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[m00nsbaby]

Sleepwalking. (Already over II)

Steven Grant ( + Marc Spector) x F! Reader.

First part: Already Over.

Next part: Clumsy.

Tags & warnings. Angst, like, just angst. Steven hurts his hand at the beggining so there's blood involved, Marc is kind of a... jerk.

Word count. 3.8k

Summary.

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, It's all fun and games 'til you don't wanna play now. Run away, run away, run away, It's easy to say but it's harder to say now. You're onto something else, I'm a picture left on your shelf. The dream's a lie I tell myself Feel like I'm sleepwalking when you're gone. 

The moment the bomb detonated was more horrible than Marc had imagined. Not only because of Steven, who in his mind was the worst of his problems, but because the moment you closed the door behind you, it felt as if you had taken his heart with you.

Marc collapsed on the floor, unable to cry, even if he wanted to. He wasn't like Steven; he couldn't just let it flow, but at this moment, it seemed more like he was in shock.

He wondered, did that really happen or am I just dreaming?

His body tensed for a few seconds; he closed his eyes tightly, and before he could protest, Steven had taken control of the body. He had struggled so hard to keep him in the shadows that his body felt exhausted, with a horrible burning sensation in his muscles.

"Marc?" he questioned out loud, still on the floor. "Marc? What did you do?"

There was no response, and he could only swallow hard as if it would help wash away the bad taste in his mouth.

"What did you do, Marc?" Sometimes the best part of having Steven was having a way to express his pain. By the third time he asked, his voice was already broken, his vision blurred by the tears that threatened to come out at any moment.

Finally, the other one had the courage to respond.

"L-Layla knows," was the only thing that sounded in the headspace.

"How am I going to fix this, Marc?" Memories of what happened just a few minutes ago came to him in flashes; he didn't have the whole conversation because Marc had forced him to stay in the shadows.

The mere image of your heartbroken gaze was enough to cause nightmares for the rest of his life, whether he managed to fix Marc's mistake or not.

"I don't care; I don't care about her!" He sobbed with anger coursing through him from head to toe. At this point, his pain seemed more physical than emotional. He felt exactly like that time when he was impaled multiple times in Cairo.

But worse. At that time, he had a suit to protect him. How would he deal with this now without anything to shield him?

"You can't go on like this, Steven, we can't…"

As if his body moved automatically, he headed for the nearest mirror, the one where you had sought him out for help. His hands stopped on the edge of the sink, and he stared fixedly at himself in the mirror.

Tears flowed freely, seeking to heal a wound the size of his chest.

"I hate you," he whispered with a voice shattered, Marc looked back at him trying to maintain his composure. The pain of a broken heart combined with his constant battle with pride; he would never admit that he might be wrong. "You ruined it, Marc, you ruined everything."

"I did? I ruined everything?" Marc's ironic laughter made his blood boil. "I told you a damn million times, Steven!" The screams made him startle, but he was determined to hide his weakness. He was finally ready to face him. "I told you to stay away from her; was it fair to snatch away the one thing I have?"

Steven's fist went straight to the mirror. He didn't break it, but he shattered the reflection of Marc into many small pieces, and his knuckles were bleeding in a matter of seconds.

"My life is made to support yours." When Steven's fixed gaze met his, Marc had time to question how they had come to this after supposedly fixing things. Was this also his entire fault? "And I understood it, I swear to God I did." Sometimes he had to pause to sniff through his nose. "All I've done is give everything for you, and you took away everything I had."

There was only silence from the other side of the mirror.

"You took her away from me, Marc." His voice gradually lowered; suddenly, he reverted to the old Steven, with a broken heart and his guard down. The one that made him think so much of his younger brother. "What do I have in life if it's not her?"

More silence. Of course, Steven was in the same predicament as him, clinging to something that brought them happiness.

The difference was that for him, it wasn't exactly Layla.

"We were happy with Layla." His broken voice was barely perceptible.

"You were happy." He looked at his fingers, as the blood continued to run through them. "You were happy with stability, happy hiding from problems with stupid adventures that make you forget how bad your life is outside of there."

