#and when it's finished airing i'll give my even hotter takes

[bbyquokka]

imagine felix laying on ur chest while u play with his soft hair and kiss his forehead bye its been on my mind all day i need someone to cuddle me😠😠🙁

summer luvin'

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, established relationship, domesticated au, non-idol au, pet names. words: 0.9k ~ (902)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

the scorching hot sun beats down on your skin. the hot, suffocating air blows past you every now and then, the wind chimes singing with each hit of the humid wind.

the skies are clear, not a cloud in the sky to help provide some shade from the intense heat the sun is providing. you have done everything that needed to be done today so you're now taking the time to relax.

the only thing that needed to be done, was water the plants and freshly grown veg and fruits you and your significant other, felix, have decided to grow together to help reduce the cost of grocery shopping; even if it's just a little.

a pink and white plaid picnic blanket rubs against the skin of your arms and legs. the soft texture of the grass shifts around and rustles as you lean up on your elbows. you place one hand above your eyes to provide you some cover from the sun as you watch your lover water the strawberries and cucumbers.

blue denim shorts and green crocs accompany him. his blue hair pushed back with the help of a black headband, beads of sweat roll down his forehead and temples. his naked chest and torso on display as his skin is slowly turning from a tanned colour to bright, burning red.

“hey felix.” he looks at you as he holds the green watering can. “have you put on sun cream?”

felix pouts a little, looking around sheepishly before shrugging and giving you a cheeky smile. you sigh, shaking your head slowly as you sit up fully and grab the sun cream.

“c'mere.” felix finishes watering the plants before bouncing over to you. he takes of his crocs by wiggling his feet and legs before kneeling down on the blanket in front of you.

“lix, you're burning.” you frown.

“i thought i did put on suncream.” he pouts.

“it's the hottest day of the year darling. you have to be safe, especially when you're out.”

“oh, this is nothing! it's way hotter in australia.” he laughs.

“we are in australia.” you state as you squirt the cream onto the palm of your hand.

“oh.. right, yeah. ops.” felix laughs as you shake your head and rub your palms together.

“on your stomach. i'll put some cream on your back.” felix shuffles into his stomach, arms being used as supports for his head as he rests his cheeks on them. you rub the cream into his hot skin as you feel a tad worried about how red his skin is looking, making a mental note to by some aloe vera next time you're both out and about.

you rub the cream onto his back and the back of his legs before helping him in applying the cream on his chest, abs and arms. you apply some on his nose and cheeks.

“your freckles are so clear now.”

“they are?”

“yeah. the sun really helps bring them out. your whole face is decorated with freckles. it's the cutest thing i've seen.”

a pink blush rises to his cheeks to which you giggle at before stroking the blush. you gently kiss his cheek as felix hums softly.

“do we need to do anything else today?” he asks softly as he watches you reapply your own sun cream.

“i don't think so lix. i think we've doing everything today.”

“great!” your eyes widen as felix gently tackles you. you land on your back with a soft thump and grunt as felix nuzzles into your chest, his arm loosely draped over your stomach. once the initial shock of the sudden attack is over, do you smile and hold him close to you.

you both ignore the fact that you're two very hot people, skin sticking together as the heat from the sun and each other mixes and rises. sweat accumulates on both your foreheads, the feeling of stickiness and grossness rising; but you both ignore it.

you close your eyes slowly as you listen to the sounds of the birds singing their sweet and gentle tunes. the cheers and shouts of children playing in their back yards ringing in your ears before occasionally dying down to nothing but blissful silence.

you absentmindedly twist felix's blue hair around your finger, raking your fingers through it and massaging his scalp. he lets out soft and gently hums and groans as you occasionally kiss the top of his head.

soon, the heat of each other becomes too much. after minutes of being close to one another, does felix pull away slowly. he stands up and disappears into the kitchen. you hear the sound of water running and felix rummaging around in the cupboards.

you think nothing of it, thinking he was just preparing some food and drinks for you both, until you feel something wet explode onto your stomach causing you to shriek and bolt upright.

you look up at a mischievous looking felix. a couple of water balloons in his hands as a bucket of them is situated by his feet.

“oh! you're on, mr!” you laugh as you grab a balloon and instantly throw it at his torso.

“water balloon fight! looser has to cook dinner!” you shout as you rush to your feet, grabbing more balloons in your hands.

“oh, you're on yn! just know that i'm going to kick your ass.”

“in your dreams, felix!”

note: if its hot where you live, remember to stay hydrated, wear sun cream and dont stay out for too long!! stay safe everyone ☀

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @oshimee ; @unh0ly-dr3am3r ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng

#[ anon. ] #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #lee felix #felix #lee felix fluff #felix fluff #felix x you #felix x reader #lee felix x you #lee felix x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

[noctumbra]

dbf!bucky drabble night??? oh i'm in bestie 👀👀 prompts from me: “wait a minute. are you jealous?” and "nope, you gotta beg for it. show me how you beg." 😌❤️‍🔥 (that's list one and five i think)

babe. i have something coming at your way

pairing: dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: begging, jealousy, kissing, implied smut

──

You've been sending daggers from your eyes to the very beautiful looking woman hanging off of your dad's best friend aka your secret boyfriend.

She was way too close, way into his personal space and been touching him a lot for the past half hour.

You were sitting at the bar stool in your kitchen, watching her preening and giving Bucky looks under her lashes. She was laughing and pushing her beautiful breasts into his face at every chance she got.

If you were an established couple, you would have ripped her away from your man and ripped her a new one, but unfortunely you weren't. You were yet to come clean to your father, so you couldn't do anything. Not one thing.

It was killing you inside.

Grumbling under your breath, you finished your drink and stood up, making your way to the balcony. You thought, maybe some time away from that sight would do you good, but you weren't so sure.

You inhaled deeply, filling your lungs with fresh air and praying that the urge to slap her would go away.

Your pityful meditation went to shit when the balcony door opened and Bucky walked out.

"Hey, baby," he whispered and inched closer to you. You stepped away. He frowned. "Are you okay?" You hummed noncommittaly. Bucky watched your for a couple seconds. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," you told him. "You didn't have to cut your conversation with her short on my sake," you added, couldn't help yourself. Bucky's frown deepened for a second before it vanished, and he smiled.

"Wait a minute," he said. "Are you jealous, sweetheart?" You shrugged.

"She seemed into you," you commented. "She can actually be with you, so." You shrugged again. Bucky sighed. He knew keeping this relationship secret was taking a toll on you, on him as well, and it was hurting him to see you like this. He wrapped his arms around you gently.

"What can I do to prove you that she's no one, just another zamk, and that I'm yours and only yours?" He asked. He placed a kiss on your bare shoulder and looked at you. From the corner of your eye, you found his baby blues.

"Dunno," you said. He hummed.

"You want me to go tell your father about us?" He offered. "I will." Another kiss on your shoulder. "You want me to yell how much I love you in the middle of the room? I fucking will because I love you so much." Kiss. "You want me to─"

"Nope," you said even though all the options sounded really good. "I want you to beg."

"Beg for what?"

Humming, you leaned into his body. "Dunno. You just gotta beg. Show me how you beg."

Bucky's eyes darkened. He pulled you to a darker corner of the balcony and fell to his knees. His arms were around your hips, thumbs gently stroking your waist and the skin there.

"Please, please believe me when I say you're the only one. Please believe me? I don't want anyone but you, honey," Bucky begged. Your heart fluttered and groin grew hot at the sight of him on his knees and begging. You hummed.

"I'm not sure if it's enough..." You murmured. His hands slipped inside your jeans and found your bare ass cheeks, cupping them in his large hands. He rose on his knees and nosed your belly.

"Please," he begged with a small voice, almost whimpering. Your blood suddenly started running hotter than ever at the sound. "Please, believe me." He kissed your belly button and kissed there. You shivered. You grabbed him by the collar and signaled him to stand up.

"Let other woman touch you like that again and I'll slap the life out of them, you get me?" You told him looking at him in the eye. "You're mine, sir, and like you, I do not share." Bucky's chest heaved. His eyes were dark, pants were tenting and his hold on you was tight. He was as turned as you were.

"Yours," he breathed. He leaned and brushed his lips against yours. "Only yours, baby."

With a moan, your lips collided and the night disappeared in the pleasure.

#bucky barnes x reader #dbf!bucky #dbf!bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #answered asks

[lively-potter]

— trials of athena ; four

— genre ; enemies to lovers, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers

— warnings ; a hella lot of cursing, some typos ( of course 🙄😬 ), mature themes, smut, athena doesn’t like feelings, fluff, smut, angst, some violence, a teeny bit of blood and gore, JK’s a dick fr

— intro, teaser, part one, part two, part three

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— 2024 © LivelyPotter all rights reserved

— word count ; 2k

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

chapter four ; “my brain is experiencing technical difficulties.”

May 23rd, 2023 9 AM

The next morning, I was still annoyed that my family didn't let me give that rotten rat shit a piece of my mind. It got even worse when Mom and the rest of my family were basically infatuated with that cabbage head.

Mother dearest couldn't stop saying how kind he was. How respectful he was. How sweet. How handsome.

JK this, and JK that.

Constantly.

Gag.

He's a two faced, hotter than the sun, little rat bastard.

After finishing my second round of editing my manuscript for my latest book and sending my agent an email to clue him in on my latest accomplishment, I tore myself away from my desk and stretched my poor, aching shoulders.

"Yo bitch, did you even hear me?" Sawyer hollered through the phone.

"Sonofabitch – Sawyer, you ass! You scared the shit out of me." I grumped, grabbing my phone from the desk and taking it off speaker phone. I set the phone against my ear and flopped back on my bed.

"Sorry dude," I sighed, stretching out my body. "What were you saying?" I asked, lips pulling up in a grin when Sawyer started to whine.

"I was telling your bitch ass that I'm gonna be home soon to see your little boy toy," he snickered.

My eyes widened, "That rotten beaver nugget is not anything to me, and he is anything but little – if we're getting technical about it."

Sawyer moaned tortured, "I can't believe I missed that. I wanna go home."

"Same," I sighed, "I wish you were here. But when you get back, you can come stay with me if it's cool with your parents – which would be a good excuse to see the dickwad next door."

"We could always egg his house," Sawyer said thoughtfully. I laughed loudly and shook my head.

"I wish." I grunted, "But Mom and the others would murder us if we did."

I could picture Sawyer smirking, "They're probably hoping he'll be your future husband." He cackled.

My face flushed heavily from anger or envy—never mind. No. My face did flush from anger, it couldn't be anything else. I wouldn't allow it to be anything else.

"Fuck that!" I squawked, "He's insufferable." I stuck my nose in the air, lip curling as I did so.

Sawyer tutted, "Okay then, so you don't mind if I steal him?"

Yes.

"No," I replied, mentally smacking myself across the face. I absentmindedly traced the bruise on my cheek. "Go on ahead, Sweetpea. Plus, he isn't a possession to steal, bro."

Try it and I'll saw your tiny balls off and shove them down your throat.

A lump grew in my throat at that terrifying thought.

"Anyways," I quickly changed the subject once I heard Mom call for me downstairs. "I gotta go, Mom's calling me – but I'll call you later and tell you any new gossip, 'kay?"

"Kay, hoe. Love you."

A laugh escaped my lips, "Love you too, cunt."

I hung up the phone and pocketed my phone and rushed downstairs.

Mom was waiting for me at the dining room table. I walked into the large room and saw her on her laptop with a stack of papers on her left side.

"Whatcha up to, Ma?" I asked, plopping down into the seat across from her. Mom peered up at me over her glasses with a big smile.

"Hi, sweetie." She greeted, holding a small piece of paper in her french manicure hands. "Would you mind picking up a couple last minute things at the store for me?" She asked, "I would ask one of your dads to do it, but they're dealing with something at the diner."

"Sure, I don't mind. What do you need?" I asked, brows furrowing when she handed me the piece of paper in her hands.

"Here's a list," She smiled, and pecked the top of my head, eyeing the bruise with barely contained amusement. "Thank you."

"No problem," I shrugged, "Just let me get dressed and I'll head out."

I got up from the table and on my way to the stairs, Mom called after me.

"I love you! Oh! And if you see our neighbor; be sure to be nice, Athena."

My face dropped in agitation, "I'll try." To get on his nerves. "But he deserved fuckin' Nair in his shampoo."

***

May 23rd, 2023 10:55 AM

After dressing in black leggings, a random oversized AC/DC shirt I stole from North, and then proceeding to steal his jeep to drive myself to the nearest store, I was already seething after being caught up in a fuckin' traffic jam.

Ugh.

I really hated going out sometimes (what the fuck am I saying? I hate leaving home period).

"Let's get this over with." I mumbled, jumping out of North's jeep (which would soon be mine if I played my cards right, if he didn't rip my heart out after finding out I stole it first.)

Oops.

With Papa's credit card in hand, along with Mom's list; I proceeded my walk into the store.

Twenty minutes had passed, and I nearly had everything – deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, Mom's green juice, and oddly enough a skin tag remover.

With my arms full, I peered down at the last items and paled.

Tampons, I could deal with. But condoms? Eww.

I gagged and cringed.

"This is fucking mortifying," I whispered to myself.

Who knew I would have to buy my parents' condoms. But with all the shit that's been happening recently; it didn't seem too far-fetched. But still nasty.

I hesitantly walked into the women's hygiene isle and got the biggest pack of tampons I've ever seen and squared my shoulders and looked at the ground; briskly walking towards the end of the isle, not paying attention to where I was going until I bumped into a rock wall.

"Oww." I winced, holding my bruised cheek with my free hand, "I'm so sorry, please excuse—" I looked up and froze.

Holy Peanut Butter and Jelly Crackers.

The bitch glaring darkly at me was my neighbor, the unnecessary movie sequel. Who stood towering above me, (glaring darkly, might I add, once again), for accidentally bumping into him.

"...Never mind." I raised a brow. I tried side stepping him, but that stupid beaver bitch nugget stood in front of me, blocking me from moving – for no reason.

I gulped, eyes flashing down to his crouch. It was like getting fucking PTSD flashbacks. Of his monster dick tearing that women's throat in two.

(not that I see all of it happen – it was just my imagination, you dirty hoes)

I bet she'll be having to suck on some of those throat lozenges my dad gives me when I get sick to get some feeling back there.

I tore my eyes away from his pants and felt the back of my neck flush as I took in his outfit.

Black combat boots seemed to be his norm, along with dark clothing. This time the dickhead wore baggy pants, a white tank with a open button down shirt overtop. You could still see the tattoos on his arms, but I knew he had a lot more. A black studded belt tied the entire outfit together.

It tore me up admitting that the dude had style.

My mouth dried at the thought of his bare chest. And those abs. If I could squeal like a little girl at the image of his abs, you bet your bottom dollar I'd do it.

UH-THEE-NA

STOP THINKING OF HIM THIS WAY

HE IS A DICKFACE

A RUDE HOOLIGAN

My neighbor raised a brow of his own and licked at the silver hoops on his lips – eyeing me up and down. His doe eyes darkened back into a glare when he looked into my eyes to find I was looking at him hatefully in return.

"I liked you better when you were stuttering." He rasped, dark eyes flashing in amusement when I bared my teeth at him.

"And I liked you better when you were halfway across the country." I spit back, remembering his conversation with Mom and North last night when he told them he lived in California prior.

Gods, why did this man get me so angry, so quickly?

My neighbor threw back his head and laughed for a moment, and I took the chance to take him in. His dark black hair was shaved in the back, with his hair longer on top. It looked so soft and fluffy; I just wanted to touch and tug it.

