojo lift you up a bit and that's when you felt Nanami's dick. You're squirming, tears rolls down your rosy cheeks as your lips were occupied with Geto's. Nanami slid in your stuffed cunt & start pounding, matching his rhythms with Gojo's. You moaned into Geto as he guide your hands towards his dick, slowly wrapping it & stroking it. You feel disgusted & ashamed at your self as your body is getting used as fuck toys by them. You feel yourself cumming & them fastening their pace. With 2-5 more pounding, you feel their hot seeds filling you. Geto pulls away from you as Nanami moves away from you. This is going to be a long night

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I wrote this while I'm on my period. It hurts so fucking much damn.

#anime #smut #anime fanfic #fanfic #lemon #yn #your name #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk geto #geto #geto suguru #jjk nanami #nanami #nanami kento #jjk gojo #gojo #gojo satoru #Ash's Drabble #tw: noncon #tw: rape #tw.incest #tw:incest #fem reader #dead dove #dead dove: do not eat

[sixosix]

hi hello

I'm here to write about my experience while reading the latest writing of wanderer. (it shall contain what I'm doing as I'm reading and my reactions - so if you don't wanna read it - that is a-okay!)

I'M STANDING IN -3°C OR EVEN LESS ON A TRAIN STATION FREEZING. I'm reading this by taking a glove off of my hand to scroll and then switching it to the other (taking the other glove off putting this one on) - pain fr, and then smiling to myself like a love struck idiot at 6 FUCKING AM. ON A FOGGY CROWD FILLED TRAIN STATION.

you did say in the a/n that the first part was "unnecessary" but I enjoyed the potrayal of friendship - it fleshed out the mc fr. also didn't except Heizou to be so touchy bUT THEN I gave it a second more of thought (lol) and I can see it. wanderer wearing all black is fucking canon in my eyes in modern!teyvat/world/somewhere.

the flashback was written really cutely, managing to catch the good vibes and capture, in a quite the short amount of text, the history the two have. (except like why does he think he hurt them-myb he thinks it is cos they left? idk listen I'm still sleepy if I missed something dO NOT HATE ME I WILL REREAD LATER TODAY)

next, I manage to find a spot in the train to sit, now nice and warm, chuckling at the boys & mc interaction in the hotel room

takiNG PAUSES - TURNING MY PHONE OFF AND LOOKING OUT INTO THE DARKNESS OF THE MORNING WHEN THEY KISS???? WHEN HE SAYS ANYTHING? I'm out here yet again smiling to myself and looking out of the window before continuing my reading

little love confessions cute! cute! cute!

thE FUCKING CUDDLES THE CUDDLES THE. CUDDLES. as a deeply touched deprived person with main love language being physical affection (with only selected few I care for, otherwise I hate any physical contact) my reaction is - YES. tysm. bless, thank you for your service.

it warmed my heart, perfect perfect perfect. ALSO THE LINE - I JUST RECALLED, THE LINE "You think I'd settle for less than you" - screenshoted, screamed internally, felt special, felt pain no one in this bitch ass world has me yet like that - no one ever will prob let US BE REAL (I'm mentaly dating all of them fictional mfs) , looked out of the window, paused, thought about stuff, leaned my head back to reimagine the scene as I try to also nap and fAIL cos I'm too hyped to read it - like man! 5k words - a LOT (it indeed was not a lot, I forgot how fast I read even when I reread lines and pause, and that I finish a thick ass book in 2 hours.)

it was slow burn without the slow but you worded it so nicely, paced it out, captured the essence of the thought proccess of a "crush" and stuff. also heizou being mentioned so much DOES make sense in the way - that ofc you'd think to tell your bsf this shit and chat with him DUH.

the detail of Aether texting his sister warmed my heart.

roll back a bit earlier - did I mention my train arrived late to my station - and in the freezing dark cold morning I smile and was like "ehe" cos I get to read this in PEACE for 15 mins longer - cos of the late train.

roll back to the present. after the kiss someone sits next to me so I'm putting my phone away, like I'm reading straight up smut of some shit, yet again rethinking everything you wrote.

then I see "a/n" - cut to me screaming, yelling, crying internally for more - feeling like it just began - I need the two days, I need more of the kissing, I need how they solve the end of vacay, and how they work all of it out - ALSO WHERE IS XIAO AMONGST MY ANEMO BOYS

on the topic of xiao I do understand it would be difficult for me as well to put the two boys I love the most in the same fic and just not have anything with one of them. furthermore, I understand one of your notes on a Xiao writing you did as a Xiao main. Listen me too, I could not write about my beloved. it would be a struggle just like it is for you but I KNOW WHY LET ME TELL YOU WHY - to quote Jane Austen "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more" I rest my fucking case.

I CAN FURTHER SUPPORT MY CLAIM WITH THIS - I'm talking to my friend the other day about genshin and he's like tell me about you favorite character, I say a bit while also trying to keep it spoiler free but I struggle so much, because my mind just fills with everything about him, every single thing Xiao has been through and dear gods how do I say it all, how to get across everything he is, has been through. yeah. the quote is true.

I beg on my knees for somehow another part of this wanderer writing I'm just gnawing at a train plush soft cushion (not literally).

every timE I READ ONE OF YOUR THINGS ABOUT THE SHORT SNARKY BOY I'M ALWAYS SMILING TO MYSELF ALWAYS PAUSING LOOKING AWAY, WHAT DO YOU PUT IN THIS WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?

I am very aware of how long this is, hope it wasn't boring - but HEY it is an ask, so technically you can ignore me

I probably didn't manage to caputre all my thoughts while reading it cos I'm just still very tired - hope you have a great day

ps. I could very well write an ask about how I started enjoying (read: liking) Wanderer + how the pulls went (it would be more put together than this ask honestly lmk)

pps much love, keep writing stuff x

hi hello! of course id love to read. i love the trend of sending long asks like this!! the only time i dont like long asks is when readers are requesting something---i dont like that at all :/ but youre not doing that!!! youre talking about your experience in reading my works and it really really warms my heart reading through it

OH NO T__T i cant even imagine. my countrys temperature never falls below 25-30°C so i cant even imagine surviving outside when the numbers are NEGATIVE T__T

the first part was absolutely unnecessary HAHA but thank you for justifying it. My hopeless crush wormed in and i wrote too much to just delete it sigh…

now for your question--scara moved out and essentially left the reader. it was more of a reference to scaramouche's canon backstory. he felt hurt that ei left him! and now, he's leaving the person he cares about. of course, in my head, he would assume that you'd feel what he felt. its why i put scaras mommy issues in the tags hahaha

im glad you like their interaction!! i loved writing their banter so much. i love writing scara talking to anyone in general because the way he talks is the way i think irl LOL

im so glad you also like the "you think i'd settle for less than you" line!!! ill tell u a secret. a few minutes before posting the fic it wasn't even there, but after reading through it i thought it would fit perfectly with the way i wrote scaramouche's character :D

and im so glad u pointed out the pacing!!! in all honesty i am far from confident with my pacing. i never know if im doing it right so thank u so much for saying that!!!!!!!! T__T <3 i dont know if i should clap for the late train for letting you read in peace? ??

LMFAOOO IM SO SORRY. this is exactly why i avoid reading fanfiction out in public even if i dont read smut. these strangers cannot know that i read about scaramouche kissing me.

and also fun fact!!!!! in the previous author note, it was not written that way. let me show you proof!! i cant find it rn but ill go into the version history version of my docs :D

AHHH that quote is so real im stealing that sorry. Everytime someone brings up why i dont write xiao enough ill pull that up !!!!! i know exactly what u mean :/

and about a part two… some people are already asking for it but i just don't do part twos T__T unless its stated in the fic that there's another part coming--it means that that's it…… your imagination will probably do better than whatever i can cook anyway !!!

#i rlly rlly do appreciate long asks when u guys talk abt ur thoughts ab my stuff :( #thank u again #606:inbox #606: iamjustaslytherinrose #long post

[breadcheekstete]

hey really love your work and your stories they’re amazing! I was wondering if yo could do another fat Tae story (not sure what your limit on weight / obesity is sorry) but i really loved the one you wrote of JM and Tae when they were cuddling and it then moved to smut. Thanks :)

HELLO !! I'M SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG WITH THIS (óㅈò)7 smut is still resisting me but i hope the wait was worth it and that you enjoy this horny juice (òㅈó)ง 🖤

[smut]

jm has the best boyfriend in the world.

not only he's kind, lovely and attentive, but has the hottest body jm has ever seen. no matter the time they spend together, there is not a day where jm doesn't find a new roll or stretch mark on his growing frame.

they've been together for a year, friends for five more, and th has always been the type of boyfriend that loves surprising his partner.

and today, th made a discovery.

jm doesn't really know what's about but he knows th is really excited to show him by the way he calls for him to join him in the kitchen.

he's facing the counter, licking his long fingers clean and gracing jm with the side view of his bulging belly oozing under the fabric of his tshirt.

jm gets closer. he should ask, and he really tries when th captures his lips in a hungry kiss. 