The amount of resentment in his voice was terrifying. Painful.

"You were happy pretending to be someone you're not." He closed his eyes, letting the tears flow freely. "You were happy pretending I didn't exist."

"S-Steven, I, I, don't…"

There was no more conversation at that moment. Not for the rest of the day. Or the night. Marc was a silent witness to how Steven cried until his throat was raw, how his entire body trembled, and how an nauseating knot formed in his stomach, paralyzing all his muscles.

The next day was a nightmare worse than the previous one. For the first time in a long while, Steven was able to sleep the hours that a normal human needed to function, but the problem was that, of course, these hours had been filled with nightmares and dreams where only you were present. Waking up to the reality where everything was worse was an emotional burden that filled his eyes with tears in the first minutes of regaining consciousness.

Well, he had to start trying. He picked up his phone, the one you always teased him about because it was the oldest phone you had ever seen.

First call, first voicemail.

"Love? Could you answer the calls? I really need to talk to you, I'm so sorry for the things Marc said yesterday."

Second call, second voicemail.

"I'm so sorry, really, please, please answer, okay? I need you."

Third call, third voicemail.

"It was never my intention to hurt you," and yes, for a change, Steven was taking responsibility for Marc's mistakes. "And I know it wasn't his either, he's just… damaged and scared. Please, love, please, let's talk."

Fourth call, fourth voicemail.

"We can't throw away all our plans, love." He didn't fear that you could hear his sobs or the way he struggled for breath between sentences. "I want to be with you. I want to be with you until the last day of my life, please, please."

The fifth call didn't go through. It seemed like you had turned off your phone. Fifth voicemail.

"I know you don't want to see me right now." He had to clear his throat before speaking again. "I just want to talk to you. It's all I'm asking for, it doesn't have to be now, just give me a sign that I can come closer, I'm begging you."

He didn't give up. If it were up to his anxiety, his love, or his fear of abandonment, he would have called you a total of 20 times per hour. But he knew you wanted and needed space. All that was left was to pray that you would hear his messages and give him the slightest sign of life.

In the end, he returned to bed, laying face down, and closed his eyes for just a few seconds.

"Steven?"

"What?"

"The body."

"Huh?"

"Give me the body."

"What do you mean…?"

"I need to go talk to Layla."

"You must be kidding." Steven barely lifted his head to see the mirror resting on one of the furniture next to his bed.

The one he never touched because it had a lipstick mark from you in one corner. A perfectly formed kiss. There was Marc.

"Tell me you're joking."

"Give me the body or I will take it from you."

Steven had no strength to fight, he relented and hoped for a little peace in the darkness of his mind.

That afternoon, Marc apologized tirelessly, and yes, he preferred a million times to falsely accept that he had had an affair than to confess Steven's existence.

"Forgive me, okay? I made a mistake." His hands cradled Layla's face between them. Of course, he had made a mistake, although he didn't specify what kind.

"You're an idiot, Marc." And he couldn't help but think that yes, indeed, he was. There weren't many more words exchanged between them, but unfortunately, this relationship was an imbalanced scale.

It was about two people who simply didn't know how to deal with their emotions, didn't know how to communicate with each other, and undoubtedly had never dealt with their emotional baggage separately to understand that they needed to work to become better.

He couldn't help but notice the parallel. He doesn't remember the romantic part of your relationship with Steven because Steven himself took great care to hide it perfectly, but Marc is aware of every aspect of what your friendship was.

He remembers every argument, if they could even be called that. You two never raised your voices, never.

And you, as the apparent best friend, knew Marc's story inside out, you were never one to raise your voice, but you were always careful not to trigger a bad memory in Steven.

On his part, Steven was incredible at listening. He listened attentively, didn't interrupt, and when you finished talking, he would explain his perspective. You didn't always reach an agreement, that was obvious, but you always knew that you both were much more important to each other than any silly disagreement.

Marc thought about how he would have liked to be as honest as Steven was when Layla's lips were on him. When his way of clarifying things was to have the grossest sex of both their lives.

