#I think once he got his feet wet a little his ego would inflate to the proper Steve size about the subject

[askgogglessteve]

Have you ever kissed a guy?

Steve blushes as he adjusts his goggles “No... I mean... I have thought about it, as I have said some of the guys around the campfire. I wouldn’t say no to. But I am not sure any of them would be interested anyways.” He shrugs “ After all we are all so busy with... you know trying not to die. They probably wouldn’t want to get all involved with a guy who has never even been with another guy anyways.” -Goggle Steve

#steve harrington #kissing #dead by daylight #stranger things #askgogglesteve #I think once he got his feet wet a little his ego would inflate to the proper Steve size about the subject

[papergirllife]

Cloud Nine

Dong Sicheng

Mature content

Sub!Sicheng x Dom! Reader

warnings : unprotected sex, dacryphilia, edging, face riding, oral sex, 69, etc.

word count : 2.1k

Newly weds on a honeymoon at Maldives.

The scent of the salty sea greets you when your boyfriend, correction, newly wed husband, Sicheng opens the doors of the balcony of your suite, the sun rays hitting his golden skin perfectly as a light breeze blows in.

“I’m so glad we picked Maldives for our honeymoon, the time zone would be perfect for avoiding my mom’s phone calls,” Sicheng says with a shake of his head and a small smile, recalling how his mom was keen on having a grandchild, brining it up to you ever since the wedding night. Sicheng does want kids, or preferably kid, but the thought of spending his 20s with a child wasn’t his idea of utilizing his youth, and you totally agree with him, cringing at the thought of changing diapers in your 20s, glad that he’s not the type to push you for children.

“Your mom would be so upset when she finds out I’m on the pill, she thought it was the lack of privacy that discouraged us to have some quality time,” you said with a snicker, thinking back of the times when you and Sicheng did it in utmost silence when the two of you were back in his home town for q a visit after the wedding.

“She just doesn’t know how much of a freak are you,” Sicheng said in a voice octaves lower close to your ear, when did he get this close to you? You swear he was two feet away just now. Then you feel a familiar hand lingering up the hem of your sundress, dangerously close to the swell of your butt.

“I know you’re hungry for me, mister, but I’d like to have dinner first, the meal on the plane left me starving, it was barely enough,” you complained, a hand on his chest, stopping him from going any further.

“I told you to fly first class, business is just roomier, not much difference compared to economy,” Sicheng said as he led you out of the suite, a hand securely wrapped around your waist.q

“I just wanted to save some money,” you said in a huff, rubbing your rumbling stomach, regretting that you didn’t take your husband’s advice.

“Well, just don’t hold back afterwards, order whatever you want,” Sicheng said before booping your nose with his finger, leading you to the dining hall after the click of your hotel suite door.

“I think I should be getting my dessert now,” Sicheng said after pulling you into your suite in a haste, hands cupped around your cheeks, his face was mere centimetres away from yours, you could see his pupils blown wide at the thought of the things he'd like to do to you.

“Can I have a present first?” you said while batting your eyes at him, your voice sickly sweet, tempting him to submit.

“What does my dearest wife want?” Sicheng said while sitting onto the edge of the comfy bed, opening his legs to let you climb onto his lap.

“I want to be on top,” you said with an evil twinkle in your eyes before reaching a hand out to push him flat onto the bed.

“Just one round,” Sicheng bargained, he really wanted to hear you screaming his name, but that can wait, after all, you did give him your hand in marriage, it's only fair that there's give and take in a relationship.

You jumped in glee hearing his permission, immediately letting your hands wander to his chest, only to unbutton the white top he's wearing, nails playfully scratching at his chest lightly until the last button goes off, revealing his honey skin and perky nipples, hard from your teasing and the exposure of the chilly night breeze from the crack of the balcony door.

You let your hips circle on top of his crotch as you leant down to connect your lips to his, a hand lightly pinching his right nipple before rolling it gently in between your fingers, doing the same to the one on the left.

“Fuck,” Sicheng swears in between your attack on his lips, giving you the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss. You decided to pour oil into the fire by grinding your hips onto his crotch harder, feeling the sudden wake of his hardness, eliciting a moan in your throat when you think of how well he’s going to fill you up.

You got up from his lap to pull off your dress, revealing you in a matching set of red lingerie, your ego inflating when you see the awe in Sicheng’s eyes.

“Strip, baby,” you ordered Sicheng.

Obedient to your words, he immediately got up to pull off his pants along with his underwear, his cock slapping against his abs once it was free from its confinements, hissing at the feeling of the cold air.

“Good boy,” you said as you sat yourself back into his lap, the lace of your panties digging into the sensitive skin of his cock, a perfect combination of pain and pleasure, but he coos at the feeling of your warm wetness, relieving a tiny bit of his desperation.

“What do you want baby? Do you want my mouth? Or my pussy? I'll let you choose,” you offered, but as your husband, Sicheng knows there will always be a catch, “but with a price of course, prove to me you’re my good boy and I'll give you what you desire,” you bargained.

“Anything for me to be inside you, please,” Sicheng added the last part, knowing you love hearing him beg.

“I want to ride your pretty face, boy, and don’t disappoint,” you said before getting off of him and taking off your panties, manoeuvring yourself on top of his face.

You were going to glance down to check if Sicheng was okay, but when he saw your perfectly slicked pussy, he was hungry for a taste, lowering your hips hastily onto his mouth, getting a surprised moan out of you at the feeling of his wet tongue invading your warm cavern.

“Yes, just like that baby, you're doing so well,” you said as you grind onto his mouth lightly, tossing your head back when you felt him adding two of his fingers into the mix, expertly locating your sweet spot after a few tries.

“Baby, yes, right there, don't stop,” you said breathlessly, which encouraged him to thrust his fingers harder and setting the pace faster, chasing your release of sweet juices.

Since he was making you feel so good, you decided to reward him. You leant down to take his cock into your mouth, letting the head of his dick hit the back of your throat as your hand slid down to fondle one of his balls, which made him moan into your pussy, fuck, you aren't going to last long if he keeps it up.

You realese his cock from your mouth after nearly a minute, a hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing quick circles over the sensitive nub, assisting Sicheng in pushing you over the edge.

When his tongue replaced your fingers, he sucked on your clit expertly, successfully giving you an earth shattering orgasm, his name tumbling from your lips like a mantra, your toes curling and a whine escaping your lips at the oversensitivity, your juices gushing out in a steady flow into Sicheng’s awaiting mouth.

You slid off Sicheng’s face once you rode out your orgasm, gulping down breathes of air to ready yourself for what you have planned next.

After regaining a bit of your strength, you positioned yourself above Sicheng, a hand combing through his messed up locks with a sinister smile on your face, knowing well that you’re going to strip him boneless tonight.

Your hand travelled southwards to his cock, gripping it rather harshly in your fist at the tip of his head, making Sicheng’s head fall back onto the pillow from the overstimulation, a breathy gasp of your name leaving his swollen lips.

“I'm not finished with you yet, baby,” you reminded him tauntingly, before you lifted yourself up to down onto his cock, filling yourself up deliciously, thankful for the slight stretch he had given you beforehand.

“Fuck!” Sicheng cursed when he finally felt your warm walls engulfing his length, you felt so tight around him, and the little clenches that you're giving him was making him lightheaded, pleasure clouding his head.

You smirked at his reaction, pleased to see that it won't take too much to wreck him tonight.

You set a slow pace, letting yourself feel every ridge and vein that decorates his cock, after a few pumps, you decided to up your game, quickening your pace, bouncing on his cock as quick as your legs allowed, the whole room was filled with the sound of your butt clapping down onto his thighs, saying a silent apology to the room next to your bed’s. You could feel the tip hitting against your sweet spot, if it weren't for the fact that you constantly reminded yourself that you rarely get to top, you would've came already, but you want to seize this opportunity to see how far can Sicheng submit to you.

You let your hands wander to his erected nipples, pinching them which got a cry out of him, distracting him from enjoying the view of your tits bouncing right in his eyesight perfectly, he reached up to release your bra, letting your boobs fall out and bounce wildly. Just as he wanted to reach out to hold onto one of your boobs, you slapped his hand away.

“You'll get to touch when you prove to me you’re my good boy,” you said before leaving him hanging completely, letting his dick slide out of you in a rather comical pop after feeling a slight twitch inside you, a sign that he was about to cum soon.

Sicheng whined at the sudden loss of pleasure, “Please, I've been nothing but your good boy, please let me cum,” Sicheng begged.

“Be patient, baby, all good things come to those who wait,” you said while caressing his face gently.

You crawled to Sicheng's spread legs, a hand wrapping around his cock, setting an average pace, occasionally stopping to swipe at his bulging red tip that's craving for release. You bent your neck down to take one of his balls into your mouth, licking and sucking gently, the warmth of your mouth made Sicheng's legs twitch, a constricted moan of your name followed by.

You hummed around his ball in approval before switching to the other one, the most sensitive parts of his body, he didn't want to disobey you, but he could feel his release creeping up on him.

Just when he decided to fuck everything and receive whatever punishment you were going to give him, you suddenly clasped your thumb and your index finger around the head of his cock, restricting him from his sweet release.

“Fuck! Please, please let me cum, I'll do anything for you afterwards, please,” Sicheng begged, you looked up to observe his face, glee when you saw tears streaming down his face, his hands fisting the sheets.

“Aw, baby, was that too much? I just want to give you the best orgasm ever. What's your colour?” you asked, making sure he's alright.

“Green,” Sicheng replied immediately, his voice hoarse.

“Can I continue? You can cum inside me,” you said while brushing his bangs away from his eyes, you want to engrain the look he has on now, so fragile, so docile, just for you.

“Yes, please, just want to cum, inside you,” Sicheng said, no longer able to form a complete sentence as you have reduced him to your personal sex doll.

“Okay,” you said before reaching for his cock to slide into your entrance, once more filling you up deliciously.

You rocked your hips against his, positioning his head to your sweet spot before bouncing on his dick relentlessly, sliding a hand down your clit to stimulate yourself, chasing your highs together, knowing that Sicheng wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

With a rough thrust of his hips, a deep piston that hit your g spot, you and Sicheng were pushed over the edge, a mix of a whine and a groan sounded in Sicheng's throat while you screamed his name, cumming onto his cock, the action made your walls clench around Sicheng, milking him for all he has, large spurts of warm cum painting your walls white.

When your orgasm subsided, you crashed onto Sicheng's chest, feeling the fatigue settling into your limbs. When you were about to manoeuvre yourself off of him, Sicheng held you closer.

“Don't move, let's stay like this,” he said in a raspy voice.

“Okay, goodnight Sicheng.”

“Goodnight, love.”

Needless to say, you are very much looking forward to the next few days of your honeymoon.

#nct smut #nct fluff #winwin smut #sicheng smut #winwin fluff #sicheng fluff #wayv smut #wayv #wayv scenarios #nct 127 #nct #nct dream

[missskzbiased]

The Hare and The Tortoise

Genre: Suggestive, Mature/Smut, Oneshot, A little bit of Fluff, NO PLOT

Pairing: Changbin x Reader x Han

Word Count: ~4,7K

Female lead

There is now a (Pt.2)

TW: Toy, Pet name (Love/Princess), Dom!Idol (?), Sub!Reader (?), Overstimulation, Slight Exhibitionism (?), Slight Dirty talking, Humiliation (?)

[I think it’s too “soft” so I’m not sure if I can actually make these warnings but anyway, better safe than sorry]

Notes: Well, it’s my second smut. I’m training it and I hope it turned out okay. Any feedback is more than welcomed!

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  The winter had already arrived but you would be coming at any moment now.

   It should be an evening like any other, the three of you sitting down peacefully watching a random movie just so you could keep seeing each other, seriously taking on the mission of maintaining your companionship even after your college days.

 You met Jisung and Changbin through your dear friend and partner in crime Chan, who was sure as hell you would like one of them and finally say goodbye to your holy days and claim one of them as your fuck buddy. He wasn’t wrong though, you liked both of them, and would love to be their fuck buddies but they didn’t seem to think like you, so you just let it go.

   Until recently.

   Jisung and Changbin were runners, and once in a while, you got the chance to support them in their races, just like last week. You could remember clearly how Changbin smiled seeing you all packed up on several layers of fabric, a huge coat thrown around your body, making you look ridiculous but warm enough for the winter. Although you were ridiculously unattractive in your mind, Changbin didn’t share your opinion and as he waited for Jisung to get out of the locker room, he pinned you against the wall, his eyes starving for you, and he kissed you hungrily.

   You didn’t know what made him change his mind so suddenly but you didn’t mind either.

   The past week could only be described as unholy… To say the least, you got quite familiar with his body, especially with his lower part which was pretty hard under your grip, if anyone cared at all. As the sly snake he was, he offered to take a bath first, since both of them always came after practice to your movie’s night, letting you and Jisung chatting in your living room, peacefully oblivious to his intentions. You weren’t sure if he told Jisung about whatever you had right now, so you didn’t mention either but the youngest seemed more awkward then usual, making you pretty sure he probably knew something was up.

    You were wrong, though it’s a tale for later.

    As soon as Changbin came out from his bath, he complained about the weather, whining about how the cold was freezing him up and shattering his bones, so when Jisung made his way to the bathroom, you picked up the blankets, two of them, since you wouldn’t be able to fit three people under one, and made your way to the couch. Changbin waited suspiciously, sat down, a pillow on his lap, and eyed you expectantly, his eyes following you until you sat next to him, handing him a blanket and resting the other one on the couch, for Jisung.

  “Are you cold?” His tone was sickeningly sweet, raising your suspicious, as he covered himself, raising the hem of the blanket a little bit, asking silently for you to join him. You shrugged off your hesitation, picking up  the blanket and snuggling with him before you threw the piece over your body, the warmth embracing you “Much better, isn’t it?” He asked, smirking.

  You frowned, wondering what was his deal until you felt his hand sliding on your thigh, squeezing it too close to your heat, a silent possessiveness emanating from the tap of his fingers, that seemed to invest in bury on your flesh, unwavering. You looked at him shocked, your eyes shooting to the hall, checking if Jisung would be coming anytime soon, making him scoff.

  “What? Do you prefer him?” His tone was bitter, and you couldn’t understand why. Was he crazy? It was obvious you were afraid to get caught! It would be incredibly awkward if Jisung just came into the room as Changbin’s fingers buried into you, sliding in and out… Curling on all your sweet spots just like they were doing all last week, always fast and deliciously edging you until you came hard… You gulped down, your mind hazed by your fantasies “Did I hit a spot?” He mocked, getting you out of your thoughts.

  “I don’t want him to run into us while we fuck!” You hissed, his fingers caressed your thighs, making their way to the hem of your sweatpants, softly caressing your skin until they reached your clothed core, a featherlight touch teasing you, your hips responding to it by bucking themselves forward, trying to get more friction.

 “Oh? You don’t seem too worried right now” His voice held a delighted mockery, his ego inflated by your hungry eyes burying into his, pleading “You’re lucky, though… I won’t fuck you, so you don’t need to worry about that” He reassured you, your stomach dropped, disappointed as his hand left your pants, the wetness you felt between your legs as a reminder of what you wouldn’t get tonight.

  You never thanked God that much for being wrong.

  His fingers hooked the hem of your sweatpants again but this time they pulled it down slightly, a silent request to get rid of it, one you complied eagerly by raising your hips and helping him lowering your pants until it reached your feet, getting rid of it quickly, stuffing it between the both of you. You looked at him expectantly, your eyes darting again to the hall, praying for Jisung being slow as usual at the bathroom, coming back to his eyes to witness the most lustful look he ever gave you.

  “I would recommend you to keep your voice down, though, since you’re so worried about Jisung right now” He never spoke to you like this, teasing remarks that were meant to embarrass you but just aroused you even more, the hint of possessiveness turning you on. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by your arousal, though, feeling your throat dry as his fingers brushed over your underwear, getting it to the side and exposing your core under the blanket. You gulped down.

  Unexpectedly, what came into contact with your flesh wasn’t his rough skin but a silicone texture shaped too different from his fingers. When you felt the tiny object sliding into you, glancing at his smirk evidently pleased with his plans, you shut your eyes and bit your lips to swallow down a yelp, praying you could hold your voice. You felt his body leaning closer to you, his lips hovering over your ear, his breath fanning over there as he held a comment back. Even though you weren’t looking, you could bet he looked smug as fuck, eye-fucking you, and just the thought of it made you squirm.

  “Hm… Good girl, you’re taking it well so far” He praised, your hand found his legs, gripping it for support, afraid of what would come next, your head fell back to the headrest as you expected him to turn on the device “But we didn’t even start yet…” He mocked, he spoke as if he knew you would disappoint him, scream his name right under the same roof his best friend was, expose the both of you, and you couldn’t blame him.

  You weren’t so sure you could hold back either.

  He turned the lowest setting on, the sudden buzz made your body jolt and your eyes shoot open, glancing over his way, checking his features. He looked bored, even though you were sure he wasn’t. His bulge, too noticeable to your hand that rested on his thigh, said the exact opposite of his face, making you realize it would be a nice courtesy to touch him back, your hands sliding to his crotch slowly.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked harshly, his eyes threatening you silently “Did I say you could touch me, Y/N? Did I ask you to touch me?” His tone was mean and established his dominance, you shrank on the couch, apologizing immediately “Hm… You’re already misbehaving…” He tsked, his eyes focusing on the TV, turning it on with his free hand and surfing through the channels.

  “I’m sorry… I thought… I thought I could make you feel good too” He glanced over you, scoffing.

  “Do you think I’m a whore like you?” He sneered, his eyes going back to the screen, paying no attention to your pleading eyes “No, I get it… You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?” This time his tone was loving, a small smile on his face, his hand stroke your hair gently before he sent you a reassuring look. You couldn’t ever get tired from his duality, how he could talk to you like you were nothing but a sex toy, and right after just treat you like you were the most precious treasure in the world? It shouldn’t make you so turned on but it did, and he knew it, his smirk gave him off.

  “You can… You can put it higher if you want” You eyed him unsure, afraid he took your request in a negative way, wishing he wouldn’t punish you right now. You would never be able to hold your voice down if he punished you right now. He didn’t seem to mind though, finally choosing a channel, a dramatic movie that all of you had watched before displayed.

  “I don’t think you understand, Love…” He feigned sympathy, looking at you with mock pity in his eyes “You’ll only cum when Jisung is sitting right there next to you” You widened your eyes, just the thought of it got your head spinning. How could you come beside Jisung like this? Your body didn’t seem to agree with your mind as your clenched around the toy while you pictured an oblivious Jisung beside you, watching the movie as you came on the couch.  

  “Please, don’t do it to me” Even to your ears your pleading seemed weak. It was more than obvious you were urging to keep this, and you made it clearer by sitting cross-legged, adjusting yourself so you could feel the vibrations better, deeper. Changbin scoffed, amused by your behavior, his hand dragged your right thigh, pulling it to his lap, keeping your legs spread apart. You let out a meek moan as he squeezed your flesh, his grip strong behind your knee, making sure you wouldn’t resume to your previous position, holding you still as you felt the tiny quivering inside you, your rolled your hips in response.

  “You’re such a slut… I didn’t even do anything and you’re already like this” He cocked his brows, humming in appreciation as he felt your muscles twitch after his remark, his smirk widening as he heard the bathroom door creaking, slow steps coming to the living room “It’s showtime” He snorted as you tried to straight yourself on the couch, a neutral expression masking your flushed face.

  “Oh, we’re watching it again?” Jisung asked, completely oblivious to what was happening under the blanket, he threw himself at the couch at the same time Changbin choose to finally higher the setting. You clasped your pants, the sudden shift on the couch as Jisung sank on his seat combined with Changbin’s grasp on your leg, and the increasing vibrations sent you to the edge. It wasn’t about the toy itself, it was about Han Jisung sitting right next to you as Changbin held you in your place, a silent promise of an incredible orgasm hitting your brain.

  “It’s cool, isn’t it?” Changbin shrugged, handing him the controller “You can change it if you want, you lost half of the fun by being too slow” You rolled your eyes at his statement, the hidden meaning shared only by you two, but Changbin noticed your gesture and smile smugly, stretching your leg, your thigh on his lap and your foot on the couch, beside his hip, slightly out of the blanket.

 You panicked.

 What if Jisung saw the tip of your foot there?  

  The thought itself was enough for a small whine slip from your lips, you widened your eyes, shooting a look to Jisung, checking if he noticed anything, but he seemed contemplative, wondering if he should change the movie or not. He gave up in the end, covering himself and resting the controller between you two, focusing on the screen. You sighed in relief, averting your eyes to the movie, although you couldn’t really register anything, your mind too focused on the buzzing inside you, worried it was audible.

  Changbin’s free hand traveled through your stretched thigh, caressing the soft flesh slowly, rubbing small circles through his path until the tip of his fingers found the drenched fabric of your underwear, hovering over it without really touching but close enough so you could feel his presence, his warmth. You gulped down. Your eyes darted to him and came back to the screen, your body stiffened, expecting his next actions.

 His fingers slipped under the fabrics silently, his eyes didn’t hold a hint of what he was doing right now, focused on the movie like it was the most interesting thing in his world, and you found it endearing. How could he be so calm about this? You knew you were using all you had in yourself to not roll your hips like a bitch in heat, begging him to do you right now. Somehow, the thought of his composed self in contrast with your needy one aroused you even more, a weak taste of humiliation spreading in you, and although you felt it was wrong, this feeling made your mind numb, the urge to come just by that damn toy, so you could hear his mean remarks later, his smirk… The way he would look at you all smug, claiming you as his slut…

  Your hand shot to his wrist, holding it so you could stop his motions, wishing to come untouched like the needy slut he claimed you to be. As soon as you reached his skin, you knew you had crossed the line. He clenched his jaw, eyes darkening, slowly coming to meet yours. You couldn’t see his loving features anymore, only a harsh expression that warned you, screamed you would have no mercy from now on.

 Holy shit, what have you done?

 You let go of his wrist immediately but it was already too late. He pressed his fingers against your folds, pushing the toy a little bit deeper before teasing your outer labia slowly, his eyes fixed on you for a moment, watching as you squirmed under his touch, satisfied as he saw tears prickling your eyes, your breath held on your chest in expectation. He didn’t lose much time on this, quickly smearing your juices up and down before resting his finger right on top of your clit.

  You couldn’t hold a whine, your hand shot to your mouth, your body shivering under his touch.

  “Hey, you’re being too loud” Changbin’s voice sounded clearly audible, his eyes mocked you, and you averted yours to Jisung, who was looking at you in confusion “Doesn’t her whine disturb you, Han?” Jisung looked at Changbin, shrugging.

  “Not really… It’s a sad movie” He admitted, his thumb coming to wipe the corner of your eyes gently. You choked, startled by the touch, screaming inside your head as the realization of two different touches on you sank into your brain. One of them tried to soothe you and the other tried to punish you. You pushed your hand harder against your mouth, trying to muffle your cries, the constant vibrations started to get their way to your mind, impossible to ignore at this point.

  “Hm… I think we should set it higher” Changbin stated cruelly, he squeezed your knee and rubbed a single circle on your clit, the small stimulation at your already sensitive nerves were enough to send you on edge. You couldn’t handle it right now, how would you handle it if he set it faster? Your mind went blank, you could feel your orgasm building up, a stiff knot emerging at your lower half.

 “Set what higher?” Jisung asked confused, frowning at Changbin. You didn’t let him answer, taking your hand off of your mouth to look at the younger guy, trying to sound the most composed you could at the moment.

 “T-The volume… Raise it a little bit so I can cry in peace” You managed to ask, your voice sounded weak and wavery but Han didn’t seem to mind it, assuming it was about the movie, just you’re being emotional as always “So Changbin can stop being a whiny bitch” As soon as you said it, you regretted it. What the fuck was that?! You couldn’t think straight, your mind too hazy and messy to organize your thoughts, mumbling anything that came to your brain without a filter. You heard Changbin scoff before he increased the setting, his finger flickering your clit quickly, without any mercy.

   That was it, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

   You felt the vibrations through all your body, his ministrations formed a string from your womb to your brain, several knots forming all the way up, the heat spreading all over your body, burning your chest, your neck, and your face and melting your brain. You felt the tears coming to your eyes, your heart racing, echoing into your head, vivid to your ears, your hand shot up to Jisung’s thigh, too close to his crotch, startling him. You could see through your blurry vision his mouth opening and closing, confused at your antics but aroused, you could feel it right next to your hand.

   That was the last understandable thought that crossed your mind.

    A particular flick of Changbin’s finger sent you on your high, all your knots unraveling in a chain, starting from your brain, letting all your mind blank, melting all your self-control away as you dug your nails on your friend’s thigh, his groan interrupted by your scream. You moaned loudly, startling the two boys, your mouth agape as you came undone, your lower knot being the last thing that held you back. Your body jolted, the blanket falling to your thighs, giving Jisung a glimpse of what made you like this, your walls clenching around the toy endlessly, your other hand shooting to his shoulder, trying to support your body in vain.

  “Holy shit” Was all you could hear from the boy who made you like this. Changbin stared at you in awe, he took his hand away from you, completely in shock as your body shook violently, slowly falling to Han’s lap. He was so surprised he didn’t even turn off the device, watching you trembling uncontrollably, your hand grasping the armrest as the overstimulation hit you. You couldn’t help but whimper, loud cries and meaninglessly words falling from your lips on loop, as you laid face down, your body contorted on the couch, sprawled on top of both of your friends.

   It felt like thousands of needles stinging you, the pleasure starting to fade away, the pain waving through your body, making you cry on Jisung’s lap. The hypersensitivity didn’t help your trembling, your muscles tensed up, burning like hell as shivers run through all your body unstoppably, your brain couldn’t form any sentences, a million thoughts seemed to float around the place, nothing to help you out, nothing to scream to him, just a bunch of incoherent things inside your head.

 “M-Master” You managed to mewl, your voice came out as a string, slithering on the air, the only thing sounding in the room besides their heavy breaths and the buzzing sound. You could feel Jisung’s hand rubbing circles on your back, trying to calm you down, but the added sensation got you riled up, so you buried your teeth on his inner thigh, trying to suppress your voice, and his grunt seemed to bring Changbin back to earth, the toy immediately stopping to stimulate you.

  You never felt so relieved.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” Changbin blurted, pulling the toy out of you and trying to hold your body but Jisung swatted his hands away, pulling you up to his lap, cuddling you in your post-orgasm state, covering you with his blanket, the warmth very welcoming. You didn’t even spare a glance at Changbin, your head buried into the crook of Jisung’s neck.