Wut? No Athena – the only time I will be thinking about his fluffy hair is when I imagine it all falling out when I put Nair in his hair products.

My neighbor looked back down at me and bit the edge of his lip.

My eye twitched.

I remembered the way he bit his lip when that lady hit her knees in front of him.

DO NOT THINK OF THIS AGAIN.

"Can you get out of my way?" I gritted out through clenched teeth, don't lash out, Athena. Just don't...no matter how much you want to

My neighbor eyed my cheek curiously seeing the handprint shaped bruise and jerked his chin. "What happened there?"

Ah, nothing much. Only that I bitch slapped myself after seeing the pierced beast in your pants. No biggie.

"Not your business, you overdraft bank fee." I snapped. My neighbor's head neared back in shock, lips pursing to keep the smirk off his lips.

"Overdraft bank fee? Really? That's the best you got, Princess?" he asked, bending his knees down to lower his height to look me in the eyes.

I gasped at the disrespect, "Okay; listen here, you lunatic." My eye started to twitch again. Damn it. "I am not that short—"

"Really?" he snorted, eyes alight with amusement, "How tall are you? Five Foot?"

He stood to his full height and peered down at me, daring me.

"Four eleven and a quarter, thank you very much for asking." I cut in, ears blushing hotly as he snickered, "and two, I have a lot of insults – I can make you a list, if you'd like, fuckface. And three, my name is Athena, not Princess." I hissed lowly.

I held onto the box of tampons when he looked after I had finished my speech.

My hotter than the sun smirked again (ohmygod, does he not know how to smile? Only smirk?) and peered at the list in my hands.

"You have a mouth on you." He mused, watching with rapt attention as I choked slightly.

"Probably not as good as that lady a couple days ago." I muttered too lowly for him to hear.

His ears perked, "You say something, princess?" he asked, lips lifting in a little smirk.

The back of my neck flushed at the nickname.

I grasped the items in my arms tighter towards me, "Nothing. Now can you move out of my way?" I asked. My neighbor chuckled lowly and reached above my head to grab something.

Sonofabitch: my brain is experiencing technical difficulties.

The fabric of his shirt brushed against my chin, and I got a whiff of his cologne. It was light but fuckin' heavenly. Why did this insufferable salt slug smell so good.

"Here," His eyes sparkled in amusement as he dropped a medium sized box on top of the items in my hands. My face paled then brightened into a blush when I saw the box of condoms.

My neighbor watched my face color in sick amusement.

I wanted to reach over and smack the piss out of his gorgeous cheeks.

He backed away slowly, holding another box of condoms in his hand as he left, chuckling lowly.

"I'll be seeing you soon, princess."

Fuck.

It happened again.

I was malfunctioning. 

My eyes look to the right, and lit up once I saw the Nair powder.

Without a second thought and regret; I swiped the box up in my hands and went to the checkout.

I have a feeling I'll be needing this. Real soon.

A/N

i love my beloved athena sm. are y'all excited to meet sawyer?

#jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook x oc #bts jungkook #wattpad #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungguk #jungkook x original character #jungkook au #enemies to friends to lovers

[lynnarang]

A Different Kind of Holiday

cw// smut, dubcon, orgasm control, oral, religious play

It was incredibly unlucky timing for the demon that she entered heat just as her angel lover began celebrating a holy weekend.

"Sorry babe, if I sin on a holiday I'll lose my halo."

A frustrated demon was forced to sit three whole days, practically oozing pheromones, while her girlfriend hummed hymns and pretended not to notice.

She spent hours holed up in their room, masturbating and moaning loud enough to get complaints from the neighbors, but to no avail

It became harder and harder for her to focus as the heat consumed her, the masturbation having only made it worse. She was beginning to think she would go insane, but she had been told directly tempting her girlfriend was off-limits.

Finally the holidays ended, and the moment her lover returned home from her errands, the demon was ready to pounce.

The half-succubus skipped the subtlety, approaching her lover naked, tail flicking through the air behind her.

"You've kept me waiting long enough dear, tonigh-"

She didn't even have time to finish her words before a hand was wrapped around her throat, pinning her to the wall.

"I kept you waiting?! Do you have any idea how hard it's been to be chaste these past few days? With you flaunting around near naked, screaming like you're in a porno, the smells you give off making my brain scream at me to breed you?!"

The demon was shocked, both by the outburst and the hand pinning her. Even as her limbs struggled to peel the angel's hands off herself, she found that her body was too weak to fight back effectively.

"I.. couldn't help it.."

She whimpered, face growing flush from the heat.

The grip on her throat tightened, drawing a weak squeal.

"No, I suppose a little harlot like you can't."

The angel's other hand moved up to caress one of the demon's horns, rubbing a thumb up and down the length, drawing delicious little half-choked moans.

"But if you think I'm just going to give you what you want after the hell you tried to drag me into…"

The angel smiled in the horrifying way only angels could, enough on its own to send a cold chill down the demon's spine. She thrashed more violently, but it was no use.

The demon was so hungry and needy that the strength had left her limbs, and the angel was bursting with divine energy after holding to her convictions.

Within a matter of minutes she was kneeling on the ground, arms chained away from her needy nethers, head held in her angel's soft hand, a thumb exploring her mouth.

"You know dear, the more you beg to be fucked the more it proves I need to deny you~"

The angel was clearly enjoying herself, used to being on the other end of this treatment, and well, her girlfriend was so cute when she was so needy and distressed!

"Pwhhf.."

The demon's whimpers were just so pathetic at this point, the tears in her eyes only making her hotter.

"Don't worry dear, you'll get your relief…"

The angel assured, simultaneously scratching her demon's chin with her fingers and caressing her cheek with her thumb.

"But first, it's time for you to do a little worshiping of your own~"

Any further complaints about the arrangement were soon buried beneath a throat full of divine girldick.

And worship it she did, ravenous tongue a bit sloppy but so very desperate. The moans from her angel and the musk filling her nostrils were all the encouragement she needed.

It didn't take long to bring her lover to climax, the reward deliciously intoxicating and all the more maddening. Her own body screamed for release, but the cock resting in her mouth didn't seem to be going anywhere.

She looked up with pleading eyes, more puppy than demon.

The angel's grin was could only be described as demonic.

"Come on dear, surely you didn't think once was enough? I was worshiping for three days straight, surely you can do the same!"

There was a look of terror in the demon's eyes as the angel started thrusting again.

Angel who was so very cruel, and demon whose jaw was going to be so very sore~

#empty spaces #microfiction #writing #repost from twitter #my ocs #sephina fairheart #arang schütze #smut #dubious consent

[simmeons]

ggrrr...rnrnnnn..........gay priest vampire make me MAD!! no prof read☝️🤓

Despite the harsh sun, I always found myself drawn to wildlife. I always wanted to understand it, learn it. I never thought it was possible, but I never thought it was possible for a priest to love me either.

He stands beside me, a grip on an umbrella to protect me from the rays of the sun. He's not saying anything, but I can feel his eyes on me.

We've worked together to make a small garden, a variety of vegetables and other plants. The majority of the time Monty would hold an umbrella for me, since without the shade I would burn to a crisp.

The red of the tomatoes are bright in the daylight. They would normally be dull in the dark, and I am thankful Monty is willing to help me so I can appreciate the plants in another light.

"They're looking pretty ripe." Monty spoke softly, to himself or me, I'm unsure.

"Another day or two."

I feel the touch of his elbow against mine, a hand reaching out to grab the watering pail I'm using.

"Let me help."

His hand brushes mine, his soft warm pinky touching mine. I am quite tired, this being the time I rest. I can't deny his help even if I wanted to.

I let go of the pail, moving both my hands to the handle of the umbrella. He moves his hands, allowing me full control of the umbrella.

"Thank you."

He smiles at me, a soft and caring smile. I feel a twinge of uselessness as I watch him carefully water the plants, his ginger hair shimmering slightly in the sunlight. His hair reminds me of copper wire, the things I've watched being bent in those Internet videos Monty has watched before.

I watch as the priest finishes watering our plants, humming to himself softly. My eyelids are growing heavy, the need to sleep setting into my bones. I wish to say something, speak up, but even talking feels like a chore.

Monty sets the pail down and turns to me, pressing a hand to my cheek.

"Someone looks tired."

"Unfortunately."

"Nonsense. Let's get ye to bed." I nod, not able to refuse such a appealing idea.

He takes the umbrella from me, and walks me out of the small garden. I lean onto him as we walk, a small yawn slipping past my lips. I cover my mouth to be respectful, finding it rude to yawn so openly.

Monty must've found it cute as he presses a kiss to my cheek. I huff and speak up.

"If you're going to kiss me, at least do it properly."

He looks a little surprised before chucking a little. "Well, I must correct my mistake."

I sigh as we halt, the Scottish priest leaning in to press his lips against mine. It's a feeling I'll never get tired of. My eyes close, and I relax into the feeling of our kiss. Neither of us make a move to deepen the kiss, not only is it the wrong time, it's too dangerous with my fangs.

The kiss is enjoyable, until I feel a warm sensation on my face. I assume it's me blushing, but that's until the warm feeling becomes hotter, and hotter. I pull away from the kiss when I realize the error of the placement of the kiss.

"Give me that!" I bark and grab the umbrella from Monty, the priest was too caught up in the kiss and his hand had weakened, the umbrella tilting and leaving my face bare for the harsh sun to burn.

"Oh! Are ye okay? I'm sorry!" Monty grabs my warm face, a gente steam coming from my pale skin as my just burnt face cools off. He waves some of the soft gray air away to look more directly at me, where he puffs out a held back laugh.

"What?" I frown, Monty is just smiling.

"Ye got a suntan!" He laughs more openly, laughing at my predicament.

I feel my face heat up with embarrassment and a pinch of anger, frustrated at myself for falling for such a clumsy human.

Forcing myself to leave his grasp I leave the laughing priest outside to himself as I make my way back to the safety and shade of the house.

#my head hurts....🙁🙁☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ #someone kiss me better😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓 #wahhhhh waaaasahhhhhhhh #sorry had to put baby tags i do have a bad headache though #no one asked for this but im posting it anyway #vamp/preist au

[moonshineboyz]

[17:40]

Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

masterlist ♡

“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

#fkp-net #tbz smut #the boyz smut #juyeon smut #lee juyeon #tbz juyeon smut #tbz x reader #tbz scenarios #tbz timestamps #tbz writing #tbz fanfic #tbz drabble #juyeon x reader #juyeon scenarios #juyeon timestamps #juyeon writing #juyeon fanfic #juyeon drabbles #the boyz imagines #juyeon imagines #tbz imagine #the boyz drabbles #the boyz writings #the boyz scenarios #the boyz x reader #the boyz fanfic #the boyz timestamps #tbz timestamp smut

[russiandoll-from-brooklyn]

Feel Again

Title: Feel Again

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes isn't a virgin, but he may as well be — since it’s been, well... 70 years.

Bucky and reader make love for the first time, and Bucky needs a lot of reassurance.

[I can honestly say that this fic contains the holy trinity of smut, fluff, and angst all in one. Prepare your emotions!]

Warnings: SMUT, fluff/angst, soft!bucky, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.8k

-------

Three months.

It had been nearly a season since Bucky first kissed you. The two of you had been up late working on repairs to his arm, nestled away in the nighttime silence of the Avengers Facility tech lab. It had been a complete surprise to you, knocking the air out of your lungs. It was unplanned and sloppy, but somehow it was the perfect culmination of what felt like ages of unacknowledged longing.

Since then, there had been confessions and emotions. There had been more kisses, yes, but always confined to brief snippets of stolen privacy. They had to be. The two of you agreed that there would be heavy implications to your involvement. Would Steve scold Bucky? Would Tony stop trusting you? You and Bucky weren't even sure what this was yet. Best to keep it a secret, at least until things made more sense.

You were fine with keeping it a secret. But the lack of alone time was growing frustrating. Every time you caught a glimpse of his bared skin during training, or felt the fleeting brush of his hand against yours as he passed behind you in the hall, the fire within you burned hotter. You wanted him. And you could tell he wanted you, too. The brief kisses you managed to steal had been getting hungrier and hungrier. Bucky's desire was tangible, even through his steely, controlled exterior.

So, when the team is called in for a board meeting with Dir. Fury and the other department heads, you don't hesitate to suggest you hang back.

"I have that new resin 3D-printer project I should finish up," you tell Steve matter-of factly. "And plus, it would be good for someone to stay behind to watch the grounds. There's still that software bug Tony found in F.R.I.D.A.Y. last week."

Steve mulls this over in his mind for a moment.

"That's a good idea," he finally says. "But you shouldn't stay back alone."

"I'll stay with her," Bucky blurts out, barely letting Steve finish his sentence.

You feel your body involuntarily tense up. Don't be so obvious, Barnes. Luckily, Steve and the others don't seem to catch Bucky's eagerness.

"Thanks, Buck," replies Steves, giving his friend a firm nod.

That evening around dinnertime, the Steve, Tony, Natasha, Sam, and the others board the quinjet, preparing for take-off. The huge engines purr to life, and soon you and Bucky are waving goodbye from your place the ground. As soon as the quinjet fades into the lavender-dusk sky, the two of you head back inside.

"So," you say to the soldier, a hint of playfulness in your voice. You close the glass door behind you, leaving you and Bucky standing in the hallway. "It was nice of you to be concerned for my safety. Upstate New York is a really sketchy place for a girl to be alone."

Bucky looks down at the floor which a bashful chuckle. God, he's so darn cute. You loved his shyness and the way he bites his bottom lip when he gets nervous.

"Well, of course. I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if something happened while we were away." He takes a minuscule step in your direction. "Always safer in pairs."

You let your eyes wander from the stubble of his beard to the broad expanse of his chest shoulders. The dark gray shirt he's wearing hugs his muscles perfectly, giving just enough impression of the rippling strength underneath. His flesh hand plays with the threads at the side of his jeans.

Fuck. You're finally alone and you can't wait anymore.

You quickly close the space between you and Bucky. You reach a hand up and guide his face down, capturing his lips in yours hungrily. He immediately responds by bringing his hands to your waist. His kiss is firm yet steady, and you feel the slightest hum vibrate through his lips.

The kiss deepens and you part your lips enough to allow Bucky's tongue to enter. The muscle plays gently at your mouth, sending warmth to your core. When you softly nip at his bottom lip, he groans involuntarily.

"Fuck," Bucky whispers with a small laugh. "I guess I'm just excited to finally have some privacy with you."

You grin widely at him. For such a rock of a man, he has this unexpected soft side that you find utterly endearing.

"You have no idea," you reply. "Do you want to go to my room?"

He nods, and you eagerly guide Bucky by the hand, down the hall and to your room. As soon as you're inside the doorway, Bucky spins you around and attaches his lips to yours again. His movements are strong and sure. You love how small you felt when his hands are all over you, roaming your body, encapsulating you.

You briefly break the kiss to pull Bucky down onto your bed. You come down on your back as he moves on top of you. He's careful not to let his full weight bear down, supporting himself on his forearms. You tangle your fingers in his hair, wanting more of him. You let out a soft gasp of pleasure as he starts to pepper kisses on your jaw and neck. His lips, along with the light roughness of his facial hair, sends goosebumps along your sensitive skin.

You feel yourself getting more and more turned on with every touch of Bucky's mouth on you. You feel his metal hand move down further on your waist, gripping your hip. You let out a moan at the sudden touch.

Without warning, Bucky detaches himself from your neck and props himself up to look directly at you. There's hints of distress on his face, and you immediately worry that something is off.

"Sorry, Y/N," he says, shaking his head a little. "I'm just... Am I doing alright?"

You look at him, taking in his deep blue eyes. His brow is furrowed and there's a genuine quality of worry across his forehead.