Usually, the best part of spending these kinds of nights with her was that it meant a mental break with you in exactly two days. Although Steven never understood why you refused to see him the next day, Marc always knew why you felt disgusted. In fact, he understood perfectly, but he never had the courage to tell you that he was sorry.

Thinking that not only were you in love with Steven but that you were also a couple fueled his self-disgust even more.

"I love you, Marc." That was the last thing he heard before leaving his wife's house, which at every moment felt more like a stranger to him.

He didn't respond, and like everyone else around him, she settled for it because everyone always accommodates themselves to Marc Spector's wishes.

Each passing hour, you were crumbling in a worse way. Probably "dead inside" was one of the best ways to describe your current state.

The stages of grief were starting to attack you, very slowly, but you didn't want to be rational because calling it "grief" would mean that you had lost Steven forever.

And you had, but you didn't want to think about that. After all, you were still in the first stage, denial.

It took you a few hours to decide to listen to his voicemails.

"My baby." You whispered to yourself as your arms clung to one of the many garments you had stolen from him. His navy blue sweater that was too long on the sleeves.

You felt ridiculous.

You sobbed forcefully, your cheek had been tingling for a while from the warmth and moisture of your tears on the pillow. Did the breakup hurt? Of course, it hurt to the core, but after hearing his broken voice on the other end of the line, what was probably hurting you the most was knowing that Steven was suffering.

It felt like they were being forcibly torn apart, although it had felt that way from the moment their relationship began. The rope had been tightening around each of you, pulling you apart at the cost of permanently hurting them.

You were sure you would never love anyone the way you loved and still love Steven. Steven would rather vanish than even imagine a life with someone else.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You whispered as the fabric of his sweater covered part of your face, with the sole purpose of sniffing and recapturing a bit of his scent. The garment had been in your possession for so long that you could barely perceive Steven in it anymore.

You apologized for not being more discreet, for, in your opinion, ruining your perfect relationship, maybe for not knowing how to keep your distance when there was still time. You apologized for being so deeply in love that you felt like you couldn't live without him, for choosing to look out for yourself instead of running into his arms, and for any inconveniences you might have caused Marc one day.

Steven and you were on autopilot. Barely eating, barely breathing, barely existing.

You somehow managed to get up and shower after receiving the call from the pet adoption center confirming that the form you and Steven had filled out had been approved, and now you just had to go for 3 days, 2 hours to visit your future pet.

A part of you momentarily thought about ignoring the call, you were so broken that the mere thought of that visit together ended up squeezing your heart painfully, not to mention that the whole plan from the beginning was for the cat to belong to both of you.

Your rational side was always stronger than you, you couldn't leave the little one without a home. Besides, maybe you needed the company.

Perhaps he would do you good, and you would do everything possible to do right by him.

Needless to say, on the first day of bonding, you cried until your lungs hurt, with the little kitten in your arms. He was so affectionate, providing excellent comfort, but you didn't stop crying for a single moment during the 2 hours.

Then you cried more on the way back home because you had to say goodbye to him.

On the second day, you only cried half of the visit because when the cat started playing in front of you, it drew a small laugh from you for the way he twirled around.

On the last day, you found him waiting for you, ready to settle on your lap. It was as if he understood that you were exhausted, and his purring felt like receiving a hug. You were a perfect match.

Meanwhile, Marc was living days that were going from bad to worse. Steven refused to speak to him more than necessary, but everything hurt twice as much when the breakdowns started coming back. As he took another sip of his whiskey, he realized that this time he had nowhere to go, that he would probably never hear you say "I'm here" again to keep him sane, that your arms wouldn't surround him, and you wouldn't leave him a space in your bed that was a million times more comfortable than his. Accepting that he missed you churned his stomach. Because, of course, it wasn't the first time he had thought of you since you left, but it was the first time he lowered his guard enough to digest that all of this was his fault. That he had hurt you in a permanent way while you had only given him peace whenever you could. Steven understood that both of them were fucked up when he finally saw Marc cry. When Marc finally cracked.

Steven almost had a heart attack when he received a message from you. There was no text, just a photo of the kitten he recognized perfectly.