"i thought you were making cookies," he gets to say when th makes his way down to kiss jm's neck.

th huffs and smiles against the sensitive skin and jm shivers. "i got distracted while kneading the dough."

jm hums, reaching for th's love handles to squeeze them and gives them a shake. he's been wearing crop tops that show how sinful his curves are. soft stretched skin for jm to play.  "i don't see any dough other than these."

th grinds forward, his the few fabric that barely covers his gut riding up till his full belly covers the expanse of jm's torso completely. "who said i meant that dough?" he finishes with a satisfied hiccup.

jm moans, loving the feeling of being crushed by his boyfriend weight.

ever since th discovered about jm's special kink, he's been gracing the older with deteriorating habits. seconds that turn to thirds, 2l sodas that never seem to run out during meals and a chair near the fridge for a "quick and casual" snacking.

he has been gaining weight for some time now and he's been faced with the hardship of having a larger and plumper body. but expend his free days full, horny and loved? it's worth all the kilos he proudly exhibits in his few outgrown clothes.

they pull away and th smirks at the lust in jm's eyes before he whispers to his ear, "turn around, baby. i have something to show you."

jm pouts, whimpering at the mere thought of being fucked full. "i won't be able to see then."

"it's more of a feeling thing," he promises, licking and sucking his ear lobe into his mouth. "please."

jm does as he's told. th's hand slides down his back, arching at the touch and presenting his ass for th to grind again.

it's been a while since th fucked him. always too stuffed to move or too sleepy to even think of anything other than laying down and soundly digest while jm uses his body for his own pleasure.

he drags his ass against th, seeking his crotch but meeting his giggly underbelly instead, all doughty and glorious. "so impatient," th sing-songs. he takes his pajama bottom and underwear and does the same for jm. "you know, i made a discovery today."

"y-yeah?" jm stutters when he feels the tip of th's dick. but it stays there and jm looks back not knowing what's going on.

th thumbs at his chin, licking his lips and gesturing to him to look forward. "i went to grab a bowl from the cabinets and something… was on the way."

"aw, my poor piggy," jm coos, his cook twiching just thinking of it.

"yeah.. but you wanna know how i fixed it?" th thrust in completely, pushing the air out of jm's lungs, then plops his belly on top of jm's back. "aah~ so relieving.."

the older whimpers and moans as he feels the weight of all the cookie dough th ate while he wasn't looking. wiggling back and forth with every thrust and jm doesn't know if he will even last.

jm knows th is fat, yet the thought of all his lard being, not just in the way of penetrating them, but also making hims struggle in his daily tasks has drooling onto the flour covered counter. "f-fuck, sh-shit.."

th pants, reaching for his hand to hold. "you okay down there? color?"

"i wanna try something." jm tries to lean into the counter to stand, bottoming out and leaving th with a pout that will not last long as he sits on the counter. "fuck me like this."

he blinks, expectantly aligning himself once again when jm holds his belly up for him. jm let's go of his belly, the underbelly slapping obscenely against his unattended dick and they both moan. "ugh~ fucking neon green, tæ."

jm jumps on his cook and fucks his underbelly at the same time. some burps come out from th's hanging mouth as he struggles to breathe. "look what you did to me, uh~ . i'm just a pig pet for you to feed and fuck all day."

th groans, snapping his hips and jm clenches around him when he hits his prostate. "are you p-proud of me, m¡n-ah~?"

jm takes his belly, shaking it and patting it to force a burp out of th. "so proud. make me cum and i'll -ughn reward this empty belly."

it actually is kinda bloated, but th always loved the sensation of stretching his fullness to discomfort if that meant jm's hands on him. so he speeds up, leaning closer to jm and trapping his dick completely under his gut. it doesn't take long for jm to cum and th is fast to follow.

his legs are trembling for the force of it and their cum is dripping onto the hard floor. after a short break th goes for something to clean while jm orders the usual to th's favourite burger.

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic #I SAID I WOULD BE BACK AND HERE I AM >:]

[sunlitlemonade]

did a little series based on hug prompts recently so I thought I'd link them all together :]

1. no nightmares tonight

[It almost hurts to blink, because every flicker of darkness makes him see the blood on his hands, on his gloves neatly placed on the table, the gun’s barrel. Everywhere.

He blows out another slow breath and tells himself it doesn’t hurt. The painkillers are making him sleepy but he will power through it. This isn’t the worst he’s had to go through.

----

Or Jason isn't having the best time but Dick is there for his little wing.]

2. to lose you

[But then again-” a slap that makes him taste blood, “ But then again, that may be exactly why you don’t get-” another slap. Dick smiles through bloody teeth and flips the sweaty hair off his forehead. “How sensitive.”

The knife is pressed a little closer to his vein, “So is your jugular.”

Dick lets his head fall back, the expanse of his throat entirely exposed, “It is, isn’t it? What are you waiting for?”

----

Or Dick is captured and Damian & Jason swoop in to rescue him.]

3. you're a gift

[Snow is draped over Bludhaven like a feathery blanket and he feels a sudden pang of missing something that’s close but not close enough. He won’t be able to spend this Christmas in Gotham. A city-wide gang war had only just settled and the atmosphere was still tinged with the tenseness of an animal that’s on the verge of being spooked and ready to propel itself to bolt. He couldn’t leave even for a day to make sure everything was fine here.

He shivers a bit at the sudden breeze and wishes, not for the first time, that a cape or a jacket like Jason’s was part of his uniform.

He rubs at his arms and sighs, resolving to get up and actually start towards his apartment when he feels something being dropped over his back. He almost whirls but a gloved hand pushes down on his shoulder and he catches a glimpse of light glinting off the red helmet his brother wears.

----

In which: Dick can't spend Christmas with his family but Jason drops by with a gift.]

4. birds that hop in

[Dick is doing the dishes when his window breaks to deposit a massive, lanky human on his shabby carpet.

His first instinct is to kick them in the teeth and get an escrima stick up their ass but a closer look reveals a red domino.

Jason flops down on the ground and lets his head list sideways to give him a bloody smile. It’s more endearing than it has any right to be really.

“Hey.” His voice is raspy and saccharine sweet, like Jason thinks he needs to be nice to get Dick to tend to his injuries.

Dick eyes the patterned drape on the ground critically.

Well, he should have thought about it before he bled all over my carpet. Ugh.

----

Or Jason breaks into Dick's apartment after he gets injured and cuddles ensue.]

5. softness that startles

[It isn’t enough to deter Dick, nothing is enough to deter Dick Grayson. He slides a little closer and says, “How have you been, Little Wing? ….Where have you been?”

He wants to know how I am. This night has been surprise after surprise. It's not surprising that Dick cares. Nonetheless, he wonders if he is really worth it even as his heart giddily skips a beat and he tries to hide the near hitch in his breath. He tells himself to focus on the other question of ‘where have you been’, tells himself to be angry at it and cling to that. Tells himself to fling back a few questions of his own - rushed here to collect intel for Bru- Batman? Going to run back and report it like a good little soldier? Aren’t we all soldiers? Or was it just me?

“I’m fine. And the rest is none of your business,” is what he says out loud instead and can’t even bring himself to be irritated about it.

This was Dick and him. He didn’t have to be angry. He didn’t need that mask right now.]

#dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #dc #batfam #dickie and jay #had fun writing these :] #i write stuff #stephanie brown #barbara gordon

[gyuphorias]

" i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me " with seokmin or junhui ? <3

ooo i need to kiss seokmin so bad my little boyfriend <3

you don't go out drinking with seokmin and his friends often. sometimes it's because of work, sometimes because you're just too exhausted to deal with everyone's drunken selves. seokmin, of course, being the sweet boyfriend he is, has always understood and has never pressed you on going out when you don't feel like it.

but with a new promotion under your belt after working your ass off for months, including working overtime and voluntarily taking classes to further your skills, seokmin insists on celebrating. you're tired, but you haven't really spent time with your boyfriend or your shared friends in a while. plus, you do think you deserve to celebrate your achievements, so you agree.

the bar is overwhelmingly loud, music and ambient conversation rising and ebbing in tandem: loud music leads to louder talking leads to even louder music. as such, you're huddled at a table with seokmin and the several friends from the group who had agreed to come celebrate with you. you're all leaning into the table and talking; someone who lives in books would think you're planning a heist of literary proportions (in reality, wonwoo asked a debate night-style question and now jeonghan and soonyoung are arguing heatedly over their drinks).

but as alcohol takes an ever-strengthening hold, you can feel yourself getting drowsy, your social battery running dangerously low as soonyoung, sitting right and pressing tightly against your shoulder, jostles you as he (almost violently) makes his case to jeonghan, who sits entirely opposite the table as you two.

it's been a good couple of hours since your group strolled into the bar and you've all certainly gotten your coverage charge's worth, lots of drinks and laughs and good times had. out of the group, you can tell things are winding down. like you, wonwoo is beginning to look exhausted, leaning heavily into mingyu's shoulder, already sleepy eyes looking even sleepier. even mingyu, who is usually the moodmaker and designated energizer, is starting to look like he's ready to crash.

seungcheol, always the one to pick up on the group moods, begins to quell the heated debate between his two friends. as they're finally chilling out and coming up with a compromise to the question previously posed, seokmin leans into you from your left, hunching over harshly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"home?" he questions simply and when you turn your head to look at him, his eyes are glassy and tired, but the smile on his face is soft and making his entire face glow in the dim lighting of the bar. he is more out of it than you are.

you nod and lean your head to bump your foreheads together gently. "please?"

within minutes, after bidding a goodnight to your friends and accepting their congratulations for the millionth time tonight, you and seokmin step into the chill of the night. the cold is biting at your skin through your sweater and you shiver involuntarily, your trembling only ceasing when seokmin slips his hand into yours and smiles.

with your apartment not far away, you don't feel the need to call a taxi. thus, you start your trek through a midnight seoul, your hands swinging between the two of you. since you've caught him up in all the goings-on in your life recently, it's seokmin's turn.

as you stroll, you realize you could listen to and watch him talk forever. he's staring straight ahead, gesticulating wildly (a habit of his exacerbated by his drunkeness) as he speaks. he's so passionate about the topic he's telling you all about. even from his side profile, you can see the way his eyes are sparkling and it's the cutest thing ever.

you're so lost in admiring him that you don't notice the curb, the crosswalk, the fact that you're just about to walk into oncoming traffic until seokmin is yanking you back onto the sidewalk, capturing you in his arms and caging you against his chest. a car horn blares loudly as it passes, no doubt an angry driver who just about had a car accident on their hands.