"You don't have to be nervous," you reply sweetly, caressing his cheek in your palm. "Is there something wrong?"

He lets out the breath he's been holding and moves off of you, over onto his side. You turn to face him, laying your head down on the pillow.

"No, nothing's wrong," Bucky says quietly, eyes avoiding yours. "I guess I'm just nervous."

"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry," you stammer out. "I'm sorry if I was making you feel pressured-"

"No, no, you're fine," Bucky quickly assures you. "I want this. I just haven't done anything like this in... a really long time. Since before everything."

You sigh with relief. You didn't care at all that he was out of practice. You felt a pang of sadness at his insecurity.

"It's totally OK. I just don't want you to do something if you don't want to.

"Oh, trust me, I do want this," he says, attempting a feeble chuckle. "Honestly, I just don't want to disappoint you. What if I can't... you know. Make you feel good?"

His eyes finally meet yours, and for the first time, you see Bucky's true vulnerability. Behind his steely sureness and quiet persona, this was the real Bucky. Afraid of doing the wrong thing. Craving affection, but scared he might not deserve it. You wish you could wrap your arms around him melt it all away. You wish you could wipe away every memory of HYDRA from his head. Every seed of doubt and worthlessness they planted in him. Every barked order and every punishment. Every year of his life -- of his humanity -- they stole.

You lean in and plant a firm kiss to his lips. He kisses you back, hand coming up to hold your face.

"James Buchanan Barnes," you announce to him, enunciating each syllable. You grin, holding his face close to yours. "I. Don't. Care. I want you."

His wide eyes meet yours one more time. Then suddenly, as if realizing the weight of your words, he lunges in to kiss you with even more hunger than before. There's a newly reckless abandon to his movements, and you return the energy in your own touches. He positions himself back on top of you and you wrap your legs around him, pulling his muscular body in closer. It doesn't take long for him to test the waters, starting to grind his hips ever so gently down into you. You moan in encouragement, and he rolls his hips down harder. You can feel Bucky's erection through his jeans, straining against the fabric. You groan at the sensation.

You let your hands snake down to the hem of his shirt. You gently tug it upwards, and Bucky sits up on his knees to pull it over his head. You bite your lip, nearly drooling at the sight of his bare chest and abs. You'd seen him shirtless countless times in training, but something about this angle -- him hovering above you, body on top of yours -- made your pussy throb.

You swiftly remove your own shirt, rising up to kneel in front of him. You shift your positioning to be on top now. You straddle the super soldier, feeling the full extent of his erection under you. Bucky lets out a deep groan at the pleasure before reaching up and around you to unclasp your bra. Your mouth roams his neck as he fumbles with the mechanism. You remain patient, smiling to yourself at his efforts.

"Shit. Help," Bucky finally says with a defeated laugh.

You giggle, reaching back to undo the clasp. You let your bra slide off your arms and discard it on the floor. Bucky's eyes are glued to your breasts. A moment later, his hands are on them, playing with them gently. The feeling of his cool vibranium hand sends shivers down your spine as he begins to play with your nipple. You resume your slow grinding against his erection, relishing in the sensations.

After a minute or two, Bucky's hands suddenly shoot to your waist, holding you still. His eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly ajar.

"You better stop that," he manages to say, stifling a chuckle. "Gonna make me come in my pants like a high schooler."

"You mean, like... this?" you tease, bucking your hips one more time.

He lets out a guttural moan, tightening his grip on your hips like a vice. You can't help but find his sensitivity a huge turn-on.

"Y/N! It's not nice to bully a man for not having sex for 70 years," Bucky jokes, eyes still closed trying to steady himself.

You giggle, moving off of him. Kneeling next to his torso, you start to toy with the waistline of his jeans. He moans softly in encouragement, and you start to unbuckle them, slowly releasing the zipper. You pull down Bucky's jeans so he can kick them off fully, letting them join the other abandoned clothes on the floor. You remove his boxers as well, and his erection springs free.

Oh. My. God.

Bucky is huge. You can't help but stare at his length. His cock is long, thick, and has a slight upward curve to it. You have enough experience to know the ecstasy his cock could cause. You involuntarily bite you lower lip, anticipating having it inside of you. A large drop of precum is starting to drip from the tip, leaving a trail of glistening moisture.

You position yourself to kneel between his legs. Bucky, his pupils blown dark with arousal, watches you with an intense gaze as you lower your face to his cock. He smells cleans yet musty, a scent that leaves you feeling intoxicated. You start lick a thick strip up his cock, from the base all the way to the tip. You catch the drop of precum on your tongue, moaning at the taste. Bucky throws his head back into the pillow, a loud growl escaping from his throat. You continue to lick and suck him, taking him more and more into your mouth. His cock is massive, so you have to use your hand to stroke the base.

Bucky desperately tangles his hands in your hair, moaning uncontrollably. You feel his thighs starts to tense and squeeze as his breathing increases pace. Having the Winter Soldier coming apart beneath you is heaven. The image of him panting and moaning like an animal is almost as much pleasure for you as it is for him.

Then, without warning, he stops you again. He holds a handful of your hair tightly in his metal hand, forcing you to still.

"Holy, shit," he breathes through moans. "I'm so close. You have to stop or I'm gon' come."

You slowly remove your mouth from his cock, wiping the spit and precum from your lips. He watches intently as you strip off your pants and underwear. Your pussy is drenched with arousal by now, and the air or your bedroom feels cool against your wetness. You lay down on your back.

"You on top. You control the speed," you tell him.

Bucky doesn't hesitate to climb on top of you, positioning himself between your legs. He gnaws at his lip, taking in the sight of you, fully naked beneath him. Your pussy throbs with want. Bucky begins rubbing the head of his cock against the slick of your opening. He nearly whimpers at the feeling.

"Can I?" he whispers.

"I want you," you tell him softly, gripping onto his strong shoulders.

With that, he slowly starts to push into your pussy. You both moan with ecstasy as he sinks deeper and deeper. His huge size stretches you walls, but you're so aroused that there's barely any burn. You need him.

He pauses once he's fully buried inside you, collecting himself. Once he's ready, he slowly starts thrusting into and out of you. You feel him grip the sheets tightly in his fists, and he leans down to kiss you eagerly. He only goes in and out about half way, always keeping a portion of his length sheathed in you. The sensation is mind-blowing. You groan at the way his public mount rubs against your clit with every downstroke. You moan loudly, letting yourself give into every ounce of pleasure.

It doesn't take long before you start to feel Bucky's thigh muscles tense again. His trusts become more erratic and his moans get louder. Soon, he's a panting mess on top of you, releasing primal groans with every thrust.

"Bucky, sweetheart, just like that," you say through your moans. "Come for me. I want you to feel so good."

All he can manage to reply with is your name, which he growls over and over. He locks his lips to yours, and suddenly, you feel his cock convulsing inside of you. He nearly screams with pleasure, emptying his cum inside of you.

You gently stroke his hair as he thrusts a few more times, riding out the full ecstasy of his orgasm. After a few moments, he gently pulls out of your dripping pussy, collapsing on his back beside you.

He only stays there for a moment though. Before you can say anything, Bucky jumps out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. He swiftly returns with a warm, damp towel. He hands it to you, let you clean yourself up. You can help but smile at his attentiveness. After you're both washed up, he rejoins you in the bed.

Laying on your sides, you share a deep moment of connection, gazing into one another's eyes. Bucky's blue irises look different. Normally, they're storms -- twin cyclones of intensity. But right now, they're more akin to tide pools, teeming with life just below the surface. You reach out and grab his flesh hand. He closes his fingers around you. The two of you had been laying in perfect, comfortable silence when Bucky finally speaks aloud.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"For what?" you ask, not breaking his gaze.

He suddenly looks bashful. He closes his eyes, and you can see a hint of blush appearing on his cheeks.

"For a lot of things. For not being afraid of me. For being gentle with me. For taking me as I am."

Your heart feels like it might jump out of your chest. A smile spreads across your face and you squeeze Bucky's hand a bit tighter.

And just like that: you know you've fallen for the Winter Soldier.

#bucky x reader #bucky x fem!reader #bucky fic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky fluff #avengers fic #avengers smut #avengers imagine #bucky imagine #marvel smut #virgin bucky #bucky barnes virgin #first time #fanfic #marvel

[caffeineforbucky]

As Time Goes By...(Chapter One)

Post-blip (five or six months later)

A/N: This is my first time writing on this website or anything public really, I usually just write for me, please just bear with me if it looks or sounds janky. Also, thanks for taking the time to read. I deeply & wholeheartedly appreciate you. Enjoy!

Summary: I suck at them but, I'll give it a shot. You- the reader, are surprised by 'old' friends when they show up out of the blue, asking for your help on a mission. (This is just the sum for chap. 1)

Word count: 2,760

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, ex-boyfriend jealousy...

The day was coming to an end, a small heatwave conjuring up a sweat as you wiped down your last table for the night. You blew out a breath, brushing back a sheen of perspiration with your forearm, watching the last customer walk out of the restaurant as the bell chimed above their head.

You never understood why people chose to sit inside when there were tables out on the sidewalk. It was hotter in here than out there, especially since the air conditioner had gone out just a few days prior and the fans above the tables were only circling the air inside. It was an actual oven, but they contended.

Your hightops heaved across the tile, dragging yourself with the sufficiency of a person who was only working because they had to. You kicked up the doorstop, pulling the door towards you with a small amount of goodwill and vigor to finish locking up, flipping the paper sign over from open to closed. It wasn't as if you hated your job. You thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of it all. It was the only person working the night shift job you hated with every fiber of your being. You weren't completely alone in the restaurant, having a few cooks and the owner to keep you company, especially on busy nights like the one you just had.

"I'm clocking out, Mrs. Turner!" You call out, reaching behind your back to untie the knot of your apron, pulling it up and off your neck once the ties came undone. Trudging back to the table, you picked up the disinfectant wipe and toss it in the bin, making your way to your boss's office before hanging up your apron on the hook. "Mrs. Turner...?" You murmur softly, poking your head in through the doorway, only to see her counting the profits for the day. "I'm heading home," You chime, pointing behind your shoulder with your thumb as she glances up at you.

"Alright, Honey," She beams, a bright smile pulling at her lips as her eyes meet yours. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

Working for the Turners wasn't supposed to be a permanent job, in fact, it wasn't even your original plan, as opposed to the small favors you would complete now and then for the people that were willing to pay a pretty penny for your...services.

But you figured having a stable job was smarter and safer than the alternative. And the help wanted sign was very persuasive, due to the pretty colors and splashes of glitter. It looked like it was made by a child, which you later found out, was decorated by Mrs. Turner's seven-year-old. "Always." You accede, tapping the doorframe as your goodbye before parading into the breakroom to gather your things from the lockers.

You take your backpack off the hook and swing the strap over your shoulder before time punching your card and going straight through the back door. The sounds of the city hit your ears as the heavy door slammed behind you. Traffic honks and tires treading against the grain while you walk further into the busy streets of San Francisco.

As you were about to turn the corner, you were met with the sight of your friend's van, followed by a trumpet rendition of La Cucaracha. You grinned widely, gripping your strap tighter as you jog up the 1972 Ford Ecoline, aka Big Bertha. At least that's what you called it. "Luis!" You rejoice, resting your palms on the ledge. "What are you doing here?"

"Scotty sent me out for a few things," Luis answers, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his head turned to you. "I was just about to go when I saw you. Thought you might need a ride." He shrugs, a cute smile playing on his lips.

You nod, reciprocating the smile at his answer. "Yeah, if it's not too much trouble..." You drag, your voice hesitant, as if he didn't offer at all.

"Nah, get in." He gestures, beckoning you with a wave of his hand. "Your place is on the way," Luis loosens his seatbelt, reaching over to the passenger side to pull up the lock, opening the door for you.

You climb in, plopping down on the tufted leather seats as you pulled the door towards you, closing it shut. "Thanks, Lu," You breathe, dropping your backpack below your feet, then you fasten your seatbelt. "How is Scott, anyway?" You ask as Luis changes gears and presses the gas, the van rolls onto the street.

"Ehh...he's...he's alright, know what I'm sayin'?" He answers, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. "I mean, he missed like five years of his daughter's life. He's just trying to spend as much time with her to make up for years they both lost."

You nibble at the inside of your cheek, nodding softly in agreement as the city lights passed you by. There wasn't much you could say to that, having lost so many people yourself. People you considered family just...gone.

"Yo!" Luis pipes up, snapping you out of your train of thought. "Didja see the news today?!" He shakes his head, whistling at the thought. "I can't believe they would just give some random dude the shield like that, ya know?"

You drew in your bottom lip in contempt, nodding once again at Luis. You had seen the news, and they couldn't have picked a better time to broadcast. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Turner asking you in, you would've hunted Sam Wilson down and kicked his ass yourself.

The van rolled to a stop, brakes squealing as Luis pulled up beside your apartment. You sighed heavily, glancing at the small apartment you shared with your Ex-boyfriend. By the looks of the living room light illuminating behind the curtains, he was home, and you absolutely dreaded when he was. It wasn't as if you wanted to live with him, but you had no other alternative. Ever since dropping your side job, money was tighter, and he was kind enough to let you stay, just until you found a place. "Thanks again for the ride, Lu." You mumble, unclicking your seatbelt as you took hold of your backpack. "You didn't have to."

"Don't even mention it, Y/N," Luis reassures, watching you as you pull at the door handle, opening it to get out. "I know how hard it is to get back into the norm."

You shut the passenger door, shooting him a sympathetic smile. "I'll see you around?"

With a smile, Luis waves goodbye and drives off into the night, the exhaust pipe blowing smoke as he rode off. You shook your head, cracking a smile at the honk of his horn. You turned towards the front entrance of the apartment, your stomach twisting as your smile dropped completely. You swallowed thickly, rolling the tension from your shoulders to prepare yourself before jogging up the small flight of stairs.

You fished your keys from the front pocket of your backpack, taking a breath before shoving the key into the lock, twisting as you pushed the door open with your shoulder. "Joshua?!" You voiced, calling out your ex's name to make sure it was him. You dropped your belongings beside the door, pushing your sneakers off before kicking the door shut with your foot.

"Yeah, in here!" He responds quickly, a slight tremor to his tone.

You frown softly, tossing your keys into the bowl on the console table before sauntering to where his voice was emanating from. "Josh, are you...?" Your voice came to a halt, your footsteps stopping altogether as you walked into the living room.

"Hey!" Joshua exclaims once your figure comes into view. "You wanna explain who they are?" He presses, his face crossed with fear as he gestures to the two men sitting calmly on your living room couch.

You remained quiet, your body tense, eyes wide as your focus shifted between the men on the couch and your ex.

"Well...?" Joshua demands, crossing his arms over his chest, shifting in his stance at the unsettling glare one of the men was sending his way. "I was in the middle of hosting game night-as you can see, when they showed up," Josh drops his arms, hands splaying out to gesture to the coffee table consisting of five different dips, two bulk-sized bags of tortilla chips, and a twenty-four pack of Blue Moon beer. "The guys were just about to come over."

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to refrain from any and all insults towards your ex. That explained why he was home. "Um..." You utter, pinching the bridge of your nose, "Fucking hell," You curse under your breath, eyes fluttering open to look at Joshua. "Josh," You begin, clearing your throat as you start with the man on the left. "They are Sam Wilson and..." You hesitate, eyes settling on the man to the right, his sight alone bringing back the memories that you swore you didn't want to remember. "James Barnes," You finish, ripping your eyes away from his baby blues to look at your ex. "Aka-"

"The Falcon and The Winter Soldier..." Joshua finishes for you, his eyes flashing with amazement, head whipping towards the guys. "Shit!" He curses, smiling widely like a kid in a candy store. "Can I get you guys anything? A plate? Beer?"