He wasn't aware of the smile that appeared on his face. One, he could see that the background of the photo was your apartment, which meant the kitten was already with you. Two, perhaps this meant that not everything was lost.

"Can I come see him?" He was biting his nails while waiting for your response. "Sure."

Steven left his apartment so quickly that his curls were still damp from the shower he took in a matter of seconds. He didn't care about being on the most crowded bus if it meant getting to your apartment faster.

Exactly 22 minutes after your message, he was standing at your door.

The smile on his face vanished when you opened the door. Both of you looked like a mess, in pain, and by this point, you had accepted that your eyes would be swollen and irritated for the rest of your days.

You didn't approach him for a hug like he thought would happen. You also took a few seconds to analyze him from head to toe.

He was as beautiful as ever. His messy curls made him look even more adorable. A meow echoed behind you, snapping you back to the present.

"Do you want to come in?"

"Please."

Everything was so… awkward. You stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind him.

"Sekhmet?"

"Yes."

"I told you that's the name of a goddess, not a god," he said as he crouched down to pet the kitten, who seemed to recognize Steven. The little one rubbed against him, purring loudly, audible to both of you.

"And I told you I didn't care."

A nostalgic laugh escaped both of you. Why was all of this so difficult?

"Hello, Sekhmet." His pronunciation was perfect. You couldn't believe you had the love of your life in front of you after everything that happened.

And worse, you couldn't believe you were about to let him go, for the second time.

"He likes you." You whispered, watching them get to know each other with a lump in your throat. This was nothing like what you had imagined at first; this wasn't how things were supposed to go.

Everything was wrong.

"Steven?"

"Yes, love?" It rolled so casually off his tongue. You didn't remember Steven calling you by your name much, it was always "love" or "lovey" for him, and you were content with that.

This time, you felt a pang in your heart when he used the nickname.

"We have to do this." Your voice broke, and when he noticed your teary eyes, he understood the purpose of the visit. There was no way out of this.

"No, please." He looked up at you from the floor, still on his knees because the kitten refused to leave him. "Please, don't do this."

He broke down quickly too.

"I love you, Steven." Your hand went to his chin, holding him in a way that he couldn't look away from you. "And because I love you, it's only fair that we do this, you and I. Okay?"

He kept denying and denying. Ignoring the insistent meows, he stood up. Now you were the one who had to look up due to the difference in height.

Your heart rate increased with the closeness between you two.

"I don't want to say goodbye." The lump in his throat could be heard in his voice. "I don't want to be alone. I can't do it without you." You couldn't bear to tell him otherwise when you knew you were in the same position.

You stood on tiptoes and, without letting him continue, kissed his lips.

Even his kisses tasted like pain. They were desperate, almost violent in the way he clung to your waist and you to his neck.

You remained like that for a few minutes, tasting each other's tears on your lips until your lungs gave up. It felt like an eternity during which you exchanged kisses and embraced each other between sobs. It genuinely felt like you were tearing a part of yourselves away.

An eternity was not enough for either of you.

"Steven." Your hands on his chest pulled him away just a few centimeters from you to face him. His forehead rested against yours while he hiccuped from crying.

He was your little one. He always had been. Your sweet, sweet Steven. He deserved more than everything life was giving him, and in some way, you and Marc knew it.

"You have to go, okay?" He didn't respond, you just felt his fingers tighten their grip on your waist. "You will be fine, I know you will be." Your fingers roamed through his curls, messing them up even more, and you enjoyed their softness one last time.

"I won't be able to. L-Lovey, I w-won't…"

"Shhh. You will be able to, okay?" The tip of your nose gently brushed against his in an affectionate and intimate gesture. "You will get through this, and you will have the beautiful life that I've always known you deserve."

"I don't want it if it's not with you." His fingers crumpled your clothes from the force of holding onto you.

You lowered your hands to his and slowly made him let go, he shook his head again.

"You have to do this for Marc, okay?" You swallowed hard when his hands finally relented and let go of your waist. "And maybe, if it's meant to be, fate will let us know in the future. Okay?"

Bullshit.