  “What the fuck man?” Han spoke up, his voice sounded mad, disturbing your clouded mind. You tried to order your thoughts, understand what was happening but you didn’t find the strength to break away from him just yet “How could you do that to her?!” He hugged you tightly, and you wondered what he meant by it “How could you do that to me?!” He complained, his voice sounded hurt and betrayed.

  “You’re a fucking turtle, Han!” Changbin whined “I can’t wait for you to raise your balls! I like her! You know that!” He sounded upset, and you felt concern wash over you, dissolving the drowsiness a little bit, getting you to raise your head and look at him “Did you expect me to wait forever?! I gave you chance after chance! I waited through college for you to have the guts to confess to her! What did you expect?!” His voice raised by the minute, completely mad at his friend, and you could feel Jisung squirming under you, hurt by his words.

  “I expected you to treat her well at least” He spat, enraged, and it was enough to shut Changbin up, his face contorting in regret and shame “I expected you not to do this behind my back! To not hurt her! Look at her state! She can’t even sit straight!” His voice raised, completely awakening you.

  “I… I didn’t mean to… I-“ Changbin muttered, completely lost, his eyes watered as he looked at you “I’m so sorry, Love… I really am” You looked into his eyes, worried. You never saw Changbin so broken before, eyes holding so much regret that it tightened your heart to see him like this. You adjusted yourself on Han’s lap, trying to get out of him, crawling in Changbin’s way, his eyes focused on you as you approached him.

  “I’m not hurt, Binnie” You promised, caressing his cheek “I’m fine, you did great” You reassured him, kissing his cheek before resting your forehead against his, closing your eyes “I never felt so good in my life, it was incredible…” He nuzzled you, placing a soft kiss on your lips before kissing your temple and leaning back to look at you.

  “I can’t believe it” Han scoffed, averting his eyes “He just…” You looked at him as he sighed, devasted “I guess I was too slow… What can I do? All I can do is let you fuck like rabbits” He laughed at himself, self-pitying while getting up from the couch. You turned your head back to Changbin, conflicted.

  “I don’t know… I think she would like to take things slower now” Changbin mocked him, looking at you in a silent question, getting a nod from you “Maybe you could get some help with this?” He pointed to the obvious bulge on his friend’s pants, making the younger one blush. Jisung looked at you, unsure, but you promptly got out of the couch, standing wobbly in front of him.

  “You don’t need to do it” He muttered, lowering his head. You touched his round cheeks, cupping it and guiding his head up so he could stare into your eyes, your hands sliding to his nape, fisting his hair and pulling his head back, enticing a moan from him. You smirked as your lips hovered over his neck, a shiver running down his body as he expected what you would do next, his breath hitched. You trailed his neck with open mouth kisses, sucking lightly at his skin until he groaned as you found a sweet spot there, giving him your full attention.

 “I want you inside me” You whispered in his ear, and it just clicked something inside him. You couldn’t sense his shyness when his hand grabbed your wrist, squeezing it slightly so you would release his locks, his other hand shot to your underwear, ripping it off, the sudden motion made you jolt, an expectant look on your eyes as you focused on him again, blushing. His hands wandered under your sweater, groping your breast and caressing your nipple gently, a moan slipping from your lips as soon as he did it.

  “You shall have what you want, princess” He assured before taking his hands off from your body, quickly getting rid of his own pants and underwear, freeing his hard cock from its cage for your display. You gulped down, thirsty at the sight. He was definitely longer than Changbin and it made you eager, wetting your lips as you imagined how he would fit in you before your eyes darted back to his when he scoffed, watching you “Well… I see Changbin can only please you with a toy, right? You can be too fast, right Binnie? Sometimes it’s not about coming first” He mocked, looking directly at his older friend, sneering.

  “Watch your words, Han” He advised “Remember she’s not yours, she’s my slut” You whimpered at his tone, the threat didn’t seem to work on Han though, as he scoffed, his hands groping your ass and pulling you up on the armrest, setting you comfortably before looking at Changbin with a smugness you never saw on the youngest.

  “I wouldn’t count on that” He shrugged off, stroking his dick a few times, smearing his precum all over it before positioning himself on your entrance, teasing you with his tip while looking directly at Changbin as he did so “You see, Binnie? Relationships aren’t about sparks… It doesn’t matters who arrive first… What does matter though…” He pushed himself all the way in, stretching you deliciously, enticing a moan from you “Is who hit the deepest parts…” He thrusts once, hitting deep inside you, and pulling out slowly.

  The motion seemed too slow for your own good, almost as torture as you felt every inch of him stretching you the way back, the whimper that got through your body didn’t go unnoticed by either of them. He didn’t pull out completely, teasing you, so you wrapped your legs around his waist and tried to bring him closer, to sink him into you. He smiled satisfied at your reaction but instead of complying with your wishes, his next thrust was even slower, and you could feel him filing you up inch by inch until he reached the end, your body shivering again.

  “Who has the deepest connections” He continued after a moment, recomposing himself “It’s about slowly building your trust…” He punctuated his final sentence with another thrust, pulling in and out in a torturous rhythm that got you frustrated. You whined but he just stood there, all his length inside you, twitching but not moving, your eyes connected to his, pleading silently but he tilted his head in mock confusion “What is it, princess? What do you want?”

  “Please, fuck me” You begged, tired from his teasing, tightening your grip on his waist and throwing your head back, ashamed. You had just cum a few moments ago, a quite overwhelming orgasm, and here you were begging for another one to your friend. You couldn’t help but get aroused by the thought of Changbin watching you fucking someone else, especially since this someone else was Han, you risked a glance in his way, his eyes darkening as he saw your flustered self, whimpering under Jisung.

  You could almost hear him calling you a needy whore.

  “See? The tortoise was slow but it won in the end” He reminded, smirking. He gripped your jaw, forcing you to face Changbin, his hold firm on your chin, and you licked your lips, your eyes focusing on his crotch before finding his distressed eyes “Watch him, princess, as I fuck you into oblivion” He instructed, you squirmed under his grip, the thought of Changbin watching you getting fucked by his best friend clouding your mind again “And make sure to cum screaming my name… Let’s remind him who can make you feel really good, okay?”

  This time, when he thrust into you, pounding mercilessly until he found your sweet spot, he wasn’t slow by one bit.

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Saving the world (Double booking pt 2)

I was asked to write a second part, and as inspiration struck, well… here it is.

They've shared a room. Now what?

If you like it, let me know :D

Word count: 5655

Part 1

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The light is seeping under the curtains, dragging you back to the conscious world, but you're not ready to get up just yet. So you squeeze your eyes shut and stretch your back. It's stiff as a board, and your cheek has seemingly set in a permanently squished position. The room feels stuffy and warm, and there's a soft noise you don't recognise at first. But when you finally open your eyes, you can't help but smile.

Everything's a bit blurry without your glasses, but there's no mistaking the man sleeping in the bed next to yours. His arm, which you suddenly notice isn't gloved, but a prosthetic, is hanging over the edge of the bed, and if you strain your imagination, it's almost stretched towards you.

It looks like he hasn't moved at all during the night. Neither have you when you come to think of it. When you stretch again, your neck cracks as if you were eighty, and it's a struggle to lift one leg over the other, though that might just be that you're still half asleep.

As you fumble for your glasses, Bucky opens his eyes and gives you a sleepy smile. "Good morning."

Your heart skips a beat, and it's as if you've forgotten all suitable responses to such an innocent greeting. "Yeah." That's what comes out of your mouth, and you groan.

"You sleep good?" He yawns and props up on his elbow.

"Mhm. Like a baby."

"Me too."

You grin and roll over on your back just as the loudest growl erupts from your stomach. Heat creeps up your neck and ears, and you mutter a soft "Sorry."

Bucky laughs. "Don't apologise for being hungry. What do you say we go get some breakfast?"

"I could eat."

After a quick shower and a couple of frustrating minutes picking an outfit, you really don't want to look like a slob in front of Bucky, you're both seated in the restaurant, devouring the bacon and eggs like your lives depend on it.

The conversation is light. You're slowly getting to know each other. "I'm freelancing for the government," Bucky says and gulps down his orange juice. "It's all really boring, though."

You nod and stuff your mouth with bacon. "I'm sure it isn't. But paperwork, am I right?" you add with a chuckle.

Nodding, he wipes his mouth and takes another bite. "Mhm. How about you?"

"Oh, it's not very interesting. I freelance too, I guess. Right now I've been hired to design a calendar with paintings from the city. It's not well paid, but it's fun."

"So you're an artist? May I see some of your work?"

Suddenly you feel a bit self-conscious. That's weird. You haven't had doubts about your art in forever. "I've got some photos in my phone." You hesitate for a second, then fish it out and unlock it. Scrolling down, you find the series of paintings you did last spring. Green and lush, you get a pang of longing for the fresh air and colourful flowers. The contrast is vast from the grey city.

"Wow, these are good!" Bucky exclaims and starts gushing over your lines and colour and the composition, and you feel your ego inflating with every word. All you can do is sit there with a stupid grin on your face, and a pulsing heat in your cheeks, while he builds you up like he's a professional.

You've totally forgotten the time when the staff tells you that the restaurant, unfortunately, is closed now, but that you're welcome back for dinner later. With many an apology, the two of you get up and head to the lobby, where you stay, talking for almost an hour before you remember why you are here in the first place.

"Sorry," you say, and mean it. "I need to get some work done before the light goes. I was thinking of heading down to the harbour today. See if the water can inspire me."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess." Bucky looks down on his feet and gives you a small smile. Then he looks up again, his eyes shining, competing with the glorious smile that grows on his lips. "Do you mind if I come with you? I mean… you don't have to say yes, I just…"

"No, of course." You're relieved that he asked, letting you out of asking him yourself. "Some company would be lovely. Just gotta get my stuff. Meet you back here in ten minutes?"

He nods and sighs almost imperceptibly once you've turned away, watching as you almost skip towards the elevator. A tiny voice in the back of his head warns him that he has tripped and is going to fall hard if he doesn't get a grip soon, but he ignores it. The feeling is too pleasant to care just now.

The next few days you establish a routine of sorts. Bucky knocks on your door, asks to sleep next to you, you say yes, and you wake up, turned towards each other. After breakfast, you head out into the city, sometimes he's leading the way, sometimes you have a plan, and you spend the day drawing and talking and without realising it, falling hard for him. Every evening you have dinner in one of the restaurants near the hotel, and every evening you forget what is happening around you, and all you can focus on is Bucky.

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The sun is shining. A bird is singing in the tree behind you. You can barely hear the traffic from the road outside the park. Bucky is lounging on the grass, chewing on a straw, and you've been drawing him in secret for the past two hours, your original subject completely forgotten and rejected. When he looks up at you, his face is filled with happiness. "This is nice," he says, careful to mask his full joy.

"Yes, it is," you reply, quickly hiding the drawing under a sketch of the bridge and skyline.

He sits up and looks like he wants to say something, but he closes his mouth instead. After a small pause, he gets up and holds out his hand. "Let's go grab something to eat."

"Okay," you whisper, breathless from the feel of his hand in yours. "Lead the way."

He takes you to a small café at the edge of the park, explaining that it's famous for its fries, and they've got the bestdipping sauce, you just have to try it.

You're in the middle of the meal, laughing at a joke, when a shadow interrupts. Looking up, you hear Bucky mutter a curse under his breath, and you feel a pinprick of fear in your neck. He's glaring at the stranger, and the stranger surprisingly returns the look.

"Um…" You look between Bucky, sat at the table with a curly fry sticking out from the corner of his mouth, staring daggers, to the man who just interrupted your lunch. The truth smacks you in the head with force. Holy shit! That's Captain America. Captain freaking America! And it slowly dawns on you who Bucky really is.

The glass you just picked up slides back to the table, sprite sloshing over the sides as it hits, but you don't realise your hand is cold and wet. All you can focus on is that your roommate for the last week is… Bucky Barnes, AKA The Winter Soldier. Yeah. You try very hard to swallow the food in your mouth, but it's so dry, and forcing it makes your throat ache.

Said soldier quickly chews the curly fry and swallows thickly. "What do you want, Sam?"

Sam hands him a pad, and upon reading the contents, Bucky's frown deepens.

"It's very nice to meet you," Sam says, his shining smile lighting up the whole room. "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Y/N," you reply, still unaware that the hand you're using to shake Captain America's hand with is wet and slightly sticky. Actually, you're kinda unaware of your surroundings altogether.

Sam laughs, making Bucky look up from the message, scowls at Sam, then returns to his reading. "So you're the one who's keeping Bucky busy, huh?" He winks, and you feel that heat creeping up the back of your neck. "From the look on your face, I'd say you didn't know who you're having lunch with, right?"

You nod, squeaking a confirmation.

Sam laughs. "I thought after the whole Flag Smashers case, everybody knew who Bucky was."

Your ears burn, and you breathe a little faster now. Of course, you've been to the exhibit at the Smithsonian, and of course you know about Steve Rogers' best friend, it just never connected in your brain that this super sweet man is a WWII hero and assassin.

Your eyes flick from his prosthetic arm and up to his face. "Uh… I'm just not super into the whole celebrity thing?" you offer, blurting out the first thing that pops into your head.

Snickering, Sam turns to Bucky. "And you didn't tell her?" There's a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Bucky picks on a stain on the table before setting up a defiant face. "It didn't come up." And he wants to add And by the way, how do you go about saying Oh, and FYI I'm a former assassin and murderer, to a woman you really want to get to know better?

He looks so uncomfortable, you get a strong urge to hug him, but now you're uncertain of all this. What if the two of you are against the rules? Wait, what are you, really? Friends? Accidental roommates? You like Bucky. You really like Bucky, and you had kinda hoped it would grow into something… more, but now… Swallowing the lump in the back of your throat – that was an unexpected reaction – you smile flatly. "Are, are you allowed to, to… I mean, can you be friends with…" You swallow again. "Civilians?"

Sam's eyes widen for a split second, and somehow you feel as though he can see right through you. Then he laughs, and all the tension around the table dissipates. "Of course. We're human, Bucky's human, as difficult as that is to believe. Of course we're allowed to have friends, relationships, family. Wouldn't be much of a life without it, would it? But expect them to do a background check on you, hell, they probably already know what you ate for dinner on your twelfth birthday."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I'm afraid I have to whisk your boyfriend away for a while. There's a situation."

"We're… we're not…" You have to admit that thought feels good, but really, any hope you had has been well and truly smashed.

Bucky gets up and smacks the pad at Sam. "I'll see you later?"

"I'll be here," you reply with fake confidence. "Please be safe. Both of you," you add with a small smile.

"You too," Bucky says softly. "Be careful if you go out after dark. It's not as safe as you think here."

That makes you snort. "It's me. I don't even like people, what am I supposed to do outside after dark, huh? Don't worry. I'll probably stay in my room and paint all day anyway."

He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "good", but it's hard to hear over Sam. "I'll take care of him," he laughs, ducking under Bucky's hand as he swats at his head. "Come on, Buck. Let's roll."

"Be safe," you mutter again, looking after them as they head to the black, unmarked car waiting by the flower shop on the corner. It's as if all colour drains from your vision.

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The first sip of coffee feels divine; just what you need to wake up after spending another night without Bucky. It has been another restless night. You tossed and turned and couldn't settle properly. And the dreams… You'd rather not think about them. Never before has your brain produced such chaotic absurdities, such eldritch horrors, but to be honest you're not really surprised. Sleeping next to Bucky; something just clicked. You smile into your cup, feeling calmer just thinking about it. It's weird how quickly you got used to his presence, and how wrong it feels when he isn't there.

But you don't get to enjoy your drink for long. Before you've even finished the second sip, someone shoves you hard from behind. The coffee spills over the sidewalk, painting the concrete and splashing all over your shoes. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" you bark, turning to confront whoever pushed you. But before you can even see them, they pull a bag over your head.

Panic rises in you, and you scream until your throat feels raw. Someone smacks you across the mouth, and the shock and pain shuts you up. Your lip thumps: it's split, you can taste the blood now. Tears stream down your cheeks, the soft fabric of the bag clings to your skin. Feeling the darkness caress your mind, the world starts folding in over itself. Still you possess enough awareness to kick the person holding you. They yelp and swear, resulting in a sharp rap over your ear. Your head is ringing.

A pair of strong arms pick you up as if you weigh nothing, and haul you along, struggling with your flailing arms and legs. There's a metallic clang, like a van door opening, then you're half lifted, half pulled up, all while screaming and cursing, hoping someone – anyone – will hear.

Someone speaks a language you don't recognise; your sleeve is pushed up and there's a sharp prick in your arm. Seconds later your brain starts spinning. The faint light that seeps through the weaving of the bag blinks like a starry sky.

You sway back and forth, feeling off kilter and fuzzy, as the voices around you grow all garbled and muted. Someone pushes you backwards, but before you hit the floor, you're out. As the world fades from your consciousness, you just wish you could have seen Bucky one more time.

When you come to, your head is pounding, your mouth is dry, and everything is dark. You try to move, but your hands are shackled, and your feet are bound to whatever you're sitting on. At least you're right side up, you think, before the situation dawns on you, and the contents of your stomach threatens to make an appearance. You swallow thickly. God, your mouth is so dry. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, and there's not enough liquid to even wet your lips. All you can do is grimace, feeling how they crack and pop. It stings. The taste of metallic, rusty blood coats your tongue.

Your throat itches, so much so that you can't even speak, but you can cough. Hard, like explosions in your head, and it's enough for you to lose your breath.

Something floppy is shoved into your hands.

"It's upside down, you idiot!" someone shouts, and the paper is turned.

Panic surges through your body, and your throat constricts, increasing your coughing. Your heart is racing, but everything happens so fast you just can't process it. Someone removes the bag from your head. The light burns in your eyes, and the shock stops your coughing instantly. Everything is white. There's voices, and movement, but you can't see anything clearly, and for a moment you wonder if you've lost your contact lenses. Slowly your vision returns, but they all keep to the shadows, and they've covered their faces, so you can't make out any details. The buzzing in your ears almost drown out every sound in the room.

"Look straight ahead," they command, and by some miracle you actually manage to move your head. "Keep your eyes open. Ready!"

There's a bright flash, someone else yells "Got it!" and then, in a flurry of motions you're untied, dragged through a dark hallway and unceremoniously dropped on the floor. The door clangs ominously behind you, and you freeze, waiting for someone to grab you or hurt you. There's no one in the room, but you remain in the floor, rubbing your wrists and trying to calm your breathing.

It's cold in your cell, room, whatever people call it, but at least you've got a blanket, and they've fed you, so there's that. But no matter how many times you've asked, nobody tells you anything.

You're over the initial shock now, and the fear has begun to settle into anger, but you're too numb to react.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? I'm no one, never been important in my whole life, hey, someone please say something." Silence. You bang on the door, not sure what you're hoping for. In the back of your mind you know it's risky, but you need to know. The silence is making the walls come closer. You lick your lip. It's bleeding again.

You figure your friendship with Bucky has something to do with your current predicament, but you're not sure exactly what they hope to achieve. It's not like you're best friends or anything, but maybe what you have is enough for him to come for you. That thought sends an electric jolt straight to the small of your back. For a moment you allow yourself to hope, to imagine him blasting through the door and marching in with murder in his eyes, angels singing, and the light surrounding him like a halo.

You laugh grimly. What are even the odds of him finding out where you are? Does he even care? He is the Winter Soldier, after all. He's probably got better things to do, he's busy saving the world, no doubt.

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Bucky smiles as he walks through the hallway, the ugly carpet muting the urgency in his steps. He can't wait to see you again. It's only been four days, but it feels like forever so the moment he got the all-clear after mission report, he made Sam drop him off at your hotel.

A short walk later he's standing outside your room, heart in his throat and arm outstretched, ready to knock. His stomach dances, pure happiness courses through him. It's been so long since he felt like this; he swears he can almost feel it in his metal arm.

A soft knock. No answer. He knocks again, harder this time. Still no answer. It's only a few minutes past eleven, you won't be asleep yet. You never fall asleep before midnight.

Suddenly it's like someone's poured a bucket of ice water over him. Putting an ear against the door, he listens like some kind of creep, but the room is silent. Maybe you're out. But that doesn't make sense either. It's too dark to get any proper work done, and you're not one for night clubs, or so you've said. Could you have checked out? Bucky's heart skips a beat. What if you're gone? But… wouldn't you at least have left him a message?

Turning on his heel, he marches back to the elevator as if he's got the devil on his tail. There's a really nasty feeling growing in his gut, something he just can't afford to think about now.

He presses the elevator button multiple times, but it takes its sweet time, so instead, he heads to the stairs, taking several steps at once, then skips the steps altogether and jumps over the railing, landing with a heavy thud on the ground floor.

There's a tenseness to his stride as he walks to the front desk, feeling more and more anxious with every breath. He never thought he'd feel this way again; that pit in his stomach and the growing stone in his chest. Last time, he was on a plane, heading for Italy in 1943, not knowing what was waiting for him.

"Excuse me," he says, rather gruffly, spooking the receptionist, though how she didn't hear him stomping through the lobby is a mystery. His own ears buzz loudly, and it's a miracle he can hear her at all.

"Good evening. How may I help you?" She smiles in that professional way people do when they're interrupted and don't really want to talk.

Bucky glances at the reflection in the glass wall behind her. Solitaire. He shakes his head to clear it a bit. "Um, yeah. Is there a message for me? For James Barnes or maybe Bucky."

She looks through the papers on the desk and shakes her head. "Sorry."

He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose. "Okay. Don't suppose you could tell me if Y/N has checked out of room 508?" His brows furrow, but he tries to smile anyway.

Another head shake. "I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm not allowed to disclose that kind of information." She looks briefly at her screen, then back up at Bucky, fake smile plastered on her face.

Bucky bites his tongue and swallows the rage that's building in him. It's not the receptionist's fault. She doesn't understand. But then he gets an idea. "Right, of course," he says, making his voice sweeter. "But maybe you will allow me to leave her a message?"

"Certainly. Let me grab a pen and paper for you."

So you haven't checked out. From the look on her face, the receptionist doesn't realise she's confirmed his suspicions. Well, he'll leave a message just in case, but it's time for drastic measures.

Outside it's dark now. Low clouds are threatening with rain. No one sees the dark figure slipping around the corner and jumping to grab the lowest rung of the fire ladder. Bucky easily hoists himself up, and climbs to the fifth floor, keeping to the shadows and making as little noise as possible. He knows where the window to your room is, and in less than a minute he's standing on the tiny balcony, peering in.

The room looks untouched. The bed is made, your stuff is all there. There's an almost finished portrait on the sketch pad on the desk; a smiling, content picture of himself. Nothing is missing except you. Bucky is three seconds from losing it.

A cold raindrop hits the back of his neck, drawing him from his haze. Soon the sky has opened up, and he's blasted with icy water. It soaks through his jeans, and drips from his hair into his eyes. Without looking back, he slides down the fire ladder and lands in a puddle. He doesn't know what to do next. Maybe Sam knows, so he ducks back into the hotel to get out of the rain, but before he can make the call, he's interrupted by the receptionist.

"Mr Barnes, I apologise. I didn't see this before. Someone left this for you." The woman hands him a large, brown envelope. All of a sudden he's transported back in time; drowning in flashes of memories of past missions, but he shakes himself out of it. Leaning on the column by the door, he opens the envelope.

There's nothing in there but a photo. It makes his stomach turn, and for the first time since he's been free, he has to fight the rage of the Winter Soldier, expanding, threatening to explode and send him on a vengeance fuelled killing spree. "When? Do you know who delivered it?" His voice is darker than usual, and the woman steps back just from the sound.

"I'm sorry," she squeaks. "It's been here for a couple of days, I think. I wasn't here when it was delivered." She hurries back behind her counter, putting a safe distance between them.

Bucky adjusts his stance, and forces his voice to sound kinder. "Thank you. Is there somewhere I can make a phone call, undisturbed?"

She nods and points to a nook behind the oversized fern in the corner. There's a sliding glass door that will provide some privacy.

Turning the envelope over in his left hand, Bucky is careful to not leave any more fingerprints on it. It is unmarked, but he knows people who can read things that no one else can see.

Whipping out his phone, he dials the first number in the contact list. He doesn't realise it, but he's shaking. The four seconds it takes for Sam to pick up are an excruciating eternity, and Bucky grips the door handle to keep himself from running off without a plan.

Before he can even say hello, Bucky wheezes: "They've got her, Sam!"

"Who?"

"Y/N! They've taken her!" He closes his eyes. The photo has burned into his mind.

"I'm on my way."

Bucky relaxes his grip on the door. There's a dent in the metal, and that makes him even angrier. They've made him lose control. He curses as he exits the tiny room, pacing over the floor, waiting for the voice of reason to arrive.

Being Sam, being Captain America, opens a lot of doors, so when he shows up at the hotel, requesting to look through the surveillance tapes – though it really is a demand; he's got a way with words, Bucky muses, thinking back to when he realised that what he first took as being soft, really isn't soft at all. Anyway, they all fawn over each other, fighting to be the one to give Cap access. Bucky can hardly watch.

"Give us a few minutes," Sam says with a smile, settling in front of the computer.

"Of course." The manager bows and closes the door.

Then Sam turns to Bucky. "Okay. When did you see her last?"

"Four days ago, right before we left on that goddamn mission." He wants to beat himself that he exposed you to danger, and he resists the urge to take out his irritation by slapping Sam over the head. Instead he settles on a flat, emotionless that he hopes conveys all his frustration.

"Right, so somewhere after last Thursday, then." Sam pushes a button, selects the right floor and presses play. Nothing happens for a while, and he pushes a new button, making the footage speed up.

"There!" Bucky shouts, pointing at the screen. There you are. Leaving your room with a large bag over your shoulder. Bucky smiles in spite of his fear. A soft expression on your face and your trusty art supplies at your side. Everything looks normal.

Fast forwarding through the footage, nothing out of the ordinary happens. You return around seven, looking a little bit tired, but happy enough. Food is brought to your room an hour later, and you don't go out again that night.

"Sensible girl," Sam comments, drawing Bucky out of his thoughts.

"Yeah. But she didn't know how much danger she was in."

The night passes in a blur. A drunk couple stumbles through the hallway around two in the morning, but other than that it's quiet, until you leave again around 10am, again with your bag over your shoulder. You look tired, yawning and dragging your feet. The bounce in your step is gone, Bucky notices, and he wonders if it has anything to do with your abduction.

They keep fast forwarding, but when the time stamp shows 11.30pm, Bucky's chest plummets. He knows you're not coming back.

Sam looks at him. “Calm down, man. You look like you’re about to explode!” he hisses, putting his hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky shakes him off and glares. “Because I’m this close.”