"Actually," You grunt, interrupting before Sam or Bucky could answer. "Can you give us a minute, Joshua?" Insisting while your foot tapped impatiently against the hardwood floor.

"Should I be worried?" He inquires, eyes filled with confusion as he looked between the three of you, trying to piece together the situation at hand. The main reason you and Joshua couldn't work it out was that you kept a lot of secrets, mostly from him. He didn't like the fact that you wouldn't let him in. Sure, you lied to him, the biggest lie being that you were an Avenger, but that was just to keep him safe. There were other reasons why you decided to split up as well. Joshua knew...he knew deep down you were just with him to pass the time. He could see it when he looked into your eyes. There was someone else in the reflection and it wasn't him. If he was honest with himself, he could admit that it did hurt him. That he wanted a chance to make it work with you, but with the way you were staring at James, he finally recognized that reflection.

He should've noticed it early on-like that day he had somehow convinced you to take a trip to D.C for a tour of the Captain America museum. You were hell-bent on not going, trying to make up some elaborate excuse or an alibi of sorts, but alas, you still went. And for some odd reason, you couldn't stop coming back to the Bucky Barnes portion.

"No," You reply, keeping it short to dismiss him.

Joshua's mouth set in a hard line, a foreign feeling forming in the pit of his stomach-jealousy. He never had to worry about it before, especially when his friends used to come over, back when you were still together. Except for that one time, but how could he blame them? You were the kind of person that listened, laughed at the jokes being made, could lend a hand when needed, and your looks were just a bonus in his book. "Uhm, yeah," He coughed, frowning softly while nodding his head at you. "I have to go pick up the pizza, anyway," Josh brushes past you, fetching his keys from the bowl while slipping on his Vans that sat up against the wall ledge that separated the front door from the living room. "Are you going to be okay?" He mumbles, glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

You shoot Josh a smile, nodding reassuringly, his footsteps approaching closer before stopping in front of you, the palm of his hand landing gently on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Let me know if you need anything, m'kay?" Josh's voice is soft, the concern in his eyes making you feel guilty. You knew he cared about you, and there wasn't a time where you'd catch him staring at you for far too long, but you were well past that. "I'm just a text away," He notes, waving his cell in his hand.

"Josh, I'll be fine," You sigh, stepping away from his touch, the sound of his hand hitting his jeans as it dropped from your shoulder. "I always am."

"Right," Josh nods, looking over at the men on the couch before gazing back at you. "I'll see you in a bit, bug." And with that, he turns, opens the front door, and steps out, shutting the wooden door behind him.

You close your eyes, the pet name Josh had coined for you making you sigh. He agreed to stop calling you that all together and it only made you feel that more guilty for ending things. "So..." You pipe up, opening your eyes as you turned to look at the guys. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Bug?"

Bucky is the first to speak, his jaw clenched at the mere sound of the word. Indignant at the way Josh had touched you, even if it was just your shoulder. "I didn't know he knew you like that," Bucky flashes you a taut smile, nodding softly as he shared a look with Sam, but the falcon only shook his head. "How long have you been..." Bucky couldn't even finish the question, his glove-clad hands tightening at the thought of you being with somebody else...someone that wasn't him. Though, it was his own fault. If he hadn't done what he'd done-you'd have never found another.

"Wow," You scoff, padding closer to where they sat. "You don't miss a beat, do you? Just..." You sink into the sofa adjacent to the one they occupied. "-Right into the big stuff."

"I didn't bring you here to question her about her love life," Sam voices, his scolding eyes on the man beside him. "And she sure as hell isn't obligated to answer you, Bucky."

You smile gratefully at Sam before glancing down at your leg that had begun to bounce in anticipation. "What are you guys doing here? And how'd you find me?" You ask, tilting your head in curiosity as you look up at the guys. "When I resigned from the Avengers initiative, they ensured me that I wasn't able to be traced, not by your or any other remaining member. I was supposed to be scot-free," You declare, hitting your thigh with your fist.

"Oh, come on, Y/N," Sam chuckles, shaking his head at the naivety. "We both know that's a bunch of bullshit. The government is always going to have its eyes on us. Especially free agents like you and us."

You draw in your bottom lip, biting down, eyes flickering between Sam and Bucky. You knew it was too good to be true, and part of you sensed the bullshit when the government explained it to you. You just didn't want to believe it.

"You were an ex-assassin. How could they not keep tabs on your whereabouts?" Sam recounts, emphasizing that it was in the past. At least, that's what they thought. "And I had some help from Redwing as well." He shrugs nonchalantly.

You choke out a laugh, shaking your head at the smug demeanor emitting from Sam. "Redwing," You whisper, smiling thinly. "Of course, nothing could ever be hidden from your personal P.I, huh?"

"I hate that thing," Bucky grumbles, folding his arms across his chest. in annoyance. "Invasion of privacy, I'm telling you."

"You love redwing," Sam jokes, playfully jabbing Bucky's arm with his elbow, "It's okay Bucky, you can admit it."

"Can we get back to the issue here?" You interject, "Not one of you has explained the reason you're here. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great to see you...one more than the other," You whisper that last part but, completely aware that Bucky could hear it. "But, you both showing up out of the blue...? That's almost a bad omen."

"I didn't ask him here, by the way," Sam acknowledges, raising his hands in defense, "I just want to get that out of the way. Bucky came because he wanted to. I'm here," Sam gestures to himself, "-For one reason and one reason only..."

"And what's that?" You ask, leaning forward in your seated position.

"I need your help, Y/N."

#james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x y/n #angst #jealousy #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnesxreader #marvel #post blip #bucky/reader #samuel wilson #sam wilson #ex boyfriend #bucky x female reader #james barnes x reader

[katsukikitten]

A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would. 

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air. 

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you. 

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung. 

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash. 

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top. 

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest. 

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no. 

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior. 

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper. 

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win. 

But he didn't have to know that. 

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench. 

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see." 

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily. 

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city. 

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on. 

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously. 

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him. 

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall. 

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape. 

"Wow. You look…" 

"Tai, I know, I look...different." 

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look." 

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody. 

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease. 

Slowly you were coming to hate it. 

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors. 

"Ready?" 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm. 

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced. 

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile. 

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head. 

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end. 

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?" 

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret. 

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass." 

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers 

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!" 

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots. 

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses. 

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses. 

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead." 

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are. 

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this. 

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core. 

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size. 

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied. 

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux. 

"You look flushed...you seem out of it." 

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross. 

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again. 

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up. 

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away. 

And maybe you would, you felt like you could. 

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint. 

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers. 

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak. 

To confess. 

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?" 

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.  

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite. 

"Please Tai, pleeeasse." 

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you. 

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile. 

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him. 

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it. 

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night." 

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin. 

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…" 

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum.  But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10. 

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours. 

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note. 

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently. 

"Happy new year baby." 

#fat gum x reader #fatgum x reader #fatgum smut #bnha x reader #bnha nye event

[nowayspidey]

Warnings; angst, smut and SMUT, unprotected sex.

Summary; You didn't like Peter, and you liked to humiliate him every time you had a chance to do so.

Authors note; this is the first time i do smut so pls tell me if its good so i can keep doing it ✨

• PETER PARKER X MALE!STARK!READER.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀──────────────

Temperaments heated up every time your father insisted that you train alongside Peter. You didn't hate Peter, but you didn't like him either. You even thought that he was a bit annoying and spoiled. You just felt annoyed with the presence of him near you. Typical Starks temperament.

Peter was not far behind, he knew that he was not to your liking at all, but Parker just did not seem to understand why. He didn't know anything about you, the only thing he knew was what anyone knew about the starks, a reputation for big parties that Tony seemed to have left once you and Morgan were born. But you followed the legacy of parties until you ended up with someone different under your sheets every night.

"Okay guys take a break but not to long." Tony pointed a finger as the sweat fell from their foreheads. “Jarvis monitors everything so if you spend more than the exact time i will know.

"As if that matters." You mumbled, heading towards the locker room that the Avengers base had.

"I heard that (Y/n)" Tony answered raising his voice watching you walk away. You turned around still walking backwards.

"Good, because I wanted you to know."

You wet your hands removing the sweat to wash your face, both would return to combat but you prefer to feel fresh and relaxed for minutes. When you looked up in the mirror reflection you saw Peter standing looking at you directly, he probably was going to do the same as you to wash some parts, but he was standing there looking at you seriously.

You had no problem challenging Tony, much less Peter.

"What do you want Parker." You turned around, leaning your hands on the sink, giving him that stupid little smile that you knew bothered him about you.

"Why do you hate me so much (Y/n)? Or Tony, are you always rude to people who try to be nice to you? "

"What the hell is your problem man?" You said indignantly crossing your arms, highlighting a little your muscles that Peter secretly lowered his gaze towards them. “My father and I is none of your business, or should I call you stepbrother now? I don't even know you and BELIEVE ME, I have no intention of doing so. Mind your own business, will you?

"What else could I expect from someone who wakes up with a different person every morning, because a mature attitude I don't think so." Peter challenged leaving you speechless, you were the one doing that, not him. “I have heard the rumors and stories of the incredible (y/n) stark and his magnificent reputation. But what if he's just an alter ego? And that you pretend to be the tough guy and not show that soft part of… .—

Peter couldn't finish as soon his spider sense warned him too late that danger was approaching. You pushed the boy on his shoulders causing him to bump his back against the metal lockers.

"And what about you Peter Parker." You started out with bitterness. It was your turn, Peter didn't know where he had gotten that guts, you always seemed to have them. “The classic loser who gets teased at school trying to get noticed by the girl he's in love with? C´mon Peter, you are nothing, the only thing that makes you special and why people would see you is because you are Spiderman. What else would make you special? Be a good kisser? A good boyfriend? You don't have any of that because you are alone. You are a lonely virgin.

Right on the guts. You knew it because Peter didn't bother to answer your push, he just stared at you with a combination of feelings, anger, sadness.

"Screw you man." Peter muttered pushing you with his shoulder before walking out of there.

You couldn't feel bad for him, you enjoyed the pain you caused to people you didn't like. You followed in his footsteps and when he had already left the room you heard your father's voice in the microphone of the communicator that was on the wall.

"Where´s he going? You have training. "

"He's a Nerd dad, He probably go back to his room to read a comic or something." You responded by pressing the button. “Now I'm going to do what I do best.

(.....)

You caught the shot glass between your teeth and lifted your head letting the bitter drink enter your throat in a single movement. The others started clapping and praising you like you were a party god. You threw the glass on the floor, breaking it, wiping your lips with the sleeve of your expensive shirt.

"Well? Does anyone want to challenge the leader of the parties or are you all a couple of chickens?"

You said flaunting yourself as the thrusters slowly brought you down from the air.

"I'll do it."

The metal boots hit the ground, your gaze focused on Peter and his new look that hardly made you think he was the same Peter you had humiliated at the base of the avengers. His hair pulled back, black pants, and a stylish short-sleeved shirt. The stark scholarship left money.

"Penis Parker." You said mockingly, the alcohol was starting to rise between your veins. "This is going to be interesting. Come on come up here baby. JARVIS! Serve another round.

The round of drinks increased more and more, neither of you took their eyes off the other. Neither wanted to lose to the other. Peter didn't seem to show any signs of dizziness or being drunk, and you knew why, his blood and spider abilities gave him certain advantages that you didn't have. You could already feel a minor headache.

"St..op.." You said stamping your glass on the bar when Peter was about to finish the drink. "I'm going to ... find--... another bottle.

"Sure Stark, take your time." A random boy replied patting your shoulder.

You went through the people leaving everything behind and climbed the stairs escaping from the embarrassing scene that you were going to happen if you didn't get out of there fast. With one hand on your stomach feeling dizzy you entered the closest room closing the door looking for the closest piece of furniture and contain your urge to vomit, you had to go back, Parker would not ruin your reputation.

"Looks like the legend himself (Y/n) Stark can only hold 10 drinks."

Peter entered the room putting the lock to make fun of you seeing you with your eyes closed barely catching your breath.

"If you want to vomit there is a bathroom, I can hold your hair while you are on your knees."

"Fuck off." You responded to his sarcasm. "Was it necessary to be bitten by another spider for you to bring out this manly behavior?

"Only when someone challenge me." Peter crossed his arms, that's when you realized that his school sweater hid some marked arms. You only raised an eyebrow. "And I came to prove to you how wrong you were in what you said, I wanted to enjoy that you recognized that you were wrong but I think that will not happen, right?

"In what part?"

The two were close enough now, Peter was enjoying it. Peter rubbed his half-open mouth with his lips with yours kissing them in a matter of seconds when you turned your head to the side laughing with your eyes closed. You could swear Peter's fingers were already resting delicately on your waist to draw you closer to him.

"Now are you just trying to seduce me? Please try something better and not when I just had a drinking battle with you."

"Which I won and you can't admit."

"Because of your blood type."

"Yeah, whatever."

You could feel the heat burning inside you when Peter kissed you again. You didn't even know if it was because of the alcohol or because of the sensation that he made you feel. Sensation that you wasn't going to admit that it felt good for someone who was sexually active like you.

The kiss was more and more attempt when Peter's hands were in your hair pulling it towards him with a few force and your hands were on his cheeks squeezing them while their mouths combined into one and your tongues soon found the other and make the kiss wetter than it already was. The pleasure made the surrounding weather turn hotter, Peter pulled your hair back allowing the apple of your throat to be marked and he began to kiss it along with each part of your neck.

Both soon stumbled onto the bed where you desperately sought to get rid of each other's clothes, almost tearing them up to get under the sheets. The erections soon brushed making your lips part and you glanced down with a surprised sigh as both caught your breath with slightly swollen lips.

"I thought that being your room it would be a kind of room with games or something like that."

"How many adult movies have you seen?" You asked dumbfounded, Peter turned out to be the sassy guy.

"Well when we were in Germany and I met your father I ...---"

"Peter I really don't want to know, it was sarcasm." You interrupted before he continued. "And it's not my house so I don't have my things." Peter raised both eyebrows. "What?

"You don't plan on stopping do you?"

"Do you want me to continue?"

Peter got up a bit to place a soft kiss this time on the corner of your lips.

"Okay... uhhmm.... open up."

You said taking your fingers to the mouth of Peter who opened catching them. His gaze was on your hand. His tongue moved between them, internally you bit your lip so as not to moan at the sensation and image you were seeing.

"It's enough." You mumbled after a few seconds. Peter opened his mouth and you pulled your fingers from his red lips. "Do you want to continue?

"Will you take away the honor of being with a Stark?"

You giggled in denial, with your other hand you slid down his entire left leg until he raised them to your waist and had a position. Your free hand took his member massaging it giving him a little pleasure and excitement when Peter closed his eyes leaving his mouth open, if anyone knew how to make someone feel good, it was you.

While you distracted Peter, you continued to set him up. Your fingers sought the entrance where you slowly inserted a finger to which Peter responded with a groan, the first you had heard since he entered the room. You moved it slowly and when you thought it was right, you put the second finger.

"Uh..hh ... this is ... new ..."

You smiled when you heard him trying to speak properly and not moaning. You took your fingers out after being inside it for a while and took your member licking you lip. You got him into position and to push yourself in slowly and carefully, you came face to face with Peter.

"Wow ..."

"Peter shut up." You said in a whisper rubbing your nose with his. "Does it hurt? Tell me how it feels so I can ...