You wanted to be with him now, and he wanted to be with you now, but you were grasping at every possible resource to try to make him understand.

"I need to be alone, okay?" You knew he wouldn't leave unless you hinted that you were uncomfortable with the situation.

Always so respectful, he took a step back and nodded, even though his hands were trembling. He didn't say anything, just looked at you as he stepped back again.

"I love you," you whispered, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"I love you." It was the only thing he could say. He was about to leave when his legs gave an awkward twitch.

Marc.

Steven looked down, frowning slightly at the momentary loss of control over his body. If Marc was going to object, now was the perfect time because Steven knew he was the only one who could fix this.

His stubbornness was the only obstacle preventing you from being happy.

And yes, Marc wanted to talk. But when he saw you, he knew he would never find the words to fix what he did.

His fear of change hit him again. Why was he regretting this when apparently this was what he wanted from the beginning?

He parted his lips and tried to say something that never came out of his throat. He gave up in seconds and basically fled your apartment, closing the probably happiest chapter of his life in a long time.

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It Was Always You

Pairing- Yeosang x Named Reader

Word count- 3.9k

Includes- Angst, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, multiple orgasms, confessions, apologizing, fluff

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J POV

"You have to choose Yeosang", Yeona demands

He stands there looking like a deer in headlights, glancing between me and her

I went to the dorm to hang with him and I found him in his room kissing Yeona

In the process of getting naked

I'm shocked and hurt

I knew she liked him and I suspected that he liked her but I didn't think they were together

Like me and him are together

Sleeping together like him and I are

She asked what the fuck I was doing here and I asked her the same

Everything is out in the open and she's demanding he pick between us

I know I have no shot

Not with the way he's constantly looking at her

Of course I'm not the one

I'm his best friend who he happened to start sleeping with

She's the new girl who caught his attention

And he wants her attention

"Pick Yeosang", she snaps

"Yeo", I call, his eyes moving to me

Maybe if I confess how I feel I have a shot

But I doubt it

"Yeosang, I love you"

His eyes widen as he gasps

"I'm in love with you. So much. You're all I want. You're all I ever wanted", I tell him

His gazes softens, his mouth opening to hopefully say something

"I love you Yeosang", Yeona says, taking his attention away from me, "I love you. I'll make you happy, I promise. Pick me baby. I love you"

"Yeo-", I start

"She can't give you what I can. She's not an idol like us. She doesn't know how hard it is, what we have to go through. She's ordinary. We go together perfectly"

"Yeo, no", I say, tears falling, my heart breaking, "Please, don't"

"Choose right now or I'm leaving", Yeona snaps

Panic enters Yeosang's face as his gaze snaps to her

"You", he says to her, effectively disintegrating my heart to dust, "I want you Yeona. I love you. You're the one I want"

She smiles triumphantly, then turns her gaze to me

"You heard him. Get lost"

His eyes move to me, "Jo-"

I shake my head, "It's ok Yeo. You ..should be with who you love"

My god it's so hard to say this

"I'm sorry-"

"Please don't", I choke out, "I just...I have to..."

I can't finish, running to the door and far away from them

Getting in my car, I race home to fall apart

I lost him

The love of my life, I lost him

🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼

Six weeks later

Yeosang POV

I knock on her door, anxiously waiting

I'm so scared

She never answered my text asking to talk and I don't know what I'm going to say or how I'm going to say it but I have to tell her how I feel

I hope she's willing to listen

I made a huge mistake choosing Yeona

I haven't spoken to Joanne since and I can't get the image of her crying and running away from me out of my head

I have to fix it

She has to know it's her, I love her

I hear footsteps, then the door opens

"Yeosang?", she says, looking confused, "What are you doing here?"