"are you okay?" seokmin asks immediately, turning you to face him so that he can check for injuries, even though you hadn't even come close to falling. "i didn't hurt you, did i?"

in a complete daze, you shake your head stupidly as you look up at him. when he's certain that you're safe and sound, you continue your walk home. you're not sure why your in such a trance; sure, you just about got into a life-altering accident, but there's another feeling lingering in your mind.

it's not until you're home and brushing your teeth that you realize what it is: seokmin has never really been like that before. in your two years of being together, he's been protective and doting like that, but never so worried. for some reason, it has never fully come to you that he cares that deeply about your safety and well-being. he's freaked out over things like accidentally cutting yourself with a knife or tripping up the stairs, but you have never seen him so concerned.

as you're sliding into bed, you look over at your boyfriend. he's laying on his back, eyes closed, and the way he's drawing shallower breaths, you can tell he's about to fall asleep. you turn out the light and then snuggle up next to him, wedging yourself against him and resting your head on his chest, your arm over his torso. he adjusts accordingly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and kissing your forehead.

"seok?" you ask quietly, hand tracing short lines across his knit sweater-clad sweater.

he hums in response.

"just wanted to say... thank you... for protecting me earlier," you say, voice soft and still a little drenched in alcohol.

he reels his head back to look at you, his eyes wide and tired. "pro..tecting...? oh, you mean the car."

it's clear to you that he really did get drunker than you because usually, his memory is impeccable. everything about him reads exhausted and it's a reminder that he is just as susceptible to his friends draining his social battery as you are. paired with his job, there really is no surprise that he's so sleepy, he's forgetting things.

"baby, i'll always protect you," he replies softly, tightening his arm around you. "just wanna make sure you're always safe. kinda scared me earlier when you almost walked into the street."

"sorry," you answer bashfully, nuzzling your face into his sweater. "was really distracted."

you can feel him chuckle, his chest reverberating under your cheek. his hand rubs and flexes against your shoulder.

"it's okay, my love. just don't worry me like that again. i don't know what i'd do if something happened to you."

you nod and snuggle impossibly closer, smiling against him. you've never once doubted for a second that he cares about you; he's always made it abundantly clear that he will always prioritize your health. the extent of his care for your safety, though, has never been displayed quite to this level. it is nice knowing that someone loves you that deeply.

of course, you won't go out of your way to put yourself in life-threatening situations, but at least you know that if you do end up in one, as long as seokmin's by your side, he'll save you.

#dk x reader #seokmin x reader #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #dk fluff #🌙 — talking to the moon #🌙 — lovesickheize #🌑 — new moon #🌑 — svt

[inkykeiji]

I reread snowman & me and that one line about Touya filming them has me Thinking abt Touya-nii getting into photography and demanding reader to do little photo shoots for him or stop whatever they’re doing when he thinks there’s potential for a good shot. Maybe he even buys outfits for her to wear in specific places. Definitely has all of his photos of her compulsively organized. Definitely definitely takes candids and teases her when he thinks she looks extra cute doing something embarrassing/clumsy.

i LOVE this idea especially since my boyfriend is into photography hehehe but yes!!!!! many thoughts on this under the cut!!! <3

he’s annoyingly conscientious when it comes to getting the ‘perfect’ shot and he absolutely WILL make her hold certain poses as he scouts out the best angles and lighting in any given location or situation. YES he would absolutely fucking spoil her with outfits, just mountains and mountains of super cute sets of clothing and lingerie 🥺 he already picks out her clothing for her so often, so the idea of him dictating what she should wear based on where they’re going that day because he has some interesting ideas for a photo in mind really makes sense!

hahaha i’m so glad you picked up on his sense of meticulousness and organization, which really stems from his need for absolute (or as close to absolute as he can get) control and power. he borders on perfectionist and although he doesn’t fall FULLY into that category like my twin!touya does, he’d most definitely have all of those pictures organized in a painstakingly methodical way <3

if we’re talking about touya-nii getting into photography as a hobby, you can bet your ass he’s buying a polaroid camera for those oh-so-pathetically-cute candids, so he can stick them in his car, his wallet, their bedroom, their fridge—wherever the fuck he wants to. he likes to have them everywhere, he tells her, so he is constantly reminded of her stunning beauty. it’s like a shot of pure love straight to his heart every time his eye catches on one of the sweet little polaroids he’s taken of her, always off guard, never ready, completely raw and natural and HER: a blurry face with a brilliant smile in the passenger seat of his car; a cute, surprised expression with a noodle hanging from her lips at their favourite noodle bar; a soft, sleepy baby all wrapped up in one of his old worn hoodies and the fluffy comforter of their bed. such photos cannot ever truly capture the authentic and immense beauty of her soul, but they manage to imprint just a wisp of her aura onto the film; a small piece of her that he can always carry with him, or stick around their surroundings and be thoroughly engulfed in, embraced by.

you can also bet your ass he is taking several up the skirt ‘candids’ as well as watching her closely, waiting for her to bend over in one of those ridiculously indecent short, short dresses/skirts he indulges her with so he can snap that perfectly sexy, voyeuristic shot.

and, of course, she will always take the opportunity to steal his polaroid camera from him to snap a few of her own special shots, too <3

#waaah sorry this has been sitting fully finished in my drafts for six days now >.< #but anyway YES I LOVE THISSSSS yes!!!!! <333 #had so much fun answering this hehe <3 #i hope you're having a fantastic thursday!!!! #keep safe out there and stay hydrated as always <3 #touya-nii #staple chan #clari gets mail #tw:stepcest

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

i don’t want to lose you // matt murdock

Summary: You’re in a wonderful relationship with Matt, but when the Avengers defeat Thanos and everyone who got blipped is back, Bucky Barnes walks into your life again, and Matt is afraid he might lose you.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: implied smut, insecurities, accusations of cheating, angst

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Thanks to @coffee-books-music​ for proofreading this!

divider by @firefly-graphics​

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As you turned over, you saw him sleeping peacefully next to you. You couldn’t help but smile as your mind wandered about last night, remembering his skin on your skin, his warm touch and playful togetherness. A night of trust and understanding. This wasn’t your first night, but every time with Matt was special.

You ran your hand through his hair, softly, not wanting to wake him up. You wondered what you did to deserve him, to deserve his love. You would do anything to protect this man. You tried to capture each of his features in your heart to cherish them forever.

“You’re staring,” he muttered in his sleepy voice, his eyes still closed, but he cracked a small smile.

“Excuse me, sir. Weren’t you asleep?”

“I was, but your creeping woke me up.”

“It wasn’t creeping,” you said, offended. “I was admiring.”

He hummed. “Whatever makes you sleep better, sweetheart.”

You rolled over and put yourself on top of him, a piece of your hair falling, unintentionally caressing his cheek, as he raised his hand to tuck it behind your ear. The gesture made you smile. You got closer to his face, his breathing hitting you.

You whisper, “You’re being a pain in the ass and—,” you look over to check the clock on the nightstand, “— it’s only 8:30 AM.”

“Guess it’s part of my charm.”

“Sure it is,” you closed the small gap, melting at the feel of his soft lips, his tongue seeking permission to make his way into your mouth, you immediately granting it. His hand made his way under your his shirt, through your back, until it reached your breasts, massaging your left one softly, causing you to let out a soft moan.

You pulled away a little, your faces still close. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” you warned.

He arched an eyebrow. “Who says I can’t finish it?”

“The clock. Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go to the office?”

“I think Foggy and Karen can survive a day without me,” He grabbed your face and pulled you in again, smashing his lips with yours. Matt always kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in years. You loved the intensity and the meaning he put in every kiss and every touch. It was one of the many things that made him such a great lover. He made you feel loved. That was his priority, always.

“You’re insatiable,” you said in between kisses. To be honest, you weren’t really complaining. Matt’s touches were like heaven, and if it were possible, you two would never leave this bed.

“Oh, so it’s me that’s insatiable now?” He tried to look offended, but his face gave away that he was just messing with you. “You were the one who was asking me to not stop last night.”