"It feels perfect (Y/n)." Peter opened his eyes to meet yours. For the first time, you felt good about him. "You can...uhhmm... move.

You nodded, hiding your face in his neck, biting it and leaving marks on the points that you knew the human body was weak, you proceeded to bite the lobe of his ear while Parker sank his fingers into your bare back with one hand and with the other he pulled strands of your hair. . It was not difficult to know that taking your hair was Peter's fetish.

At first your movements were slow, you didn't want to hurt him and go fast. Slow was the way the pleasure was distributed, demonstrating it in the kisses both had while you did it. Within minutes you decided to try and go faster trying not to make noise from your skin hitting Peter's.

When you were about to reach your point, the veins were marked in your calves. You got out of Peter and you reached out to your member and started to pull it.

"Wait ..." Peter sat on the bed stopping you after straightening his hair. You let go of your hands and Peter started doing what you were doing.

Your hands were now the ones moving Peter's hair. Peter's hand moved quickly, it didn't take him long to reach your climax and release everything on his abdomen to what Peter looked at for a few seconds when he stopped.

Your heavy breathing made your sweaty chest rise and fall. Peter ran a hand over his abdomen with a surprised smirk.

"Wow. Did I really provoke this to you?"

"Don't flatter yourself, it's natural body reactions." You corrected and Peter wiped his hand with his leg taking your waist turning you now staying on top of you.

"Come on (Y/n), it's not that hard to admit some things from time to time. I want to hear it."

You remained silent, but not because of that, but because you were experiencing the sensation of your being the one that was down for the first time.

"Then I guess I'll make you say it." Peter murmured into your lips, running his fingers between them and repeating the same thing you had done with him. "God this feels so good.

You put your legs behind him arching your toes as well as your back. As soon as you felt Peter inside you, he made slow movements in and out as he bent down to kiss and bite your nipples.

Your eyes went wide than normal as you stroked his hair gently. Peter paused with his mouth still on your left nipple. You stopped your caress feeling the heat in your lower waist, inside you.

"Peter? Did you ... uhmmm ... cum already?"

Peter let go of your nipple looking at you embarrassedly with his cheeks redder than a tomato as he realized that he hadn't lasted at all as soon as he entered you. Peter came out of you slowly draining a bit of what he had released into you.

"They are reactions of the body, aren't they?" Peter mumbled sadly lying next to you where they both covered their bodies.

Peter brought both hands to his face, you turned to see him even with the awkward silence between you.

"Hey it's fine, actually.... aggg I'm going to kill you if you say this to someone." You said shaking your head, Peter slid his hands from his face turning his body towards you. "You're the first time I've ever had someone ... you know ... on top of me doing that.

"Uuuhhh, I feel, flattered I guess." One hand was under your neck and the other rested on your abdomen. Which Peter looked at in detail. "You are my first person.

You were quiet for a few seconds.

"I shouldn't have made that stupid joke that you were a lonely virgin." You spoke with regret in your soft tone. "But I enjoyed it .... and you on top of me too.

"Do you want to go out tomorrow? Like we're starting over."

"That sounds good."

"So I'll see you tomorrow at 8:00 at dellmars. The best sandwiches in Queens." Peter said cheerfully as he searched the floor for his pants. "We should do this more frequently.

"Fight or have sex?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Both."

#male reader #male!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland #tom holland masterlist #fanfic #peter parker #tom holland male reader #tom holland fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker angst #peter parker fic #peter parker male reader #peter parker male!reader #peter parker smut

[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

Helter Swelter

Rating: MA, NSFW

Spoilers: None

Trigger/content warnings: alcohol, semi-public sex, implied voyeurism

This is for the IN THE POOL square of @thatesqcrush 's Sexy Summer Bingo, and was requested!

-----------------

"This is a fucking disaster," Olivia sighed, throwing her bag onto the bed in frustration.

Amanda rammed the heel of her hand against the sputtering A/C unit in the window and frowned. "I don't know why you ever expect anything more from Daddy Dodds than a fuckup," she muttered.

Liv ran a hand over the nape of her neck under her hair, finding it moist with sweat, and surveyed their room. Dodds had told her that he had booked them at a high-class hotel for the Extended Learning conference that weekend. A five-star, full-service, swanky joint, he had sworn.

Yet, here they were - sweltering during the peak of a heatwave, in a barely passable room with one double bed and a busted A/C unit. Even better, they weren't even in the right city for the conference - a fact discovered when they called Dodds upon landing to tell him that nobody had heard of the hotel he named.

Fuckup was putting it mildly.

"I'll go talk to someone at the check-in desk and see if they can do anything about the air conditioning," Olivia announced.

"I'm going to take a cool shower in the meantime," Rollins said, palming sweat from her forehead.

The young man at the front desk looked at Liv as though he'd fallen asleep and she had walked out of one of his fantasies into the lobby. Handyman? Not on weekends, it turned out.

"The pool's open 'round the clock though," he shrugged. He finished up by giving her some info on what was available to order from the kitchen, then went back to the glare of his cell phone screen.

When Olivia got back to the room, Amanda was already out of the shower and had changed into light cotton shorts and a sports bra. Liv shrugged apologetically and tossed the info about food to her on the bed.

"No-go on the A/C. There's a pool though." She stopped at the bed long enough to grab her bag. "My turn in the shower, I guess."

Amanda nodded disinterestedly, perusing the menus as the brunette disappeared into the small bathroom.

.

.

The clock in the room was ticking past 1:30am. On the coffee table in front of the room's armchairs was a plate of mostly-eaten chicken nachos, and what was left of a six-pack of beer, still sweating condensation.

On the bed, the SVU detectives were also sweating, awake atop the bedclothes. Olivia was on her back, eyes to the ceiling, Rollins was on her side. They breathed the overwarm air and tried not to move too much, but neither could sleep. Amanda's tossing and turning was more irritating with every creak of the narrow mattress.

Tick -

Creak

Tock.

Always followed by the dying, strangled hum of the useless A/C.

This is it, this is how I'm going to lose my mind, Olivia decided.

Tick. Tock. Tick -

Creak.

"Amanda!" Liv snapped, "Can't you stay still for five minutes?!"

"I"m sorry!" the blonde whined, "I can't fucking sleep!"

Liv rolled her eyes. "I thought you grew up in the South? You must've had nights hotter than this."

"We slept out on the porch in the Summer."

"Be my guest and go sleep in the parking lot if you'll be more comfortable."

Amanda gave a surprised huff that was partway between amusement and annoyance. She leaned up on her elbows, shot Olivia a look, then rolled to her feet. "I'm going for a swim," she announced.

Liv's head turned on the pillow. "Amanda - it's nearly two AM."

"It's still almost 97 degrees! I can hardly breathe, I'm so hot," the blonde groaned. "Plus, I bought an expensive new bikini to wear at the hotel Dodds promised, and it's a damn crime for it to go to waste."

She crossed to her suitcase and unzipped it. "'Sides, you don't have to come. Stay here and melt, if you'll be more comfortable," she mocked.

Ten or so minutes later, both women slipped into the elevator, dressed in thin complimentary hotel robes, bikinis and sandals. In their robe pockets they had tucked cans of the warming beer from their earlier order.

On the main floor, they followed the signs to the door that lead to the pool and pushed outside into the thick, hot night air. The pool was somehow cleaner than their room, and they had it all to themselves. It rippled and beckoned under the starlight and the few florescent lamps that lit the tiled area around it.

Amanda stopped alongside a lounge chair and emptied her pockets of beer before she slipped off the robe. "What do you think?" she asked Liv, hands on hips.

Olivia swallowed dryly, glancing quickly at the bikini and then away. "Very nice," she murmured, busying herself with her own robe and cans. As Amanda walked away toward the pool's edge, Liv took another, more surreptitious look at the bathing suit. It was a dark green color, highlighted with square, gold rivets along the straps, the band under the bust, and along two split straps at the front of the bottom, which tied at each hip.

She popped open a beer and took a long pull from the can. I've seen underwear with more material than that entire suit, she mused. Her own suit looked conservative by comparison: a sporty black two-piece with boyshort bottoms ruched at the sides, and a crocheted, mesh high-neck top that covered her cleavage.

Amanda let out a loud, satisfied groan that startled Olivia out of her bikini thoughts, nearly dropping the drink in her hand.

"Oh my God that feels so good!" she cried. Blood rushed into Liv's face and groin simultaneously. "Hurry up and get in - and bring me a beer!" Rollins urged excitedly.

Olivia shed the last barrier between her bikini and Amanda's gaze, and grabbed two cans of beer. She leaned down to hand one to the blonde at the pool's edge.

"Thank you," Amanda said, and smiled genuinely for the first time since their plane touched down. It raised a relaxed twinkle to her blue eyes, and Liv stared until she caught herself.

She let herself down carefully on the tile and then scooted to the pool's edge, stretching her long legs into the water. Amanda was, of course, right - the water felt fantastic against the cloying heat - and Liv sighed with relief, letting her head fall back as her eyes closed.

The Southern blonde smirked and drank her beer, feeling more herself now that she wasn't sticky and uncomfortable. Setting her drink down, she plunged under the water and wet the rest of her body, kicking hard. When she split the surface, she was a few feet away from Olivia, who was still kicking her legs, watching.

"You didn't come all the way down to just sit on the sidelines, did ya?" Amanda teased.

"What, you wanna play Marco Polo?" the brunette tossed back, smiling as she raised her can to her lips.

"Don't make me drag you in here, City Girl!"

Liv set aside her drink and rolled her eyes, pushing her weight up and over the side with both hands against the concrete tile. The soothingly cool water ribboned over her warm skin, sending goosebumps racing in every direction.

"Better?" she grinned.

Amanda put a finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Mostly . . . " she drawled, "just - " Then she spread both arms wide and used them to scoop and splash water at Olivia, laughing.

Liv opened her eyes as the water settled, letting drops drip from her jawline and hair. "I'll make you regret that, Dixieland," she said calmly.

Rollins laughed and tipped backward into the water, kicking her feet and floating along the surface. Liv ducked under the water to finish cooling off, then swam back to the side for another drink. The dehydration from the heat was making the beer go to her head more than usual; she felt good, and she was enjoying Amanda's flirting.

"You'll have'ta find me, first!" Rollins giggled from behind Olivia.

Rolling her eyes, Liv swallowed what was in her mouth and replied, "Right, because the pool is soo - " she turned around to face the water, finding herself alone, " - big," she faltered. Scanning the pool she didn't see ripples or bubbles - no sign of the blonde mermaid.

Olivia shivered, partly from her lowering body temperature, and partly from the eerie silence of standing there in the water alone.

"Enough, Amanda," she called. "you're not funny." When there was still no response or sound, the brunette turned defiantly back to her beer. The quiet, early morning dark wasn't so peaceful, suddenly.

With absolutely no hint of movement or sound of warning, Amanda tunneled up out of the water behind Liv, the noise breaking the surface like rolling thunder as splashes rained down. Liv let out a gasping yelp as she startled, then Amanda's arms locked around her middle from behind.

"Marco Polo!" she shrieked in glee as she pulled Olivia underwater against her.

Sputtering, they broke the surface again together after just a beat, Amanda still holding tight. "Jesus, Rollins!" Liv coughed out, "You gave me a heart attack!"

They stilled as Liv caught her breath, heart pounding from being caught unawares. Slowly, the feeling of Amanda's wet body wrapped around her from behind began to register with her senses: their legs, sliding against each other, cool skin on skin, the press of hard nipples against her back where Amanda's wet suit pressed. It sparked another shiver, but this one went to Liv's center.

"I don't think that's how Marco Polo is played," Olivia murmured softly.

"Well, we didn't play it that much in Georgia," Amanda chuckled, her warm breath tickling the back of Liv's neck. Then, just as suddenly, she let her go.

Liv pushed away slightly, back to the side and the drink that had been interrupted. But her mind was buzzing about more than beer now, wondering if Amanda's flirting was purposeful, natural or beer-induced. She kept her eyes on the stone tile as the blonde floated over and resumed her own drink. Their bodies were unnervingly close. Liv's breathing shallowed as she bored a hole in the spot she focused on.

Then, Amanda's foot, sliding against Olivia's ankle. Too pointed to be an accident. Higher - the leg was slipping against calf. Underwater footsies, Liv mused, a little drunkenly. Still, she refused to turn her head, not wanting to break the tranquility.

Rollins drained the can she was holding, then set it poolside before shifting her body so that she was directly behind Liv again. Cool, wet lips pressed against the nape of Olivia's neck, and she drew in a ragged breath, held it.

The kiss warmed and went on, lips dragging over the water drops on the sensitive skin there until finally her tongue joined in. Liv's eyes closed, relaxing into the touch as she exhaled. Next there were fingers at the strings where her bikini top was tied, tugging slowly, gently, giving plenty of opportunity for the brunette to call the stops.

All of it felt too good, however, for stopping to enter Olivia's mind. The water, the touch, the buzz from the beer - it all beat an Extended Learning conference to hell and back.

Amanda pulled the ties away slowly, one side at a time, kissing and nibbling warmly over Liv's shoulders, while her legs continued to playfully rub and slip around and between Liv's underwater.

Liv felt a hand return to her middle, pressing firmly, while the other arm crossed her upper chest. Amanda tipped Liv's head to the side with wet fingers to the jawline, then licked the point of her tongue up the curve and pulled an earlobe into her mouth.

A moan escaped Olivia as she wriggled against the blonde's hold, turning in her arms. "You taste like salt and flowers," Rollins smirked, her voice thick and deep. It was all she got out before the brunette framed her face with dripping hands and kissed her mouth.

Her tongue was a shock of heat in comparison to her hands, and Amanda gave back everything she received, their kisses as deep and wet as the pool itself. The turning in her embrace had taken care of moving Liv's top out of the way, and Amanda could feel the brush of wet breasts as the brunette made out with her madly.

She fought to get her hands between their bodies, then the smooth weight of those same breasts filled her palms. The sensation sent a ripple of desire throbbing through her swollen center. Amanda's thumbs grazed over the hard peaks and it finally broke their kiss, Liv's head lolling back.

"Fuck," she hissed, spurring the blonde on to rub harder. When she couldn't take it any more, she pushed her hands under Amanda's arms and grasped the bottom of her bikini top, yanking it over her head.

Olivia ducked low, her mouth just as hungry for this as it had been for Amanda's tongue. One cold, dripping nipple, then the other rolled under the brunette's tongue and pebbled under the scrape of her teeth until Amanda was panting, fingers slipping in their search for purchase on Liv's shoulders.

Kicking her feet, she steered them back to the pool's side until she could leverage her weight to regain dominance. Amanda pushed her knee in between Liv's thighs and made contact with the place she wanted to touch most. Immediately, Olivia's head dipped to the blonde's shoulder, her breathing quickening. She turned so that her lips were just under her ear and breathed, "I want you to make me come."

Without a breath of hesitation, Amanda buoyed Liv's weight up with her hands spread on her outer thighs, and deposited the dark haired woman on the pool's edge. Both hands tugged on the bottoms Liv still had on, until they rolled down and were tossed to the tile with a wet splat.

Amanda pulled Olivia's ass flush to the edge and wrapped her arms around her tan thighs, then lowered her tongue to the dewy pink valley between. Her clit was swollen and aching, twitching as Amanda nosed over it and sucked it gently.

Impatient, Liv bucked her pelvis into every touch of Rollins' sweet mouth. "I'm so fucking wet, Amanda, please . . . "

"Patience is a virtue," Amanda grinned. "Guess they don't teach that in the city," she teased, running her tongue down and inside Olivia's dripping entrance with a moan. She brought two fingers into the mix, slipping then inside carefully, then rubbing firmly against the G-spot.