“But that won’t do her any good, will it? We gotta keep our cool, don’t do anything rash.” Sam's voice is still calm. Bucky doesn't know how he does it.

"Fine." Bucky takes a deep breath, just how his therapist taught him. "Show me what direction she went."

Sam clicks and drags the front camera onto the screen. You stop outside for a few minutes, then head down the street towards the city centre. They follow you on the screen until you disappear from view.

There's a shoe shop on the corner where you turned, so after thanking the hotel manager for the help, they follow your moves through the city. The shoe shop doesn't have a quality video, but it's enough to recognise you. Tracking you through the streets feels like an endurance hunt, Bucky thinks, impatient to find out who took you and where you are. That's all he can focus on: to get you back. And god have mercy on your kidnappers if you're not okay. Eventually Sam and Bucky stop at a small restaurant, but they don't have surveillance at all.

"Okay. Let's head to that Starbucks," Bucky says, nodding across the road. "They're bound to have surveillance, right?"

Sam rolls his shoulders. "Let's go."

The video shows three large figures, lurking in the shadows in one of the side streets. They're watching as you enter the café, and when you exit with a large coffee in hand, the gang is ready. The footage jumps a bit, but it captures the terror in your face, and Bucky feels like throwing up. You're hauled into a waiting van, it's an unmarked, normal van, but as it speeds away, luck strikes. The camera got a clear shot of the number plate.

Bucky lets Sam handle the rest. He can't shake the guilt, the pit in his stomach that grows larger and larger. And his anger grows too. Why didn't anybody react, nobody can convince him that nobody heard or saw anything. He watches as Sam talks on the phone, already mentally punching your kidnappers to a pulp. The metal arm flexes involuntarily.

Sam puts down the phone and turns to Bucky. "Okay, so here's what they told me: The van isn't connected to anything, they didn't even have a name for me. It's probably a fake number plate. But they said it's been spotted driving to and from a warehouse not too far from here. Let's go suit up while we're waiting for the address."

Bucky exhales. They better hurry up with the address. You've been in captivity for far too long already.

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It's quiet in the building now. You don't know what time it is; they've taken all your stuff, but you know it's late. Your eyes sting, both from exhaustion and from wanting to cry, not to mention your contacts are getting dry, but you refuse to remove them – not being able to see would terrify you. But neither sleep nor tears come. Sitting on the cot, wrapped in the blanket they thankfully provided, you are too wound up to relax enough to sleep. What if someone comes in while you're out? There's not much chance to defend yourself, but at least if you're awake  you can try to put up a fight.

How long have you been here? It's hard to tell. After the first shock they've pretty much left you alone. Except for the interrogation a few hours later. They kept asking you about where Bucky is, what he's doing, details on his mission, but you told them, truthfully, that you don't know anything. And they seem to believe you. But they still won't let you go. You sigh and pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders. Even if you knew everything you wouldn't have told them anything, but you didn't say that out loud.

Suddenly there's a loud bang reverberating through the walls. Instinctively you flinch, trying to make yourself smaller. Your blood roar in your ears, and it feels like your heart is trying to beat its way through your rib cage. There's a pause – the silence is deafening, then someone yells. You hear gunshots. Heavy boots rush past your door. It's torture just listening to the fight, not knowing what will happen. What if there's a fire? Or what if you're abandoned here? Is this how you're gonna die?

The fight is getting closer. You drag the blanket over your head, locking your arms around your neck. Unfortunately it doesn't mute the sounds, and you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. Slowly the fight dies down, and for a moment everything is calm. You feel woozy, grateful that you're already sitting down, and you steel yourself for what comes next.

The door opens. Heavy boots slaps against the hard floor. Someone blocks out the light, and you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you flinch and whimper.

A soft voice whispers in your ear. "Y/N?"

You forget to breathe again.

"Y/N," the voice repeats, coaxing you out of your makeshift cocoon.

You look up, and into the eyes of the man you never thought you'd see again. His face is blood-spattered, and his expression is a murderous rage, but the moment your eyes meet, he softens. "Bucky," you breathe, folding yourself out, and reaching for him like a toddler.

He scoops you up, holding you close as you begin to sob into his neck, and he rocks you back and forth until you calm a bit. "Are you hurt?"

Shaking your head, you climb down from his lap and looks over at Sam, hovering by the door. There's a look in his eyes that you can't quite decipher.

"You're bleeding," Bucky says, touching your lip gingerly.

"Oh." You don't know what else to say, as he helps you up on your feet. His arm stays around your shoulders all the way out into open air, and you lean into his embrace. The building is littered with bodies, some are definitely dead, others are being detained by soldiers dressed in black. Your knees buckle from the sight.

"Hey, I've got you," Bucky murmurs into your hair.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For coming to get me."

"Of course," Sam says, offering you a reassuring smile. "Why shouldn't we?"

You exhale shakily through your nose. "I thought you were busy saving the world and all."

Bucky pulls you closer.

"Don't you know?" Sam asks quietly, so no one else can hear. "You are his world."

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[yeojaa]

“i love you.”  read:  6:45 pm.

drabble inspired by this post that @hobi-gif​​ tagged me in.  i'm a sucker for misunderstandings, y'know?  also, this is unedited and not proofread.  xoxo

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  general.  tags.  a bit of dumb angst due to misunderstandings, some fluff to make up for it, mentions of drinking/alcohol, idiots in love. idk.  wc.  1.9k.

“So, you’re shooting bourbon at 7:30 on a Wednesday why, exactly?”

How Yoongi manages to keep the judgment out of his voice, you’ll never know.  Maybe it’s a bartender thing - some skill you acquire over time, like an achievement in a video game. 

Charisma:  +30 Listening:  +20 Interest:  0

“Because he replied ‘hella’ when I told him I was in love with him.”  You think if it weren’t so funny (and embarrassing and bruising to your ego), you’d have a hard time repeating it.  Instead, it cuts off the edge of your teeth in a melodramatic wail and you knock back your fourth shot in not very long at all. It burns on the way down, igniting your insides in a very different way than you’d like. 

Luckily, the bar is packed - it’s freshman night! - and your cry is lost in the crowd, eaten up by the awful din that seems to only exist in college bars.  It’s only you and your favourite bartender that hear it and for that you’re grateful. 

“You’re not serious.”  From the look on his face, you know he believes you.  Has to, because he knows the culprit behind your heartache. 

“Do I look like I’m joking?”  You deadpan before waving your liquor-laden wrist in a lazy circle.  “Another, bar wench!” 

It’s not that funny but between the alcohol that’s buzzing in your veins and lighting you up like a goddamn Christmas log to the humiliation that’s burning its way through all your sensibilities— well, you can’t help it.  

You’ve always resorted to humour when you were hurting. 

“I think you should slow down.”  He means well - you can see it in the narrowing of his eyes, the way his mouth tilts just enough to make you feel like a kid in front of the principal - but you don’t want well.  You want more.  Need it.

For a split second, you feel a wave of emotion.  It crests and threatens to swallow you whole, dragging you seven thousand miles beneath your own misery.

You swallow it down as best you can, tasting salt water and the sea when you tug a rough hand through your hair.  It aches a little where your rings catch, threading silver through silk.  “Yoongi, c’mon.”  You ignore the way his name slurs out of your mouth, trapped between wet lips that don’t quite move like they should.  “I’m fine.  Please.”  The desperate edge to your plea tells him enough - that you’re well on your way to having too good of a night, inebriation playing at the sidelines of your vision.  You play it off and shift in your seat, sneakered feet kicking this way and that to right yourself.

To his trained eye, you’re about two minutes from slipping backwards off the worn leather stool.

“Can I call someone at least?”  He’s meeting you halfway, begrudging and a little worried. 

“I’m fine!”  It shoots off your tongue, a rocket to the moon.  You don’t want to come down.

He sighs once, a sharp inhale of breath through his nose.  He’s got that look on his face - the one that tells you you’re going to owe him one.  You think that might be better than returning to your dorm, empty-handed and heavy hearted.  

“Please?”  

Amber liquid finds itself in your shot glass again and you’re quick to snatch it up, worried that Yoongi might dump it the moment he has a chance to consider how he’s indulging you.  You swallow it greedily, as if it isn’t pooling uncomfortable heat everywhere it hits - down your throat and around the sides of your mouth.

“Take it easy,”  comes a voice - an achingly, devastatingly familiar voice - to your left.  It steals your breath - tugs it out of your lungs in the same instant your heart heaves out of your chest.

Jeon Jungkook’s grinning that megawatt smile at you, dimples on full display.  His hair’s a little damp and more than a little messed up, sweeping across his forehead in that way that makes you want to run your fingers through it.  Shoulders are swathed in soft cotton and plaid, the navy blue and grey pattern a stark contrast to the blinding white of his tee shirt.  

He looks so good you want to eat him up.

Instead, you jolt like you’re about to lose the contents of your stomach.

Hands - both his and yours - dart out.  Yours grip the sticky booze-stained bartop;  his seize your elbows, steadying you easily.  You try to ignore the way his palms burn heat across your skin. 

“You okay?”  He says it so sweetly, as if he hadn’t just shattered your hopes and dreams into a million little pieces less than an hour ago.  He says it like he always does, with affection painting his words and stars in his eyes.  Even in the dim light, they’re mesmerizing, constellations swirling in his irises.

You have to make a conscious effort to tear your gaze away, redirecting your - admittedly fuzzy - stare to the speck of lint on his collar.  It honestly doesn’t help much, because like this, you can see the trail of ink that drifts past his neckline.  Swirls of black work that make up the roses that span his shoulders, capping each segment of bone prettily.  

He repeats himself when your silence stretches too long for his liking, a tattooed finger rising to tap gently along the ridge of your jaw, thumb sweeping just so across your chin.  “Hey, baby.  You good?”

A part of you wants to live in the way that sounds.  You’re a sucker for pet names and while you’ve heard this one once or twice (or a hundred times), it coils itself like a cobra around the organ in your chest, poised to ruin you.  One wrong move and you’d be paralyzed on the ground.

“What’re you doing here?”  You finally manage, tearing your roving eyes from the patterns you know lie beneath cloth.  

It’s not the smartest move - because you’re distracted by his stupid handsome face again.

“Well, you didn’t answer my text so I got worried.  Checked your Snapchat and saw you were here.”  It comes so nonchalantly, like he hadn’t just discovered you drowning your sorrows in cheap whiskey.  

“I didn’t answer your text?” 

You can see Yoongi lingering at the edge of your periphery, hand paused around a glass that he’s in the middle of passing off.  You wonder how crazy you must sound, or if you do at all.  Maybe just pathetic?  You don’t want to think about it too hard.  

“You said ‘hella’ to my confession!  What am I supposed to say back to that?”

“What’re you talking about?”  It’s Jungkook’s turn to take the title of village idiot, big doe eyes widening to the size of saucers.  You want to smack the expression off his face - would, too, if your heart didn’t also clench pitifully at the thought of hurting him.  

You think he might be backtracking when he retreats a hairsbreadth, releasing you in the same moment his other hand dives into the front of his too-tight black jeans.  The denim strains against his thighs, muscle and sinew flexing when he transfers his weight enough to allow him to yank his phone out of his pocket.  Said device is in your face in the next instant, glaringly bright screen making you shy away.  

Who the hell kept their brightness at 100%?

“Hey - look at this.”  He sounds stern as he continues to wave the sleek black iPhone before your eyes, seemingly unaware of the fact that you can’t damn well see a thing with him constantly moving it.

“Stop!”  You snap, finally, drink-addled hands snatching it out of his hands when he’s still twirling it like the most annoying wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man in existence. 

With the phone in your own two hands, you peer down at the screen, trying to make sense of what you’re looking at.  There’s definitely your last two texts - you cringe at the sight of them, blue bubbles bursting your own - but there’s a slew of others beneath it and they’re all delivered, the read receipt mocking you. 

You nearly yeet the phone across the room when, after two or three read-throughs, you grasp what he’s said.  “You want to date me?”  The words fumble on their way out, knocking into each other in a way that’s equal parts drunk-girl and stupefied-crush. 

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”  He’s got that shit-eating grin of his lighting up his face, sweeping sunshine and daisies into every corner of his expression.  It’s at complete odds with the way his mouth twists and turns, flat of his cheek rounded by the tongue he presses into it.  You’re both awestruck and turned on all at once.  You feel like you might short circuit or maybe that you already have.

It’s the only explanation for the way you’re surging forward - because you’d never do it otherwise, unless you weren’t in control of your own stupid body - and all but throwing yourself against him.

As if he anticipates it, he receives you like a bed you’ve been away from for too long, broad palms sweeping across the backs of your thighs as you cling to him like a koala.  Your cheeks burn white hot and steeped in something - love, lust, a mixture of both - and you hum comfortably against the column of his throat.  The sound is returned tenfold, echoing from his cavernous chest like the happiest cat in the world.  It shakes your entire body, so closely pressed to him that you can feel every vibration that runs through all five feet, ten inches of him. 

“I’m guessing that’s a yes?”  His words lose themselves in your hair, breath warm against the shell of your ear as he squeezes you tight.

You give him his answer in the press of your mouth, parted and a little sloppy, more tongue and teeth than technique.  You swallow the laugh that builds, devouring it like a kid in a candy store with the intensity of your adoration.  “Hell-a yes.”

The way he grips you in response, laughter rolling off him in intoxicating waves - because you’d happily get drunk off the sound - fizzes excitement through your limbs. 

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”  Both of you know the answer to that question, the knowledge passing silently between you.  

You smirk;  Jungkook mirrors it.  He surges forward for another kiss and you’re meeting him halfway, slanting your mouth greedily across his.  He relents for the briefest moment - lets you savour the gentle brush of his lips, the soft pass of his tongue - before he’s taking all he can get.  He’s licking over your teeth, laving hotly across every inch in a way that makes your head spin.  

“Get a room!”  It comes from your right, somewhere just behind you. 

“We should take their advice, baby.”  He coos, breaking away just enough for you to gulp in lungfuls of air.  His lips are the prettiest shade of red, kiss swollen and slicked with spit.  

At any other time, you might be ashamed - you can only imagine how you look - but here and now, fueled by the knowledge of reciprocated love and the pleasant warmth of liquor, you couldn’t care less.  So you kiss the boy you love, eager and with hands trailing the expanse of his back.

“Let’s go.”

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[trash-writings]

Dom/Daddy Chrollo x Reader

I received this ask while I was working on something similar. So here it is! I really hope you enjoy this one! 

The shadow of his legs cross in front of you once more. 

How long have I been here? 

The eerie orange glow from scattered candles make it hard to make out his position without being allowed to lift your head up. He’s been quiet, almost too quiet the entire time you’ve sat still on the floor. Your knees ache from the unforgiving concrete underneath you and your hands feel as if they’re one with the cold floor. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and this is what he wanted from the second he came home. 

What rule did I break? 

His shadow stops in front of you, you can barely make out the tops of his dark shoes and the hem of his pants. You want nothing more than to look up and see the way Chrollo is looking down at you. Is he smug and arrogant? Or is his face contoured in one of amusement? How does it look from his view? He must be pleased with himself. 

Is he ever going to touch me? 

“I read once that our desires develop from infancy until the age of five,” Chrollo’s voice cuts through the stale quiet. You had read that before too… but where? Why can’t you think of the book, the author, anything that resembled the words leaving his lips? “In fact, they just lay latent inside of you, waiting to reemerge once you develop sexually.”  

Please, shut up and touch me. 

You whimper once quietly hoping he caves and does something to warm your cold exposed body.  You hear a small chuckle from behind you and feel his presence closer than before. Then a stinging sensation the size of a raindrop hits your bare back between your shoulders. The hot liquid slides down slowly before stopping as it hardens. You bite your tongue to restrict the quiet gasp, the wax taking you by surprise. It’s been months since he’s used this. 

“Come on, I know it can’t hurt yet.” The joy in his voice is unmissable. When you had first met him this was never something you would willingly allow to happen. Yet, here you are stripped down on the floor waiting for his commands. The control he had over your body upset you, but the excitement and pleasure you got from it left you confused. More wax kisses your skin; a lot more this time, making you whimper as the hot wax runs down your skin. You dig your fingertips into the floor, the pain of your skin scraping the concrete flooring distracts you from the fleeting agony on your back until it becomes a comfortable warm sensation. 

“You’re so cute, hurting yourself to be quiet for me.” Chrollo crosses in front of you. “Look up at me now.” You obey, head turning up as your eyes lock on his beautiful grey eyes. “Good girl,” he smiles, praising you quietly. The arrogant smile on his lips burns through you, igniting anger but is quelled by the sensation of your wetness expanding on your inner thighs. 

That minuscule amount of encouragement has already made you lose your senses. Your desperate eyes stay on him as he holds the white candle that’s dripping red wax down the side in anticipation for what’s to come next. You love the warmth you feel after the wax hits your skin, and can’t help but try and get him to pour more on you despite already feeling the aching come back from your position on the ground. 

“Daddy, please,” You plead softly. 

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” His smile leaves replaced by a stern look that makes you feel hot inside as he pours the wax down your right shoulder, the burning liquid moving down your bicep slowly molding to you. “As I was saying earlier,” you notice the smile is back. “You probably love having me degrade you, poor wax on you, calling me daddy in your pathetically sweet voice all because you repressed your desire to have a strong male in your life.” His “psychoanalytic” analysis of your kinks continue until you feel tears stinging the corners of your eyes. 

“That’s not true…” you say softly looking back down at the floor feeling slightly embarrassed he’d bring them up now. Your anger and embarrassment fuels you to bravery. You push yourself up so you’re only kneeling on your knees now. “Your ego is just so inflated you can’t-” a swift slap across your cheek silences you. Chrollo is now kneeling down in front of you, holding your chin with his forefinger and thumb. 

“I hate hurting you baby,” he tells you sounding sincere, “but you really need to learn that you only speak when I tell you to. Do you understand?” You are slightly taken back by how quickly his tone shifts by the send of his statement. 

You nod slowly too unsure to risk answering vocally. 

“Good girl. Now tell me, do you agree with my analysis?” He asks. 

“No, daddy,” you tell him, trying to avert your eyes slightly. The intensity of his stare only makes you ache for his touch even more. 

“You can disagree with me all you want baby, but your body tells a different story.” His hand moves to squeeze your cheeks tightly, your lips puckering slightly. His free hand lightly traces your skin down your stomach until his fingers slowly tease your clit. You close your eyes enjoying the pleasure as he fingers tease your wet slit. 

“Daddy, more please.” You whimper against your better instincts. Maybe he will be generous. Maybe he won’t punish you. Maybe, just maybe. 

His fingers pause and he grabs the candle once again, this time pouring the wax over your breasts. The sudden impact of heat causes you to cry out loudly. The sensitive skin on your nipples burns lightly until the heat fades slowly. 

“You never learn do you?” Chrollo huffs, releasing your face and getting up to cross the room. You watch as he blows out the candle, your eyes fixated on his lips. The way he moves his mouth is just as calculated as the way he spread the wax across your chest. Each motion captivates you since you’d been neglected for so long. Your desperation disgusted you, just as he wanted it to. 

He walks over to you, dropping his coat on a red velvet chair as he comes closer. He stops in front of you, your face eye level with his belt. His hands rest gently above his pants on his bare skin, waiting for you to move. Your fingers tremble slightly when you start to unlatch his belt and pants. Taking his cock in your hand your lips kiss the tip softly. You watch him as he smiles, and kiss the tip again. 

“Teasing Daddy isn’t very nice, little one.” His hand caresses your cheek, you open up taking his semi-hard cock in your mouth. “Good girl.” Each ounce of praise makes your cunt throb, you need him buried inside you but you know he won’t do that unless you’re good for him. 

His cock throbs in your mouth slightly as it hardens, making it slightly more difficult to take in fully. He grabs your hair, tightly intertwined his fingers before thrusting once into your mouth and throat. The sounds of your choking makes Chrollo groan with pleasure. Your eyes sting once more, the previous tears you held back threatening to make a reappearance. Your hands squeeze his thigh, nails biting into the tough skin. Chrollo chuckles before pulling out, but too late, your tears trickle down your cheeks. You cough a few times regaining your breath before eagerly taking him back in your mouth. 

This time, he allows you more control, releasing his tight grip on your hair and scalp. Taking the base of his cock in your hand squeezing it firmly the way he likes before sucking on the tip teasingly. His small moans encourage you, taking more of his length in while your tongue caressing him firmly drawing more sounds from him. After bobbing your head a few times Chrollo pulls you off of him, using your hair to bring you to your feet. You wobble slightly, feeling stiff from kneeling in one place for so long. 

“You’ve been so good, baby girl, it’s time to reward you.” Chrollo growls before kissing you forcefully. You stumble backwards but his firm grip pulls you against your body. “We have a lot of missed time together to make up for.” Chrollo picks you up and you wrap your legs around his torso kissing him softly on the lips. 

He walks forward then tosses you on the bed. “So much to make up for.” His voice trails off at the end as his body crashes against yours and his lips attack your neck.

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[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1851

Warnings: Slow Start, Language, Tiny bit of Fluff

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

So, hi again…I’m gonna be completely honest I’ve practically had no time to sit down and write for the past couple of weeks, college rained down tons of assignments and work kept asking me to do extra shifts. Hopefully you all understand the delay in updates, I’m determined to finish this book for you all, anyways I’ll shut up Enjoy 😊

Whoever decided to wake me up and drag me away from the glorious land of sleep will suffer my early morning wrath, slowly I opened my eyes and the outline of two very stupid and annoying boys filled my vision. “Have you two never heard the saying don’t tickle a sleeping dragon? I quite clearly need my beauty sleep!” why is it every time I threaten to murder these two they just start laughin’? what the hell is wrong with em?!, “ Well good mornin’ to you too doll face, as much as I’d like to stay here and trade threats mama wants you outta bed for breakfast so get ya butt moving” My eyes narrowed at Bucky as he started to follow Steve outta the room, the smirk on his face widening as I reluctantly moved out of bed.

I’ve only been here a week and I’ve nearly killed him at least 50 times, wait that’s not something I should be proud of is it? in my defence Barnes can be a right little shit when he wants to be! Two days ago, he thought it’d be funny to drench me with water in the middle of the day, it’s safe to say he didn’t climb down the tree for a fair few hours. The smell of bacon and pancakes made me completely forget whatever the hell I was talking about, I shouldn’t have rushed pulling my pants on cause my dumbass failed to see that the left leg got caught on the draw knob and I was once again hugging the floor with my bloody face. Great that didn’t hurt at all!

Right let’s check for damage, bruises? Nope scratches? Nope pride and dignity? That went a long time ago who am I kidding? “Y/N You comin down or what?!” Jesus Christ that boy has a voice like a flipping fog horn, I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard Steve in queens! “Yeah give me a minute will ya! No need to get your panties in a twist Stevie” I’m pretty sure I can hear Becca and Bucky laughin’ from up here. Okay enough time’s been spent getting dressed, at this rate the boys will have inhaled all the food…the thought alone is enough to terrifying!  

“Right you lads better of left me at least one pancake and 3 strips of bacon or they’ll be hell to pay later” as a rule most people say good morning but I like to start the day with a decent dashing of threats and insults, cause I’m a friendly person…okay nope that’s a big pile of bullc**p and I know it. “Well mornin to you too y/n, the pancakes are on the table and the bacons on Bucks plate feel free to take some” a muffled sound of protest could be heard over my laughter as Bucky shot Steve a look of utter disbelief. “I think I’ll skip on the bacon then Stevie, by the looks of it Bucks already drooled all over it” Steve and I shared a look before we burst out laughing, Buck was glaring at the both of us with syrup dribbling down his chin and I gotta be honest it looked hilarious. “You guys done laughin’ at me yet or would you like to gang up on me some more?” is this boy dumb or somethin’? “Buck, I’d be on my deathbed and my final words would be some form of insult towards you”.

And there I go signing my death sentence again, at this point Steve wasn’t even on his chair anymore, instead he was lying on the floor completely pissin’ himself laughing while Bucky slowly stood up and started walking round the table. “Oh would you look at the time! Gotta go guys my appointment with the grim reaper’s in a minute!” hey y/n maybe it’s time you start running?! With a small shriek I turned and bolted out the backdoor with a pretty pissed off Barnes boy on my tail. The sunlight blinded me for a couple of seconds, so I was kinda running without knowing what was around me…and as per usual life decided to firmly kick my ass using the form of a bloody tree. A sharp stinging sensation spread across my entire face, huh reminds me of when I ran into that door…only that didn’t hurt half as much and there wasn’t an annoying brunette prick absolutely creasing with laughter behind me. I’m pretty sure that in the process of the tree b**tch slappin’ me I cut the left side of my cheek…oh would you look at that there’s the blood that should have stayed inside me, I couldn’t stop the small groan of pain that slipped outta my mouth, the lower half of my back was more than likely battered to all hell and the stinging in my cheek wasn’t helping either.

Apparently, the sound of my suffering seemed to break the idiot outta his little laughin’ session, I raised my eyebrows at him when it finally dawned on him that I hurt myself and that was pretty funny, all the colour drained from Bucky’s face, his eye’s widened when he noticed the lovely new edition to my face and pretty soon he reached a hand out to help me up. Such a gentleman… that’s if you replace the gentle bit with idiotic. The second I was on my feet, he pulled me into a hug and began checking my face and head, I’m hoping to god he can’t see my flamin’ cheeks cause I know for a fact he would never let me live that down. To be completely honest all I could concentrate on was the gentle touch on his hands on my cheek and the look on Bucky’s face, his eyes were completely focused on my cut. How have I never noticed that his eyes have the smallest flecks of green in them? Or how his dimples show when he frowns?… more importantly why do I feel both excited and terrified but somehow warm at the same time?

My little daze was broken when I realised that his lips were movin’ and I had no idea what the hell he just said, but he must of asked me a question cause he was lookin’ at me waitin’ for his answer. Bollocks. “What’d you say Buck?” Jesus Christ could I have been anymore obvious?! Maybe I should make a giant banner and smack him in the face with it, oh for godsake am I blushin’ again?!, the small smirk on his face grew into a sh*t eating grin as he threw his arm around my shoulders and dragged me back to the house. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you y/n were completely blow away by the masterpiece that is my face” oh great I’ve managed to inflate his ego even more, “Actually I wasn’t gonna say anythin’ but you’ve got a little somethin’ stuck in your front teeth” and just like that all the cockiness drained outta his body.