You smacked his chest, “Shut up,” You swore his laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world, and the way his eyes crinkled, it just made your heart race up. “You know you love it when I stroke your ego.”

There are many kinds of love, as there are many kinds of light. There is love that stirs the heart, and love that gives it rest, but the love that leads life upward is the best. Matt’s love didn’t demand you to prove any worth. It was just a natural connection, something that allowed you to be you without any question.

“I’m a good boy, I’m nothing like that.” The seriousness in his voice made you think he was saying it for real. Your silence made him burst into laughter.

“I don’t know why I keep putting up with your shit.”

“It’s because you love me,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, really? What gave it away?”

He pretended to think of an answer for a second before he spoke again, “Maybe the way your heart races every time I’m close to you?” He paused, wondering, “Or the way your body burns when I touch you?” At this point, he was whispering in your ear, while placing soft, wet kisses along your neck. “Or the way you’re melting right now.”

Bastard.

He was like a drug. One touch and you were instantly intoxicated. Whatever he wanted from you was what he'd have and there wasn’t a thing that could stop it, not that you'd ever want it to. Just his scent sent you into a heady trance, one that wouldn't end until your bodies were forged as one.

His hand moved down from your cheek to your lips. That was when the kissing resumed and you both started to move like partners dancing. Your bodies fit together as if you were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. With a laugh, he rolled you over. Now he was the one on top and had you under him. Your gaze met his sightless one. Finding safety in his beautiful brown eyes.

You felt electricity in your skin, hormones shutting down your higher brain and the rise of your animal self. From there on, it was all passion, intense, intoxicating.

In the softness of the silk sheets wrapped around your naked, sweaty bodies, your fingers caressed each other's skin as if afraid a heavier touch would break the heady magic. You had become one, one mind with one goal and purpose, each utterly drunk with love for the other.

Moments like this were so free-flowing, so simple. You were at home.

The comfortable silence broke when Matt’s phone started ringing, a voice letting him know that Foggy was calling.

“This better be good, Foggy.”

“Where the hell are you, man? Have you seen what time it is?”

“He’s been busy… actually, he still is, so what do you want?” You spoke before Matt could let out his witty comment.

“It’s fuckin’ 11am! Are you really—“ Foggy stopped himself before asking a question he knew the answer to. “Nevermind. You just need to come to the office now.”

“You take care of it yourself, Foggy. You're a grown man, you don’t need Matty for everything.”

“Ha ha ha,” the blonde man laughed sarcastically through the other side of the line. “You are so funny, (Y/N). Why don't you get your ass here? Someone’s waiting for you.”

You and Matt frowned, confused.

Why would someone go to Matt's workplace to look for you?

“Are you sure it’s for me?”

“Yeah, pretty sure the chance of there being another (Y/N) (Y/L/N) around here is slim.”

“What do they want from me?”

“He didn’t tell.”

“He?”

“Yes. It’s a man. Bucky Barnes.”

When you heard Foggy say Bucky’s name, your entire body tensed, and you were sure your boyfriend sensed it.

Bucky and you shared a history. You thought you had met the one when you crossed paths with the former Winter Soldier in Bucharest back in 2016, after you dropped your job at S.H.I.E.L.D. You two just worked together effortlessly. He was the missing piece you had been searching for your whole life, and you were the warmth, the safeness and the soft touch he hadn't had in 80 years.

But all of your dreams of a future together crumbled when Thanos snapped his fucking fingers and Bucky got blipped, leaving you alone with only a broken heart. That was 5 years ago. It was difficult, for a while you refused to move on, wanting to stay loyal to Bucky, but then you met Matt, and it was like a ray of sunshine lighting up your darkness.

Your mind got used to the fact that you might never see Bucky again. So when you walk into the Nelson and Murdock office and you see him standing there, with shorter hair, like he used to wear it in the 40s, looking as handsome as ever, like it hadn’t been a lustrum since the last time you saw each other, the emotions completely took over you and you launched yourself at him, with no warning.

He embraced you back with just as much fervor. Your face nuzzled in his neck, grabbing him like he was your life support. Your frame was engulfed in a tight hug with both his flesh and metal arms and you would be lying if you would say you haven’t missed the feeling of it. “I can’t believe you’re really here,” you mumbled against his skin. “I missed you,” Tears scrolled down your cheeks, wetting his neck, but he didn’t care. “I missed you so much,” you sobbed.

“I’m not leaving, doll,” he promised, and that was a promise he intended to keep. He already lost 5 years, he would not let anything or anyone take any more years away from the two of you. He pulled away to hold your face in his hands, his left hand still gloved. “You and I forever, right?”

And it was in that moment, when Bucky was about to lean down to join your lips together, that Matt cleared his throat, reminding his girlfriend and this mysterious man that he was still in the room. “Who are you, again?”

He obviously wasn’t happy with how touchy this man was being with his girl. And for a moment, he was thankful that he couldn’t see the scene that was unfolding in front of him, because just listening to it was painful enough.

“I’m James Bucky Barnes—”

Before he could go any further, Karen cut him off before he could finish. “Oh my god! You’re Captain America’s best friend.”

Bucky nodded.

“How do you know (Y/N)?” Foggy asked, suspiciously.

“She’s my girlfriend,” he said it like it was obvious. As if everyone knew this.

“Come again?” Matt didn’t think he had heard this man's words right.

You cleared your throat. ”Mmm… Bucky, we need to talk.”

You were never good at confrontation. You were the kind of person who ran away from the problems, or just ignored them until they finally just went away.

However, this wasn’t something you could just ignore or run away from. But it was also a situation you never thought you would have to face, and you knew that no matter what you say, someone is going to end up hurt.

“Doll, it’s okay,” Bucky reached for your hands. You brought him to a diner so you could explain everything that had happened in the five years. And even though he was being very comprehensive about you moving on, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Maybe you should have waited for him a little longer, maybe you moved on too quickly.

“No, no, don’t say that,” he said when you had voiced your thoughts to him. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel guilty about being happy. “Honestly, I’m happy that you aren’t still moping over my ass,” he joked. “You’re all beaming and happy, just like when we met.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m saying it because I love you, and all I ever wanted was to see you happy. It doesn’t matter if it’s with another guy.”

“I haven’t stopped loving you, Bucky. I never will, but—“ He didn’t let you continue.

“I know,” he gave you a sideway smile. He didn’t want any explanations. You didn’t owe him anything. You thought he was dead, you had your right to keep with your life and to fall in love again. He wasn’t going to hold a grudge against you for that.

Letting someone you love go so they can be happy is the biggest act of selflessness a person could do. It shows maturity and just how pure your heart is.

“I still want you in my life. I don’t want to lose you again.”

“Told you already, doll. I’m not leaving you again.”

Avengers Compound, 2017

“I can’t believe you call that music,” Your boyfriend shrugged his jacket off and threw it over a chair in the room.

You had taken Bucky out tonight to a club so you could have some fun time together. For Bucky, the definition of fun differed greatly from yours. He was a man from his time, he thought you should bring flowers to your dame before a date, and go to a fancy dance hall where you can swing to the rhythm of jazz music together. A bunch of people just jumping to a loud, noisy sound wasn’t his idea of a romantic night.

“Alright, grandpa. You don’t get to diss our music.”

“You can’t tell me you really like that,” he turned to look at you, dumbfounded.

To be honest, you weren’t a party girl. Clubs and dancing were never your scene. The only reason you took Bucky there was so he could experience some 21st century picture, only now realizing that it wasn’t your best idea.

“No more club nights out. I promise,” you said as you crossed your heart. Bucky let out a laugh and reached for your hand to pull you close to him. He stared at you with those blue eyes that held so much adoration. A look reserved only for you. “And I know a place you might like.”

“Another lousy obnoxious music place?”

You playfully hit his flesh arm. “It’s actually a place where you can listen to 40s music.”

“Why didn’t we go there tonight?”

“I’m reserving that for a special occasion.”

Jealousy eats a person up from within until you’re a zombie corpse feasting on the hive-mind. Matt knew this, but it didn’t stop him from feeling so uneasy every time you went to meet with Bucky.

You already talked to him, assuring him that you were with him for the long run, and that Bucky wasn’t going to be a problem. But the mind was a tricky bitch, and it didn’t stop remembering how you threw yourself at your ex-boyfriend and how you gripped at him like he was your lifesaver.

But Matt knew he couldn’t forbid you from seeing Bucky. He didn’t want to be that kind of boyfriend and if he didn’t want to lose you, he really had to learn how to keep his insecurities from messing your relationship up. He needed to learn how to tolerate the discomfort these uncomfortable thoughts were causing him, and let the feelings pass. That way he could respond appropriately rather than reacting inappropriately.

“Where have you been?” It was the first thing he asked you when you walked into the apartment you shared together. Well, it was technically his, but he always told you this was your house too now, and he didn’t like it when you refer to it as only his.

He wasn’t trying to be controlling, but you finished your shift at your work about three hours ago, and normally when you go out for drinks with your co-workers, you always let him know.

He got his answer when you walked to him to greet him with a kiss. There it was. His scent. All over you. You had been with Bucky.

“I went out with Bucky,” You never thought about lying to him about your whereabouts, not because he would know you are lying but because you didn’t think you should lie about it. You did nothing wrong. “That smells amazing.”