The normally restrained SVU detective was sprawled on the pool tile, propped on her arms with her head dropped back and her legs over the Southern blonde's shoulders. Mouth open, thighs quivering, Olivia could hear the roar of her blood rushing and the sound of Amanda's talented fingers fucking her blind.

"Oh God, Amanda . . . don't stop, please . . . don't - yes, fuck me fuck me . . . " she babbled, unsure if she was even coherent.

Rollins couldn't stop grinning as she sucked and fucked the trembling brunette with fervor.

"I'm going to - oh fuck, oh oh Amanda! Ungh I'm going to come!"

"Damn right you are," the blonde mumbled as she pulled her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue again. Olivia squeezed her thighs and rode her orgasm out on the thrust of Amanda's tongue, dripping hot juices.

Pleased with herself, she released her grip on Liv's thighs and cupped pool water in both her hands, dousing her face and hair to cool down. "God, you're fucking incredible," she grinned.

Liv let out a laugh. "You did all the work! Get up here, Amanda."

She did as told and joined her on the cool cement tile. Olivia liberated her from her bikini bottom, then straddled over her on all fours. Delighted to once again be presented with Liv's slick, pink pussy above her face, Amanda wasted no time in sliding her fingers back inside. She was distracted this time, however, by the long, gentle brush of Liv's own fingers, spreading her own pussy open.

"Fuck, look how wet you are," Liv praised, gathering the slickness on her fingertips and swirling them around the blonde's hard clit.

"Jesus!" Amanda cried, her hips quaking at the touch as she remembered to pick up her thrusts into Liv.

A greedy race to the finish line started as both women worked to make the other come first with fingers and tongues as the pool threw reflections of light and the stars winked down on them.

.

.

When they returned to their room, the morning was rushing toward dawn. Olivia opened the door and was startled to hear the hum of the now completely functional A/C unit.

"I'll be goddamned," Amanda drawled from over her shoulder.

Liv crossed to the unit and put her hands in front of it to make sure the air was cool. As she did so, Amanda found a new six-pack of cold beer on the coffee table. A post-it was stuck to the table beside the cans.

"Fixed your A/C, beer's on the house," Amanda read aloud to Liv, followed by, "But please feel free to enjoy another night swim anytime." She looked at Liv quizzically.

The front desk kid. Liv rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Oh, God."

"Good thing we ended up in the wrong place, after all," Amanda giggled, and pulled open another beer. "Cheers!"

END

#thatesqcrushsummerbingo #law and order svu #olivia benson #amanda rollins #svu #rolivia #hearteyes4mariska #my writing #in the pool #helter swelter #heatwave #fluffy smut #rollivia #tw: alcohol #tw: semi public sex #my fanfic #requested #semi public sex

[averageteaenjoyer]

Summary: You and George spend the morning romantically dancing in the middle of the kitchen.

Pairing: George x reader

|Sorry if I have mistakes, English is not my first language|

|I hope you like it|

Marimba rhythms

A few drops of cool water ran down to your fingertips and fell like swallows to the floor, leaving tiny puddles in their wake, while a couple of clean plates flew into place on the shelves. The morning sun smiled benevolently through the kitchen windows and several sunflowers nodded their petals to the spring wind, which ran like a young horse along the flower meadow. The rays of the warm sun playfully sent the sun bunnies to run along the walls of the house, as if they wanted to find new friends and embark on a morning waltz with them. The aroma of flowers and morning black coffee with pancakes mixed into a whirlwind of fluttering butterflies, just waking up from a long winter sleep.

(Y/n) slowly wiped her hands on a towel lying on the table and immediately stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and fatigue. Several golden threads of the sun adorned her bare legs, slightly tickling her body, sending a herd of goosebumps to race across all open areas, forcing the girl to finish stretching as soon as possible. Her fingers slid to the radio standing on the table, near the vase with tulips, setting in motion a small technique, and as soon as the quiet melody reached her ears (Y/n) swayed slightly towards the mugs with morning coffee. Black with one spoonful of sugar for him and with milk and two teaspoons of sugar for her.

Placing drinks on a tray with two plates full of pancakes and several fillings in the form of honey and strawberry syrup, the girl began dancing out of the kitchen to the stairs to the second floor, where the bedroom is located, until a familiar song stopped her halfway. The first few notes ran through the sunny kitchen making (Y/n) freeze in place thinking about whether to listen to music or continue her way upstairs. But her legs carried the girl back, leaving the tray on the table near the exit from the room, immediately moving closer to the radio and making the music louder.

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

Legs immediately rushed to circle (Y/n) in careful turns between all the obstacles of the kitchen. Hips deftly beat their own rhythm of the dance while their hands traced patterns in the air, completely unafraid to hit anything. The sun smilingly watched the girl's dance, sending her solar dancers as partners. The girl closed her eyes relying on her memory of space and whirled around in a waltz, not paying attention to the glare of the sun, which was trying to warm her body, as if urging her to dance at an even greater pace. (Y/n) grabbed a flower from a vase and made it her imaginary partner. She continued to almost jump among the chairs and other accessories. Coffee and breakfast lonely cooled on a table completely forgotten.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance, you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

Heavy footsteps were quietly heard at the entrance to the room, and a tall figure froze for a second in the doorway until a soft laugh escaped his lips, and a honey voice ran in a warm wave across the room:

“Well, and I thought that someone here needs help.”

(Y/n) immediately froze in place, caught red-handed, but catching the glance of brown eyes so closely following her figure, she laughed softly.

“Well ... a pair of strong hands would be useful to me” girl took a few slow steps forward, rolling the tulip in her hands “Weasley”

George smiled coquettishly, pushing away from the doorway just as languidly approaching (Y/n). His fingers confidently slid to the girl's palms, taking the flower from her hands and immediately sending it back to the vase.

“You won't need it anymore” man smiled and stretched out his hand forward “let me invite you to dance, love.”

“How can I refuse you, Mr. Weasley?” (Y/n) giggled again and clinging to the twin's hand clung to his strong body.

“Thank you” George hid his one hand at (Y/n) waist while the fingers of the second intertwined with those of his partner “now my favorite part of the song will play.”

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak

Their bodies swirled in an impromptu waltz as their feet carried them in different directions of the kitchen. George deftly led (Y/n) between all the obstacles, not taking his eyes off her figure, while she carefully looked around in an attempt not to crash into something. The man smiled lovingly and leaned forward slightly.

“Have I already said how beautiful you are, dear”

(Y/n) playfully examined the joker's face and slightly stretched her neck towards his face in an attempt to be closer.

“You say that too often, Georgie. I think I will soon feel like the beauty queen of this world” (Y/n) giggled, forcing the wrinkles around her eyes to become more visible than usual.

“But you are already a beauty queen.”

“Then you are the king of beauty, no, you are the GOD of beauty” Weasley smiled lovingly at the girl's words, again bending closer, catching her nose with his lips.

“Then you are Miss Universe, (Y/n)” the man smiled with satisfaction and continued in a teasing manner “now you won't argue with me.”

“Ah well!” the girl immediately caught herself and slightly moved away from the twin (receiving a displeased moan from his lips) and quickly examined him “since I can't give you a title, I'll just name everything that I love about you!”

“Really?”

“Of course” (Y/n) breathed as much air into her lungs as possible and looking into George's eyes began to happily list “I love your eyes, they remind me of the hot chocolate that you always cook for me, I love your shoulders because I can always hide my face there, your palms because they are always so warm and I love when you hold me in your arms, your hair, because it is so soft and I can always ruffle it and do some stupid hairstyle, I love your lips because they are so soft ... George ... I love you all because you remind me of family” (Y/n) broke into a smile from ear to ear and happily looked into the man’s eyes “you are my home, George.”

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

The smile on the man's lips quickly lit up his entire face and (Y/n) thought that he seemed to brighten up with happiness. Weasley, without wasting a single second, spun the girl in a crazy dance, as if they were in some stupid Spanish movie where they dance hot flamenco, as if their whole life rests on their movements. The twin twisted the girl around her axis and grabbing the partner's hips again carried her into an already more energetic dance, turning the kitchen into an impromptu scene. Several drops of sweat rolled down from the man's forehead that he pressed so hotly to (Y/n) forcing her to hug partner’s neck tighter to keep up with the rhythm of his hips and long legs.

"Are you tired yet, Mr. Weasley?" (Y/n) coquettishly raised an eyebrow watching the lively man opposite.

“No way, love” George slowed down his movements a little, but continued to heap to the beat of the music, without taking his eyes off the girl's face “but if you want to rest, honey” the man immediately knocked over (Y/n) holding her back with both hands “I'm always ready provide your services.”

“I’m still quite young, Weasley” the girl pulled herself up and returned back to a stable position “please do not underestimate me.”

“I would never” the joker innocently shrugged his shoulders, forcing (Y/n) to spin around her axis again, but this time pulling it even closer to his body “(Y/n) ... I want to kiss you so badly right now.”

(Y/n) giggled in embarrassment, looking at the man from under her eyelashes:

“You can always do it, George.”

The younger twin languidly closed his eyes and carefully placed his palms on the girl's cheeks, lightly stroking them with his thumbs, while (Y/n) looked expectantly into the man's brown irises.

“Can I kiss you, my love?” George softly whispered almost against girl's lips.

“Any time, Georgie,” (Y/n) answered him just as quietly.

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak

The sun still silently illuminated the kitchen, kissing the tulip petals with its warm rays, while outside the window the spring wind played with the young grass. Birds sang romantic May tunes, as if feeling the whole atmosphere of this morning, and watched with interest the frozen couple in their home.

George moaned weakly into (Y/n)’s lips tasting her kiss again. The man impatiently licked the girl's lower lip, asking to let him inside, and as soon as he received a silent permission he immediately slipped his tongue into her mouth, feeling the familiar warmth. (Y/n) gripped Weasley's shoulders tighter so as not to fall to the floor because of the unexpectedly buckling legs and it seemed to her that the air around them became slightly hotter. George immediately caught a silent plea and immediately grabbed the girl by the waist, holding her, and at the same time began to impatiently lean forward.

The faint aroma of almost weathered expensive perfume surrounded the couple, tickling their nose, forcing (Y/n) to literally faint from an overabundance of sensations and the only thing that helped her was a quiet melody in the background creating an atmosphere of a warm and bright morning, preventing her from completely losing herself in a man, adding to her desires to finish the dance. Weasley, having caught the girl's silent desire (as he could always do), allowed himself to lose himself in the kiss for the last time, slightly pressing on (Y/n), but immediately overpowering himself, slowly pushed back from the girl, interrupting the kiss.

“I love you, (Y/n)” George quietly whispered right into (Y/n)’s lips, not yet ready to let her go.

“I love you more, George,” the girl babbled just as silently, feeling how the Weasley began to slowly sway to the rhythm of the song, dragging her along.

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now.

#george weasley x reader #george weasley #weasley twins #harry potter #george weasley x y/n #x y/n

[karlajoyner]

It’s Perfect (Reggie Peters x Reader)

A/n: So I wrote this up after having a mental breakdown listening to Unsaid Emily on repeat. No regrets. But yeah you guys should comment some requests!

Warnings: Mention of abuse

————

“Yeah well at least I'm not a dead beat drunk!" I yelled at my father who stood a few steps away from me with a bottle of liquor at hand.

As soon as the words left my mouth I should've known I wouldn't get away with it.

My eyes burned as I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek. I held it, in pain. Tears stinging my eyes.

"A bitch. Just like your mother was" He said taking another swig of his drink.

I quickly sprinted out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back. Hearing the man that once dried my tears when I fell on the playground shout out awful slures towards me.

I wasn't daddy's girl anymore.

I ran. I ran as far as my feet would carry me. Until I reached a familiar house 9 streets away.

I ran into the driveway quietly. Knowing Bobby's family would be asleep by now. I panted reaching for the garage doors pulling them open and running in shutting them immediately behind me.

"Y/n?" A familiar voice spoke from behind me. I turned around seeing two of my bandmates getting ready for bed. I took a few steps forward trying to steady my breath.

"I-" I didn't even get a word out before I broke down completely.

"I'll call Reggie" Luke spoke leaving out the doors I had just come from.

Presumably towards the house that had the landline.

"It's okay" Alex whispered pulling me close in a tight hug. I cried into his chest as we sunk down to the floor.

I cried for what felt like hours before the door opened once more. I looked up through blurry eyes seeing my boyfriend standing there in a white tee shirt and black jeans. With his lucky red flannel tied around his waist.

"Baby" He whispered coming to sit next to me.

"Thanks guys. I've got her from here"

"We'll give you guys some time"

"Feel free to pull out the extra air mattress for tonight" Luke said before him and Alex left the studio.

"Baby what's wrong?" He whispered in my ear pulling me close.

"I-it's my dad. I can't-I can't be there anymore. I won't" I choked out letting my tears fall freely.

"Shhh it's okay" He attempted to soothe me. Each hair stroke making me feel safer knowing he was right next to me.

Ready to protect me from anything and everything. I cried as he lifted me in his arms moving me over to the couch never releasing his tight embrace on me.

"It's not Reg. He called my mom a bitch and then called me a bitch and then he slapped me" I cried. The boys jaw clenching.

It was very rare that you saw Reggie angry but when he was it was blaintly obvious you did not want to mess with him.

"He did what?" He asked clearly aggravated.

"He laid his hands on you" He spoke again trying to stand up.

"No Reggie. Please don't leave me" I whisper holding onto him. His tensed body seemed to ease as he held me close.

"I'll never leave you baby. You know that" He said the room going silent as we enjoyed each other's company even in saddest of moments.

"Your never going back there again" He spoke after a while.

"Where will I sleep?" I asked.

"Here. Alex and Luke won't mind. Niether will Bobby. You'll move here"

"I- I don't know if that's a good idea"

"I already talked it through with the guys"

"It's true" A familiar voice spoke from the doorway.

Our heads whipped towards the door to see the rest of the band standing there with frowns upon their faces.

"We all talked about it and think it's best"

"My parents won't mind. Just like Alex and Luke your apart of the family and are welcome anytime" Bobby said as the three boys got closer.

"You're our bandmate"

"Our friend"

"Our little sister"

"And we'll protect you from anyone who hurts you" Alex finished making my eyes well up once more.

"I love you guys" I smiled as Reggie placed a kiss on my temple.

"We love you too baby. And once Sunset Curve plays the Orpheum. The first thing we'll do is buy a house where we'll have our own room. Our own privacy" Reggie said running his hand up and down my arm.

"Cool it man no need to get all hot and bothered right now" Luke said making me giggle.

"Plus I think there's something you need to do before that" Alex said winking at Reggie. I looked at the two confused as Reggie nodded his head.

"What? What does he need to do?" I asked watching smirks beginning form on my bandmates faces.

I watched as Alex ran towards the loft. His figure only becoming visible again when he threw a small object over the balcony down towards Bobby. Again I watched as he caught it tossing it towards Luke who walked it over the a Reggie.

"I was gonna wait until we got signed after our big show at the Orpheum. But some things happen for a reason I guess" Reggie spoke nervously.

I watched as he kneeled down beside me. My body immediately sitting up in worry.

"Y/n, god where do I start. We've been best friends since elementary school. And lovers for 2 years now. After I wasted way too many years trying to make you jealous instead of telling you how I felt. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was not asking you this sooner. Y/n Y/l/n will you marry me?" He asked making my eyes widen as he open a black velvet box with a beautiful ring inside.

I look around at the other boys who had smiles spread across their faces.

"I may not be the smartest, the funniest, or even the hottest of the group" He spoke playfully glaring at Luke.