The arm around my shoulder disappeared rather quickly, to my amusement the boy next to me did as well, I could feel the little smirk on my face as I carried on walkin’ forward as he stayed behind more than likely doin’ that cute stupid thing with his eyes. Wait what did I just say?! What the heck is wrong with me these days? Its like a flippin’ alien’s taken over me and made me into a normal girl! .It feels all kinds of wrong. A sudden cough disrupts my inner monologue, my eyes roll to the sky as the smirk reappears on my face, I can’t help the laugh that escapes me when my gaze meets Bucky’s. He was stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowed as I continued to laugh and slowly his face formed a pout as he waited for me to finish completely wetting myself with laughter. “You done yet?” his brow was pulled in as he tried to fight off the smile, “Do I actually have somethin’ in my teeth or were you just being a bully?”.

“Nah, just needed to keep your ego in check before it inflated and carried you away into the wind” Buck looked like I’d just shot him in the chest, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughin’ at him as I turned and started walkin’ back to the house. “Ya know you can be a real piece of work when ya wanna be don’t ya?” thank you captain obvious! “I know I am, you know I do it out of love don’t ya?” I shot him a small smile as I wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him in for a side hug, Bucky shook his head with a small smile, but accepted the hug anyway. After that we stayed in a comfortable silence as we walked back towards the house, his arm never pulled away from me till we got inside, that was until Mrs Barnes walked into the kitchen and saw the cut on my cheek, to simply put it she completely freaked out.

I watched her quickly shoo everyone outta the kitchen, she somehow managed to pull a chair out and sit me down while grabbing a towel and bandages, question after question was fired at me while she gently started cleaning to cut. After a while the conversation died out, Mama B was completely fixated on cleaning the cut and if I’m honest the silence was peaceful, well it was for the 5 seconds it lasted.

Bucky burst through the door lookin’ like someone was trying to murder him, not that I could blame them, 2 seconds later Steve and Becca burst through the door armed with…wait is that eyeshadow and lipstick? I watched as Bucky backed into the corner, his eyes wide as he begged them both of them for mercy, whatever he did to piss the pair off clearly warranted this man hunt and there is no way in hell I wanted to stop it just before it got good. Soon enough Becca and Steve some how managed to pin down Buck, and despite the many protests, the pair managed to smear the lipstick all over his face and dump most of the eyeshadow in his hair.

I tried my hardest not to laugh I swear, but he looked like a very disturbed and demented fairy princess and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, soon enough we were all having a little laugh at the poor bloke, eventually Buck saw the funny side of it and he too joined in with the mess that was the Barnes family.

So, I’m gonna be honest here this is more of a filler chapter/character development hopefully it didn’t suck as much as I think it did XD Okay I’ll stop rambling, Thanks for reading!

Rose Xxx

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[dudeandduchess]

Sanemi x F!S/O: Money Talks (Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Summary: Sanemi’s fiancée comes to visit him for a meeting, only for him to see through to her real intentions right off the bat. Note: I got so inspired by that billionaire Sanemi thing I talked about earlier and I had to push off writing the Kyō porn star AU for this. Enjoy, bbys! 😂🍉🍉🍉

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Dom!Sanemi/Dom!Reader, Mildly Pretentious Reader, Daddy Kink

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The sound of her red-soled heels clicking against the marble floors gave (Y/n) more than enough confidence to breeze through all of the people ogling her. It may have been the cream-colored Birkin bag she toted, or it may have been the black knit Balmain dress, that clung to her figure, which turned heads; whatever it was, she could only relish in the attention she was getting.

After all, half the fun in dressing up was the attention she was sure to get with her astronomically priced outfits.

At the very sight of her, the security personnel right by the turnstile security gates opened all of the terminals for her, before bowing down so low at the waist that they looked like they were going to fall over with a single tip in the wrong direction.

She quirked an eyebrow at that, but deigned not to say anything as she let her confident strides carry her all the way to the elevators. Not a word was spoken by her, but with every person she passed, they uttered a quick and efficient ‘good morning, (L/n)-sama’ that only served to feed (Y/n)’s inflated ego even more.

It wasn’t a sin to be rich. The sin was to abuse her power and use it for despicable means, so she found nothing wrong with relishing in the respect that her money and family name bought her.

And with those thoughts putting a smile on her face, she boarded one of the elevators— with her secretary stepping in after her— before turning to the other woman. “Kaname, you can go right ahead to Sanemi’s secretary and ask her for the company’s stock exchange records, and the term deposit receipts. I’ll be in his office.”

Scrutinous eyes watched the numbers tick by on the small screen by the doors, never once flickering away as the numbers went higher and higher— until the lift stopped on the sixtieth floor.

The moment the doors opened, she didn’t even spare another second in the confined space; merely strode out of the elevator and bypassed the employees that had stopped to bow at her in greeting.

She was there for a purpose, and it wasn’t to be chummy with her fiancé’s employees.

With every step she took, the warmer her body became— not because of the cool temperature inside the building, but because of the thoughts that played inside her head. If she played her cards right, she could have what she wanted without even working for it; namely having Sanemi’s head between her legs and eating her pussy out until she was a shaking mess.

Little thought was put into the wheres or hows; all that mattered was that she got to cum. After all, she had cancelled so many meetings just to make time for him— since that was what he had been telling her during dinner the week before.

It wasn’t like him to voice out the need to spend more time together, so she decided to make an effort and actually give in to her urge to be with him— just for that day; or else her own empire would crumble beneath her feet, if she played hooky for Sanemi all the time.

When she got to his office doors, she didn’t even wait for anyone to open the doors for her, nor announce her arrival; (Y/n) put her hands on the door knobs and let herself in without any preamble whatsoever, not even caring that Sanemi had been in the midst of a call when she stepped in and closed the door behind her.

Pale purple eyes looked up at her with intensity that matched no other, which she returned with a smirk as well as a wink— that she was sure grated on her lover’s nerves even more.

In a few strides, the young woman had crossed the room and had already set her bag down on the floor right next to Sanemi’s desk— not even caring that most people would have screamed at her for committing such a travesty on a bag that cost a small fortune.

She couldn’t care less, as she rounded the corner of the table and perched herself right on the lip of the dark oak. The hem of her dress rode up higher on her thighs, exposing more skin to Sanemi— whom had swiveled his chair to face her, and had placed a possessive hand on her left thigh.

“Oh,” (Y/n) mouthed at him, as a catty smile played at her lips.

In response, Sanemi’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at her, which she blatantly ignored as she placed her right hand on top of his and slowly guided further up her lap.

The young man was slowly beginning to get hard in his pants, yet he put his focus more on the woman perched on his desk as well as the call that he had been on since he came in to work.

When he did nothing further than squeeze his fiancée’s thigh once more, her smile widened into a grin; getting up from her seat and reaching beneath her dress to slip off the lacy, black thong that she knew was Sanemi’s favorite on her.

His eyes followed the slide of the cloth down her legs, watching the scrap of underwear land at her feet before she stepped out of it— hooking it to the heel of her right shoe so she could pick it up without a problem.

The hand on (Y/n)’s thigh tightened even more, and a quiet gasp left her lips when she felt her lover’s fingers ghost over her bare pussy— as if to check if she really was naked beneath her dress.

Sanemi licked his suddenly dry lips at the feel of her damp slit, wanting nothing more than to hike her dress up to her hips so he could bury his cock inside her— but the person prattling off on the other end of the line kept him from doing just that.

So, with a quiet click of his tongue, he settled for circling her clit with the tip of his middle finger— basking in the quiet sigh of pleasure that slipped past (Y/n)’s lips, as she sat back down on the edge of his table.

And, to torture him even more, she dangled the thong in her right hand in front of his face, before laying it on top of the papers on Sanemi’s desk.

His glare narrowed at the scrap of lace, before flickering up to clue (Y/n) in to how much he didn’t appreciate that— since he just felt his cock twitch in his pants.

“Shinazugawa-sama?” The man on the other line asked unsurely when all he heard was radio silence on the young CEO’s end of the conversation, to which Sanemi bristled at. He couldn’t believe that he had actually got too lost in glaring at (Y/n) that he hadn’t answered the question that was posed to him.

“The best course of action would be to take over their future projects now; pull the plug on their current projects and make their clients choose our company-”

However, before he could continue, (Y/n) snatched the receiver out of his right hand and placed it up to her own ear. “Apologies, but Shinazugawa-sama will have to call you back. Something just…” She trailed off with a blatant look aimed at the bulge between her lover’s legs. “Came up.”

And with that, she dropped the phone back in its cradle; flippantly brushing off the way that her lover’s hand tightened even more on her thigh. It was most likely going to leave a bruise, but she did like to play things rough with him— so she really couldn’t care less about it.

What she did care about, however, was getting what she wanted from him.

So, she got up from the corner of his table and casually inched herself over to sit down on the very middle of it— right on top of his papers, and the thong that she’s placed there to tease him earlier. And with a slow drag of the tip of her right shoe against the side of his calf, she placed her shoe-clad foot on top of his left thigh.

Sanemi was about to swat her foot off of him, when she dug her toes into his thigh— grinning when he flinched at her unexpected actions. “Think twice before you do that, Daddy.”

Her words were said in a mocking manner, but Sanemi would be damned if he didn’t admit how much harder it made him— because for her to call him Daddy… even if she was teasing, only made him want to fuck her even more; make her submit to him in ways that he’d only managed to do when she allowed him full control of things in the bedroom.

“Really, baby?” He scoffed, trailing his hand up to her pussy once more and pinching her clit between his index and middle fingers. Her legs quivered at his ministrations, and her eyes fell shut like he had expected, which made him grin. “I don’t think you’re in a position to say that.”

Silence answered his words, making him chuckle as he played with her pussy even more— rubbing her clit between his fingers, and then trailing his digits down to her entrance so he could gather her wetness at his fingertips and spread it along her slit. He relished in the lewd sounds it made, but what brought him the most pleasure was seeing the way that (Y/n) threw her head back and presented herself more to him.

He lifted her other leg up with his right hand, slinging it onto his shoulder and holding it there as he pulled himself closer to her pussy. And, automatically, she hooked the other leg— which had been perched on his thigh— to his other shoulder; affording Sanemi a view that only he was allowed to see.

(Y/n)’s skirt rode up higher at her actions, but she shamelessly parted her legs further when her lover slipped a finger inside her. She sighed along with a moan, letting her head loll to the side as she felt her lover’s finger curl up within her.

“Such a slutty girl,” The silver-haired man uttered under his breath, leaning down so he could lick her clit— right before blowing on it and earning a stuttering gasp from his usually infallible fiancée.

He then added another finger in her at that, starting to pump his hand at a steady pace as he sucked her clit into his mouth. With every pass of his tongue against her clit, she would cry out and press her hips against him— as if she were so desperate to cum that she was letting go of the control she so desperately liked to hold onto.

And Sanemi almost believed that she was starting to become pliant— the more that he moved his tongue in her along with his fingers— until she reached down with both hands and gripped his hair tight, pushing his face into her crotch and moving her hips against him in a way that made the tip of his nose brush against her clit as she did so.

No matter how hard he tried to pull himself away, the grip she had on him would tighten— leaving him to retaliate by quickening the pace of his fingers, and adding moving his tongue faster in an attempt to make her squirt.

(Y/n)’s thighs began to quiver with the onslaught of pleasure, and her walls began to tighten around Sanemi’s fingers and tongue as she felt her orgasm approach. “I’m cumming, Daddy. Fuck. Your tongue and fingers feel so good inside me.”

Sanemi didn’t even answer that— he couldn’t, since she smothered him even further with her pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Daddy!” Ragged and borderline breathless moans escaped her lips the closer she got to her climax, until she let out a shameless cry as she bucked her hips into her lover’s face; finally loosening her grip enough for him to be able to breathe properly.

With an irate sigh, Sanemi pushed (Y/n)’s legs off of his shoulder and got up from his seat, about to unbuckle his belt to free his cock when the woman herself reached under her to get the thong she’d inadvertently sat on— only to lean forward and use it to wipe away the traces of her climax on his face.

And, with a light kiss pressed to his lips, she tucked the scrap of lace in his breast pocket; patting the area before she got back up on her feet.

“I’ll see you later, Sanemi.” (Y/n) winked at him while a saucy grin tugged up at her lips. She then pulled her skirt back down to cover her modesty, and then reached out to cup his erection through his pants.

With that, she stepped around him and picked her bag up from where she’d left it. Not once did she look over her shoulder to see his reaction, because she knew him well and was sure that what she would see was a thunderous expression on his divinely handsome face.

“Thank you for the orgasm, sweetheart,” The young woman called out shamelessly the moment she opened the door to his office— earning bewildered looks from both his and her secretaries. “Love you.”

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[princess-of-riviaa]

Bewitching the Witcher Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: As you begin to enjoy your new relationship with Geralt, the threat of the Witcher bond shows it’s face.

Series Summary: You and The Witcher aren’t meant to be together. In fact, the only thing you two should be doing is getting as far away from each other as fast as you can. You shouldn’t. You really fucking shouldn’t. But he’s just too tempting to resist.

Author’s Note: I am a writer, so naturally this story is not just filled with hot Geralt smut, but also more than enough feels to put you in the dumps. I definitely lay it on thick in this chapter. You have been warned!

Warning(s): smut (18+), cockwarming, daddy!Geralt, making love, enough Geralt feels to make you cry a river

The faint sound of snaps and crackles from the fire kept you awake as you snuggled further into Geralt’s chest. His arms were wrapped around you and your head rested directly over his heart. You took comfort in the slow beating of it. Though your eyes were closed and neither of you had spoken for an hour, you could tell that he was just as far from sleep as you. The heart of a Witcher beat slow naturally, and though his wasn’t particularly fast right now, it was racing for a Witcher’s standards. The simple thrill of being in his arms and him touching you still overwhelmed both of you. You had no doubt your heart was beating just as fast.

You moved around in his arms again, not stopping until your face was buried in the crook of his neck. If there was one thing you loved as much as him touching you, it was his scent. Mint and earth and... pure man. It drove you wild.

His fingers came up to play with a strand of your hair. He hummed softly, happily, as you left a gentle kiss on the hollow of his throat. You left a trail of kisses along his neck and up to his ear, where you stopped to nibble on his earlobe. That spot, you’d learned in the last week, was his undoing. That magical spot made him lose all self-control.

“Y/N,” he murmured sleepily.

You continued nibbling on his ear as you brought a hand up to tug at the roots of his hair. He growled in your ear.

“Jaskier is five feet away,” he pointed out in his low, husky voice.

You held in a chuckle. Teasing Geralt had become your favorite pastime in the days since the Cintra ball. You loved seeing how far you could push Geralt before he absolutely devoured you. You’d lost count of how many times you two had fucked in the last week. And yet you somehow knew that you’d never get enough of him. Every time with him felt as exhilarating as the first time.

Tonight was no different. You were in the mood to tease him for as long as he’d let you. You could care less that you weren’t alone. Jaskier had been passed out for the last three hours, snoring loudly enough for anyone in a mile radius to hear. He wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, no matter how loud Geralt made you scream.

So you ran your hand down Geralt’s chest and didn’t stop until you reached the space between his legs. You began rubbing him over his pants. His body instantly reacted to you and you basked in the feeling of his cock growing hard for you.

“Do you want me to stop?” you whispered in his ear, your tone playful and teasing.

His eyes closed in pleasure as he said, “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N.”

You continued your assault on his cock, rubbing him faster the harder he became. “Tell me to stop and I’ll go back to sleep.”

He hummed softly. “Y/N, I’m too tired to fuck you right.”

You tugged on his earlobe again before saying, “I can do all the work.”

His cock twitched at your words. You knew you had him. You’d seen the dominant side of Geralt in the last week, though a couple times you’d shown him that you could take control, too. He loved it when you rode his cock at a pace you chose. Geralt got off on you being the dominant one just as much as you did when he was in control. He didn’t reply, seeming to consider it.

“Little Geralt seems to like that idea,” you said with a smirk.

Suddenly you were on your back and he was hovering over you. He kissed you slowly, deeply, gently. You tried to kiss him back and deepen the kiss but he pulled back. Now he was the tease.

“Little Geralt? Really?” he asked, his amber eyes boring into yours.

You giggled as you felt a blush creep up your face. Your body burned with desire for him. “I’d say Big Geralt, because that’s more accurate, but I don’t want to inflate your ego that much.”

He bit your bottom lip and said into your mouth, “Then no fucking for you.”

You began to pout when he pulled away from you. He did look exhausted. But you both slept better after a good fucking and you wanted him inside of you right now. So you used the words that you knew would make him lose control. “Please, daddy.”

His eyes instantly darkened, making your body ignite. You loved knowing he wanted--no, needed you as much as you did him.

He kissed you again. This time you parted your mouth and his tongue pushed against yours, making you moan.

“Be quiet, babygirl,” he said against your mouth. “We’ll have to stop if Jas wakes up.”

You tugged on the back of his neck and brought his mouth back to yours. He moved between your legs and brushed his thigh over your core, applying pressure where you needed it most. You whimpered as you bucked your hips up. You pressed your pussy tighter against his thigh as he continued to tease you, slowly flexing and unflexing his muscle. Your pussy grew wetter. It was something you could both smell due to your Witcher senses.

He tugged the top of your dress down and sucked on your shoulder. “Your scent is intoxicating, baby.”

“I want you inside of me,” you moaned. “I need to feel you, daddy.”

He released another animalistic growl and a second later your dress was bunched up around your hips and his pants were untied. You took in the sight of his glorious cock. Your mouth watered at the sight of it’s thickness and length, the way it curved just a bit and that thick vein that drove you wild when it pressed against your walls. Geralt wasted no time as he pushed into it. He bottomed out and kissed you, both of you swallowing each other’s groans.

“You take me so well, Y/N,” he breathed. “Your pussy’s always so wet for daddy.”

You moaned again, not just at his words, but at the way he slammed into you at a quick pace. Your hands moved to tug on his hair. He kept his eyes on you as he fucked you hard, loving the look of ecstasy squeezing your eyes shut and making your mouth part in a silent scream.

“NO!”

You both froze and looked over in Jaskier’s direction. He was sitting up, his chest rising and falling with quick heaves. He must have had a nightmare. Luckily, he currently seemed too out of it to notice the intimate position of Geralt and you just a few feet away.

Geralt moved to your side and pulled down the front of your dress, though his cock stayed firmly inside of you. You tried not to whimper as he adjusted around you, which made his cock hit parts of you that made you want to scream. Geralt wrapped an arm around you. To Jaskier, it would look like you two were merely holding each other in a lover’s embrace. The bard would have no idea that Geralt’s cock was still inside of your pussy and you were seconds away from orgasm.

“Bad dream, Jaskier?” Geralt asked, since you were unable to find words.

He blinked and finally looked over at you two, as if just now remembering you were with him. “I think so... I-I don’t remember.”

“It was just a dream,” Geralt assured him. “Go back to sleep.”

Jaskier nodded, still looking disoriented as he lied back on his side, looking in your direction. He frowned. “Do you two always hold each other so tightly?”

Geralt laughed, the fucker, and you felt the vibrations all the way down to your pussy. It took every ounce of strength in you not to go over the edge right then and there.

“She was cold,” Geralt lied.

“That doesn’t look comfortable,” Jaskier said. “You’re practically on top of her, Geralt. Are you trying to suffocate her?”

Geralt moved back an inch, his cock slowly pulling out of you, but your walls clenched around him, keeping him from moving any further. You clenched Geralt’s shirt. It would be any second now. You couldn’t hold on much longer.

No, you thought, he’s not trying to suffocate me, but he’s definitely trying to kill me.

“We’re fine, Jaskier,” Geralt said, his tone slightly irritated now. You would have wondered why if you hadn’t felt his cock harden even more a second earlier. He was close, too. “Go back to sleep.”

With a nonchalant shrug, Jaskier closed his eyes and turned his back to you and Geralt, seconds before you lost all control.

Your walls clenched around Geralt’s cock and your vision went black as you came tightly around his cock. He put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound of you screaming his name. Before you had even fully come down from your high he thrusted into you again. You practically sobbed at how stimulated you were in this position. Geralt dug his face into your neck as he came inside of you, his groans muffled in your throat.

Two minutes passed. Once he had enough strength to pull back, he began pulling out of you--

You clenched his shirt again, making him freeze. “No,” you said, your eyes still closed from your blissed out haze. “Stay like this.” It felt too good for him to pull out of you, and the thought of you two sleeping while his cock stayed warm inside of your pussy... that was enough to make you wet all over again.

With a tired chuckle he complied. You two slept like that, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his cock resting firmly inside of you. You swore you’d never slept better.

...

It was the next morning when things went downhill.

You and Geralt had woken up before Jaskier, so he luckily hadn’t seen what you two had been up to all night. Geralt went to hunt for breakfast while  you stayed with Jaskier. Even when he was gone you could feel the ghost of him inside of you. You laughed. It was like he had a phantom cock. Your insides stay warm all morning, even after Jaskier woke up and talked your ear off about his nightmare.

Geralt came back with two rabbits and you two roasted them in just under an hour. The three of you ate in silence. You were journeying to a small town just outside of Yaruga and you wouldn’t arrive until after nightfall. There, you and Geralt were hoping to find people in need of a couple Witchers. You were in need of good coin after spending it on clothes for the Cintra ball a week ago.

It was after breakfast, when you stood up to go untie Roach from his post at a nearby tree, when the world spun around you and the earth disappeared from under your feet. The next time you opened your eyes, you were looking at a worried Geralt. He said something to you but you couldn’t hear him. Everything was muffled. Jaskier and Roach were nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Jaskier?” you wanted to ask, but couldn’t seem to form the words.

Geralt’s wide amber eyes bore into yours as he continued talking to you, but you still couldn’t hear a single thing.

Had you hit your head?

Were you permanently deaf?

No, that’s impossible. Witchers don’t get sick. Even when they get injured, they heal much faster than a human would.

“Geralt,” you tried to say, but suddenly the world disappeared.

...

You were in a bed. You didn’t know how much time had passed or where you were, but you knew you were in a bed. The room was small and empty around you.

“Geralt?” You called out.

Footsteps sounded on the other side of the door. A second later the door creaked open. Geralt stood on the other side. In three strides he was at your side.

“Can you hear me?” he asked as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You nodded. “W-what happened?”

He clenched his jaw as he evaded your eyes. He knew something you didn’t.

“Geralt.” Your voice was hoarse from lack of use, telling you that you’d been out for a while. Possibly an entire day.

Had you three made it to Yaruga already? You’d missed the entire journey.

“This was never supposed to happen,” Geralt whispered quietly enough that you had to strain to hear him.

“What wasn’t supposed to happen?”

His gaze flicked back to you, and there was anger in his eyes. It had been such a long time since you’d seen his anger directed at you. “There’s a reason Witchers don’t lie together, Y/N. This--” he motioned to your frail body under the covers-- “is why.”

You struggled to follow his train of thought. “You think this happened because we’re together?”

He was on his feet on an instant, his entire body tensed as if waiting for an attack. “There’s no other reason. Witchers don’t get sick, and they definitely don’t just pass out for twenty hours for no reason!”

A wave of conflicting emotions crashed over you: embarrassment at being warned of this and doing it anyways; fear at the thought of you being sick--something you hadn’t had to deal with for centuries now; but mainly grief, because a part of you knew that Geralt wouldn’t be coming near you again. Last night had been the last night. If only you’d known... you never would have fallen asleep. You would have spent the entire night making love to him, memorizing every inch of him.

And then another thought struck you--

“Are you okay?” You asked, suddenly desperate to hear that you were the only one affected.

He paused, clearly not expecting that to be the first thing you said.

“Nothing happened to you, did it?!” Your voice shook with panic. The thought of something--anything--happening to Geralt... You couldn’t stomach it.

His features softened as he realized what you were talking about. “No. I’m fine.”

You breathed a sigh of relief that you felt throughout your entire body. And then you began crying. One tear fell down your cheek, and a waterfall followed. You couldn’t stop it.

The thought of anything bad happening to Geralt made you sick. Yes, he was a Witcher, and he was always in dangerous situations, but he was good at what he did and in the six months you’d travelled with him you’d only seen him hurt once. And that was only because you’d hurt him the night you first crossed paths.

Your quiet sobs quickly turned to wails. A second later Geralt was beside you, his arms pulling you into his chest. You clenched his shirt in your hands. Your crying was the only sound in the room. You were only faintly aware of his fingers drawing soothing circles on the small of your back.

“I’m not hurt, Y/N,” he assured you in a hushed tone.

You only clung to him harder, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

“I’m right here,” he promised in that gentle voice of his.

And then you were sobbing again. He wasn’t right here. Not anymore. Not after today. You knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t come anywhere near you after this, not if he thought it was hurting you.

“You’ve never been further away,” you cried.

He pulled away from you to look you in the eyes. His face was broken with pain and the sight of you hurting. Keeping one hand around your waist, he brushed away your tears with his free hand. “I have to do this, Y/N.”

I have to stay away from you.

You pressed your forehead against his, wishing this moment in his arms could last forever. “I know.”

You brought your hand up to his face and ran your fingers across his bottom lip. He began to pull back but you stopped him.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I didn’t... I didn’t know that the last time was going to be the last time.” You needed to say goodbye, even if he wasn’t going anywhere.

He hesitated. And then, “One last time.”

When you kissed him it was just a brush of your lips across his. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer to him as he kissed you deeply. You moved back and he followed until he hovered over you. He left gentle kisses over the trail of your tears. His hands ran up and down your body in gentle, loving caresses. It wasn’t rushed or intense or desperate. It was all love and heartache.

He undressed you slowly. You could tell he wanted to memorize this moment just as badly as you did. He didn’t touch you once you were finally out of your dress. He merely observed you with his eyes, taking in the lines of your throat and the arch of your breasts and the curves of your legs. When he finally kissed you, he kissed every part of you, starting from your ankles and working his way up. His hands were gentle on your skin like you were glass and he didn’t want to break you.

When you undressed him, you did the same. You took in the angelic sight of him: the expanse of his chest; the thickness of his arms and thighs; the sinful length of his fingers and how he knew just how to use them to make you come undone again and again and again. You wanted to devour him. No, you wanted to tie him to you so you could keep him by your side forever.

When you kissed the entire length of his body, you murmured how much you loved him between kisses.

When you finally straddled his waist and pressed his hard length inside of you, you laced your fingers through his. You moved slow, memorizing the feeling of every inch of him sliding in and out of you. You never wanted this moment to end. You didn’t want the last time to be the last time.

When you came, you kissed him, letting him swallow the sounds of your screams.

When he came, he kissed you right back.

And when he left you, he took a part of you with him.

#geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt the witcher #geralt x you #geralt imagine #geralt smut #geralt of rivia smut #netflix the witcher #the witcher smut #the witcher #tears #pain #the witcher angst #the witcher pain #you're going to cry like a baby #i'm sorry #jaskier #jaskier the witcher #yennefer

[another-stark-sub]

Bow - Tony Stark Imagine

Summary: You had a plan, with a bow tied around your neck and lingerie underneath a beautiful gown, Tony wouldn’t be able to resist you.

Warnings: SMUT!, begging, dirty talk, degradation, choker kink, bit of breath play, thigh riding, sir kink, slight mentions of exhibitionism, bit of aftercare as well

 Word Count: 3440

Notes: I editted this so many times but lbh im never gonna be satisfied with this so hopefully its not horrible

You gulped and felt your skin press against the choker. Usually, you weren’t into chokers. Not really. It just wasn’t your style. But after Tony…

Well, to be fair, you discovered a lot about yourself after meeting Tony. You were always welcome to another new change.

You licked your lips and adjusted everything again. Tony claimed that he loved seeing you in all colors, that you could make anything look good. But, you observed how he looked at you, and his jaw always twitched a certain way when you wore a deep red color. Whether it was because it inflated his ego or because you looked good in red, you didn't know. So, while the floor-length dress was green, the trimmings were red. The lingerie underneath was red. And the choker around your neck, adorned with a beautiful, full bow, was red.

You took a deep breath, adjusted your hair, and reassured yourself. Tony and you have been together for a long time. You have worn other things that you thought he wouldn’t like, and he loved them, he loved you, regardless. 

With a smile and a blown kiss at your reflection, you left to find Tony. 

Your boyfriend was right where you left him, except he had already started going back to work. He had shed his leather jacket so he was just in some band tee and dark wash jeans. With his arms crossed, he faced the windows and rattled off some commands to Jarvis. Blue holograms popped up and disappeared and got adjusted and stored and saved.

"Show me the stats of Mark XXI, and bring up my notes from the last recon mission." Tony swiped through his notes, while his other hand came to turn and evaluate the holographic copy of Mark XXI. "Remind me to update this component." He zoomed in on the suit and pointed at something before speaking again, something about its efficiency and other technical jargon you couldn't pronounce if you tried.

You stopped for just a moment to simply admire him. Tony Stark was your genius of a boyfriend, and yes, you loved him because he was unbelievably attractive and a great fuck, but you couldn't deny how amazing he was when he was just being himself. Confident, generous, intelligent. 

You sighed and adjusted your outfit one more time. He deserved the best after all. A pat on the skirt and a tug at your choker, before clearing your throat.

When Tony's eyes met yours, he just stared. He turned so his full attention was on you, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. "So, thoughts?" You stared at your feet and shifted your weight from one foot to the other. "Not too sure about the high heels, but the rest of it, I like." You looked up to him, proud that he was a few steps closer, and shrugged. "But I don't know holiday party dress codes for the rich, so…"

Tony laughed a little and nodded his head. "First off, you look stunning." He beamed and let his eyes wander to your waist and skirt. "Let's see the heels again."

You gathered the skirt and revealed the red heels. 

Tony hummed a little and knelt down in front of you. "Doesn't look too comfortable." He glanced at you, and seeing your boyfriend down before you sent tingles up your spine. You managed to say, "Not too bad." 

"Still." Tony gently lifted your leg, as if he wanted an even closer look.

You almost stopped breathing when he dragged his finger from your ankle and up your calf ever so slowly. "Don't want you overworking yourself."

You gulped, the bow around your neck somehow feeling tighter than it did before. "Tony-"

"And the dress" -he got up and squinted at your waistline- "though lovely, will need a few adjustments." He grabbed your waist with both hands under the guise of seeing how much excess fabric there was. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips.

With the tempting warmth still covering your waist, so near your ass, his eyes landed on the bow. "Including accessories." Tony smiled so smugly, so teasingly, before gently tugging on your choker. "What's this?"

Your throat went dry. So many incoherent thoughts. Being tugged around by the choker. Kicking your heels off. Removing that damn band t-shirt. How was it that Tony Stark could pull off a t-shirt and jeans? Why did he have to look that good, that powerful when he was just-

"Darling?" He snapped in front of your face. He laughed again, so happy his words could affect you that much. "I said, 'What's this?'" He licked his lips and tugged on the bow again. When your jaw dropped, some sort of desperate whine falling out, Tony just smiled. "I asked you a question."

You composed yourself, thinking of how wonderful you will feel if you obey him. You nodded. "A bow," you managed. 

He tilted his head, contemplating. 

Suddenly, your heart dropped to your stomach. And you had to ask, "You don't like it?"

"No." His eyes darkened, and he smirked that damn smirk. Tony hooked a finger under your choker, his demanding touch pressing into your throat, and yanked you towards him. "I love it." 

And when his lips were on yours, you moaned. Unfortunately, your moan separated your lips from his for just a moment, long enough for Tony to hate it. He growled. Tony laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you into him even more. He dominated the kiss. He dominated almost every kiss shared between the two of you, and yet no matter how many times you’ve kissed him or how long you’ve been together, it still shocks you how much he wants his lips on yours.

Because Tony is a desperate man. Desperate for you. And when intimate words fail him, he has to use his actions, so the hard press of his lips on yours, the hard grip on your waist, you didn’t have to hear how much he wanted you, how much he loved you. No, you could feel it.

His lips pulled away, and you tried to follow them, tried to kiss him again, but with one hand in your hair, he kept you there, so you waited with bated breath.

“Might want you to wear that in public,” he said, smiling at the bow around your neck. “Would be fashion-forward.”

“Tony,” you pleaded. The heat between your thighs was becoming unbearable. You tried rubbing your thighs together, but it wasn’t helping. Not when Tony’s hand was in your hair and the other was tracing your cheek. You reached down, your fingers eager to stimulate yourself, but the dress was in your way. The dress was too formal, too much, and wouldn’t let you touch your own bare skin. 

With a smirk, Tony pulled you towards him, not close enough to kiss you, but close enough that his breath was fanning against your lips. “Wearing a bow like this out in public?” He rubbed the cloth ribbon between his fingers and nodded to himself. “It would be like, I don’t know,” his voice went deeper, and his next words weren’t a suggestion, “ announcing you’re mine.”

You whined. “Yours,” you said. “All yours, Tony.”

He laughed. “What a dirty girl, wanting to show off who fucks you.”

“You!” You gasped as his grip in your hair tightened. “You,” you repeated, “you fuck me. So good.”

Tony smirked. “Yeah, I do.” He let go of you and pushed you away. “Strip.”

The loss of touch startled you, so much so that your first instinct was to stumble towards him, the high heels not helping much, but he held up his hand. “Strip, first.”

You blinked a few times, and once you processed his command, you quickly got to work. You kicked off your heels and unzipped the dress. The air was cold compared to the expensive silk and tulle, but you felt too hot. You wanted more. You wanted him. 

“Wait.”

And you did. 

Tony was seated in front of you, still fully clothed in that damn t-shirt and jeans combo, a tent in his jeans from his hard cock, and he had the nerve to bite his lip. 

You gulped. “Yes, Tony?”

“You planned this,” he stated. He pointed at you.

Confused, you looked down at yourself. You laughed a little. You were so caught up in that intoxicating kiss that you forgot you had planned this. You had put on red lingerie before putting on the dress. 

You pressed your lips together and shrugged. “And if I did plan this?”

Tony leaned back and hummed. “Well, then I guess, we should make sure everything goes according to plan.” He patted his lap. 

You eagerly straddled him, your hands already fumbling with his belt. 

“No.” Tony grabbed your hands and tilted his head. “I never said your plan, did I?”

“Tony-”

With the other hand, he pulled you by your choker and smiled. “I really like this bow.” He laughed, and with a slight cock of his head, he said simply, “Show me how you’d ride my cock, babygirl.”

“What?”

“Show me. How you’d ride. My cock.” He flashed you a smug smile. “Got it?” he let go of you and leaned back, his arms coming to rest on top of the couch. 

You gulped. You never thought you’d be jealous of the living room couch. At least, it got his touch. Desperate for him, for anything Tony would give you, you didn’t protest. You didn’t ask questions. You grabbed his shoulders, readjusted your hips so it was right above his clothed thigh, and grinded against him. The lingerie was thin and lacy, and you weren’t sure if you were thankful for that or not. Either way, with Tony’s denim jeans, there was still too much clothing and too much space between your cunt and what your cunt needed to be filled with, so you closed your eyes and tried your best to replace the heat you were feeling with fullness.

His thick dick filling you up and pressing into the spots you didn’t know existed. The friction from his thrusts and yours. The building wetness between the two of you. You tried your best to imagine it all.

But imagination was not the same as the real thing. Your pussy was aching, and it was still clenching around emptiness. The pressure from grinding against wasn’t nearly enough. “Tony,” you whined. 

Suddenly, his fingers were under you, only for a second, to feel the soaked crotch of your lingerie. He stared at his now soaked finger and smiled. “Wow, you really like the idea of riding my thigh, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you said, your eyes still squeezed shut as you imagined him fucking you. 

“Hey!” He grabbed your chin. “Look at me.”

You stopped and squeezed his shoulders before opening your eyes to stare at him. 

As soon as your eyes met his, Tony smiled. “There we go. Now, look at me when you answer, ok, sweetheart?”

You nodded, your pussy twitching from need. 

His hands went to your waist. “You wanna ride my cock?”

“Yes.”

He flexed his thigh, the new pressure digging right into your crotch. “Wanna get fucked?”

You whined. “Please.” You looked down and tried to ride his thigh again, but he was too strong. Tony just held you there.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” You gulped, your skin pressing against the lace and ribbon of your bow. 

“Good.” Tony let go of you once more and nodded. “Don’t take the bow off.”

You beamed. “Thank you.” You got off of his lap and quickly took off the lingerie, and by the time you only had the choker around your neck, Tony had pushed down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his cock. 

You were practically vibrating with excitement. But you waited. You waited for him to tell you it was ok.

Tony smirked. “Come on, sweetheart.”

You straddled him again, the head of his cock grazing your folds. Already slick with your own anticipation and denial, you lowered yourself onto him. Inch by inch, you were getting fuller and fuller of him, and the moan that left your lips was almost inhuman, so high-pitched, long, and drawn out. 

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Tony kissed your cheek and watched as you sunk down on him. “Look at you, taking all of my cock.”

You moaned. “Yes, I want all of it.”

“I want all of you, too.” He kissed the corner of your mouth and gripped your hips. “There we go. What a good girl you are.”

“Yes, for you.” You sighed blissfully. “All for you, Tony. All-” 

Tony pushed you down, making you take every inch of him inside you, and you moaned. And it was better than you had imagined before. God, every time Tony fucked you, there was always something new. And the throbbing of his cock inside you, the gentle touches on your neck, it was making you drunk on him. 

It only took two words to snap you out of your stupor.

“Ride me.”

Just like that, your hands were firmly on his shoulders, and you were bouncing up and down on his cock. It was all worth it. The search for the perfect choker, the delicate arrangement of the outfit, the little touches you made to yourself before, all of it was more than worth it to just ride him and hear him try to stifle his groans against your neck.

And his hands started to wander. From lightly playing with the choker to palming your bare tits to squeezing your ass. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. He hadn’t touched your bare skin except when he was pulling you around by the makeshift collar around your neck, so feeling his touch and calloused hand on you, desperate to grab any part of you, it was breathtaking.

You didn’t want him to stop. 

You grabbed his hands and pressed them harder into your skin. 

“Aw, you like it when I play with you, huh?” He squeezed your breasts, and you cried out. “It just feels so good,” you admitted. With your hands no longer on his shoulder, it became difficult to ride him properly. So, Tony decided it was up to him to fuck you. He gave your breasts one hard squeeze and smiled. “Play with your tits for me. I’ve got more important things to play with.” He grabbed your hips and rolled his hips up into yours. Once. Twice. 

Your toes curled. “Harder,” you gasped. “Please, harder, Tony.”

“Harder?” He laughed. “Oh, ok then.” He hooked a finger under your choker and pulled you in for a sweet and soft kiss. “Harder, it is.” His grip tightened, and with a sharp thrust, he fucked you. 

You screamed. You didn’t have to do anything, only moan and let Tony fuck you over and over again. Your palms were still flat against your breasts, but you were too paralyzed by pleasure and too drunk on the slide of his cock in and out of you to properly play with yourself. Thing was, though, with Tony’s quick thrusts, impaling you over and over again, you didn’t have to move for your hands to press against you and for your fingers to brush over your sensitive nipples. 

“Beautiful whore. All for me.”

You repeated, “All for you.”

“That’s right, baby.” He thrust up into you, again and again, groans punctuating each and every push of his cock. He wrapped one arm around your waist, keeping you still and stable, while the other went back to the bow around your neck. “Such a great present." He yanked you down so your lips brushed against his as he said, "My own little cocksleeve."

"Fuck, Tony." You shook your head and admitted "You can't just- ah! Fuck!" You caught your breath after a particularly hard thrust. "Can't just say things like that," you whined.

"Oh, sweetheart." He kept thrusting up into you as one of his hands came up to grip your hair. "I'm in charge, aren't I?" He stated, "And if I say you're my cocksleeve, then guess what?" Tony held you on his cock, and his lips came crashing onto yours, possessive and short. "You're my cocksleeve."

You moaned, and, wanting to be a good cocksleeve, you started to ride him again. Rougher and faster than the time before, and Tony growled. "You like being my cocksleeve, huh?"

You gasped. Too overwhelmed with the new title and the searing heat that came with it every time it left Tony's lips. You didn't know that being degraded would feel so good.

"Sweetheart" -his finger trailed up your body, from your stomach all the way to your choker, and he hooked four fingers under it, his touch pushing into your throat- "you should answer my question."

You gulped. "I do."

"Do what?" He laughed. "My memory fails me. What?"

You whined. "I like being your cocksleeve, sir."

"That's it." He groaned, the sound only adding to your already overwhelming pleasure. He pulled you closer by the bow and whispered, “I think my cocksleeve deserves a reward, right?”

You could only nod, too focused on being played with and being thoroughly fucked. 

Tony smiled, and suddenly, his fingers were rubbing your clit. 

The gasp escaped your lips. There was too much. With Tony’s cock pounding you over and over, one hand holding you by the choker and making you dizzy, and the clit stimulation, there was too much pleasure. Instead of breathing, you were only moaning as the pressure rose and rose, and when you felt his cock twitch, you nearly screamed. 

Tony commanded you, “Cum for me.”

Something inside of you snapped, and you were drowning in pleasure.

The sounds leaving your mouth as you rode out your high were a mixture of curses and Tony’s name, and seeing you twitch and cling to him sent him over the edge. Your boyfriend held you close as he pumped you full of his cum.

As you came down from your high, Tony’s lips were pressed against your neck, and he was rutting against you. For once, Tony’s words were incomprehensible as he continued to enjoy the warmth and pulses of your pussy around his cock. 

Still whining and drunk on him, you did your best to prolong his pleasure. You raked your hands through his hair, making sure to scratch his scalp before bringing his lips to yours and kissing him. Just as he moaned against your lips, you pulled away and said, “All for you, sir.”

With one last strangled groan and one last roll of his hips, Tony sighed, a dreamy look on his face. He gazed up at you and smiled. “That was fun.”

You giggled and rested your forehead against his. “Very fun.”

“By the way, I was serious about that bow.” He bit his lip and rubbed it between his fingers. “It’s like a socially acceptable collar.” Tony tilted his head. “Might need to embroider Tony Stark on there.”

You shuddered. Just the thought of going to a party with Tony’s arm around your waist and bow tied neatly around your neck with Tony’s name on it. 

Tony’s eyes when to your pussy, still stuffed with his cock. “Did you just clench around me?”

You blinked. “Maybe?” You stared down at yourself. “I guess you just have that effect on me, sir.”

“Don’t say that.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

In mock anger that his eyes weren’t on you, you clenched around him again.

His eyes narrowed, and he pointed at you. “You’re tempting me, sweetheart. Stop it.”

You laughed. “I love you.”

Just like that, Tony’s expression softened. He gently stroked your hair and said earnestly, “I love you, too.” He kissed you and sighed. “Ok, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“You’ll need to carry me.” You laughed.

With a smug smile, your boyfriend said, “Oh, I know. If you could, I wouldn’t forgive myself.”

You slipped yourself off of his cock and before you were fully on your feet, Tony was on his feet and picked you up so you were slung over his shoulder. 

“What are you-” Your words turned into laughter as Tony patted your ass and started walking towards the bathroom. 

“Making sure my girl doesn’t need to walk.”

You sighed. “There’s a much more romantic way of carrying me, you know?”

“You know I love you.”

“That I do.”

#tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark oneshot #tony stark #iron man smut #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #iron man oneshot #iron man #tony stark fanfiction #iron man fanfiction #mcu oneshot #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel oneshot #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel #i wanted to get this up sooner but the wifi was being horrible #also cuz i kept on editting this and was never satisfied so i kinda just said screw it and posted this #hopefully as i said before its not too horrible

[sherlollydramoine]

Which Malek Twin is Better in Bed: An Experiment Part One

Had this idea that was inspired by a few different asks that I received. This is going to be in either two or three parts. Part One is the set up and Rami’s turn. 

This is completely unedited so I apologize for the millions of mistakes that are probably plaguing this piece. 

Warnings: alcohol use, language, and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all)

Word Count: 5285

“No, she said that she thought that I’d be the one that was better at cunnilingus,” Sami shot back.

“No she did not. She said it would be me because ‘I’ve got a mouth made to sin’ according to her,” Rami counters with a shrug.

“We’re identical twins asshole we have the same mouth!”

“So, that doesn’t mean that we are both as equally skilled with it,” Rami counters again.

“I’m still better with my hands and dick though. You may have the oral skills but I have other skills that the ladies love. I’ve never had any complaints,” Sami adds, and Rami rolls his eyes.

“Righttttt and who almost got in trouble when I snuck Michelle in back in eleventh grade. She was definitely not being quiet and was not displeased with my performance skills,” Rami says, which elicits an eye roll from Sami this time.

“BOYS!” you holler trying to catch their attention. They’d been arguing the better part of an hour over some girl that they knew and who was better in bed all around. You were fairly certain that whoever this mystery woman was her assessment of the boys was all speculative. You’d known them for years and had never known them to share a woman, then again, you never know they didn’t share all their secrets with you.

They both turn their heads to look in your direction and you shoot them both a look. Picking up your beer off the table and bringing it your mouth you take a long pull from the bottle. Neither one of the boys dared to say a word, until after you had said whatever it was that you had to say. 

“Ya know boys there is really only one way to figure out who is better in bed!”

“You aren’t going to try and call all of our exes are you? I’m no- I’m a little worried that some of the reports wouldn’t be accurate and a few of my exes aren’t exactly happy with me. I used to be kind of a dick,” Rami says suddenly, eyes wide looking mildly horrified, while Sami just lets out a short bark of laughter.

“Serve you right for being a dick bro. I’m sure my exes would have nothing but praise for my exemplary skills in the bedroom.”

“As amusing as that would be to contact all of your exes, there is another way to settle this debate once and for all. You both are going to have to find a woman that would be willing to sleep with both of you, separately of course, and get her feedback,” you suggest.

Rami’s brows nearly shoot into his hairline while Sami just lets out another bark of laughter.

“I’m sure Mr. Hollywood here can have no problem finding available pussy but I don’t like the idea of it being some random person.” Sami casually mentions in between sips of his rum and coke.

“Yeah, honestly, I don’t really like the idea of fucking some random chick that only knows me as ‘that famous guy from the robot show’. I’d rather it be someone we know that can give an unbiased opinion. If we went the route of me picking someone up I might win by default just because she got to fuck some famous guy,” Rami states.

“Ram since when have you ever had an issue finding some random pussy to fuck? Everyone knows you are a total fucking player. Besides Mr. Hollywood, you can walk into any bar or restaurant and the pussy will literally find you,” Sami says. Rami just frowns and flips his brother the bird while you try not to choke on your beer. 

“Boys! Just stop. As highly entertained as I am by this conversation I think you guys are missing the point. There has got to be some woman on this planet that doesn’t know who you are Rami. Someone that would be willing to experiment,” you start to explain. Stopping for a moment to gather your thoughts and take another sip of your beer when an idea strikes you. Neither of the boys have piped up or offered any other alternative solution so you decide to go ahead and voice your idea.

“Rami you work in Hollywood. Hollywood is known for its lascivious nature, so surely you know someone that knows something about high class escorts. Sure, they are expensive but don’t they get paid a small fortune to buy their silence as well as providing you with a warm wet hole to fuck? Make some phone calls and then explain to her what you want to do. If she agrees, no matter the cost you can have her take notes and then compare them after she has had her turn with both of you.”

“NO!” Both boys shouted in unison with horrified expressions on their faces. The sudden raucous of the raised voices caused a few nearby patrons to look your way out of curiosity.

“Damn boys sorry. It was just a thought. This might be a tougher solution than I thought when I suggested it.”

“So back to square one, who would be the perfect person to do this? I just. It’s kind of nerve wracking though because I don’t want to screw up any relationships with any of our friends. Clearly choosing someone from our pool of mutual friends is probably the best option. They wouldn’t tell anyone about this peculiar situation if they wanted to maintain our friendship.” Sami adds.

For the first time in over an hour silence descends on the table while both boys look deep in thought. Suddenly their heads snap up and they look at each other and nod. Before you know what hit you you had four blue-green eyes staring at you.

“What?” you ask nervously, picking up your beer again to take another sip.

“YN! Come on, you’d be the perfect person to do this. You wouldn’t let something like this interfere with our friendship and you would give us your honest feedback. You wouldn’t lie to either one of us just to inflate our egos.” Rami says, looking hopeful.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea boys. I mean. I’m just. Look at me. I-I-I can, can I think about this?”

“I want to say yes you can, but babe I’m leaving after this next weekend and I’ll be gone for a little over a month. This is kind of a time is of the essence thing,” Rami states with a shrug. 

“I’m gonna need something stronger than this,” you mumble, pushing your chair away from the table and heading towards the bar. 

Once you were back at your table you began taking large sips of whatever cocktail that the bartender had whipped up for you, as you contemplated what to do. Three cocktails and a bunch of awkward conversation later you looked up at both of them and croaked out, “I’ll do it!”

Both boys grinned their same beautiful smiles as they high-fived each other and you raised a brow.

“I'm cumming over Saturday!” Sami exclaimed and then giggled. “I mean, I’m coming over Saturday!” he giggled again, and his brother just shot him a look while you shook your head.

“Wow! I didn’t realize you were so eager to get to fuck me Sam!” You laugh as you avert your gaze. You send up a silent prayer that you won’t end up regretting agreeing to do this.

“YN what’s your schedule like this week? The weekend won’t work for me because I’m leaving Sunday night so I’ll have to come over sometime during the week. Sami is all yours Saturday and then Sunday morning we can all meet up and you can compare your notes and finally settle the debate about which Malek twin is better in bed.”

“As it were, I’m in between gigs right now so I’m free the whole week so just let me know what time and day work best for you Rami and we’ll meet up. I think it’s best if you come to mine so that way there are no sabotages or interruptions,” you inform him shooting Sami, a look who is just sitting there with a devilish grin on his face.

After a few more drinks the three of you decide to call it a night and the boys drop you off at home where you couldn't help but feel a little drunkenly excited for the coming week. It had been far too long since you’d had any kind of intimate relations with anyone and you were definitely looking forward to getting dicked twice in one week. Of course the twins didn’t know that you’d had the biggest crush on Rami since you were like seven after he’d beat up the boy that was harassing you on the playground. You chuckle at the memory of Rami getting into trouble for fighting.

Your dreams that night were definitely very vivid and extremely pornorgraphic and now you were headed into the new week with the thoughts of that dream floating around your head. You’d sell your soul to make it happen. The thoughts of both of them kneeling on either side of you on your bed jerking themselves off on you, and covering your breasts, stomach and thighs with their cum was enough to make you start salivating and your panties wet. 

On Tuesday Rami sent you a text asking if you wanted to meet for dinner later, and you’d agreed. The restaurant he told you that you were going to was definitely the type of place that you’d never have been able to afford on your own but Rami reassured you that it was his treat. His turn to wine and dine you. This is it. It was Rami’s night to show you what he could do in the sack, the dinner was just an excuse for the two of you to talk and become a little more relaxed before you got down to business.

You took your time to prepare for the evening. You’d splurged on a manicure, pedicure and a bikini wax. You weren’t sure of Rami’s preferences for body hair but you felt good. Choosing your favorite red dress from the closet and pulling it on, glancing at yourself in the mirror you smile. You looked damn good. Just as you were swiping your lipstick on you heard the doorbell;  sliding your feet into your black pumps that he had gifted you two years ago, you head to the door.

Grabbing your black clutch from the table in your entryway, you swing the door open. Rami was dressed in a nice suit complete with black tie, holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers.. You can feel his eyes rake up and down your body and he lets out a low whistle. 

“You look amazing,” he smiles at you, as he hands you the bouquet. You invited him in for a moment after he reassured you the car wasn’t going anywhere, so that you can go put the flowers in a vase. He followed you into the kitchen, the nervousness rolling off of him in waves. At this point you have no idea who was more nervous about the events of this evening. 

“Same could be said for you Malek.”

“Oh this thing. I’ve had it in my closet for ages but haven’t worn it yet,” he rambles nervously.

You get the flowers unwrapped and into the vase full of water and then letting out a soft sigh you turn to him and ask,”Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” was his response. He casually grabs your hand as you make your way back to the door. You turn to lock the door and he puts his hand on your waist as he leads you to the fancy black car that was waiting at the end of your driveway. He opens the door for you and confidently says, “Ladies first.”

You giggle and slide into the car. He follows a few seconds later and then slams the door closed. He looks over at you and takes your left hand into his right one and gives it a soft squeeze. 

“So?” you ask.

“So” he responds with a smile.

“Are you-excited for tonight?”

“YN, honestly, it’s all I’ve thought about since Saturday night. I-I-I hope this doesn’t make things awkward because I’m really good at doing that, but I- I - I’m excited. I know that you haven’t been with anyone in a while and so it’s going to be such a pleasure for me to show you what I can do, but also have some fun,” he says, nervously scratching the back of his head with his left hand. He gives your hand another squeeze but you couldn’t help the smile that was slowly  spreading across your face. 

“Honestly Ram, it’s all I’ve thought about too. I-I-uh- had a dream about this on Saturday night.”

He lets out a nervous chuckle, “I hope I can live up to your dream expectations.”

“I'm more than positive that you will Rami, so don’t be nervous. We can’t both be nervous or we’ll just freak each other out and then this whole thing will have been for nothing.”

You catch his eyes and you both laugh, his hand never leaving yours.