“It’s because I made your favorite,” he chuckled.

“Oh, I love you,” you said, throwing your arms around his neck. “Best boyfriend ever!” you exclaimed, pressing a kiss to his mouth between each word.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

When Matt walked into the office, he was met with the scent of fresh lilies, gerberas and peonies. This was unusual and out of routine. He was sometimes met with the smell of fresh made coffee that Karen picked for him and Foggy on her way to work. But never flowers.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Foggy’s beaming voice greeted him.

Matt folded his cane and walked to his friend. “What’s the occasion?” He asked, gesturing toward the office.

“You tell me. Didn’t you get them for (Y/N)?”

Matt frowned. “No.”

Early in your relationship, you politely asked him to not give you flowers. Not for Valentine’s Day, not for your anniversary, and not out of nowhere just because he loved you. He never asked you why, not wanting to pry. He just respected your wish and went along with it.

“There’s a card?”

Matt could hear the unfolding of the card, and noticed how Foggy’s demeanor changed. This couldn’t be good. “What does it say?” Met with only silence, he asked again, more demanding this time. “Foggy! Tell me what it says!”

Foggy sighed, “Thank you for such a wonderful night. Love you, B.”

Matt’s lips pursed tight. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. He could accept you hanging out with the guy. He didn’t like it; it made him feel uneasy, but he accepted it. But him sending you flowers? Why was Bucky allowed to send you flowers and not him? Especially when he has no right to, not anymore.

“Good morning,” your radiant smile lightened the room. You were on your way to work when you decided to surprise your boyfriend and his friends with some morning coffee. Your eyes landed on the flowers. “Oh, you guys got Karen flowers? That’s so sweet of you.”

“They are for you,” Foggy explained.

“From Bucky,” Your boyfriend added, not happy.

“Oh,” You didn’t really know what to say. Bucky used to do this back when you were together, before he was blipped out of existence, leaving you with a hole in your heart.

This was one of the reasons you loved him in the first place. He had the charm that most men didn’t have these days. It was also the reason you asked Matt not to give you flowers. Bucky had been the first and only guy to ever give them to you, and a big part of you wanted it to stay that way. As you looked at the bouquet, it warmed your heart that he still remembered your favorite flowers.

“Why is he sending you flowers?”

“I don’t know.” It was an honest answer.

Foggy held out the card. “He’s thanking you for a wonderful night.”

Last night

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” When your shift ended, Bucky was waiting for you outside. You asked him to, earlier today. This had been something that you wanted to do since he got back.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Doll, I love you, but your surprises are awful.”

“Oh, please. You’re gonna love this one.”

You dragged him along New York streets. Even if your body didn’t give it away, you were hesitant, not sure if this was a good idea anymore, but you had promised. And you were a woman of your word.

“Here,” Bucky remained silent as he looked at the building. “I promised you, no more clubs.”

The brunette looked at you fondly. “You remember.”

“Of course I remember.” Your sweet gesture didn’t do any good to Bucky’s feelings. He wanted to sweep you off the floor and just smash his mouth against yours. But he couldn’t. So he made the effort to restrain himself.

You just grabbed his hand and walked inside the dance hall. Jazz band on stage, some couples dancing around the room.

“Shall we?”

“I haven’t danced since 1943.”

“You’ll be fine.”

You wrapped your hands around Bucky’s neck, as his hands were set on your waist and the two of you swayed slowly, letting the rhythm control your movements. All the people around you dissolved. It was just you and him, alone in the entire .

His ocean blue eyes glistened, an involuntary smile spread across your face.

Uncontrollable feelings surged through your body when his fingers brushed across your cheek. Your body was acting on its own, no chains to hold you back from this pure paradise.

You rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder. You two continued dancing, too lost in the music to halt.

-

“You went to dance with him?” He couldn’t believe it. Dancing. This was something you never did with him either. But it seemed you didn’t have a problem doing it with Bucky.

“Matt, I—” You tried to defend yourself, noticing the indignation in his voice.

“You hang with him all the time, he sends you flowers and now you go to dance with him, too.” Matt was in a wrath. “What more have you done?” He questioned. “You kissed him? Slept with him?”

You looked at him with wide eyes. He couldn’t be serious. “What? No! How could you accuse me of cheating on you?”

“I don’t know, (Y/N) Maybe because you go behind my back and do all these couple things with him when you refused to do them with me.”

“So that’s what this is about?” you chuckled humorlessly. “You’re just jealous.”

“Can you blame me?”

He wasn’t crazy or making things up in his head. He felt he had every reason to be mad.

“Bucky needs me! You have no idea what he’s been through.”

“That’s your excuse? He had a traumatic past, so he gets special treatment?” Matt hasn't dug into Captain America’s best friend’s past. He wasn’t interested but he wanted to understand what was so special about the guy that you were willing to put your relationship on the line for him. “I had a rough childhood, too!”

“Stop making this about you!” you screamed. “You’re acting like a controlling jerk.”

“Are you being serious right now?” You had to be joking. But then it hit him, it hit him like a wall of bricks, and his entire demeanor crumbled. “You're never gonna love me the way you love him.”

Your anger vanished the moment you saw the twist of pain on your boyfriend’s face and the way his voice cracked. You never intended to make Matt feel unloved, you loved him. But a part of you still loved Bucky too, and he needed you right now, he just lost Steve, you were the only thing he had left, you couldn’t allow yourself to make him lose you too.

“You settled with me because you lost him, but now that he’s back, you don’t want me anymore.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? You’re telling me that since the moment you saw him standing in this office three months ago, you haven’t thought once of running back to him?”

Your silence was more than enough of an answer to him. “Then I’ll make it easier for you. You don’t have to burden yourself by staying in this relationship anymore. You can go back to him. I’m freeing you.”

Your body somehow trembled and chilled simultaneously as you heard Matt’s words. Your soul felt wafer thin. Eyes bled an ocean as you sensed the end of your relationship coming.

You knew there was nothing you could say to fix it. Matt stopped believing that you loved him, that you would protect him in the same ways he protected you. To him, it was over. His love for you remained, though. His big heart can love so infinitely. He felt blessed for the time you had together, for the love you shared, and the best of you will remain in his heart. But he wasn’t going to fight for you while you fought him.

“Don’t do this Matt, please,” you begged, choking back sobs. “I love you!”

“That’s not enough.”

You didn’t come home that night, and Matt didn’t want to sit there, making his mind wonder if you were with Bucky right now or what you were doing. So he decided to leave early for his routine patrol. He was getting ready when the bell rang.

“What the hell is wrong with you, man?” As soon as Matt opened the door, the soldier immediately made his way into the apartment.

“Sure, make your way in.”

Bucky ignored Matt’s sarcastic comment and instead attacked him with his words again. “She’s a mess, and it’s all your fault.”

You were the most precious thing to Bucky. From the moment you crossed ways, he swore he would protect you with his life. So he wasn’t exactly thrilled when you knocked on his door, crying because Matt decided he didn’t want to be tied to this relationship anymore.

Matt didn’t understand why the man in front of him was so mad. He did Bucky a favor. Now Matt was out of the picture, you were all his again. Just like you wanted.

“This woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted to. And there’s been times I’ve wanted to. It has been overwhelming, and even painful at times, but I couldn’t stop loving her anymore than I could stop breathing. I’m hopelessly, irretrievably, in love with her. More than she knows. So I’m not going to sit back and watch some asshole break her heart.”

“Well, good for you. Because she’s still in love with you.”

“No. She still loves me, but she’s not in love with me.” Bucky couldn’t deal with the stubbornness of this oblivious man.

It would’ve been so easy for him to make a move, get his girl back, but that’s not that kind of man he was. He would never take advantage of this situation to prove he was better than Matt.

“What do you want?” Matt asked, too tired and defeated to argue.

“She’s hurt, and I hate seeing the people I love hurt. And let me tell you, I would do anything to see that woman happy.”

“Are you threatening me?”

There’s nothing that Bucky would like more than punching this man’s face, God knew he wanted to. But he wasn’t going to fly off the handle, not willing to give him that satisfaction.  

“You may not be her first, but she loves you, you know. What else matters? If you let your pride win, you’re gonna lose her.”

“I lost her the moment you showed up.”

“You know when she talks about you, she doesn’t stop gushing about you? She has that goofy smile every time she speaks of you, and she truly looks happy. She refuses to see any bad in you. She believes you’re perfect for her and worth every second of the wait. I’m telling you, man, if you don’t fix this, one day you’re gonna look back and say, damn, that girl did really love me.”

This truly caught Matt by surprise. “She does?”

"You're really blind if you don't see how madly in love she is with you,” Bucky shook his head. “She told me you really see her, better than anyone else ever did. Now, I’m not sure she was right.”

The soldier made his way to the door, but before he could leave, he turned and said, “It’s up to you, man. I truly hope you do the right thing.”

You can’t just give up on someone because the situation isn’t ideal. Relationships include fights, jealousy, arguments, faith, tears, disagreements. But it takes real maturity to talk about things and find a way to make it work.