All words leave my brain the second I see her, the only thing left is want

And love

I step inside her apartment and crash my lips to hers, pulling her close to me, stars bursting in my vision

Fuck, it was her

It was always her

Yeona's kisses never affected me like this

She kisses me back but then pulls away

Which I don't want at all

"Yeosang what are you doing? You're with Yeona"

I shake my head, "Not anymore. I broke up with her"

Her eyes widen, "What-"

I cut her off with a kiss because fuck I can't stay away from her lips

This time she throws her arms around my neck as she kisses me

I kick her door closed, then lift her up, her legs wrapping around my body

Still kissing her, I walk right into her bedroom to her bed

I bend to put her down, but she doesn't let go of me and we fall on the bed with me on top of her

I slip my tongue inside her mouth and touch hers with mine

She moans loudly and it makes me so fucking hard

"I need you", I whisper to her, running my fingers in her hair

She nods then pulls me back to her lips

I feel her hands go under my shirt, touching all over my back

Fuck me, I didn't know I needed her touch

I didn't know it'd feel so good

She pushes me back, taking my shirt off roughly, then kissing my neck

I moan so loudly and I don't give a fuck how I sound

She's making me feel amazing and I want her to know how much I love whatever she does

I rip her shirt off, taking her bra off in under five seconds, then slam her back on the bed

Kissing her neck, I drag my lips down her body to her breasts, where I suck hard on her nipple

I can't believe I gave her up for someone else

I'm a fucking idiot

"Fuck Yeosang!", she cries

Licking her nipple, I squeeze her other breasts, pulling at her nipple with my fingers

God I missed having any part of her in my mouth

But I really want her pussy in my mouth

I fucking miss eating her out

Her hands move down my body and she starts pulling my sweatpants down along with my boxers

Standing up, I get them off, along with my shoes, then I roughly grab her jeans to get them undone

I'm so excited, my fingers aren't working

I growl then just pull one side of the waistband hard, the button flying off

Then I impatiently grab each side of her jeans and rip it down the middle, the zipper breaking too

I'll buy her new jeans

I'll buy her new anything

I need her naked right now

"Fuck Yeosang that's fucking sexy", she moans

I smirk as I get her jeans and panties off in record time

Moving on top of her, I kiss her again and touch her in between her legs

"Fuck jagi", I moan, feeling how completely soaked she is

"I make you this way?", I ask shyly

"Yes Yeosang. Fuck, you always make me like this"

I really really like that

Kissing her neck, I move my hand on her, playing with her clit

"Jesus", she moans

Her reactions to me are fucking amazing

Sliding my hand lower, I slide three fingers inside her, loving how she feels

"Yeosang fuck!", she cries, shuddering

I laugh a little at her reaction, smirking against her neck

I slowly move my fingers in and out, pick up speed with every thrust

"Yes baby, god", she whimpers

Putting my thumb on her clit, I rub it while I fuck her with my fingers

"Yeo, shit"

Kissing her neck, I whisper in her ear, "I know what my baby likes"

She nods, lost in pleasure

"I know my girl's body, I know how to make my girl cum so good"

"Yyyy....yeah. Yyy.... You do", she gets out

"I'm going to make my girl cum so much. You want that?", I ask

She nods her head rapidly, "Yes"

Moving down, I suck on her nipple and move my fingers faster

I feel her throbbing harder and harder on my fingers

She's right there

Sucking harder on her nipple, she screams loudly as I slam my fingers in and flick her clit

"Yeosang!", she shouts, coming hard

Yes goddamnit I love it

Letting go of her nipple, I move back to her ear

"Good baby. Again", I demand, keeping up the pace at which I'm moving my fingers

"Yeo", she whines

"Feels good baby?"

"Yes Fuck yes!"

I keep going working her up again until she's ready

"Cum for me baby girl", I whisper

"Ohhhhhh", she whimpers, orgasming again

God she's so fucking beautiful

"Good girl", I praise, kissing her cheek, "My good girl"

I pull my fingers out while she breathes hard, her eyes closed

I immediately put my fingers in my mouth, sucking her off them and moaning from how good she is

I need my mouth on her

Now

"Baby", I call, nuzzling in her neck

"Hmmmm?"

"I need you in my mouth"

"Wwww...what?", she breathes

"I need to eat you out baby. I need to feel you on my tongue. I need to suck on your clit jagi. I need to taste you"

"Fuck Yeosang"

"Can you let me?"