Dinner went by way too quickly as you chatted away happily, ate the best meal you’ve ever had, and imbibed several glasses of champagne that Rami insisted on. He joked that this was a celebration of sorts though you couldn’t figure out exactly what. You just figured the champagne was mostly for the nerves. 

The two of you had previously discussed him staying the night in the event that one or both of you got a little intoxicated at dinner and it didn’t make sense for him to have a car on standby. You also didn’t think it was fair to have the car waiting because neither of you were aware of how long you would otherwise be indisposed. 

In the car on the way back you sat in the middle this time, with your head resting on his shoulder, while his right hand held your left one firmly, his thumb gently stroking the soft skin of your hand. Neither of you were conversing just content to be in silence mostly due to nerves.  The closer that the car got to pulling up to your house the tension in the air became palpable. Both of you let out a shaky breath as the car came to a stop in front of your place. The butterflies in your stomach had you feeling oddly restless and you were squirming in your seat while Rami’s left leg was bouncing restlessly. Despite all the nerves you were also plagued with arousal. You’d had a crush on him for so long that getting a chance to finally get to find out exactly what he is like in bed is a dream come true for you, though you’d never admit it out loud.

As he had earlier at the restaurant, he got out first this time holding a small overnight bag in one hand, as he held out one hand for you. You take the offered hand and slowly slide out of the car. Once you were fully out of the car he wrapped his right arm around your waist and walked with you to the door. Your trembling hands were a dead giveaway to the jitters you were experiencing, as you reached into your clutch to retrieve your house keys. In your frazzled state you’d accidentally dropped them twice, and Rami just lets out a soft chuckle, bends down to pick up your keys and unlocks the door for you. Stepping through the threshold you let out a breath and unthinkingly kick your shoes off by the door and he follows suit, dropping his bag next to his shoes. Your back turned to him so that you could shut and lock the door, he removes his jacket and haphazardly tosses it over his bag not caring that the expensive fabric will be terribly wrinkled in the morning. Turning back around you catch sight of his beautiful hands working his tie loose and carelessly tossing it on top of his jacket. 

Angling your body towards his reaching up to touch his face and then thinking better of it dropping your hand back to your side you open your mouth and barely manage to squeak out,“Soooo.. How do-” 

Shock barely registering as your words were suddenly cut off by his lips on yours.This is it. The  first kiss ever between the two of you and it was soft and hesitant, nearly awkward as if you were teenagers again; it wasn’t until your hands came up to interlock at the back of his head that he deepened the kiss and you nearly faint in his arms as you moan against his mouth. You blame the champagne for the boldness of both your actions, even though you knew it was going to come to this point eventually. Maybe in this case it was like ripping off a band aid the sooner someone initiated the encounter, the easier it will be to go through with it.

When you finally pulled away from each other both of you were damn near breathless, chests heaving, hair mussed, and pupils blown wide with lust. You both just stand in front of each other for a couple of seconds before instinct took over for both of you and your lips crashed together again. All traces of nerves gone from either of you now as your bodies nearly melted together. You both don’t realize that you’d begun moving, stopping only when your backside came in contact with the back of the couch. 

Your whole body felt as if it had been lit on fire and the ache in your core was becoming increasingly unbearable in such an embarrassingly short amount of time. You could feel his arousal pressing against your stomach and all you wanted at that moment was for him to rip your dress off and fuck you senseless. All of your dreams and fantasies could never compare to the reality of actually being intimate with one of your best friends, the one you’d had a crush on for so long. 

“Bed?” he asks breathily, as he smiles at you, his lips swollen lips and a delicious shade of red. 

You nod in response and without warning you find yourself being lifted into his arms and carried down the hall to the master bedroom. He carries you across the threshold and gently sets you down not hesitating at all as he brings your faces back together reigniting whatever passion had been latent for the few moments that it had taken for him to carry you down the hallway. 

You couldn’t help but to feel like he is savoring every moment of this because nothing about this moment is feeling rushed. Your mouths collide again. The passion behind his kisses feels so sincere that you almost allow yourself to feel like this was meant to be, but only allowing that to be a fleeting thought when you remember he is an actor. An award winning, highly skilled actor. This situation was only happening because you’d drunkenly agreed to settle some debate between him and his brother.

Shivering against his touch as his hands slide their way down your shoulders until his fingers come in contact with the zipper on the back of your dress. Begrudgingly pulling your mouth away from his beautifully swollen mouth, God his lips, you could spend eternity kissing those damn lips. It’s almost as if your body is acting purely on instinct because you never realize the moment that your hands glide up his arms, across his shoulders, and then down his chest. Your fingers trembling and struggling with the buttons of his dress shirt. Huffing a little in frustration wanting nothing more than to rip the damn thing to shreds.

His fingers had finished working the zipper down your back and you couldn’t help but to watch the fabric as it fell into a red pool at your feet. He lets out a quiet gasp as he realizes that you are standing before him completely bare. Releasing another huff as you continue to struggle with the buttons of his shirt,he lets out a soft chuckle.

“Let me,” he says, his voice breaking the quiet of the room as he gently pries yours hands away from his shirt. You watch in fascination as his fingers work  the buttons of his dress shirt open at lightning speed, you couldn’t help but to wonder what else those hands were capable of. Then again, that was that the whole point of this right? For each of the boys to prove to you just how well rounded their bedroom skills are. The second the last button is open, you damn near go feral and roughly push the fabric off his shoulders. The material stops moving as it is caught at his wrists and you couldn’t stop watching as he pulls his arms the rest of the way out of the sleeves. You just tosses the shirt, as it flutters to the ground, landing at your feet and on top of the red material of your dress.

You bring your eyes back up to his and for a second you feel shy, exposed. The dress you’d been wearing didn’t allow for underwear and you didn’t see any point since you knew that this is how the night was going to end anyway. 

You unconsciously begin to cover your chest with your arms when you feel his hands come down and gently remove them.

“Don’t hide from me YN. You are so beautiful, don’t ever hide from me,” he says so lovingly that you almost burst into tears. It had been a long time since anyone had ever called you beautiful. 

You can feel his fingers ghost down your sides leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake when his hands settle on your hips. Rami slowly pulls you towards him as he raises his right hand to  brush away a stray bit of hair away from your face. His eyes search yours for a quick moment before his lips find yours once again. You could kiss him forever, his mouth was made for it.

Lifting your hands from where they’d be resting down at your sides, you put your hands on his hips and give a little tug bringing your bodies as close together as humanly possible without being intimately connected. Without thinking you skim your hand along his hip bone to the front of his crotch and begin to palm him through his dress pants eliciting a deep moan from him that was so sinful you nearly came undone. 

The two of you slowly start dancing your way across the floor of your room towards your bed with lips locked, not stopping until the back of your knees made contact with the edge of your mattress. 

You groan in protest when he pulls his mouth away from yours and you frown slightly.

“Lay down for me,” he quietly instructed and there was absolutely no hesitation in your willingness to comply. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you were nearly panting in eager anticipation.

His body slides its way up yours as his mouth starts nipping, kissing, and sucking every inch of skin from your jaw to your navel. Feeling his eyes on your face watching your chest heave as your body writhes against his seeking friction. Your eyes widen in shock as you feel his fingers ghost themselves over your center. 

"Oh my God babe you are completely soaked for me and I’ve barely touched you," he says voice tinged with shock

You can't help the smile that forms as you watch his face disappear between your thighs. Your hips nearly buck off the bed and a noise that you’ve never made before escapes your lips, when you feel his tongue flick your clit, at the same time that he slides a few fingers into your soaking center. His free hand comes up to rest on your hip, in an attempt to keep your hips still. 

“OH GOD” you cry out, and your hands acting on their own accord come down to fist in his curls. You can feel him smirk against you as he hums in delight with the way you’ve been so responsive to his touch in such a short time.

His fingers pump in out of you in time with the movements of your tongue, and you can feel that familiar feeling beginning low in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes screw tightly shut, your body warm and coated with a light sheen of sweat, your chest heaving, and you are babbling a bunch of incoherent nonsense. Unbeknownst to you, your grip tightens exponentially in Rami’s hair and despite the pain radiating through his scalp he never relents.

“Don’t stop Rami. Don’t stop,” you whine and plead.

With another flick of his tongue in combination with the ‘come hither’ motion that his fingers, your legs begin trembling and you're whining out his name. Suddenly that warm feeling spreads from your stomach outward and your body begins to convulse, your thighs snap shut around his head and you can’t stop yourself from grinding into his face. You’d never felt anything like this before, but you are content to ride out this wave of pleasure on Rami’s face. 

“Oh God… Oh God.. Oh God…Rami” you moan, repeating it like a mantra.

You can  hear him mumbling something against your core and you can feel his tongue lapping at your juices. After what feels like an eternity the convulsing in your body stops and your thighs and body relax. You feel high. You’ve never had anyone make you feel like this and it makes you wonder if your suppressed feelings for him is the culprit for this.

Propping yourself up on your elbows you can see his chin is glistening with your juices as he smiles down at you. Weakly attempting to sit up to pull him towards you. This moment that you’ve been so nervous for all night however he just uses his hands to push you back down into the mattress, gently yet firmly.

You can hear the jangle of his belt buckle coming undone followed by a soft ‘thunk’ as his belt and pants hit the hardwood floor.

“Oh Rami,” you whisper so quietly that you don’t think he heard you. His eyes snap up and lock with yours seconds before his naked body slides its way up yours. His lips capture yours for a soft, sweet kiss and you can taste yourself on his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck trying to coax him to deepen the kiss. The nerves are back,your heart is thundering in your chest, and you aren’t sure what his next move is going to be. 

Extracting his lips from yours, he asks if you are ready, both of you take a shaky breath as you make eye contact with him and  whisper,”Yes” 

His forehead rests against yours for a moment, as you breathe each other in. He lets out a little  gasp when you bring your legs up and wrap them around his hips, your sensitive center rubbing against him almost playfully. Your body is in desperate need of something now, something to dull the ache your feel, so you reach down to grab a hold of him. He beats you to it by taking himself in hand and after taking another deep breath he slowly guides himself into you.

You let out a breathy moan as the warm sensation of being filled so completely overwhelms your senses. His eyes are screwed tightly shut, and his breath has hitched. Neither of you move for several seconds just simply basking in the pleasure of being so intimately connected for the first time. It’s a feeling that you only get once with someone. 

The moment both of you regain some semblance of control of your breathing his hips begin to move. This was better than any fantasy or dream you’ve ever had. He is in no hurry to finish and you don’t mind, every slow thrust of his hips brings about a new batch of sensations. At some point your fingers had intertwined with his as he kept his hips moving at a slow, but steady pace. 

Both of you were breathing heavily, your bodies glistening with sweat. His eyes catch yours as you breathily moan out his name, and you feel as if you are in heaven. He doesn’t make any attempt to increase the pace he’s set.

“Oh Rami... “ you mumble. His forehead comes down to rest on yours, and you lift your chin to place some small kisses to his lips.

“Baby you feel so good,” he whispers into your lips. The intimacy of this moment causes a whole new set of feelings to bubble their way to the surface and you couldn’t help the small tear that rolls down your cheek. You don’t think he noticed as you rock your hips with his.

As slow as the pace that he’d set is, it still didn’t stop his cock from hitting all of the right place inside of you, and after twenty minutes you can feel it building. You know he can sense it because he starts to slightly alter the rhythm of his hips as they move in time with yours. 

“Fly with me baby.” he whispers in your ear only moments before your second orgasm of the night washes over you. With your sweaty chests heaving, legs trembling again, and your walls clenching around him it does indeed feel as if you were flying, like your soul has left your body and you were now on some transcendental plane of existence. 

You can feel his body tense above yours and his breathing change as he follows you into orgasmic bliss, emptying himself deep within you, as you clench around him. Neither of you say anything but the gentle whispers of each other's names over and over until he collapses on top of you in a sweaty heap. You untangle your fingers from his and bring your hands up to run your fingers through his hair. 

In the blissful moments afterwards you realize something and it hits you hard. He is the first man that you’ve ever had sex with that has given you an orgasm. You couldn't help the tears that begin leaking from your eyes on their own accord,

“Oh baby, please tell me that it wasn’t that bad?”he questions, soundly slightly alarmed.

“No-no-no Rami, it’s not that. That was. Oh my God, that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s just that. I’ve never had a sexual partner give me an orgasm before, and you’ve given me two in an hour. I’m sorry”

You both hiss when he pulls himself out of you and rolls his body so that he is situated at your side. He pulls you into his arms and gently strokes your hair.

“I’m honored. I love,” he hesitates for a second before continuing,”being able to give my partner an orgasm.”

“Oh Rami- you are-God you are amazing.”

Neither of you spoke again that night. Only sweet kisses and a lot of cuddling until you both fall into a deep sleep feeling completely sated and happy; a tangle of limbs. 

( P A R T T W O )

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 10 - Club Awesomesauce

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 4,414

warnings - language, guns

additional notes at the end

(previous)

Alice changed out of the dress she had been wearing before she and Dean went back to his apartment to get ready for dinner. Sam, Jess, Lexi, Cas, and Hannah got there at 6:00. "What smells so good?" Jess asked, greeting Dean and Alice with kisses on the cheek each.

"Chinese takeout," Dean said sarcastically.

"Yeah, not a chance," Sam said.

"It's nothing special," Alice said. "I just made some homemade pizza and breadsticks."

"Nothing special?" Jess repeated. "You have been hearing what Dean feeds us, right?"

After dinner, Dean suggested they all go up to the rooftop. "The roof?" Alice repeated. Dean just smiled as they all piled into the elevator and took it one more story up. The rooftop terrace had couches, lights in the planters surrounding the area, and twinkling lights strung wherever they could be. Alice was speechless as she looked around, and she was so focused on enjoying the beauty that she jumped when Dean put his arm around her. The others were already sitting on the couches, but she was still standing in awe.

"How come you've never brought me up here?" she asked.

"You've only been here twice," Dean said with a laugh.

"This is a first visit thing!" she said. Dean chuckled, and the two of them joined the others on the couch. The women were all nursing glasses of wine, but Sam and Cas were drinking beer while Dean was drinking whiskey. He, as usual, pulled Alice as close to him as he could before she wiggled away in embarrassment. Lexi was sitting on the ground a few feet away from the adults playing with the toys she had brought along.

"Well," Dean said, "Alice is officially part of the club." Everyone let out cheers as Alice stared at them, confused.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Once you find out about the job," Sam explained, "you're in the club."

She chuckled. "Does this club have a name?"

"Hm," Dean hummed. "I've never thought about it before."

"Well, all good clubs have a name," she said. "I won't be a part of a club that doesn't have a cool name."

"Why don't you give us a name?" Dean said.

"Nah, I'm not that creative," she said back.

"Hey Lex!" Jess called to her daughter. "What should our club's name be?"

Without even looking up from her toys, she yelled back, "Club Awesomesauce."

"There we go," Hannah said with a laugh. "Welcome to Club Awesomesauce." They all clinked their glasses together in cheers.

"Dean says you got out of it?" Alice said to Sam.

He nodded. "Once Jess got pregnant, it didn't really make sense. So my job went to Cas."

"Your job?" she repeated.

"Cas is my bitch," Dean said sarcastically. Cas rolled his eyes and took another sip of his beer.

"I'm the number two," Cas said. "If Dean prematurely kicks the can, the family goes to me."

"Dean said there's 21 members of your family." She hesitated. "That's what you call it, right? Family?" They all nodded. "So, are the two of you in charge of everybody?"

"Technically speaking," Dean said, "I'm in charge of everyone, and Cas is my right hand man. Under us are our four capos. Each of the four capos have four soldiers."

"Okay," she said slowly. "What do they all do?"

"Illegal trades," he said, "deals, enforcing blackmail, hits when I ask."

"Well, don't sugarcoat it for her," Jess said sarcastically.

"I don't need it sugarcoated," Alice said. "I can handle it."

"Honestly, it's mostly weapons and drug trades," Dean said. "We have direct contact with guys who cook up meth, PCP, cocaine, the works. We sell it in bulk to big buyers."

"Weapons work the same," Cas added. "We know weapons manufacturers, and we sell them off to people who can't otherwise get their hands on them."

"What about your building investments?" she asked.

"I helped the restaurant get on its feet," Dean explained. "Now they pay me every month for compensation. That's how most of our deals with businesses work."

"And this place?" she asked, implying the complex by motioning around her.

Dean smiled. "This was just for fun."

"Oh yeah," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Because everyone buys apartment complexes for fun." The others laughed, and Dean chuckled and kissed her cheek.

When the night came and the others left, Alice and Dean stayed up on the terrace for a little while, watching the twinkling lights of the city. "You know what would be cool?" she said to him.

"Hm?" he hummed back.

"If you got a projector and projector screen," she said. "You could watch movies out here like your own personal theater."

"That would be awesome," he said, his eyes almost lighting up. "I can't believe I never thought about that before."

"I guess I'm just way smarter than you," she teased back.

After a while, Alice started getting tired, so she went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She was surprised to find her brand of makeup wipes, face wash, deodorant, and toothpaste on the counter. Next to Dean's toothbrush was a brand new one. "Dean?" she called.

"Yeah?" he called back from the other room.

"Where'd you get all this stuff?"

Dean came into the bathroom to see what she was talking about. He looked at the counter where all her things were and smiled. "I saw you brought your own stuff the other day," he said. "There's also-" He cleared his throat, almost like he was nervous for a moment. "I asked Jess what kind of shampoo and soap she uses. It might not be what you like, but I figured it's better than my stuff."

"You didn't have to do all that," she said, feeling a blush creep on her cheeks. Dean smiled and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing her cheek.

"I know," he said. "I just want my girl to have what she needs when she comes to stay."

The way he said my girl made her heart flutter. Dean could see it in her face, and it made him smile. He kissed her cheek again. "Hurry up," he said. "Bed's gonna get cold without you." She laughed and nodded, then he left her so she could finish getting ready. He gave her a clean t-shirt to wear, and she flopped into bed while he chuckled and got himself ready for the night. It only took him a few minutes, but when he came back out, Alice was already close to asleep. He got into bed beside her, and she curled up beside him.

Dean thought for a moment before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You still awake?" he whispered.

She hummed. "No."

He chuckled and kissed the same spot again. "I've got a meeting tomorrow with the family," he said. "I'd like you to come, if you're willing." She rolled over slightly and looked at him.

"Really?" she asked. "What for?"

"Well," he said, "I'd like people to meet you. To know you're someone I care about."

"Yeah?" she said, unable to hide the surprise in her voice. He smiled and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Is that okay?"

"Sure," she said with a smile. "I guess I'd like to see you in your element."

"Good," he said, his own smile growing. "A lot of those people are really important to me. I think you'll like them."

"Anyone I should know about before we go in?" she asked. He thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"No," he said. "It's better to just wait." She chuckled, only to have a yawn crawl up her throat instead. Dean kissed her forehead again. "Get some sleep, sweetheart." She nodded, and within moments, she was asleep. Dean followed soon after.

The next morning, Alice woke up and burrowed under the covers. She had grown to realize that Dean kept his house fairly cold. When she reached out to pull him closer to her, she came up empty. She sat up, propping herself up on her elbows, then blinked to clear the sleepy blurriness from her eyes. He surprised her when he rounded the corner from the bathroom. His hair was damp, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist. She hadn't realized her lips had parted slightly until he walked over to the bed. His knees hit the side opposite her, and he propped himself up on his hands, leaning close to her. "Enjoying the show?" he teased. She tried to mask her true feelings by playfully shrugging.

"I've seen better," she said.

"Oh, have you?" he laughed.

"Yeah," she said. "I've seen tons of sexy shirtless men dripping wet in front of me."

"Sexy, am I?" he said.

"Mhm," she hummed, "but don't let it inflate your ego."

"Too late, sweetheart."

She smiled and moved up to her knees, getting close enough to him to put her hand on the back of his head and bring his lips to hers. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and she giggled against his lips as they fell onto the bed. He pulled away from her with a grin. "Alright," he said. "I can't afford to be hard this morning. Get your pretty butt ready to go."

"What time's your meeting?" she asked.

"Ten," he said. "It's 8:30 now. I hope that's enough time."

"I don't have clothes," she said. "What am I supposed to wear?"

"You've got your shorts from yesterday, yeah?" he said. "You can wear one of my shirts."

"I don't even have clean underwear," she countered. Dean smirked and kissed her nose.

"Easy solution," he said. "Don't wear any."

She tried to fight the blush on her cheeks as she pushed herself out of bed. "I'm gonna take a shower," she said. He nodded, so she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

When 9:45 rolled around, Dean told Alice it was time to go. "Where's the meeting?" she asked as she buckled into the Impala.

"A little secret spot we have," he said. "You'll like it."

"That sounds like you're leading me to a place where you can murder me," she said. He chuckled and started the car, turning up the tunes as they started their drive.

When Dean turned into the middle of the woods, Alice could feel her anxiety rising. She really hadn't known Dean for that long. Maybe just a little over two weeks. Probably not even two and a half. Her Criminal Minds instincts started to kick in. Killers didn't usually wait this long to kill their victims. Dean wasn't about to slaughter her in the middle of the woods, right?

Then again, she did just learn about his secret job. She was in Club Awesomesauce. Maybe "Alice is part of the club" was code for "I'm about to kill another one."

"Sweetheart," Dean said, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked at him, then looked out the window to see they were no longer driving. He put his hand on her cheek, and she instinctively flinched. "Are you okay?" She didn't say anything, only swallowed nervously. "You don't really think I'm about to kill you, do you?" he asked. She thought at first that he was making fun of her, but she quickly realized he was actually concerned.

"Course not," she said. Dean raised his eyebrows, and she sighed. "Well, can you blame me for being a little hesitant?" she asked. "I am human." Dean licked his lips and nodded, now biting back a smirk.

"What can I do to make you feel safer?" he asked.

"Mm, I don't know," she said, picking at her fingernails.

"Do you want my gun?" he asked. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What?" she hissed.

"Here." He reached behind him and pulled his gun out of the waistband of his pants. How long had that been in there? How had she not noticed it before? "Do you want it?" She hesitated. He turned the gun over in his hand and pressed a button on its side. Something ejected from the handle, and Dean showed her that it was full of bullets. "Do you know how to use a gun?"

"No," she said.

"Okay," he said. "It's real simple. This here-" He showed her a small lever near the back of the pistol. "-is the safety. You make sure that's off before you try and shoot. Then you slide this back-" He slid back the top of the gun before releasing it. "Then, you aim and shoot."

"I don't want to shoot," she said.

"That's fine," he said. Still, he clicked the safety back on and handed her the gun. "Just hold it in case you change your mind."

"How do I know this is the only gun you have on you?" she asked.

He smirked. "You could do a strip search if you want."

"Ha ha," she said sarcastically. Dean leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips before they both got out of the car. He led her into the abandoned looking building, and to say Alice was surprised at what was inside was an understatement. She looked around in awe at the building, and Dean put his arm around her and placed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Welcome to the bunker," he said. "I think everyone's already here." He looked at her, then let his eyes wander down to where she was awkwardly gripping the gun in her hand. "You good?" he asked. She looked down at her hand as well, then looked up at him and nodded.

"I'm good," she said.

"Still don't trust me?" he asked.

"It could be an ambush," she countered. Dean chuckled, but held his hands up in surrender, and the two of them walked into the bunker. Once they got down the stairs, they walked through a room with some computers and control panels of sorts, and then entered a huge library. That was where everyone was waiting. She assumed that these were all 21 people who worked for Dean. For some reason, she gripped the pistol tighter. Dean held her other hand and squeezed it gently.

Everyone stood up when Dean walked in. He nodded at them, and they sat back down. Dean sat in the chair at the head of the table, and before Alice could even look and see if there was a chair for her, he pulled her onto his lap. She put the gun down on the table in front of her. She hated the feeling of everyone's eyes on her, but she refused to bury her face in his neck and hide, even though that was what she wanted to do.

"First things first," Dean said to everyone, "this is my girl, Alice. This means she is in this family, so you protect her like she's family. If she tells me any of you hurt her in any way, I'll put a bullet through your brain without hesitating, is that understood?" Everyone in the room chorused back a yes, sir, and Dean nodded. "Alice," he said, his nose brushing against her cheek, "this is-" He began motioning around the table, introducing everyone.

To his immediate left was Bobby, the first capo, followed by his four soldiers: Dorothy, Charlie, Garth, and Meg. Then came his second capo, Rufus, and his soldiers, Bela, Kevin, Anna, and Eileen. The third capo was Ellen. Her soldiers included her daughter, Jo, and three others named Ash, Benny, and Arthur (who everyone called Ketch). Finally, there was Jody, and her soldiers, Claire, Donna, Jack, and Amara. To Dean's direct right sat Cas who smiled at Alice.

She smiled nervously at everyone, and while she didn't pride herself in being exceptional at reading people, she could clock about three women she didn't like, or rather who didn't like her. The looks she got from Jo, Bela, and Anna were bordering on uncomfortable. What countered that were the smiles she got from so many of the others, like Bobby, Jody, Jack, Donna, Benny, Charlie, Eileen, and Kevin. Everyone else was indifferent, which she figured was still better than whatever she got from Jo, Bela, and Anna.

Alice listened to the topics of the meeting, though most of it she didn't understand or didn't really care about. After a while, she got bored and adjusted herself on Dean's lap so she could rest her head comfortably on his shoulder. She played with the buttons on his flannel and traced the patterned lines. Her mind started to drift. Didn't mob bosses dress in suits? Maybe he didn't wear them during family meetings. Maybe it wasn't that formal. Maybe it didn't actually matter. Maybe she was just overthinking it so she didn't have to think about all the eyes on her.

"Do we have any updates on Lucifer?" Anna asked towards the end of the meeting.

"Crowley has men on it this week," Dean said.

"Can you give us any updates on the plan at all?" she pressed.

"We don't have a plan yet," Dean said. "Right now we're still in the information gathering process. Charlie still has alerts set waiting for anything he might do that could pop up, like using an alias or showing up on a security camera."

"All due respect," Meg said, "what exactly is it that we're waiting for? You know he's in the area."

"But we're not going to run in circles until we find him," Dean said, his voice raising. "We need to find his central location or get a handle on his routine."

"So we track his daily movements," Meg said.

"He hasn't been seen since he was in New York," Rufus said. "We have no movements to track."

"Then we're going to continue getting nowhere," she said. "I don't understand this plan at all."

"Meg I swear to god," Dean started to say, "if you don't shut your fucking mouth, there will be consequences."