“How did you find me?” Your back was lying on the brick wall. The night’s fresh breeze striking your features, strands of loose hair brushing your face because of the blowing wind. You felt a presence with you on the roof, and you didn’t need to turn to look at him to know who it was.

“I guessed you’d be staying at Bucky’s place,” Matt didn’t give away the part where Bucky went to his apartment and let him know that after your argument you went to knock on Bucky’s door.

You glanced at him, just now realizing he was in his Daredevil costume. “Do you really think that’s the most appropriate outfit to wear right now?”

He shrugged. “I was on patrol.”

Neither of you said anything for a minute. The only sound audible was the cars on the streets and people talking. It was an awkward dead silence between you two, though.

You were the one to break it. “You were right. I'm never going to love you the way I love him,” You were still lying on the wall, looking into the dark of the night. Not daring to look at him. “Because there aren’t two loves that are the same. Bucky’s my first love. The first person I ever loved. I thought we would be together forever, and then I lost him, and it felt like a part of me died too. Like… that part that was lost would never be found, but then, I met you.” For the first time since you started pouring your feelings out to him, you looked at him, but you still couldn't decipher his emotions, the mask covering half of his face. “And it was like a ray of sunshine pulling me out of the dark hole I was suffering from. You came into my life with your lame jokes and your stupid smile and I was a goner,” Your eyes pooled with more tears. “And yes, I did things wrong, I handled things poorly and I’m sorry for that,” You paused to take a breath. “It might not be the same, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Because every night you go out, I wonder if that would be the last time I see you, and I stay up all night until you come back to patch you up and make sure you’re alright because I need to know you’re okay before I fall asleep. So if you still think I don’t love you, well… Then tell me what I need to do to prove my love to you.”

Your hand tentatively reached for his face, expecting rejection. When it never came, you pulled his mask off. You were met with a pair of tear-filled eyes matching yours. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” Your voice cracked, laced with sobs and sincerity.

Matt wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you to him. Your face was buried in his chest, his on your neck. Both seeking comfort in the other.

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me, sweetheart.” He broke apart, his gloved hands holding your face. “Not now. Not ever.” Forehead rested against the other’s, nose brushing, his stubble jaw caressing your cheeks.

“I love you,” you whispered, so softly, like it was a secret only he was worthy to know.

The corners of his mouth lifted, a real smile breaking on his face.

“Say it again,” he begged. The sound of your voice professing your love for him was a blissful melody to his ears.

“I love you, Matt Murdock,” You finally crashed your lips against his in a fierce and needy kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fic #matt murdock one shot #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil imagine #matt murdock #daredevil #charlie cox

[sukirichi]

cold (m.)

request. soft nsfw scenario with gojo and his s/o on winter ♡

cw. cockwarming, sleepy sex, dom! gojo, “kitten” as a pet name, overstimulation, creampie, slight nipple play, explicit smut

note. sorry for the late request completion, but here it is, thank you for requesting on my milestone event! i’m not sure if this was “soft” enough since i got carried away, but i hope you like it!

Flakes of snow crumpled outside, heaps of stark white outlining the pavement and frosting the green leaves that had now been concealed from view. From outside, you could see the neighbors’ dogs happily chasing one another, their paws sinking from the cold. Smiling to yourself, you buried deeper in the covers and into your main source of heat, who was still snoring softly as he enjoyed his rare day off’s from work.

Twisting to your side, you cupped Satoru’s face, feeling warmth blossom from your chest and onto your palms. He looked so pretty like this – crystal hair and lashes relaxed, dusting just above his eyelids and his glossy lips still moisturized even from the biting cold.

You ran a thumb to his lips, thinking how unfair it was that he looked so ethereal even when asleep.

It was a nice sight to see your boyfriend out from his teacher’s uniform, clad in black sweatpants and an equally dark sweatshirt that now hung low to expose his defined collarbones. Tempting, he was, especially since his arm was lazily draped over the curves of your hips, large, rough hands cupping your ass even if he’s in dreamland. You wondered what he’s thinking about – you, perhaps? hopefully. It would be a shame if he had something else in mind, and in a sudden wave of jealousy, you snuggled closer to him, your head buried in his chest.

From above you, Satoru stirred. His movements were miniscule, unsure, and still sleepy for the first few seconds, until his wandering hands grazed over your skimpy shorts (mostly as an excuse to absorb his warmth skin-to-skin) and onto the plump flesh of your ass.

“Morning,” he croaked out, voice still heavily laced with sleep. “What’re you doing there, kitten?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head and pecked him on the lips, taking the man by surprise, though he didn’t pull away. Both of you enjoyed each other’s presence in the moment – with him smiling sleepily at you, his fingers tracing patterns on your legs that are mingled with his, and with you grinning up at him like you were the happiest person in the world. And well, you were. “Baby,” you started, using your most docile tone that you knew always had him weak, accompanied with wide eyes and a puppy pout. “I don’t want to leave bed but we need to eat soon. We’ve been sleeping for like, half a day already.”

Satoru’s cerulean eyes gleamed with mischief. “I think we’ve been doing more than just sleeping and that’s why we can’t leave the bed. You see, my little kitten has unfortunately bound me to the bed with her deceiving nature as a temptress.”

“Stop!” you whacked his chest playfully, your cheeks only burning further with heat the louder he laughed at you.

It was true – the laziness and comfort the cold brought, along with the need to just be impossible close to each other made getting out of bed seem such like a daunting task. If that wasn’t enough, he’d also taken you in different ways, keeping up to his word that he would fuck you on every corner of the house if that was what need be. As a result, your legs ached. Satoru took the liberty to carrying you pretty much everywhere, but it also came with the price that he’d pull your undies down just the next second, stuffing either his fingers or cock deep into your heated cunt.

Satoru effortlessly captured your wrist to stop you from your measly attacks, grabbing you until you were draped all over his body. With your weight on top of his, legs straddled on either sides of his waist, you regarded one another with so much sensations – of adoration, of lust, of need, of love.

Your boyfriend leaned upwards, pressing his forehead to yours until he was close enough to graze your nose against his. “I want you,” he breathed out hotly, his hands already on their way to squeeze your perked ass. “It’s too cold – warm me up?”

“Nasty little bugger,” you teased, but made quick work of shoving his pants down anyway.

Thanks to his teasing and your overall undeniable attraction for your boyfriend, your body felt like it was incessantly burning, but you had a duty to please him, otherwise he’d be whiny and bother you the rest of the day with his neediness. So with a roll of your eyes that was accomplished with faux annoyance, you slipped his cock out of his boxers – unsurprisingly, Satoru was already hard – and slipped him inside your mouth.

Satoru sighed, whispering finally under his breath as he relaxed back on the pillows. You let him stay there, cock hard and throbbing, but he didn’t seem to show any indication he wanted to fuck. After last night’s activities where you accidentally scratched the leather couch open from when he took you from behind, ass cheeks sore and bruised from the roughness of his palm’s impact onto yours, he must be really tired, and your legs still trembled until now.

You settled on your side to make yourself comfortable. Eyes closed and breathing softly, your mouth was the only thing that kept his cock warm. He twitched every now and then, his soft, curled hairs tickling your cheek.

His fingers began to thread your hair for some light patting; silent appreciation for how sweet you were to him. A few minutes passed where the both of you stayed there, almost on the brink of falling back to sleep again from the laxness winter always came with, until Satoru groaned, pushing your head off away from his cock. Blinking up at him, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks in confusion.

Satoru didn’t speak.

He simply pulled you towards him, but twisted your body before you could kiss him. His actions made you huff in disappointment, and your boyfriend chuckling under his breath did nothing to alleviate your protests that you warmed his cock up for him but wouldn’t even let you kiss him.

“Hmm, I just want things to be fair for us,” he hummed against your neck, fingers splayed out over your belly. Satoru’s hands were cold from under his oversized shirt that you wore, and you tried to push him away, though the guy was too stubborn to let go. In your irritation to make yourself comfortable, you failed to register that he was already tugging your shorts aside, groaning deep when the tip of his cock slid over your wet, pussy lips. “Fuck, kitten, no panties? You were really that bare around me the whole night? I bet you’re not wearing a bra too.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Easy to taunt as usual, his cold fingers trailed up from your stomach and onto your erect nipples, which he rolled playfully between his digits. Gasping from the stark contrast of your warm skin on his chilled ones, you ended up falling back on his arm under your head, shivering and clenching your jaw the longer he toyed with them.

His chest reverberated against your back from his laughter. You hated how sexy he sounded even when he wasn’t remotely trying to be tempting.

“You’re so cold.”

“Push me away then,” he smirked onto your hair, leaving little butterfly kisses over your cheeks that he could reach. Scoffing in protest, you cuddled closer to his arm and pushed your ass back to his erection to shut him up. “Oh,” he chuckled, “Did I make my kitten mad?”

“Shut up and put it inside me.”

“Your wish is my command, kitten.”

Your eyes shut tight as he slipped himself inside you, his long cock stretching you so good. Each inch of his cock slid in wonderfully, your walls accommodating and hugging him like he was meant to stay there and only there. The both of you released contented sighs now that he was seated deep inside you, his pelvis flat on the curve of your ass. His hands remained cupping your breasts as he mumbled sweet nothings into the crook of your neck, his body finally warm and your positions comfortable.