"And I really don't know why you chose me out of all of us. But you did. Its all I can offer right now but if you stick through it with me I promise one day I'll give you the world" He said a smile forming on my face.

"It's perfect Reginald. Your perfect" I spoke. Taking in his beautiful features.

"So it that a yes?" I heard Alex ask. "Yes. Yes! Oh my god yes!" I yelled pulling him up for a hug.

I grinned as he slipped the ring on my finger hearing the boys around us cheering. But the only thing I was focused on was the boy in front of me.

A boy who had only been known to show me lust, compassion, and love.

I giggled as Reggie pulled me into a passionate kiss the cheering dialing down.

"She said yes!" He shouted as soon as we pulled away.

"Congrats man" Luke said patting Reggie on the back.

"You know man you should just move in too while we're at it" Bobby joked.

"No!" Luke and Alex shouted at the same time.

"We do not need them consummating their marriage a few feet away from us while we try to sleep"

"It's only a matter of time boys. We do need to do that though huh?" I joked looked at Reggie.

"I'm not complaining" He said a lopsided smile forming on his face. I giggled as the boys began to make sounds of disgust.

"We'll head to your place first thing tomorrow and get your stuff for tonight you can barrow some of my clothes" Alex spoke going to his suitcase as pulling out a pair of boxers for me to wear as shorts.

"Thanks Alex" I smiled watching as Luke and Bobby moved under the loft to pull out the extra blow up mattress there for anyone else who needed to stay the night. Which usually was usually me or even Reggie sometimes. When things got real bad at home.

"I've got her shirt" Reggie said removing his flannel and handing it to me.

"Thanks babe. I know how much you love this thing"

"I do. But I love you more. Plus you look hotter in it than I do"

"I don't know about that. Something about your James Dean rocker look gets me turned on" I whispered in his ear.

I giggled watching his eyebrows raise in surprise. His usual pink tinted cheeks going red.

"Hey! No sex before the wedding" Luke joked.

"Let me live Patterson" Reggie said taking my hand to lead me towards the small bathroom in the back of the garage.

"Where are you going?"

"To consummate our marriage" I joked. Sort of.

Reggie and I laughed as the boys groaned in annoyance.

"I mean I am staying the night" Reggie said pulling me into the small room.

"Your sleeping outside" Alex called after us. Reggie not hesitating to shut the door behind us.

#luke jatp #reggie jatp #alex jatp #owen patrick joyner #jeremy shada #charlie gillespie #madison reyes #flynn jatp #jadah marie #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #sunset curve #Reggie x reader #owen joyner

[sylphid187]

Epilogue:Another One

Sunlight hits his face as it streams through his bedroom window. Kenma groans and tries to roll over from his current position on the bed, but finds that he has difficulty moving. He blinks his eyes open and then looks down, only to see a pair of arms draped around his waist, holding him tight. His thoughts begin to drift and he sighs fondly, remembering that he is no longer sleeping alone again, because after long weeks alone in a large house, Kuro is finally home. 

Kuro had to go on regular trips away for the JVA, that was just part of the job description. Of course, this means Kenma is usually alone at their, yes it's officially theirs now, home. Getting Apple Pie, Pie for short, has been helpful to ease the loneliness. The calico kitten has been nothing but a rumble of energy and adorable, always there to keep Kenma company. But it didn't erase the loneliness completely, and there was just no feeling that could compare to having Kuro around. 

But current events have allowed them more time together in the following months. With the V-League officially back in season, Kuro has been put in charge of attending those specific events. With most of the games being held in nearby stadiums, Kenma could actually spare some time to go watch them live with him. This was especially true when Shouyou was playing. The Jackals games were either watched live or in the comfort of their living room, at real time, while cuddled together. Kenma has never missed any of Shouyou's games. 

It's been around six months since their messy confession, give or take. Six months since they came out to the public as a couple, and the start of their rollercoaster of a relationship. They didn't have the perfect relationship, Kenma thinks. They still had misunderstandings, and sometimes they argued about the silliest things. But they never went to bed angry at one another, never slept without trying their best to settle things, in a way that won't leave either of them struggling to pick up the pieces of the fight the next day. Overall, Kenma was content and happy, and he hoped that Kuro was too. 

"Thinking about something?" Being stirred away from his thoughts, he feels Kuro mutter. The other's face buried on the top of his head, voice still groggy. 

"Hm. Nothing important." Kenma replies with another sigh. 

"Care to share then?" Kenma feels Kuro shift his position a bit, allowing the smaller male to turn around and having them face to face, before once again feeling Kuro's arms around his waist. "I'm a very good listener you know." 

"I was thinking of replacing you." Kenma states in a deadpan voice. 

Kuro gasps "Kenma! I'm offended! Only six months and you're tired of me already? Woe is me." Kuro tightens his hold and touches their noses together. "So tell me then, what do I have to do to regain your favor?" 

"You can get up and make breakfast." Kenma states. "And maybe I'll reconsider." 

Kuro immediately grins. "I knew my cooking was good for something. Here's an idea, you stay here and get some more shut eye. I'll make sure you have something to fill your empty stomach in a bit, yeah?" Kuroo starts to get up, slowly untangling himself between the mess of limbs the two of them are in. But Kenma immediately stops Kuroo and keeps him in place. "Kenma?" 

Kenma buries himself between the blanket and Kuro and snuggles closer. "Ten more minutes. Please." He just isn't ready to leave this warmth just yet. 

He feels Kuro place a kiss on the crown of his head, and hears the other give out a small chuckle of amusement. "Of course kitten, whatever you want." Kuro slowly settles back into his previous position. And it doesn't take long for sleep to overtake him again, filled with complete contentment and bliss. 

 

When Kenma wakes, it's to his stomach rumbling and the wafting smell of buttered toast and sizzling bacon. He slightly sniffs the air before opening his eyes and sighs in disappointment that he can no longer feel Kuro’s warmth beside him. Kenma allows himself to yawn and stretch before he rubs his eyes to force himself awake. He puts on slippers and pads out of the room, straight to their connected dining area and living room. 

He stops mid-step and blinks when he sees Kuro standing there, cup of coffee in one hand, and cat food on the other. 

"There you go buddy, must be tasty huh?" Kuro crouches down to place a generous amount of cat food into Pie's bowl. The kitten gives a pleased meow. "Yeah, yeah. I don't want you ever complaining to Kenma that I starve you, you hear me?" 

"Meow" Pie continues to stare at Kuro with wide eyes. 

"No! You are not getting any more this morning. We want you well fed, not extremely chunky!" 

"Meow" came with marching padding at Kuro's feet. 

"I know there's nothing wrong with being a chunky cat! But you're young and we have to make sure you eat healthy first, then maybe we can get you a nice piece of fish for dinner, how's that sound?" 

"Meow!" 

"I knew you'd see it my way. Now, go get your breakfast!" And Pie saunters off to her bowl and just about devours her meal. 

Kenma smiles at the domesticity of the entire scene. Kuro having an entire conversation with their cat, completely unaware, with all his barriers down. It reminds Kenma how easy it is to just fall into normalcy with Kuro, even with their new relationship. It's as if nothing and yet everything has changed all at once. 

"You know, I can't believe you lost an argument with a cat." 

Kuro immediately turns to face him and grins. "Excuse me, I did not lose. We just happen to reach a healthy compromise." He places his coffee mug down on the table, and starts to pour Kenma a cup of his own. He motions for Kenma to come over, and the gamer complies, ready to get his dose of morning coffee. 

"She got her way. You're giving her fish for dinner, it'll be your fault if she turns into a spoiled cat." 

"Oh come on, don't pretend that you don't sneak her pieces of your dinner from under the table." Kuro grins at him as he slides Kenma's plate of a healthy breakfast. 

He doesn't have a retort to that. because yes, he does shove Pie bits of his dinner from under the table, but Kenma would never just admit that and let Kuro win that easily. 

"I'll take your silence as an admittance of guilt." Kuro tells him. "But don't worry, at least you know she's got both of us wrapped around her finger...or is it her paw? That just doesn't sound right."  

Kenma smiles again as he shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth. He's too focused on his breakfast; that when he looks back up a while later, he sees Kuro staring from across him. The taller male's resting his chin on one hand, finished coffee mug on the other, and looking at Kenma with a look that seemed like he hung the stars. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kenma asks. 

"Like what?" 

"Like that. Like....I don't know, like I'm some kind of mythical creature. Or like I'm the best thing you've seen all day." Kenma clarifies with a raised eyebrow. 

"You are though." Kuro says with a smile so soft, Kenma kinda wants to slap that look off his face. 

"I'm what?" he asks again. 

"Best thing I've seen all day. Best thing in my life actually." Kuro says with the smile never leaving his face. 

Kenma's face burns, he looks down and aggressively stabs the next chunk on his plate and shoves it into his mouth. He hears Kuro guffaw at this, and feels his face get even hotter. "You know kitten, any more and you'd put our old Nekoma jackets to shame with that shade of red." 

"Shut up Kuro." Kenma mutters while he throws a glare at the other's direction. Kuro just continues to smile, already knowing that there isn't any animosity in that look. 

The remainder of breakfast passes in comfortable silence, moments with Pie inserted in between. Once they're done, they do their part to clean up, and then start their other routines for the day. Kenma goes back to his room and begins to focus on paperwork with Bouncing Ball and his upcoming stream, and Kuro goes to his own room to have a meeting with people from the JVA. 

It's pretty much routine at this point. Their jobs often being the reason why they can't always spend time together 24/7. But Kenma likes to think it contributes to why he loves Kuro so much, loves being with Kuro so much. His relationship with Kuro was never something that followed a certain set of standards or locked in a set of rules. They didn't have to always see each other to be happy, they didn't have to always physically be around one another all the time to be together , and they didn't require a regular update on each other's business every time. They also never deemed it necessary to be overly public about how they felt, at least not by their standards, which probably contributed to why they took so long to acknowledge their feelings in the first place. 

Theirs is more a quiet, straightforward kind of love. One filled with silent affirmation, affection, comfort and just being there when the other needs it the most. Kenma was never loud to begin with, always just observant and aware, but he never had to be for Kuro to know how he felt. Years of knowing each other has ultimately made Kenma realize that it's always, ever, been Kuro. And it always will be. 

Later that night, as the day ends and they snuggle together on Kenma’s large bed, Kenma’s thoughts drift to how lucky and content he is. Pie has chosen to sleep in between them on the bed tonight, positioning himself slightly, just on Kenma’s stomach. He thinks of his little family that they have built together and wonders about the future they have. 

"Hey." Kuro whispers, the man's hand stroking Pie's back, coaxing the kitten into a deeper sleep. 

"Hm?" Kenma tries his best not to squish their furbaby while snuggling just a little closer to Kuro. 

"We should get Pie a companion, don't you think?" Kuro asks him. 

Kenma raises an eyebrow questioningly. "You want to get us another cat? Why?" 

Kuro shrugs "I think it'd be nice to get the little guy a friend that's all. And don't you want Pie to have a friend?" 

"We aren't getting another cat." he tells the other. Kenma is trying to dispel this impulsive decision, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he would absolutely adore another cat. Kuro simply grins and their debate that night ends at that.

Three days later though, Kuro enters their home with more cat toys, another bag of cat food, and a small burmese cat following behind him. 

"Kuro. What's that?" Kenma stares, and gives the other a look . 

"... Not another cat?" The taller male says sheepishly, as he slowly sets the purchases down.  

The black burmese cat then pads over to Kenma and goes in between his legs. It's only then that Kenma notices the wet fur and shivering body. He bends down to pet the small creature and unknowingly smiles as he does. It then pads over to Pie who is observing at the corner of the room, and begins to nuze the other kitten. Kenma sighs in defeat before looking up to see a triumphant grin on Kuro's face. 

"Hey in my defense, I went to the store to get more cat food. This little guy just followed me home." He raises his hands in resignation after he puts down all his remaining purchases. "And it was raining Kenma! I couldn't just leave him there!" 

"Good on you for saving the cat. But we can't keep him Kuro. We're busy enough as it is and we already have Pie to take care of. We'll get him cleaned up and take him to the vet then find him a good home. Maybe Bokuto and Akaashi will want to take him." Kenma stands up and gives his pants a pat down. He desperately tries not to look at the new cat too long, or he's sure to cave into the request. 

When he looks up, Kuro is right in front of him. "Aww can't we keep him?" Kuro loops an arm around Kenma's waist and touches their noses together. 

Kenma glares. "I know what you're doing. And it's not gonna work Kuro." 

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Kuro says with a smirk. 

"We aren't keeping him." And again, Kenma tells himself that this isn't exactly because he doesn't want to, but that he's trying really hard not to give into temptation, and be the responsible adult in this relationship. 

"We can afford to get another cat though right?" 

"Well, yes we can." 

"And we love cats" 

"We do." He bites his lip at this. Damnnit Kuro. 

"So we should definitely keep this one." 

"No we won't" 

Kenma realizes at this moment that he's a liar. Because he never really could deny Kuro, just like Kuro couldn't very well deny him. And when it's all said and done, and they wake up the next day and watch as their cats are also cuddled together, Kenma can't really complain. 

Their newest addition to the family fits in with them perfectly. Like two pieces of a puzzle and two halves of a whole. 

Just like Kenma and Kuro.

Always together, no longer alone. 

So yes, Of course they keep the cat.

I added a second chapter to my previous KuroKen fic. This one is just pure fluff 🥰

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyū!! #kuro tetsuro #kozume kenma #kuroken #kuroken fanfic #fanfic #haikyuu fluff #fluff #ao3 fanfic #sylphid writes

[normatural]

JJ MAYBANK | MR.16

Summary: helping your friends with the delivers could be funnier than you thought.

Warnings: creepy rose cameron, language.

A/N: I just saw that video of a girl auditioning for a scene between Rose Cameron and JJ and thought it would be fun.. but for real, that scene was cringe asf. I'll proofread later, just needed to write something.

- also thank you sooo much for all the love and support on my last one shot, love you guys! you have no idea how happy it makes me <3

...

All your thursday mornings on summer were reserved to go with Pope to figure 8 with his father's boat and help him with an extra pair of hands with the deliveries. You knew that his scholarship's interview was close and that finishing his shift earlier meant more time to study and prepare himself for the big day so you didn't even think twice before jumping in. Sometimes you'd even cover for him, almost threatning to throw him out of the boat if he said "you don't have to, really Y/N" twice.

Pope never asked for the help, to be honest you were the one who insisted on it and he had no other choice but, glady, accept.

If the boy had any chance to get a brighter future, something that he work his ass off for, then you'd do anything in your power to help your friend have a better life.

"Yo, I got this one, princess." JJ winked at you, taking the bags from your hands.

If you didn't know the boy enough you'd say he was being a gentleman, letting you rest after you took the two last delivers. But you knew him and that meant you also knew that he just wanted to try his luck with the tips.

You glanced at the name written on the bag again and then at JJ.

He knew he was about to walk straight to the lion's cage. I mean, Cameron's huge ass house, right?

JJ mumbled something among the line of 'it's okay' before jumping out of the boat, walking towards his least favorite place.

You and Pope looked at each other and shrugged, but you wouldn't complain. The sun was hotter than usual today and why not take off your shirt to work on your tan, feel the sun kiss your skin and relax while you chat with Pope?

Sometimes your conversations with Pope would let the rest of the group a little bit worrid. You could spend hours talking about dead bodies, what killers could do to properly hide a body snd things like that.

You got up from where you were laying on the floor and looked around. It's been a while since JJ was gone and yet, there was no sign of him, which messed with your nerves.

What if something happed to him?