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Alice hadn't even realized she had reached for Dean's hand until he squeezed it. "The minute Crowley and I have a plan, we will send word out," he said. "I have a meeting with Crowley tomorrow. We're getting somewhere. I know we all want to see Lucifer gone, and Crowley and I are going to make that happen. You all need to trust that we're doing what needs to be done. Is that understood?"

Again, everyone chorused back agreements, and in a few minutes, Dean dismissed the meeting. He motioned for Alice to get off his lap so he could stand up. "There's some people I want you to meet," he said, taking her hand in his. They walked over to the man he had introduced as Bobby. "Alice, this is Bobby," Dean said. "He raised me better than my own father."

"Damn right I did," Bobby said. He smiled warmly at Alice and reached out to shake her hand.

"It's nice to meet you," she said. Standing with Bobby was Jody and three of her soldiers.

"Now, I try to keep this quiet," Dean said, "but Jody's faction might be my favorite. No offense, Bobby." Bobby chuckled and held his hands up.

"That's no secret," the girl he had introduced as Charlie said, walking over to them. "Everyone knows you pick favorites."

"It just doesn't bother you because you're one of them," Dean said, pulling Charlie in for a hug. Dean reintroduced Alice to Jody's soldiers -Claire, Donna, and Jack- as well as Benny, Kevin, and Eileen who had wandered over. Everyone around her were people who had smiled upon her entrance, so she felt comfortable in the group.

"Hey, Mr. Winchester."

Everyone in the circle turned at the sound of someone joining the group. Alice thought -if memory served her- it was Jo. She put her hand on Dean's shoulder, and he just looked at her, his eyes emotionless. "What do you want, Jo?" he asked.

"I just wanted to say hi to the new girlfriend," she said, her eyes trained on Alice. "You sure are cute, aren't you? Where did Dean find you? Daycare?"

"Drop it, Jo," Dean said coldly.

"I'm just being friendly," she said, looking at Dean with big, faux innocent eyes. "You know, Alice, he hasn't brought a girl around here in a long time. You must think you're pretty special."

The tone of Jo's voice made Alice think being special wasn't a thing to be proud of.

"Let me guess," she said, "you've been together for a little over two weeks."

"How did you-"

"Because it's been about two weeks since Dean called me to get his dick wet," she said, cutting her off.

"Jo!"

"Face it honey," she said, ignoring Dean again. "You're not special at all. Just a new way for him to pass the time. Sooner or later he'll get bored and call me. Or, let's see, Bela maybe? Anna? Amara? He's got a black book full of names, Alice."

"Okay, Miss Chatterbox," Donna suddenly said, grabbing Jo by the forearm, "let's get you out of here." She shot Alice and Dean an apologetic look before dragging Jo away. Alice couldn't meet anyone's eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she was so humiliated. The group was very quiet, and she cleared her throat, breaking the silence.

"I'll just be a minute," she said, still not looking up at anyone. She felt tears pooling in her eyes as she turned around and left the room. She heard Dean call her name but ignored him. She had no idea where she was going, but she knew she wanted to get away from everyone. The bunker was massive, and it didn't take long for her to get lost. Before she knew it, she found herself in a random hallway, completely turned around. She couldn't hold it back anymore, so she leaned against the wall and sunk to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest as she let the tears fall.

When she heard footsteps coming towards her, she wiped her tears away quickly. She was expecting it to be Dean, so she was surprised to see Jody. The woman gave her a soft smile before sitting beside her on the floor. They were both quiet for a few minutes, and after a while, Alice wasn't sure Jody was going to talk at all until finally-

"I've got two girls myself," Jody said. "About your age. Claire's one of them. They're both adopted. Good girls. Lots of drama though. And let me tell you, I've seen my fair share of bitchy ex-girlfriends." Alice finally looked up at Jody, and Jody gave her a tight smile. "Jo's gotta be the worst though."

Alice managed a soft giggle as she shook her head and looked down at the floor again. "You can't take anything she says to heart," Jody continued.

"But she was telling the truth, wasn't she?" she asked. "He really has slept with all of them?"

She wasn't sure what it was about Jody that made her so ready to open up. She just felt like whatever she said would be received without judgement, and she needed that.

"I'm sure he has," Jody said, "but I hardly think that matters if he's with you now." Alice didn't say anything. "Hey-" Jody bumped shoulders with her. "-you should feel special that he brought you here. He takes this job pretty seriously, and he wouldn't bring just anyone into it. Don't let Jo make you think that's not a big deal. It is."

Both women looked up when footsteps echoed through the hall. This time, it was Dean. "Are you okay?" he asked, walking over to them. Jody stood up, so Alice followed suit.

"I'm fine," she said, giving him a smile.

"She just needed a mother's touch," Jody said playfully. "I thought I'd step in and provide." Alice thought Dean was going to say something playful back, but he just hugged Jody and muttered something in her ear that made her smile.

Dean and Alice stayed at the bunker a little longer, chatting with some of the people who had lingered. She realized quickly that she really liked Jody, Jack, and Charlie. She wasn't sure what it was, but she clicked with them right away. She was almost sad to leave them.

"Do you want to hang out tonight?" Dean asked her as they walked to the car. "I can make some dinner."

"Okay," she agreed with a nod. "Can you drop me home first? I want to get some other clothes and stuff for tomorrow so I don't have to head home before school."

"So you're just inviting yourself to spend the night now?" Dean teased. She smiled and shrugged.

"You can turn me away if you really want," she said.

He smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart."

Dean dropped her off at home, and Alice said she would drive herself over later so she could head straight from his place to school in the morning. This also meant she had to grab all of her teaching materials, so she packed her teacher bag to bring along.

There was one other reason she wanted to go home before going to Dean's. She stripped herself of her clothes and went into the shower, tying her hair up so she didn't have to wash it again. She grabbed her razor and looked down at her body. She had trimmed down there before, but that was more for maintenance and to ensure she could wear a swimsuit without any unwanted hair showing. This was different though. She had always heard that guys preferred a clean shaven woman, so she took a deep breath and got to work.

While she didn't like how she had to contort her body to reach her lady bits, she couldn't deny that she kind of liked the feeling of being shaven. But she didn't care what she liked. She just hoped Dean was okay with it.

Because what Jo had said had gotten under her skin, even though she tried so hard not to let it. She didn't want Dean to drop her for some better sex, so tonight, she was going to make sure she made his time with her worthwhile.

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A/N - am I the only one who never really liked Jo? idk man

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Blow Your Mind

; Hoseok x Reader, Fantasy Soyeon x Reader (G)-Idle

; Genre: Smut

; Word Count: 3.4k

; Warnings: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, very light spanking, fantasy fxf oral and fingering

; Synopsis: When you can’t stop gushing about a classmate you find talented and beautiful, your boyfriend decides to paint a fantasy for you involving her while he makes your night

; A/N: Hi, yes. Still struggling to write. Started writing this as just a way to get something done. Ended up with 3.4k. I love Hoseok. I love Soyeon. This happened lmao Please enjoy and I haven’t proof read

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“Have you heard this song that Soyeon’s produced for her music production class? Oh my god, I’m dying it’s so damn good. What the actual fuck,” You whine to your boyfriend, rolling halfway onto his body as you flail with too much energy. “Maybe you should ask if she wants to collaborate on a song or something for your final project.”

Hoseok hums lightly to himself, looking down at his phone as he scrolls through aimless pages on some subreddit he’s got obsessed with lately. He’s looking particularly fine tonight, with his white shirt clinging to him delightfully as it twists on his slim figure, and you blame that for your sudden rise in hormones.

There’s been a lack of intimate contact over the last week due to busy commitments on both your sides. One of the down sides to you both working a part-time job to fund the little apartment you’d moved into for your last year of college was that it meant you actually had to work around your class schedule.

Which meant that Hoseok was often working when you were free and you were working when he was. Today however, was a rare night off for you both and you’d begged him to stay in and just spend quality time with each other instead of going to the giant rager his fraternity brothers were throwing.

They’d given him only a mild amount of teasing when he’d decided to leave the frat house to move in with you after three years of dating, and you knew that they all loved you. Well, they loved your cooking at least and there was that old saying about the way to a man’s heart…

Still, he’s obviously been working hard in his dance classes that are scheduled carefully around his music classes as you feel the firm muscles of his abdomen flex underneath your fingertips as you trail them gently along the expanse of his front. “Baby...are you listening?”

“Of course I am. You’re gushing about Soyeon again.” Hoseok says idly, bottom lip mushed underneath his top as his eyes go a little wide behind his large circular glasses. He’s got a weird fashion craving lately for wearing increasingly odd looking spectacles and though you tease him relentlessly...he manages to pull it off.

“That’s because she’s amazing. And I think you’re amazing, so I think you’d both make a great song together. You’ve heard her rapping right? Along with the voice of a demon in disguise as an angel. That would be a song for the ages.” You sigh and flop back onto your back, letting your head rest against his stomach as he chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair.

“You know, at this rate I’m half convinced that you want me to start dating her or marry her or something. Shouldn’t it be me you’re always getting excited about?” Twisting your head, you look up at him where his brow is quirked up, pink lips turned up into a smirk and your face scrunches automatically.

“I suck your dick, isn’t that enough to inflate your ego?” He sorts out loud before contorting himself until he can press a kiss to your lips, the position awkward and not romantic or sexy. Still, the way his hand trails along the bare skin of your chest between the straps of your top has you getting hot for him fast.

He never has to do much work because despite his teasing, you’d always be hot for one Jung Hoseok.

“Oh yeah? I bet you’d let her eat you out if she asked.” Humming to yourself, you work hard to control your breathing as his fingers run along the edge of your top and skim the sensitive skin of your stomach underneath. He’s playing with the elastic waistband of your pyjama shorts lazily and despite your best intentions, you can’t stop the way your hips wriggle in anticipation of his touch.

“Of course I would. Have you seen her? You’d let your dick get sucked by her too. And I’m half tempted to say I’d watch because it’d be hot as shit.” A tiny whimper leaves you as his hand slyly makes it way beneath your shorts and the band of your boy short style underwear, your senses going wild as he explores the area just above where you need him.

“I don’t know. I do like your pretty lips wrapped around me. And I think I’d get more enjoyment watching you lose yourself to her. Can you imagine it? She’d give you that narrow eyed look that just screams sex and you’d melt into a puddle at her feet, falling to your knees as you give her those needy eyes that just beg for you to be taken care of.” He shifts behind you, tugging at your body with his free hand until you’re firmly in between his legs with your back to his chest.

The position is familiar, as you’ve cuddled in it plenty of times before but this is the first time you’ve done anything sexual like this. Normally you’d be on top of him, but despite the prodding of his erection against your lower back, he seems pretty content in building a fantasy world for you that involves another woman.

A tut falls from his lips as the movement distracts you away from the image he’s building and with a quick move of his wrist he has his index finger pressing against the sensitive bud of your clit firmly. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as you close your eyes, pressing back into him while your hips try to lift and he presses a kiss to your neck.

“Get them wet for me baby, we’ve got a bit of work to do.” He says as he pulls his hand out and gestures for you to relieve yourself of your lower garments before pressing his fingers into your mouth, a quiet groan leaving his mouth as you let your tongue play with him as you get them plenty wet enough for his needs.

As his hand moves back down, you immediately spread your legs and gasp slightly as the cool air hits your vulnerable centre, shuddering slightly. The gasp soon turns sensual as his presses his fingers back against where you need him most, moving them in slow but steady circles just like you’d taught him all those years ago.

“Are you imagining it for me baby? Imagine we’re in this position on our bed, me at your back while she’s laying between your legs. Looking up at you now with those big eyes that are letting you know just how desperate she is to taste you here.” He gives a particularly hard swivel of his fingers then and the jolt of pleasure has you gasping out as your body shivers delightfully.

“I bet she’d lean forward slowly, so slowly that you feel the heat of her breath on your pussy and she can smell you long before she’s had that taste she wants so badly. You’d be glistening for her, so wet that you’re almost dripping with excitement as you whine against me, rutting your hips against nothing while I grind my cock against your back.” You let out a garbled noise for him as your hips lift up in response to his words, getting the pressure of his fingers just right against you as he takes some of the wetness that’s leaking from your desperate entrance now and rubbing it against the swollen flesh in the centre.

“Oh god Hoseok.” Breathes fall from you in pants, the hint of a moan laced in every one as you keep your eyes closed tightly to let the fantasy world he’s taking you to stay real. He’s always had a way with words, and you’ve never been more grateful until now.

“She’d press that pretty pink tongue of hers against this wet pussy, sliding it deep into you before slowing moving up and giving you tiny, little kitten licks against your clit. Just enough to make you moan but not enough to give you what you really need. All you’d see of that beautiful face would be her eyes focused on you while her nose presses against you, her mouth busy with eating you out with the sole intention of making you scream out her name.” His fingers slide down your pussy with ease, the slick wetness making his movements easier than ever and you groan out, skin hot and sticky with sweat.

A quick move of his wrist has his index and middle finger sliding into your soaked channel, your body so turned on and ready for him that there’s almost no resistance to his intrusion. He moves slowly, letting his fingers get reacquainted with the heat of your silken walls and you pant as he scissors them for a second, the stretch burning ever so slightly with a pain that’s more pleasure than anything else.

“You know she’d see the way you keep clenching around nothing, your pussy quivering for something and leaking all that wetness that she keeps lapping up so eagerly. She’d tell you that you taste so good, that she never wants to stop tasting you and she wonders if you’d feel as good as you taste.” They slide out of you once more to run tight circles around your clit till your thighs tremble before he’s stopping again, letting the high that had been building relax as his fingers slip back into the slick warmth of you.

Hoseok growls against your neck as you tighten around them, his mouth coming down on your skin to suck a bruise into it before he’s biting down hard enough to make it smart. Almost immediately you groan and let your head fall to the side before he lets go, licking along your neck before nosing at your ear and letting his tongue trail along it so slowly it sends shivers down your back.

“I bet she’d push her fingers into this tight little pussy then; two of them would slip into you so easily that she’d add a third just so that you get something to make you feel full. Sliding into you with no resistance because you’re so wet and ready for her; moaning out as she feels every ridge inside you while you clench around them. She’d know how to please you so well too, twisting those fingers around until she’s rubbing against that spot that makes you moan and whine so prettily, pressing down on that bundle of nerves insistently until you can’t feel your toes.” It’s almost fascinating how well he’s describing it, his own fingers curling and hitting your g-spot so exquisitely that your toes are indeed curling while your legs start to feel funny.

You’d described the experience to him often, and you’re almost surprised at how well he must have listened to you. It makes it all the better now.

“Fuck Hoseok, fuck-” You gasp out, writhing against his body desperately as you feel the edge of an orgasm coming quick at the insistent touch of him. His fingers drive into you relentlessly while the heel of his palm rubs at your clit with each movement, rising the pleasure in your body higher and higher until you feel like an elastic band ready to snap at any moment.

“Imagine it baby, she’d finger you so hard that you can hear how wet you are, so slick all for her while you rut against me pathetically. She’d laugh all husky and low like you love, give you that smirk that makes your knees weak before moving forward and sucking your clit into her mouth tightly.” You keen highly against him, one hand squeezing at your covered breast needily while the other grasps at his wrist. Whether it’s to stop him or keep him going, you don’t know but he ignores you anyway as he presses an open mouthed kiss to the tendon of your throat.

“Yeah, you’d make these same noises as she did that. Mewling and whining pathetically, wiggling as you try to reach that orgasm that she’s driving you towards. And she’d be so good at it too. Her tongue would be so hot and wet against you, firm and slick against your pussy while her fingers would fill you up and press against all the right spots. You’d be so wet for her, leaking everywhere and ruining the covers.” The sounds of your bedroom consist of your heavy breathing now, lust filled moans punctuating the air frequently while the slick sounds of flesh against flesh provide a sensual soundtrack that has you going even further.

“Cum for me baby, cum for her. Cum against her mouth and soak her face, tighten that pussy around her fingers till she can barely even move them inside you.” He whispers devilishly, biting down on your neck once more while his hand works furiously inside you.

The deep tone of his voice tickling your skin combines with his fingers in your pussy and the surreal fantasy he’s built in your head until you clench around him tightly, a hand clamping on his wrist firmly while your entire body seizes up before you’re convulsing as orgasmic bliss washes over you. A long moan leaves your throat, deep and filled with all the pleasure you’re feeling as your hips buck up to meet his hand as he continues to finger you almost furiously, curled up against your g-spot that feels so sensitive now.

It’s only when you’re whining against him, pressing your face into his that he finally relents and brings his hand up for you both to look at. Tiredly, you watch as he flexes his fingers before stretching them out and you both admire the wet juices that coat his hand so beautifully, thick enough to string together.

He lets out a happy sigh before popping them into his mouth, licking each one clean before shifting your face to his and pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. It’s one of possession and triumph, his tongue licking into your mouth to claim every part of you and you submit to it with happily, your post-orgasmic state making you content to let him do whatever he wants.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” Hoseok whispers against your lips when he pulls away, still close enough for your noses to brush and for you to see the way his pupils are blown out in sheer lust. The thick length pressed to your lower back lets you know that he probably won’t be too long, but you just nod happily with a smile before rolling over onto your front, lifting a leg up just enough that he can see the sticky mess that’s your pussy.

A quiet curse leaves him as he shifts onto his knees, pushing his sweatpants off him and throwing them somewhere into the depths of your room before yanking that delightful white shirt off. Letting your head rest on your arms, you look back at him with a smile as he takes his cock into his hand and gives himself a good stroke or two.

Hoseok’s eyes focus on you and a brow raises as he shuffles closer, using his free hand to stroke the exposed skin of your ass before he swats it lightly. “Do you want it bare or condom?”

“Bare. You’ve already made a mess of me, might as well make it really messy. Besides, that was a hot fantasy. Now I want you to fulfil my cum kink and let you get off on your fantasy.” You tease lightly and he lets out a soft chiding noise, another swat making the round of your ass jiggle slightly.

“Rude. I was so nice to you, giving you this hot lesbian fantasy with the girl you’re half in love with. Letting you imagine yourself getting eaten out and fingered by her when it was my fingers that made you cum.” He grumbles to himself quietly, running his fingers along your pussy to catch your wetness which he uses as a makeshift lube on his cock.

You’re so wet that you don’t even need lube now, and as he moves over you to stroke the tip of his erection against your entrance you sigh happily. The fantasy was nice, but there’s nothing as nice as your boyfriend’s dick inside you.

Hoseok pushes in, not bothering to move slowly as you welcome the slight stretch he gives you that two fingers just can’t accomplish. A strained moan leaves him as he bottoms out, his hips pressed firmly to your ass while he places his hands on either side of your shoulders to give him the best position to drill into you.

And drill he does, not even bothering to try to give you a second orgasm or anything. The sensation of his thick cock stroking all those sensitive parts inside you that he’d coaxed into the wonderful orgasm earlier was more than enough for you, and you play your part in encouraging him to come wonderfully.

Tensing your thighs, you lift your hips up in the awkward position till you’re meeting Hoseok’s own hips and the sound of skin slapping against skin plays out once more in the room. Only this time it’s more intense and the texture of the fabric of your covers rubbing against your clit provides even more sensations that overwhelm your senses.

“Oh god Hoseok, yes.” You gasp out quietly into your arms, closing your eyes once more to focus on the sensations as your body jerks forward with each insistent thrust of his hips. He grunts in response, breathing loud against your ear and you squeeze down tightly on your inner muscles to grasp at him in a silken grip he can never replicate.

The sensation has him gasping out himself, a slight whine making it higher pitched than usual as he fucks through the tightness you’ve created for him and you just know that the extra friction and pressure is doing it right for him. “Cum for me Hoseok, I know you want to. Come on, cum for me baby.”

You’ve never been on his level of dirty talk, but you know he likes the vocal encouragement from you anyway. The words fall from your lips repeatedly, begging him to cum inside you until you’re leaking him for hours afterwards as the tiny sounds of lustful need that fall from his lips are truly music to your ears.

It’s as his thrust become more forceful and insistent yet increasingly sloppy that you know he’s reaching his peak, the ball of tightness forming in his stomach before snapping cleanly as a sharp groan escapes his throat and he’s fucking into you in tiny, short thrusts as his orgasm takes over. Each thrust is accompanied with the twitching of his cock as he ejaculates inside you before he finally comes to a stop, his forehead resting against your shoulder while you feel the layer of sweat on his body as he rests it against your own for a moment.

The shift in position causes him to slip out of you and almost immediately you feel his cum begin to escape as well, but neither of you care much as he rolls onto his back at your side after pressing a soft kiss to the skin he can reach. It’s gentle, despite the intensity of what you’d just done.

Even if it wasn’t the kinkiest thing you’d ever done, it was definitely up there in your top 5 sex with Hoseok list.

For a few minutes afterwards, the two of you lay on the bed in near silence. Hoseok’s chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath while your entire body just rests in contentment, the fantastic sex leaving you feeling just plain good. Shifting your head over to look at him, uncaring that you’re dirtying up the covers as you feel more of his cum leaking out of you and falling to the bed, you give him a small smile before moving to rest a hand against his toned bicep.

“Hmm...yeah you can definitely marry her. As long as you’re married to me too and I’m the centre of attention.” You muse quietly, giving him a quick grin as he lets out a tired laugh before looking at you with amusement.

“I think I can do that,” He smiles back, letting his fingers trail along the exposed skin of your lower back in a decidedly non-sexual manner. “Especially if you’re going to react like that again. Sign me up.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“It’s fine. You’re my number one though.”

“Disgustingly cute.”

“Only for you.”

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[kiruuuuu]

Doc/Lion oneshot in which, instead of going for each other’s throat, they reach a little lower (and Lion gets more than he bargained for). (Rating E, explicit, ~3k words) - written for @big-r6s-fan! 💗 I will never tire of thanking you for commissioning me and allowing me to write this because it was super fun :) Find my commission info here!

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“Flament, a word.”

The tone of voice effortlessly conveys the blatant lie in Doc’s statement – what he really means to say is: The only thing keeping me from writing you a novel is lack of time. Lion narrowly avoids rolling his eyes in annoyance and obliges, throws Montagne a meaningful look which implies they’ll finish their rudely interrupted conversation later and trails after his other teammate. If he could’ve gotten away with it, he’d be dragging his feet just because the murderous glare Doc would send him never fails to be hilarious. He’s reasonably certain he knows what this is about and boy, is he not in the mood for this.

And of course Doc marches him into his office instead of just any room which would’ve served the same purpose. With his inflated ego, it’s no surprise he enjoys chewing people out in a place where he’s comfortable; Lion can’t even begin counting the occasions on which he ended up on this side of the mahogany desk, having his person and skills and ethics challenged by a man too naive to be in this line of work and who genuinely thought he could pull off that frankly ridiculous moustache for a few years of his life. Lion is almost sad it’s gone by now, it befitted Doc’s general absurdity.

It doesn’t matter. He’s secretly begun rebelling against the man’s authority in a satisfying way and now he puffs himself up whenever he comes face to face with the very desk which used to make his temper flare purely by existing, but by now has lost its sting. It was customary for him to view the solid piece of furniture as an unsurmountable obstacle rendering any proper communication between them impossible, yet his view has shifted. It’s converted. It’s working for him now.

“I will not stand for you endangering more innocent lives.” Doc’s French is clipped, efficient, yet more than a tool to be used – he has the same intonation and melody to his words as Lion’s parents, as Sophie, as former teachers.

“Then stop endangering your own”, he replies and wants nothing more than to stuff something down Doc’s throat to make him stop talking. His holier-than-thou attitude has always rubbed Lion the wrong way, created sparks of fury, hostility, and something… entirely different on occasion. There’s dust from the debris in Doc’s hair, making it whiter than it already is and Lion wants to bury his fingers in it and then pull sharply.

He needs to stop getting distracted.

“Stop interfering with my work”, Doc snaps and it’s wonderful how easily Lion can get under his skin. At this point, it’s almost a hobby for him to rile up his colleague. And while private hissy fits are a necessary-turned-amusing evil, they serve another purpose as well: providing excellent material for long, gratifying ‘self-care’ sessions in which he fantasises about what would’ve happened if instead of quoting a specific law to shut down Doc’s argument, he’d just crowded him against a wall, rumbled filth into his ear and showed him how unprofessional he really can be.

“Then stop interfering with mine.” He has to suppress a smirk at the frustration on Doc’s face and doesn’t mind in the least that he’s doing the grown-up version of ‘no you’.

“Pray tell, Flament, what exactly does your work entail then? Does it state anywhere you should prevent me from administering first aid to a wounded civilian? Hm?” His tone is cutting, sharp and sweet like a rose’s thorn, and he actually abandons his safe haven behind the desk to come down to Lion’s level – or rather lower. Because he is noticeably shorter and Lion gladly stands up straighter to emphasise this fact.

“Above all, my work entails keeping my colleagues safe, for example preventing an altruistic idiot from rushing head first into a potential ambush.”

Doc’s eyes narrow. Their faces are uncomfortably close together, a result of too many altercations in the past where both of them got scolded for raising their voice, so now they rely on dangerous hissing. His smell is making it hard to breathe because it’s earthy, mesmerising, distinct. Lion wonders how it’d feel to force him to his knees and have this defiant gaze directed up at him while his sharp tongue is used for something other than reprimanding him for - “Is that your way of saying you’re worried about me?”

Lion is halfway through formulating a reply in his head when his thoughts screech to a grinding halt. Nothing has changed, Doc’s posture is just as defensive as before, expression stony, intonation accusing, and yet the atmosphere has… tilted a little. Spilled into uncharted territory. Lion isn’t sure what to make of it. “I worry about all my colleagues”, he eventually responds neutrally.

“That doesn’t absolve you from jerking off at my desk. Repeatedly.”

Oh.

Well fuck.

He blinks owlishly, utterly speechless because how in the world is he ever going to recover. Doc knows. How does he know?

Sensing he’s not going to get a sensible response from Lion any time soon, Doc continues: “If you have a problem with me, I’m sure we can work something out.”

His mouth is faster than his brain because there’s no way he’d in his right mind shoot back: “Yeah, you can work out on my cock.”

Okay. Alright.

This is still salvageable. All he needs to do is to back off immediately, apologise for the inappropriate comment, not mention that Doc needs to stop wearing these blasted form-fitting shirts or else Lion will really end up doing a briefing with a raging hard-on in front of everyone, and then steer clear of Doc for the rest of his entire -

“Real mature, Flament, but I expected no less. I’m afraid you’re mistaken, though, as it would be the other way round.”

Once again, words elude him, this time out of indignation. The audacity. Lion has no doubt he’s the more experienced one, is taller and heavier, certainly more masculine and dominant, and Doc has the gall to imply… Shock slowly morphs into smug disbelief and he finds himself shaking his head at this bold claim. “You haven’t got the balls.”