You would’ve happily fallen asleep like this – your head on his arm, his body locked around yours so tightly that you felt safe and protected, the curtain of his affection like a midnight lullaby to soothe you into slipping.

Then he started moving.

It started slow at first; slow, experimental thrusts that felt more like he was just wiggling to make himself comfortable. You chided at him for it, but the idiot only chuckled, complaining that you were ‘too tight and suffocating him.’ After telling him he could pull out and be deprived of your heat, he immediately shut up and only hugged you tighter, playfully sinking down his teeth over your neck to snarl, “Never. This little kitty is mine.”

You knew he was teasing you. It was evident from the way he slid in and out in an excruciatingly slow manner, as if trying to see if he could pull out those soft moans from your pretty lips that were wrapped around his cock that was now inside you just seconds ago.

Of course you wanted to moan. Of course you wanted to bask in this pleasure; his dick throbbing inside you, your walls clenching around him that granted you sharp intakes of breath from your rather unbothered boyfriend – but you just didn’t want to. Sure, maybe you were being bratty, but didn’t he love it? Besides, it only urged him to be a little rougher with you, a little meaner, to move a little faster and fuck you a little harder. It didn’t really take much to be reduced into the lovely kitten that mewled and clawed at his wrists.

This was something Satoru knew very well, and it really wasn’t beyond your boyfriend to push you over the edge.

Even with your back turned to him, you could feel his devious smirk hot on your skin, his nimble fingers slipping down to play with your clit. Now that elicited a whimper from you, and his snickers did nothing to alleviate the torturous pleasure he fucked you with.

Satoru kept flicking his fingers side to side until your clit throbbed between his fingers, the little bundle of nerves red and swollen just for his taking. Just as you were losing mind, he pushed your hair away from your neck and dipped his tongue into the shell of your ear, where his masculine groans and restrained pants harmonized beautifully with the little please’s you kept chanting over and over again. His cock was also relentless as he fucked into you, his hips godly into thrusting right at your sweet spot that had you viewing your room white like the snow that padded outside.

“Hnggr – T’Toru, too much—” you gripped at his wrist in an attempt to slow him down a little. He felt too good and too hot; at this pace, you couldn’t guarantee you could prolong your orgasm a little more, and you didn’t want to cum too early. “Baby, I—”

“You’ll take it,” he insisted, the grip he now had on your hips close to bruising. However, there was still that fact that you were his precious kitten that lingered at the back of his mind that prevented him from going too rough to you. The last thing he wanted was to break you, especially when he planned on fucking you until your pussy took in the shape of his cock and he’d fucked you too stupid that you remembered nothing else but his name. “You’re a good kitten, aren’t you? You can take it. Hold on a little longer for me.”

Your moans only turned to spur him on. You lay there limp like a ragdoll as he used you as he pleased, his hips snapping deep into yours until your mouth had fallen open, too shocked and drunken in pleasure to form a coherent thought.

“Feels so good,” your walls tightened around him, fingers laced around his veiny wrist that was still very much planted between your legs.

Satoru ignored the feverish manner of you rubbing your legs together, attacking you and ravishing you however he desired simply because why not. He was everywhere on you – his cock stretching you out and reaching places not even your toys could ever wander, his fingers rubbing and rolling your clit, his tongue and teeth leaving marks on the abused patch of skin on your neck and shoulders the longer he marked his territory with his scent on his signature. Not that he needed to since you would forever be his, but he didn’t want to take the chance.

“Fuck, kitten, so fucking tight for me,” he praised before his other hand gripped your boob, the pleasure too burning and overwhelming that you tipped your head back, knocking back on his chest where his heartbeat jumped and skipped even from underneath his shirt. “Oh, you always make me feel so good, always warming me up, huh?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, now please, I wanna cum,” you whined desperately, catching his lips at the same time his pace increased and made your body tremble. “Satoru,” you cried in between the kiss, hoping that he’d listen to your please this time. “Baby, too much, p-please?”

“Cum for me,” Satoru encouraged, rolling his hips in time with you meeting his cock thrust by thrust. He held onto your boob like it was his lifeline, everything he was doing igniting fireworks to explode within you. With one final, teasing pinch to your engorged clit, Satoru pushed you to the edge and you came around him, hard. The aftershocks of your orgasm were ridden out the longer he fucked himself deep into you, withering down fucked-out mumblings of please, it’s too much left unheard by his ears. Your walls clamped down around his cock the longer he stimulated you, and you were crying around him from the sensations bursting within you, the tears dripping down to his shirt.

Finally, his thrusts grew sloppy – a sign he was close. Satoru stilled his hips inside you, buried to the hilt and his skin flushed hot next to yours before you felt him spill his seed right into your warmth.

The feeling of both your cum dripping out your pussy lips were halted when Satoru pulled one last thrust, shushing you with a kiss when you moaned brokenly from the movement. You panted in his arm afterwards, holding onto his bicep and the sheets for dear life. He refused to pull out as he gathered you into his chest, kissing your tear-stained cheeks and wet lashes with a tenderness so alien to his dominance in bed.

“Shhh, shhh, you’re alright, I got you, kitten,” he soothed, brushing your hair away from your damp skin.

The heat on your bodies were immediately replaced by the biting cold, and you kissed him back once you were settled, sighing into the sweetness of his mouth and everything that was Satoru.

“’Em tired,” you eventually mumbled, too exhausted to bother cleaning up the mess he’d left between your legs.

You were thankful that he hadn’t pulled out yet, otherwise his load would drip further down your thighs and make a mess on the sheets – something you didn’t want to be bothered with.

As if sensing that you needed to be pampered now more than ever, your boyfriend nodded behind you, wiggling his lips one last time to make himself comfortable inside you. His warmth was comforting and more than welcomed, so much so that you momentarily forget his cum was still inside you. Satoru didn’t stop in caressing your skin, rolling the knots of your shoulders until you were growing sleepy before him, legs and bodies in a tangled mess similar brought about by the winter’s result to crave heat. And in the presence of your boyfriend, you were once falling back to into dreamland, but not before Satoru left one last reminder.

“Rest as much as you need, kitten,” Satoru whispered into the hollow of your ear, his tongue poking out to slowly coax you into the blissful lull of slumber. “You’re gonna need it for when I keep fucking you until winter passes.”

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[captain-buckyyy]

worst behaviour ⭒ part one

summary: steve and bucky break your number one rule: no playtime without mommy’s permission

pairing: sub!steve x reader x sub!bucky

warnings: swearing, steve and bucky call reader ‘mommy’, steve eats reader out, pet names, male x male smut

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is part one of two! hope u enjoy!

Bucky can’t sleep, his head wracked with thoughts of you. His cock is achingly hard in the snug material of the sweatpants he wore to bed. You’re sound asleep next to him and on the other side of you is Steve, who snores gently. Bucky sneaks a glance at you laid there, your skin glowing in the early morning light; he can’t the way his hand palms over the bulge in his grey sweatpants at the sight of you. Bucky’s blue eyes can’t leave your supple flesh as images of him on his knees eating your sweet pussy out for hours flash through his mind.

“Fuck!” Bucky lowly groans as he kneads his hard cock through his sweatpants as you stir slightly in your sleep moving an inch, enough for the material of the thin vest you’re wearing to move and Bucky gets a peek at the soft flesh of your breasts.

“Shit! Fuck!” Bucky practically whimpers at the sight, his sweatpants are getting uncomfortably tight and his cock is painfully hard and needing release.

The sound of Bucky’s moans and sweet little whimpers entice Steve away from his dreams of sucking your tits and tasting the sweet nectar of your milk. Steve wakes confused and startled as Bucky’s moans get louder as his hands slip under the soft material of his pants grasping his thick cock and slowly jerking his hand over it, his hips bucking into his flesh hand instinctively as the familiar rush of pleasure waves over him.

“Buck?” Steve rasps out, his voice thick and full of sleep, his eyes adjusting to the light as he focuses on the sight of Bucky sitting up in bed next to you, stroking himself as he focuses on your body.

Bucky’s eyes reluctantly tear away from your body to focus on the sight of his rather sleepy boyfriend sitting up in bed, eyes zeroed on Bucky’s cock.

“Buck, stop! You’re gonna get in trouble,” Steve says ever the obedient little boy, Bucky’s always been more of the troublemaker of the two. Steve would do anything and everything for you but Bucky liked to act out, he liked the thrill of the rush and the way the paddle felt on his bare bottom when you spanked him as a punishment.

Bucky merely smirks at Steve words, the super-soldier couldn’t deny that the thought of you punishing him was exhilarating. The last time you punished him, his ass was red and raw and he came so hard he nearly passed out.

Bucky ignores Steve, too busy with the feeling of his wet hand gliding over his cock, high-pitched moans leaving his plump pink lips in ecstasy. Steve can’t help but grow hard at the sight of Bucky jerking himself, Bucky’s head is tipped back against the headboard, one hand gripping the curve of your ass, the other secured tightly against the flesh of his thick cock. Bucky’s teeth rake over the plump sensitive skin of his lips, clamping down against it and the moan Steve lets out at the sight is sinful.