"Yyy... yes"

I sit up immediately, opening her legs wide and laying down between them

Not wasting any time, I run my tongue up her pussy, moaning as I taste her again, holding her legs open

How did I ever stay away from her?

How did I ever think anyone would taste better than her?

I was a fucking idiot

She shivers against my tongue and under my fingers

Moving my tongue quickly, she gets even more wet

I can't hold back anymore and I latch my lips to her clit and start sucking

She screams in pleasure while I moan from how good it feels in my mouth

Her clit gets hard in my mouth and I absolutely love it

Letting go, I lick her clit to get her more wet, then suck on it again, pulling hard

Fuck me, her clit is my favorite thing to suck on her body

"Yyyy... Yeosang", she groans

Sliding my fingers inside her to see how close she is, I suck faster and harder when I feel she's right there

Pulling my fingers out, I lick up her pussy slowly before sucking hard on her clit

"Fuck Yeosang!", she screams, coming in my mouth

I run my tongue by her entrance, licking her cum and swallowing

God fuck, she's the best thing I ever tasted

Food doesn't compare to her

Maybe I'm crazy for thinking that but I can never get enough of her cum

When she finishes, I keep licking her, up and down

Her hands slide in my hair, pulling hard

"Give me more baby", I request

"Yeah baby"

I get ridiculously happy hearing that

Licking her faster, I grip her thighs, moving her along my mouth

"Baby", she moans

"Fuck my mouth baby girl. I want it so much"

She thrusts her hips, pushing her pussy in my mouth right as Iick her

I moan loudly

God, I love this

She's the only one who's done this to me and it's the fucking best

One of her hands move to grip my wrist that's on her hip while the other is still pulling my hair

She keeps moving, fucking my mouth at a steady pace while I slip my tongue in and out of her

"Yeosang!", she yells

"Gonna cum baby girl?"

"Yes baby. Fuck I'm gonna cum"

"Good girl"

My tongue flies inside her pussy, her breathing getting louder

"Yeosang!", she cries, holding my head against her as she explodes again

God I can never get enough of her

I pull away, licking my lips

I need more

Christ I'm like a fucking junkie

But I'm fine with it, I want to be addicted to her

My eyes land on her clit, watching it throb hard

I love when her clit does that

She's really horny when that happens

I put my mouth back on it and she inhales

"Baby-" she starts

"Please jagi. I need it. Your clit is throbbing and begging me to suck it. Please", I beg

She looks down at me, running her fingers in my hair

"Ok baby"

I smile at her, kiss her inner thigh then wrap my lips around her clit again

She throbs against my lips, making me so much more horny than before

I suck on her slowly this time, just loving the feeling of her in my mouth

Fuck, I have some kind of fixation or obsession with her clit

I just love it

As I keep going, she moans louder and louder

Her body trembles, whimpering my name as I drag her orgasm from her

When she finishes, I slowly trail kisses up her body

Her skin shivers against my lips at every kiss, making me smile against her

"Baby's so sensitive?"

"Mmm hmm", she nods

When I get to her lips, l kiss her, putting my hand on the back of her neck, into her hair, laying next to her

She kisses me back and I love every second her lips are on mine

She runs her fingers up and down my back, her touch sending shivers down my back

It happens every time

Our kisses become more desperate, her tongue against mine, turning me on so much

I need to be inside her

I need it

"Please", I whisper in her ear

She kisses me again and opens her legs for me

Moving on top of her, I slide inside slowly and my whole body shakes from finally feeling her around me again

She moans loudly, her body pressing right against mine

She feels fucking amazing

It feels right

This....this feeling is what I was missing with Yeona

"Fuck", I moan, my forehead against hers, "My girl is always so tight and wet for me"

She whimpers, holding me close to her

I can't move

Not yet or I'm going to cum right away

"I...I... can't yet", I tell her, my body still trembling

"It's ok", she says softly, "You can stay as long as you want"

Fuck, I love her

As I lay with her, I get the overwhelming feeling I'm back where I belong

With her

My jagi

God I was a fucking moron

Once I'm calmed, I start moving, slowly at first

Her body shakes under me and god I missed that so much

"Fuck I missed you", I whisper, kissing her jaw, then trailing kisses along her neck