Nothing good came from JJ taking to long to come by when you were on Figure 8.. or anywhere in the island actually.

What if he bumped into Raffe and his minions on hus way to the house?

"Took you long enough" Pope laughed when you jumped out of the boat to look after the blonde.

To be honest, he thought you'd have done that five minutes ago, which let him surprised. You were always worried about JJ and the others would tease the hell out of you for that.

You slowed your steps when you caught a glimpse of his blonde hair on the Cameron's porche, talking to someone as he scratched his neck.

Carefully you made your way closer to them, trying to don't get caught because your curiosity has gotten the best of you. What the hell he had to talk for more than three seconds with a kook, a Cameron kook, without being tied down or something?

"What do I own you, Mr.Sixteen?" you jaw almost went to the floor when you heard the voice of none other than Rose Cameron.

You'd have thought that you were crazy if you hadn't took a step foward, hiding in one of the fancy bunches before the front door to see the way he basically undressed him with her eyes.

What. The. Fuck?!

"It's just the cost.. plus a 100 for delivery" JJ pushed his arms with the bags foward, his leg bouncing and you knew that the woman caught him off of guard.

You bite you lips, doing your best to don't laugh when she rolled her eyes, ignoring the bags and how JJ tried to look away from her, without sucess.

"I know about that. I asked you what do I owed you for your effort."

You had to put you hand on your mouth. It you kept holding you laugher you were sure you'd end up with a broken rib or something.

"You mean a tip on top of the delivery fee? That's okay, miss Cameron. You don't own me anything"

JJ, your best friend JJ, just declined a tip from the kook queen herself?

You frowned, you laughter long forgot when you saw Rose's finger touch his shoulders and go all the way down his arms.

Okay. That was it. Enough of that shit.

You came out of the brush, jogging to the porsh again as if you had arrived only now. JJ looked to the side and found you, his eyes widening in surprise and relief as you saw his shoulders relax a bit.

"Baby, what is taking you so long? Mr. Heyward is going to kill us if we.. Oh, hey Mrs. Cameron." you forced a smile at the woman, putting an arm around JJ when she arched a brow at you, probably surprise with the boy having a girlfriend.

"I was just.. waiting for Miss Cameron to open the door." He forced a smile to you, trying to hide the blush creeping to his cheeks before looking at the woman, pushing his arms with the bags one more time. "Here, ma'am."

Rose took a deep breath and called one of the maids to get the deliver, giving the most fake smile you have ever seen to the both of you.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Y/N" she stared a few seconds to JJ before turning to you and you had to use all your control to don't roll your eyes.

You only delivered things to her once in a week, of course she didn't know about your life.

"Only a idiot to say no to this hot stuff right here." you intertwined your finger with his, getting on your tip toes to leave a kiss on his cheek. "Right, baby?"

You were pretty sure by now that the boy was petrified and you tried not to laugh.

He blinked a few times as if you had pulled him out of a daze and nodded.

"Yeah, uh, right. Bye, Miss Cameron." he tried his best to don't run away and dragged out of the house once he got the money.

You made sure you were away from the door when you started laughing, falling on the floor.

"What do I owe you, Mr. Sixteen?" you mimicked her voice, tried to use the same 'sensual' aka cringe tone she used and pucked your lips to JJ.

If he weren't red when you arrived, he was 50 shades of flustered right now, knowing that you actually heard everything.

"Fuck off!" he groaned, only noticing that your fingers were interwined when he pulled his hand away to push you, which only made you laugh harder.

"Bro, she was aaall over you and you were like on run away mode." you put your hand on your belly, it already aching from the lack of air. "I'm gonna.. die!"

JJ put his hands on your shoulders once you got close to the boat, stopping in front of you and making you look at him. His eyes were hard but you could see the pleading in it.

"Don't say a word." he said slowly as it'd make it easier for you to understand or make you obey.

You nodded and bit you lip, pretending to zip your mouth and throw it away. JJ stared at you a little longer and you held his gaze, his hands slowly pulling away from you, probably making sure you'd keep your word and don't start acting all annoying again.

Almost reaching the boat you called him and he turned around, brows furrowed.

"I don't even get a 'thank you, baby'? Gosh, you are a terrible boyfriend." you brought your hands to your chest, pretending to be hurt when he showed you his middle finger and got on the boat.

Pope had went to the other deliver and it was JJ's time to be alone with you. He tried his best to drink his beer and ignore your funny gaze and smirk to him.

That's when you remembered something.

Mr. Heyward didn't charged a hundred bucks for deliver.

"You son of a bitch!" you gasped, throwing you watter bottle and JJ. "That's how you get your tips?!"

It was his time to laugh and wink at you.

"They love me, Y/N. What can I do? It's a gift." He shrugged, a cocky smile dancing on his lips before he took another sip of his beer.

+

Taglist: @maebanks @obxwriterfan @jayjaymaebank @drizzlethatfalls @sarahsmaybank

Let me now if you want to be add on my taglist :)

• masterlist •

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj imagine #jj x reader #outer banks #obx

[thatlovestrucklady]

Home • Michelangelo

Summary: You finally come to visit your boyfriend and his brothers after a long, busy couple of work weeks.

Warnings: Slight swearing, some sexual themes; other than that, straight fluff ensues :)

Of course, it had to be the one day in the week you were scheduled to hang out in a sewer that it was nice out. You couldn't necessarily act like you were surprised; these kinds of things were just examples of your tough luck lately.

Not that this would make a difference in your happiness. At least you were spending time with your favorite boys. You'd been busy lately, your work schedule crowding your play schedule. It made you feel the slightest bit bad.. You getting a busy job on the surface toyed with the amount of time your best friends and boyfriend (Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and of course, Michelangelo, the boy of your dreams) would be able to see you.

So, today being the first day of your week's vacation, you decided your first vacation effort would be to go and see your boys. They'd been kind of upset with you lately.. You'd been invited numerous times to the lair after work.

But, work was tiring. So you'd opted not to. You didn't want to end up grumpy and snap at them, or too tired to spend much time with them without nodding off.

It almost seemed like Mikey was hurt by it. It was upsetting to you that you upset your lover.. So, you'd chosen to come see them now. You jumped out of bed, getting into your shower; washing your hair with that vanilla cinnamon scent that you knew Mikey loved.

Your boy was a walking talking ray of 6 foot sunshine in turtle form. It was scary when he was upset with you.. Mostly because it seemed like he never got upset. He understood that you had to work. He just didn't understand why you couldn't come see him after. Michelangelo was a bit of a clingy lover; he never wanted his angelcakes far from him for long at all. You made him happy during dark times, during the times that things seemed hopeless. During the times where it seemed all he did was kick ass and take names.

You sighed as you rifled through your closet. Something to wear, anything you looked nice in. You needed to make up with Mikey now, or you wouldn't stop feeling guilty.

Then.. you saw it. The perfect apology outfit.

The little white dress that Mikey adored seeing you in. A white lace number with a flowy skirt. He always said something like: "Damn, angelcakes! My favorite dress, that rocking body. All for me?"

That's if he could formulate a sentence at all. You couldn't understand what was so special about the dress to him. But you knew it would soften him up enough that he'd accept your apology. He was always easy like that; but you knew it was only because you hadn't hurt him badly enough.

Slipping on the dress, you looked in the mirror, tossing your hair a bit. You looked good, you decided. It was time to go.

Your skin was happy to receive the sunshine. It was a beautiful day out, which wasn't always a common occurrence during this season in New York. You took your time walking to the lair, deciding what you'd say to your boyfriend and his brothers. Your mind mowed over the multiple excuses you'd formulated.. But they ended up just making you feel guiltier.

Deciding that you'd have to use your improv abilities, you continued walking, approaching the lair with clammy hands.

You walked into the familiar scent of cologne and pizza. Raph's cologne was the strongest of all of them, though. The most identifiable. Your boyfriend's was less strong, more natural. He still smelled comforting, like citrus flavored gum and his soft cologne.

The first of the boys you spotted was Raphael, lounging on the couch per usual. His head raised from the arm rest and his eyes widened. But, as you gave him a sheepish smile, his eyes surprisingly narrowed into a glare. He scowled at you, standing up into his frightening height of 6 feet and 10 inches.

"Welcome back, Y/n. Finally take some time out of your busy schedule to come see us?" He snorted in icy sarcasm, his eyes set in concrete bitterness.

You'd expected him to be the angriest out of all of them. Because overall, he was. You had no doubt in your mind that he was hiding his hurt with anger, although you wouldn't say that. Because he'd deny it faster than he would deny anything in his life.

You swallowed, backing up a step. His height was truly intimidating.

"Yeah. I had to work, Raphael. I'm sorry if you're upset." You replied quietly, training your gaze to your feet.

He chuckled in a salty tone, his green eyes still angry. "You get out at 8. You had time to come see us.. But I guess we ain't all that important to you. Weeks, Y/n," He huffed, "You haven't been here for weeks, you haven't seen Mike's face in weeks."

You flinched, biting your lip. That pissed you off. You took a breath as you felt your face getting hotter by the second.

"You don't get to throw Mikey in my face. I was doing my job, I was exhausted, and don't fucking worry, I felt like shit the entire time I was away," You hissed. "Now fuck off, Raphael. I'm not gonna spend my vacation time needlessly fighting with you." You snapped, stalking off to find the other turtles.

Behind you, you heard Raph stalk out of the lair, probably to blow off steam somewhere in the sewers. The first confrontation was always the hardest.

You automatically headed for Donnie's lab, the second closest place in the lair. It was down the little hall, to the right.

Opening the door, you found Donnie reading a book. God knows what about.. He had a peculiar taste in literature. He muttered under his breath to himself, his lips pursed when he finished.

You knocked on the threshold, jumping Donnie slightly. He dropped the book in his hands, glancing up at you.

"O-Oh. Y/n." He said, his eyes still wide. You stared back at him, studying his face. He didn't look angry.. He wasn't really good at getting mad at you. He was only mad when you hurt yourself or put yourself into obvious danger. His brain and protective older brother instincts couldn't take it.

"Hey, Don." You said quietly, taking a step into the lab. You shut the door behind you, standing in the middle of the room.

"Work get out early or something?" He asked, picking his book up from the floor and placing it on his desk. You shook your head, shoving your hands in your pockets.

"My week's vacation started today.. I knew I needed to visit. You mad at me too?" You asked, ready to flinch at the answer.

He waited a second, his face blank, but soon chuckled softly. His brown eyes studied your uncomfortable figure.

"Nah. Not mad.. Just a little thrown off. But I understand why you couldn't visit. Leo does too," He said, taking a deep breath, "Mikey and Raph are just narrow minded.. Not that Mikey's mad. He's just hurt that he hasn't gotten to see you." He explained further, patting your shoulder.

You nodded your head, smiling at Donnie. "Thanks for understanding." You said.

He nodded, picking his book back up. "You staying the week?"

You bit your lip. "I thought all of you were gonna be pissed at me, so I didn't really plan ahead. If things go well with the other boys I'll go home and pack a bag." You giggled.

Donnie rolled his eyes, opening the book to the correct page. "Should've packed a bag anyways."

You ignored him and left the lab, headed for Leo's room. You were saving your explanation to Mikey for last.. Due to the fact that it might take a bit longer.

You knew he'd be sat inside his room, plopped down on the rug. Meditating, like usual. He was such a sensei suck up.

Knocking on the door, you heard a hum. You just assumed that meant to come in. So, you opened the door, realizing you guessed right. He'd been meditating.

You met his calm blue eyes as they filled with realization. A knowing and pleasant grin formed on his face.

"Y/n. Didn't know you were coming." He said, still grinning lightly. He stood to his feet, studying you, almost to see if anything had changed. But when he found nothing, he met eyes with you again.

"Yeah.. I tried to make it a surprise. Raph didn't appreciate the element though." You cringed, biting your lip for the 14th time today.

Leo rolled his eyes. "Ignore him. His attitude is nothing like the rest of ours towards the situation. I'm just glad you're back." He said, giving you another soft smile.

"Thanks, Leo. I'd love to sit and catch up but.. I need to see Mikey." You said.

He nodded in agreement, sitting back down, as you ushered out of the room and towards Mikey's.

You heard the sound of his favorite video game blasting in his room.. You almost got too scared to enter. You could smell whatever snack he'd cooked and brought in there, as well as his scent. You'd missed him so much.. His scent was like a breath of fresh air. It would be even better coming directly off from him.

Your relationship with Mikey started as flirting, then you gained close friendship, and then.. He'd planted a very welcomed kiss on your lips for the first time. It was never shy with you two -- never. These thoughts comforted you as you decided to enter his room, landing your eyes on something they'd been craving for weeks.

There was Mikey, his eyes trained on his first person shooting game, his lip sexily pulled between his straight white teeth. He was built with strength, rippling green muscles covering every inch of him.

His blue eyes were narrowed at the screen as his fingers moved with speed along the controller. He was naturally taking everyone on the screen out.. He'd had lots of time in the lair for practice.

Location by Playboi Carti played quietly on the speaker in his room, obviously filling the silence, aside from the gun sounds that often rang out.

You patiently waited for him to notice you standing there, not wanting to speak until you knew what the nature of the conversation was going to be like.

But you didn't have to wait long. Because Mikey glanced at his doorway, noticing you there. His eyes widened and he dropped his controller, staring at you. His eyes traveled down your physique, eyeing his favorite dress and your gorgeous body.

You couldn't blame him for staring at you. He hadn't seen his girl in weeks.. The sight of you shocked him as much as it caused him joy. And maybe slight nervousness at this point.

"Hey.." You said hesitantly, stepping forward into his room. He almost looked like he forgot how to breathe. It took him a minute, but your boyfriend managed to take a breath.

"Hi." He said softly, pulling his lip between his teeth again. You smiled at his awe and kicked off your shoes in his room, attempting to show him that you were staying.

"The boys told me you've been upset.." You trailed off, keeping a little bit of physical distance. Normally you'd plop yourself right into his lap, but that didn't seem appropriate right then.

He obviously didn't know what to say. He didn't want to deny and lie about it, but he didn't want to make you feel bad in return. So, he just nodded a bit. But he felt the word vomit coming up. He could never keep his mouth shut, and sometimes he cursed himself for it.

"I hated not seeing you. All of us did.. But I've never gone that long without seeing my girl and it - it just felt like you didn't want to visit and I didn't want to try to force you-" He spilled, but you interrupted softly.

"Mikey, baby. It wasn't that I didn't want to visit you," You explained, coming closer. "I was just tired because of work and I wanted to see you when I was at my best. Regardless of what you think, I missed you. So much."

Mikey stared at you for a second, digesting the words he'd heard in his own head.

"I don't care whether you're at your best or your absolute worst. I care about you," He argued. "You're my angelcakes. I'm supposed to love you all the time."

You glanced at your feet, twiddling your fingers.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I just wanted to make you happy.. I didn't want to come in a bad mood and make you upset." You said, biting your lip.

"Angel, I love how considerate you are, okay? But just come see me next time. If you're tired, or grumpy, or whatever you are.. I won't get upset with you," He smiled softly, "I'll be happy to give you what you need and take care of you."

You nodded and exhaled, relieved. He hadn't been very upset with you. Just a bit insecure. Insecure was okay; because you'd always be there to reassure him.

"Now c'mere. Mikey missed his babygirl. And she's wearing his favorite dress too!" He chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

You breathed in his scent, snuggling into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, making you erupt in quiet laughter. It was like everything was in order again, giving you a restored feeling in your body. This was perfect.

"Dress probably won't stay on for long though.." Mikey muttered, giggling to himself.

Well... Now it was perfect ;).

#tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #mikey x reader #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #michelangelo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #michelangelo x reader