“Come on Stevie, let’s have some together. Mommy doesn’t have to know,” Bucky says quietly not to wake you.  Steve sighs, his face taken over with thought as he weighs his options: he could be good and go back to sleep and pretend he didn’t see anything to avoid punishment or he could be a little naughty and have some fun with Bucky.

Steve barely has time to think before Bucky is getting up from his side of the bed coming over to Steve and pressing his lips to Steve’s. Steve moans almost immediately the moment he feels Bucky’s wet and warm tongue slip past his lips, Bucky can’t help but smirk as his hand slithers down to the boxers Steve wore to bed and he feels the hardness of Steve’s clothed cock. “Bucky!” Steve moans but the sound is swallowed against Bucky’s plump lips that are devouring Steve.

Steve whimpers as Bucky pulls back, his lips reluctantly leaving Bucky. “Shhh… we don’t want to wake mommy up do we?” Bucky says smirking at Steve as his hand palms over Steve’s shorts-covered cock. Steve shakes his head before diving in and capturing Bucky’s lips, his hips rut up against Bucky’s metal hand and small whimpers leave his lips as he feels Bucky’s metal fingers squeeze his hard cock.

“You’re so hard,” Bucky laughs, pressing harder against Steve’s now painfully hard cock. Steve can’t help the animal-like mewl that leaves his throat at the sensation.

“Please Bucky,” Steve whines, making Bucky smirk wide at the sinful sounds escaping Steve’s lips.

“What do you want?” Bucky asks with a smirk.

“Please Bucky, need you to suck my cock,” Steve whines loudly and that was his mistake. The sound of one of your perfect little puppies whining wakes you quickly, Steve’s whine is so loud it fills the room and wakes you almost instantly.

Your eyes take time to adjust to the light and when they do, they’re suddenly met with the sight of Bucky removing Steve’s shorts as Steve hisses in desperate want and need at the feeling of Bucky’s flesh wrapped tightly around his hard cock.

“Need your mouth, Bucky,’ Steve practically begs the other super soldier and Bucky can’t help but coo taking pity on him, his warm pink lips wrap around the thick base of Steve’s cock and it feels too good Steve can barely string out a sentence instead opting to moan Bucky’s name over and over.

They don’t seem to notice the fact you’re awake, eyes open laying watching them disobey your number one rule: no playing without mommy’s permission. It seems your usual good little obedient puppies are being naughty and from the sound of Steve’s moans, they seem to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Bucky’s tongue swirls across the swollen red tip of Steve’s cock and Steve’s body jolts as pleasure consumes him, “Fuck!” Steve says, tears falling from his blue eyes as pleasure wrecks through his body. Bucky can’t help but laugh at how far gone Steve is and he’s barely even started. Bucky likes to be submissive to you but on the rare occasion, he’s naughty and plays with Steve without your permission Bucky likes to take control and watch Steve squirm.

The sight before you makes wetness pool in between your legs, your thighs instantly lubricated and sticky with your oozing slick as you watch your two little pets play with each other. It’s arousing, there’s no denying it but Bucky and Steve have broken your number one rule so as much as you’d like to join them, have Steve suck on your erect nipples as Bucky sucks him off; you need to remind them who’s in control and who calls the shots.

“Well isn’t this a lovely sight to wake up to, my two little boys misbehaving and breaking our rules,” you say tutting as you sit up in bed arms folded across your chest as you glare daggers at the two super soldiers.

Bucky immediately releases Steve’s thick cock from the wet and warm confines of his mouth making your other pet whimper at the loss but one harsh look from you has Steve immediately shutting up. Bucky can’t help the way blood rushes to his cock as his little plan play out before him: he wanted Steve to wake you up because something about getting punished is all too enticing for the former winter soldier.

“Mommy-” Steve tries to but you cut him off.

“I didn’t ask you to speak pet,” you say, silencing him and Steve hangs his head in disappointment. He knew he shouldn’t have let Bucky get to him, Steve isn’t used to breaking rules and he’s not sure he’ll be able to handle whatever punishment you’ll dole out.

“Bucky, speak!” You command and Bucky already knows what you want him to say, you’ve trained him to perfection.

“Mommy, Steve was so hard, I had to take care of him,” Bucky says his blue eyes round and begging as he puts on that sweet like sugar voice he knows can get him out of any trouble. However, this time that sweet little voice of his has lost its magic.

“Steve, is that true?” You ask.

Steve instantly shakes his head, “No mommy, I woke up and Buck was playing with himself and then he said we should play with each other and to never tell you.” Bucky should have expected it, Steve ratting him out but he’s rather surprised when Steve exposes him.

“Momm-” Bucky tries but is cut off when you slap his thigh, his cock jumping in excitement.

“I should have known you were the little mastermind behind this, you like getting punished too much. That’s what all of this is about, you want mommy to spank and edge you?” You ask and Bucky’s head hangs low in shame as he nods.

“I’m really sorry, mommy,” Bucky says, his eyes glassy as he looks up at you. You can’t help but scoff at the sight of unshed tears in his eyes, he’s really committing to his little act.

You laugh and that’s when Bucky knows you’re not going to be taking it easy on him and he gets so painfully hard he’s sure he could cum just there as he thinks of all the ways you could punish him. Maybe you’ll tie him up again and make him cum so much he can’t cum anymore.

“Stevie, my little pet come over here,” you command, spreading your legs and of course your little Stevie does as you say and immediately settling on his knees between your legs.

“Such a good boy” you coo, hand coming up to stroke his soft cheek. Steve practically purrs at your gentle touch and hopes you continue to be so happy towards him.

“Now Stevie baby, you’re gonna eat mommy out and Bucky you’re gonna watch and if you make any noise or touch yourself at all then you won’t be allowed any playtime for a long time,” you say smirking at the cute little pout that etches its way onto Bucky’s face.

Steve is practically glowing at your words, he’s so unbelievably happy Bucky’s the only one in trouble and he’s of course happy he gets to please his mommy. The panties you wore to bed slip off with ease and Steve wastes no time, he dives in and the moment you feel the wetness and warmth of his tongue glides across your clit you can’t help the moan that leaves your lips.

Your eyes find Bucky and he’s looking at you with such intensity you’re sure he's bound to pop a vessel with the level of concentration he’s trying to uphold. Steve practically devours you, moaning into your wet pussy at the sweet taste of you on his tongue and whimpering lowly as he hears you tell him, “you’re such a good boy for mommy, you’re making mommy feel so good.”

Bucky can’t help the way tears fall down his soft cheeks as he hears you praise Steve; as much as Bucky liked to be bad and get punished he also loved to hear you call him your good little boy and right now he just wanted to push Steve out of the way and eat you out so good you squirt all over his face.  

Steve's lips wrap around your clit and your legs shake violently around his head, air leaves your lungs and you're breathless at the pleasure that washes over you consuming you. Bucky watches with envy, he wishes he were Steve and all he wants to do is make you scream louder than Steve could ever make you.

“Fuck, it feels so good!” You practically scream and shout, fingers tangling in the short strands of Steve’s blonde hair. You can’t resist bucking your hips up into wet tongue and plump lips and the deep groan Steve lets out as you do makes wetness ooze out of you onto his awaiting tongue.

“You taste so good, mommy,” Steve moans momentarily, tearing himself from the wetness of your pussy. He can’t help but stare in amazement at the wetness that flows out of your cunt making a mess on the mattress below you.

Steve’s fingers dip into your tight, wet hole gathering slick before he pulls them out and breathlessly pulls them into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking them till every last drop of you is on his tongue. “So good mommy,” Steve moans before he’s pulling your legs wide apart, two of his fingers in your pussy and his lips wrapped tightly around your clit.

The way his fingers curl into the spot that makes your legs shake uncontrollably makes Bucky want to scream, all he wants to do is to make you cum. In Bucky’s opinion, Steve doesn’t deserve to make you cum not with the way he snitched on Bucky so quickly.

The moment you cum Bucky can’t help the whine that leaves his lips. You almost don’t hear it too caught up in the bliss of your orgasm but when you do you can’t help but smirk. You’re truly surprised he lasted this long and even more surprised he didn’t cum in his sweatpants like he usually does.

The second the whine leaves his lips, Bucky realises his mistake and for the first time, he’s truly scared of his punishment. Steve, however, can’t help but be excited about Bucky’s punishment, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t rooting for Bucky to slip up.

“Fuck!” Bucky mutters as both yours and Steve’s eyes lay on him.

You can’t help the chuckle that leaves your lips as you look at your pathetic little puppy.

“Please mommy,” Bucky begs but the shake of your head tells him there’s no use in trying, begging and pleading because you’ve already made your mind up.

“I gave you one instruction puppy and you couldn’t even follow that,” you say, shaking your head in faux disappointment.

“And you Stevie, you broke the rules just like Bucky did so the two of you are getting punished together, no playtime, no cumming for two weeks,” the look on Steve’s was just hilarious as if you just let it slide and pretend Bucky wasn’t sucking his cock ten minutes ago.

“But mommy-” Steve starts but a tug of his blonde locks shuts him up.

“If you complain, you try to go behind my back and break my rules then you’ll be punishment will be upped to a month, do you understand me?” You ask.

“Yes mommy,” they both reluctantly say and you can’t help but feel giddy about the torture you're gonna put them through for the next two weeks.

PART 2

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