And Doc grabs him by the collar and smashes their mouths together.

Lion just – he stops functioning for a few seconds until he realises that it’s Doc’s tongue prying his lips open so he parts them willingly with an involuntary moan he regrets the moment he utters it. His brain still refuses to acknowledge the whole situation, making it easy for Doc to overpower him, guide the messy kiss and shove his hands under Lion’s sweater and holy shit, is this really happening? The desk’s edge digs into the backs of his thighs and Doc’s teeth into his lower lip and it’s Lion who’s making these horribly embarrassing noises, isn’t it? Like a mixture of a dying whale and a prisoner of war about to be freed and this is not at all how he pictured this to go.

Despite the suddenness of it all, there’s a particular part of his body which has no trouble keeping up and draws even more attention to itself the moment Doc’s thumbs brush over Lion’s nipples and good heavens, he did not expect Doc to be such a fantastic kisser. Desperate to regain any sort of control, Lion tries to fight the onslaught by grabbing Doc’s hands, wrestling his tongue into submission and spinning them around – with an emphasis on tries. Because Doc chooses that second to push a thigh between Lion’s legs, presses it directly against his achingly hard erection in all the right ways and makes his brain short-circuit yet again. The gesture results in vague flailing on Lion’s part, a particularly vicious swipe of Doc’s merciless tongue which turns his joints into butter and some ungraceful bumbling of which Doc makes use by basically lifting him up and setting him down on his stupid desk.

Well, so much for that.

“If you want me to stop, now’s the time”, Doc murmurs against his mouth and curls his tongue around Lion’s in a way he didn’t think possible. His inner monologue has turned into no more than incoherent screaming because while this general situation is a wet dream come true, he’s conflicted about the details and yet the thought of stopping the other man doesn’t even enter his mind. When calloused fingertips twist his nipples, all he can produce is a throaty groan full of arousal and longing, and when his legs (the traitors) wrap around Doc’s to pull him closer, his opponent breaks the kiss to regard him with a disgustingly smug expression. “That’s what I thought”, he says and starts unbuttoning Lion’s trousers.

Why don’t you start lubing up my cock with your throat so the sliding in becomes easier, the monkey part of Lion’s brain provides helpfully, sends the signal to his mouth and witnesses in stark horror how he instead chokes out something very, very different: “Please, hurry up, I want you.” It seems his entire body has set out to betray him: his upper body gives in at the slightest push and lies flat on the largely empty surface he’s defiled in the past, his hands lie uselessly by his side instead of struggling, and his dick is magnificently hard. Painfully hard. So hard it’s continuously throbbing and will probably ejaculate as soon as Doc looks at it wrong.

“I noticed my hand lotion depleting unusually quickly and asked Meghan for a Black Eye when I couldn’t locate the source”, Doc informs him conversationally while ripping down Lion’s trousers with minimal resistance. And oh, that explains how he knew. And… also means that Doc saw him. Oh God. “Tell me, did you fantasise about me, Olivier?”

His cheeks are crimson. It’s impossible to provide an honest answer, not when Doc pulls his underwear down as if they’d done this a thousand times and throws his uncomfortably hard cock an appraising glance. “I”, Lion starts stupidly and then Doc’s mouth envelops him in wonderful tight heat, prompting him to thrust his hips up at the unexpected stimulation and the next thing he hears is a sharp snap.

Doc just slapped his ass as punishment.

It stings, but even worse is the realisation that Lion isn’t going to top anybody today. “You can’t do that!”, he gasps, appalled, yet the look he receives is unbothered.

“Watch me”, Doc says and does it again. This time, Lion moans at the sensation, can’t help himself, it’s just – he doesn’t even know what’s going on, only that he’s in too deep already, and he’s not only talking about Doc’s mouth and oh God, his tongue really can do what it promised earlier. A mere minute later, Lion is writhing on the cursed desk in agonising bliss, trying desperately not to come down Doc’s throat while producing so much noise it’s a miracle no one has checked on them yet. He’s so resigned to his fate that he at first doesn’t notice the warm hand creeping up his thigh and getting dangerously close to his crotch, up until the pad of a finger strokes over his entrance and absolutely no way.

“Don’t”, Lion pants and nearly knees Doc in the temple, “just – keep sucking, please, but not -”

Doc pulls off his dick with a wet pop and, unperturbed, conjures up a bottle of lube seemingly out of thin air. “Should’ve used this instead of the lotion”, he states. “Then you could’ve fingered yourself in preparation as well.”

“I don’t do that sort of thing”, Lion protests and yelps when Doc hoists his legs up, folds them in half and places Lion’s hands on his own calves. He’s much too overwhelmed to complain and so he simply holds his legs up, spread invitingly, and then there’s a slippery finger inside him.

He opens his mouth to object. The finger crooks in a way just as magical as Doc’s tongue earlier and a fierce wave of pleasure rolls through him. Lion closes his mouth again.

“I don’t believe it for a second”, Doc counters and adds a second one and good Lord, how is he doing this? Lion’s thoughts are running haywire and he’s ashamed to admit that at least half of them are focused on replacing those fingers with something else. “This looks like your natural habitat.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” He flinches when the digits withdraw and narrowly stops himself from substituting his own. It really does feel phenomenal.

“It means”, Doc replies while unzipping his own trousers, “that you’re a slut.”

Lion is stupefied. Did Doc just -

And before his brain even processes the insult, it shuts down completely because that’s definitely a dick pushing inside him, giving him the opportunity to adjust and then rubbing over all the right places. In utter disbelief, Lion stares down at himself and can’t fathom how he ended up here when by all means, he should’ve -

“Hold this too.” The hem of his sweater gets shoved between his teeth and he bites down automatically; his reward is warm palms stroking over his chest and fingertips finding his nipples yet again and he’s sizzling, he feels hot and weird and his skin prickles wherever Doc touches, and above all he never wants this to end. Especially when Doc starts thrusting. “Do you like this?”

Lion’s only answer is a muffled moan about an octave higher than he’d like. There’s something like fireworks going on and it almost drowns out Doc’s next words. Almost.

“You, Olivier, are a nasty little slut”, and Doc emphasises this with a particularly deep thrust, “and you deserve to be punished. Do you know why?”

He shakes his head, too preoccupied with the sight before him, the incredible feeling of becoming one with this man, something of which he’s been dreaming for a long, long time.

“But you do. Because it wasn’t just my desk, was it?” Panicked, Lion looks up and is met with a half amused, half heated gaze. Doc seems to be enjoying this at least as much as he is. “My underwear has gone missing a few times. So has my uniform. I know how you look at me.”

Oh shit. Lion’s face starts burning and it’s only partly the hard movements which rock his entire body. He must make for a shameful display: presenting himself, incapacitated of his own volition, whimpering and squirming on Doc’s magnificent cock. And he realises that he doesn’t even care – because it looks like Doc is having the time of his life, and that implies they’ll do this again.

“Look at you, you’re taking it so well.” His voice is mesmerising and Lion notices himself giving in to the thrumming desire, relishing the sharp motions reaching deep and causing small explosions of need, of want, of delight. When a hand closes around his throbbing erection, he throws his head back and arches his back, feels fingernails dig into his ribs and scrape over a sensitive nipple, prompting an elated groan. “You’re sucking me in and gripping me so tightly.”

Lion wants it to last so badly, wants to hear Doc talk some more about all the depraved things he’s done because he hasn’t even mentioned half of it, can’t know the full extent, but as always, the universe is against him and gave Doc not only a gloriously talented tongue as well as a perfectly shaped dick, but also awarded him with skilled fingers who identify Lion’s weakspots in seconds and massage the ridge of his glans, torture him with long, slow strokes just like he would himself and that’s right, Doc knows exactly how he does it because he’s seen it, and this knowledge mercilessly shoves Lion off the edge without so much as a warning.

He comes with a series of moans, abs contracting marvellously and sending shocks of pleasure through him while Doc milks him, keeps jerking him in time with the almost violent spurts of come Lion unloads on his belly. Doc fucks him through it and creates white noise in Lion’s head with his thrusts, the stimulation flirting with discomfort but never really reaching it; and if it wasn’t for Doc’s own orgasm, Lion might’ve passed out cold with how hard the relief hits him. His rhythmic spasming must’ve been too much for Doc, causes him to climax while Lion is still tensing up and riding the last of his high and he looks beautiful. Doc tilts his head back with a satisfied groan, hips stuttering, and comes deep -

He – he’s actually coming inside, dick pulsing, eyes rolling back. And if Lion is honest, it’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

The hem of his sweatshirt snaps back the moment he lets go and he rests his head on the uncomfortable and frankly ostentatious desk with a sigh, lowers his legs but refuses to let Doc go by wrapping them around him once again. The fight has left him, but so has the heat of the moment which has shifted into an odd uncertainty. He’s not sure what to do other than enjoy the gentle afterglow.

As if he’d read his mind, Doc bends down to him for a kiss which lasts much longer than Lion expected it to, and when they separate after a good while, they’re both smiling. “How about we think of an excuse as to why our conversation took this long while we get you cleaned up?”, he murmurs good-naturedly.

The warmth spreading in Lion’s chest easily replaces the insecurity he felt, and so he nods happily.

“Really, though. Don’t touch my stuff again.”

He almost laughs at Doc’s serious tone and decides to take a chance: “And what if I do?”

To this, Doc smirks and Lion didn’t even know he was capable of doing that, is actually glad he didn’t find out earlier because it apparently doubles his heart rate and steals his breath away.

“Then I’ll see you in my office, Flament”, he says and raises a meaningful brow.

#rainbow six siege #doc #lion #doc/lion #fanfic #oneshot #commissions #lion is one of my fav unreliable narrators #stop letting your mouth write checks that you can't cash

[blackroseaki38]

Lonely Tower

@badthingshappenbingo

Trope: Isolation

Fandom: Sofia the First

AN: This was nice to write. Expect more bingos today. I have been at work constantly for weeks. I have been continuing to write and draw, just never had time to post bc I like to beta my work many times, by others and myself, before I do. Hope you guys like.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sofia the First characters or anything in this fic. 

Cedric was used to being alone. Being alone used to mean being away from bullies and more difficulties in his life. It used to mean protection from others. But that was in the past and currently,  the silence is painful. Before the silence, he used to have Wormtail. Now he has no one, not that he needed anyone.

So, he stayed in his tower. He didn't need to talk to anyone to be happy. He was used to being alone before he received Wormtail.

He worked and worked on the various things the King needed for the kingdom. With the troublesome things happening around them, Roland requested the palace's wards be redone along with many other increases in their magical security.

So, Cedric did those tasks and much more. Before, he used to be worried and would always mess up on anything the King needed to be done.  Now, it didn't matter anymore. Either he did well or not. It didn't matter since he shouldn't need the acceptance of a King who did not care about him. Besides, he’s failed so many expectations that another failure to his already lengthy list did not change much in his disappointment of a life. 

Cedric had already told Baileywick that he would be busy this week and that he would pick up his own meals from the kitchens, so no need to send them up to him. He also asked him to let the kids, mainly Sofia know, that he did not want to be disturbed because he needed strict concentration on this type of magic. Now that he would be uninterrupted for the week, he would be able to get his work done in peace.

He updated the wards and tended to the magical security covering the palace. Once he was finished with all the magical defenses, he turned to new projects. He worked on new energy potions for the soldiers and growth spells for the farmers. He did everything he could think of to keep busy. He didn't need sleep or food. This was enough. Maybe it would be enough . . . . to 

Cedric continued to work, ignoring the silence around him. He tried his best to stop talking out loud, but it was not working. So, he took out the old stuffed toy his niece left the last time she visited them. It was a little stuff owl, but it was better than nothing. He used a sticking spell to get the owl to stay in place on the wooden bird stand near his work station.

He didn't care that he looked crazy, talking to a toy. But, he couldn't help himself. He needed to talk to someone, something! It just had to talk, just so many the voices inside his head would finally shut up.

'You don't deserve to have anyone. Nobody wants you.'

"No! Princess Sofia! She likes me!"

'Oh really? Then why hasn't she come to check on you? Its been two weeks already. You know she doesn't exactly listen to your requests to be alone before. She must have finally realized you're not worth having around.'

"No . . .  it can't be. She wouldn't."

'She wouldn't? Well, if really cared. She would be knocking on the door as we speak. You and I both know she left, just like everyone else.'

"No..." Cedric whispered. He couldn't let the voices get to him, but he couldn't help it. No stuffed toy would ever make this voice stop. It wouldn't defend him back!

'Your mother....'

"..No.."

'...Your father...'

"....NO..."

'... Your sister...'

"... No, no..."

'.... The royal family ...." '

"N-no! It can't be. I can't... be alone?"

'Your probably locked up, in this tower. This was their chance to finally lock you up and get rid of you. '

Cedric fell to his knees and finally let the tears fall from his eyes. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm down. But, nothing was working. He just had to accept it. He was alone and he would always be alone.

--elsewhere--

'Sofia? Do we have to visit Cedric? You know what Baileywick said! He's busy with an important project. You know how he gets when he is interrupted!'

"I know Clover, but I can't help myself. You know how Mr. Cedric can get when he gets all busy with his work. He told Baileywick he would get his own meals on time, but I just asked the kitchen if he came for any meals. They haven't seen him come get any food. And he's been locked up in his lab for 2 weeks. We need to make sure he is okay and force him to get food," the princess said as she walked up the long stairwell towards the tower where Cedric resided.

'Alright, alright! But, don't look at me if he scolds you for not listening.'

"Thanks, Clover!" Sofia said, with a pat of on his furry little head.

'Yeah, yeah. I know. Clover is the best.' the bunny's ego inflated even more. 

----

Soon, she had arrived at the top of the steps. She knocked on the large wooden door. When no one opened the hair, she got a little bit worried.

"Mr. Cedric? Are you in there?" she called out loudly. 

When she got no response, she turned to Clover. 

"Clover, do whatever you can to get someone else up here. Something's wrong."

The rabbit didn't object or anything but just ran off to do the task he was just assigned.

Sofia turned back to the door, wondering how to open it.

"Mr. Cedric! Please open up! I'm worried!"

Finally realizing no one was going to open the door, Sofia looked around to see if there was another way in. Then she noticed the welcome mat under her feet. She checked underneath it and was relieved to find a spare key there. She would talk to Mr. Cedric about getting a better hiding place for his keys later. Right now, she needed to find him.

Slowly, she opened the door and slowly wandered it. There were broken test tubes and beakers on the group. Sofia carefully navigated through them and finally found her way to the restroom. She could hear the shower running, but she just couldn't wait for him to leave, so she opened the door and stepped in.

Inside, she found Cedric, fully clothed, and sitting under the freezing cold water raining on him.

"Mr. Cedric?"

Cedric turned to look at her, his eyes slightly glasses over like he wasn't quite there. He tilted his head in confusion. 

"You're not real. So, why are you acting concerned."

Sofia stepped closer and turned off the water. 

"Mr. Cedric, I am real. Sofia, remember?"

He looked at her confused, but his eyes sparkled a bit like he recognized her voice.

"Remember that one time, that you chased the Griffin through the castle when he stole my amulet. Or that time, you..."

Sofia slowly continued to recall all the fun and sometimes ridiculous situations they have been in together. Some, might shake their heads and call her crazy for all the things she listed down. But, somehow, Cedric kept listening as every word as he made more and more connections in his head. Finally, his eyes were clear and he was shivering from the cold water he had been sitting for hours now.

"Sofia? What? Where?" he asked mindlessly.

"Mr. Cedric!" she cried out, pulling him in a tight hug, not caring if the front of her dress was wet now. She was just happy he was better now.

Cedric was confused, then he remembered what happened. He told Sofia how he had forced himself to try to accept Wormtail's absence in his life.

Sofia looked into Cedric's shiny gray eyes.

"Mr. Cedric, I know I'm just a kid. But, I promise you that from now, you will never be alone again. We'll do whatever we can to support you, but please don't close yourself off like this again. I know no one wanted today anything, but everyone was worried."

"Sofia, I'm glad you care for me. But, who else cares for me.---------- No one here wants me! I should just leave and go far away, somewhere I will not make any trouble for anyone else!"

"No, Mr. Cedric! I know it may seem like, no one cares about you. But, they do. Just you wait. I've sent someone to get help. I bet you'll be very much surprised to see how many people really care about you."

"Sofia, I'm glad you think that but I'm not so sure-" his words were cut off as Baileywick ran into the room, along with the Queen.

"Oh dear! Cedric, what are you doing? Let's get this water turned off," Baileywick exclaimed as he rushed to turn off the water.

"Sofia, sweetie. Your father is trying to clean up the glass in the laboratory. Can you and your siblings run off to get some towels? We'll be needing them," her mother directed the little girl, who promptly ran off to do her assigned tasks.

Cedric wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't believe what was even going on. The queen was here? And Baileywick? The king was cleaning up his lab? Was this a lucid hallucination or something?!

The queen crouched down to Cedric's position and pulled him into a hug, even though they were separated by the lower half of the tub. She ran her fingers through his two-toned hair. 

"Cedric, I'm sorry we didn't see what was going on sooner. However, I promise you that from now things will be different. We'll help you get past this, no matter how long it takes, okay?"

Cedric wasn't sure if this was even real or not, but after weeks of no social interaction at all, it was nice to be treated like this. He closed his eyes and nodded his head, even though he didn't believe himself at all. A few tears escaped his eyes as he finally felt more loved than ever before.

Soon, before he knew it, he was whisked off to his room. He was too tired and hungry to notice who dried him from his wet trip to the shower. He did remember the Queen vaguely trying to feed him soup. He slept for a few days straight. Every time he would wake up, he wasn't quite awake. But, he would always make sure someone was with him and then promptly fall back asleep. 

Finally, after a few weeks of a lot of people taking care of him, the young wizard had his first awakening without being confused or loopy. 

Cedric was surprised to see the room full of flowers, letters, and similar things. He tried to sit up when he realized someone was holding his head. It was Sofia. She was sitting on a chair next to his bed and was gripping his hand in her sleep. 

Cedric smiled, as he finally took in the things around him. The voices were definitely wrong. If no one actually liked him, then he would not have so many things sent to him. Maybe Sofia was right. People did care about him, at least somewhat. He finally laid back, realizing that he did not have to be alone anymore. He had all these people to keep him company. He didn't need Wormtail. Not when he had so many friends . . . and family.

He looked at the young princess next to him and smiled gently. 

"Thank you, Princess Sofia. Thank you."

#sofia the first #sofia the fandom #cedric #cedric the sensational #cedric the sorcerer #cedric the great #wormtail #princesssofia #king roland #baileywick #isolation

[elizabeth-marston-roberts]

Snack Time | John Marston x F!Reader |

This was absolutely inspired by @redeadepression and I apologize for nothing. This is also a modern John Marston, and my HCs for Modern John are here!

Pairing: John Marston x F!Reader

Rating: M. 18+ Only

Words: 1754

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It's around that time of day where you normally make dinner, so you head to the kitchen. Abigail is out of town for work, so it's just you and John for the week. So far it's been pretty okay, but neither of you have made a move sexually. You'd never gone at it without Abigail being there to watch and tell you exactly what she wants you and John to do.

John should be home any minute now, you think as you glance at the clock. Damn man always came home covered in grease and oil, and while initially he looked sexy like that, it got old quickly when a smear of black grease got on a piece of your clothing. And it was usually on your rear, as John had a thing for greeting you with a kiss and a smack on the ass.

Putting your hands on your hips, you stand in the center of the kitchen, trying to decide what to cook for just you and John. He wasn't a particularly picky eater, but he did have a few gripes about certain foods and meals. Like how he hated black olives, but it wasn't the end of the world if they were on pizza. You'd fallen in love with a strange man.

You're looking in the fridge for an idea to strike you when the front door opens up and you hear John step inside. "I'm home!" His scratchy voice calls for you, and you can hear him set his keys down in the glass bowl Abigail designated just for that purpose due to John always losing his keys.

"In the kitchen!" You call, bending over a little further and perking a brow. What the hell was an empty jar of pickles doing in there? Abigail...

John's heavy footsteps come to the kitchen, and he wolf-whistles when he sees you position. "Heeeey, sweetheart." He says before giving your rear an affectionate tap.

"Your hands better be clean." You say as you shuffle some things around.

"They are, I promise!" He rubs your butt soothingly with one hand, leaning forward against you to show off his other hand, which is in fact clean. "What're you doing?" He asks as he retreats, though the way his hips brush against yours starts to give him ideas.

"Well..."

"That's a deep subject." He snorts, the bastard.

"Shut up, John." You roll your eyes. "I'm trying to figure out what to make for dinner tonight."

"Hmmm..." His dark eyes glaze over, though you wouldn't know it from your current standings. His fingers slip into your waistband and he pulls your shorts down.

"John, what the hell are you doing?" You turn your head slightly to catch a look at him.

He chuckles deeply and runs two slow fingers along your clothed slit. "Found a snack in the fridge, darlin'!" John moves his fingers back up, and then back down again.

"John." You shudder. Sometimes his being a mechanic came in handy for other, more intimate things.

He kneels down and you brace yourself against the refrigerator when he presses a kiss against your underwear. They weren't especially sexy for this occasion, just a simple pair of pink panties, but John loved just about any kind of undies.

He moves the fabric aside and presses another kiss to your slit, this one lingering. "Looks good enough to eat." He murmurs.

"Then do it!" You push your hips back, reaching behind yourself to get a good grip of his dark hair.

"Yes ma'am." John breathes out and practically rips your panties down your legs, diving in. His tongue presses flat against you before he starts his usual routine of quick flicks that in theory had sounded dumb, but in practice often made you come harder than you ever had.

Your hand smacks against the freezer door as you hold yourself up at a better angle for John, and when you look down all you can see is his hands grasping your thighs and his dick swelling in his jeans. You moan softly at the sight combined with the feeling of his ministrations, his facial hair adding an extra but not entirely unwelcome burn. Though when he decided to start fresh and shave it clean, John's head was always between a set of legs, alternating between you and Abi like a champ.

"John... I gotta close this damn fridge." You groan, as the refrigerator was making a noise that indicated it gave no shits about your sexual pleasure.

John growls and continues licking you up, pressing his face against you harder. One hand released your thigh and his fingers were back at work, rubbing your clit. You squeak at the sudden excess of pleasure, pushing down on John's face even more. It'd made you nervous when you first sat on his face in the more traditional way, but once he'd confessed that he really liked the feeling of his face being trapped, it was no holds barred then.

John quickly brings you over the edge, licking and rubbing you through your orgasm. He pulls away and you can hear his heavy breathing as he stands back up, pulls you close to shut the fridge, and then turns you around to face him.

He looks wrecked. His cheeks are flushed, the lower part of his face is shiny with slick that you provided, and his sweet, sweet lips are red and swollen.

The erection in his pants was pretty appealing too.

You kick your short and undies off the rest of the way and make quick work of John's belt, shoving his pants down and then pulling him out of his black boxer briefs, stroking that leaky cock as soon as you could. He hisses at the attention, bucking into your hand.

"You're so wet, John." You murmur. "I love that about you."

You're in his arms now and he's kissing you. He smells like work and while his hands and face are clean, the rest of him isn't. But at this point it's too late to care because you're kissing him back, tasting yourself on his lips, your tongue dancing with his and your teeth occasionally clicking. He was always such an animal when he got horny.

John swoops down, his arms wrapping around your thighs and then he lifts, bracing you against the poor refrigerator. Your calves settle on his shoulders and your hands fly up to the top of the fridge to try and find something to hold onto. He's holding you up with one hand as he guides himself into you, biting down on his tongue and screwing his eyes shut when he's fully seated.

He's breathing so heavily, trying to keep himself composed long enough for you to allow him to cut loose and start pounding. Even like this, he was a sub for you at heart. You lean in and delicately kiss his lips, and he's immediately responsive to it.

"Go." You whisper, and that's all it takes.

His eyes fly open and then he's thrusting, his hands on your hips. The refrigerator is rattling and you're hoping this isn't what makes it kick the bucket, because Abigail would be pissed when she found out. But the thought quickly leaves your mind when John's mouth latches onto your nipple through your shirt, biting down.

"John!" You whine. He somehow has the gall to snicker against you, but he presses a sweet kiss to the offended nipple.

John's tattooed, greasy arm slides around your waist, no doubt ruining your shirt in the process. He moves one of your legs to his other shoulder to join your other leg, groaning at the renewed tightness. His strokes are more powerful now and his moans and groans are more animalistic than you'd ever heard before.

"Fuck, John..." You bite your lip and look at his face. He's staring right back at you, smirking. Bastard.

"It sounds so pretty when you say my name." You've done it now. His ego is inflated and it won't go down until Abigail gets back home. "You look so pretty taking my cock." He leans in and nips your collarbone, turning his head then to begin sucking on your neck. John was always so proud of his hickeys.

You pull his hair while he marks you, still thrusting into you at his punishing pace. You couldn't come like this, but you knew John could and would with the right encouragement, and that would knock his ego down a notch.

"You gonna come?" You whisper. "You gonna pull out and get my stomach all messy? Or are you gonna just barely pull out in time and spray the fridge instead?"

John whimpers at that. Such nasty talk got him so worked up.

"Or do you want to creampie me? Dirty boy..."

His breath catches, but when he pulls away from your neck, you know he's not falling for it this time. Damn him. In an instant your feet are back on the floor and you're facing the fridge once more, and he's right up against your back and sliding his cock back inside of you, ramming you against the refrigerator.

John takes your hands and holds them above your head when you try to rub your clit. "That's my job." He whispers directly into your ear.

"John..."

"I'll take care of you." He coos, the cocky bastard. The hand that isn't holding yours slides down your side and to your clit, his fingertips just barely brushing it.

His hips are smacking against yours hard enough for the sound to be all you can hear anymore. He's grumbling and groaning as he thrusts into you and you know he's close now, which is good because the man has no problem fucking you while you're overstimulated and you really need to make something for dinner.

"God, you feel so good..." He says, throaty and desperately. "So perfect for me. I love you." He bites your shoulder and applies a more constant pressure to your clit, and then it's over.

You're coming and you're clenched around him, practically forcing out his cum. You're flush against the fridge and his body as he comes, his dick throbbing and twitching inside of you as he empties himself.

John kisses your shoulder where he'd bitten you, his breathing ragged. "Pizza for dinner? My treat."

"I think that sounds great." You gasp out. You look the fridge and just laugh softly. This thing will definitely be getting a five-star review online.

#john marston x reader #john marston #fic #nsft #modern john #honestly this isn't good but idc #i am not a good smut writer lmao! #but i tried