"I missed you baby. So much"

I'm so fucking happy she missed me

I'm still scared that she's just being with me this time

It can't be the last time

I know I need to beg for her forgiveness, prove to her that she's the one

Not Yeona

I move just a bit faster and harder

I don't want to go wild right now

I want to show her how much I love her

She holds on to me tightly, running her hands up and down my back

I miss her touch and she's sending chills up my spine that feel so good

Her hips start moving, meeting my movements, making me moan loudly

She looks at me so lovingly and I feel so guilty for what I did to her

"I'm sorry jagi", I whisper, touching her cheek softly

"What?", she asks, confused

"I'm sorry. I was so fucking stupid jagi. I'm sorry I didn't see, didn't notice sooner"

She stops moving and I do too, staying inside of her

"Yeosang what are you talking about?"

"Jo, I'm completely in love with you", I finally confess

Her mouth drops open, shock on her face

"I love you so much. I'm so sorry I didn't see it sooner. I had everything I could ever want right in front of me and I was too stupid to notice. I was a complete moron for not noticing that I loved you"

"I...uh.. I", she stammers

"I was so focused on Yeona, on getting her affection, on what I thought I was feeling, on being put on the spot that I didn't see my own feelings. And I made a colossal mistake. It's always been you. I was so stupid to think anyone but you could make me feel like you can. I'm sorry. You're the only one who can make me feel this way"

"It's ok Yeosang", she says softly

I shake my head

It's not ok

I hurt her, I dropped her and I hate that I did

"I'm sorry jagi, but I promise to make it up to you. Please Jo, be mine. You're all I want. Please", I beg her

I'm terrified of what she's going to say

Having sex with me is different from being with me

She could just as easily leave me as I left her

She tilts her head to the side and smiles at me, "Yeah Yeosang"

"Yeah?", I ask, in disbelief and wanting confirmation

"Yes Yeosang. I love you so much. Of course I'm going to say yes to you. You're all I ever wanted"

I'm going to be honest, I'm shocked she agreed to be with me so easily

That she still loves me

I expected to beg her, to maybe throw me out

I was ready to work hard for her, to do anything to be with her

I'm still going to work hard to show her ever single day that I love her more than anything in this world

"I'm sorry jagi. I'll make it up to you, I promise"

She shakes her head, "No baby you don't have to. I just want you to love me"

"I do love you Jo. I love you so much"

"That's all I need", she whispers, "You're all I need"

Fuck she's an amazing girl

And she's mine

She moves up, her lips on mine and arms around my neck, pulling me down on top of her

I melt into her kiss, sliding my tongue in her mouth and touching hers

She moans and that makes me hard again inside her

Still kissing her, I start to move again, just getting lost in the feel of her

🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼

J POV

Oh my god, he loves me

I've never been happier in my life

He came to me and told me he wants me on his own

He apologized over and over but honestly I don't hold anything against him

I don't care as long as he loves me and doesn't leave me again

He's everything I ever wanted

And now he's mine

He moves again, pleasure filling my body

He already gave me so much and he still wants to

He thrusts harder and faster, feeling so good going in and out of me

He kisses me making me melt against him

His kisses are everything

"Please jagi, cum on my cock", he begs

Holy fuck, he's getting me so close

He thrusts into my spot again, making me yell and pleasure hitting me everywhere

"C'mon baby girl. Don't you like my cock inside you?"

"Mmm", I whimper, "I love it baby"

He keeps pounding into my spot, making stars burst in my eyes

"Then show me how much you love me inside you. Cum on me"

"Fuck!", I scream, coming hard, my body arching into his and shaking hard, "Yeosang!"

He wraps his arm around my back, holding me against him and holding us up on one hand, getting on his knees

"Yes, Oh shit jagi, yes!", he cries, fucking me harder through my orgasm

When I finish, he yells, "No baby, again. More I need more"

I don't know how I can want more but I do

It's because it's him

I know it is

With him, I can orgasm over and over

He slams into my spot, making me cum again, "Yeosang fuck!"

"Yes baby. Fuck, I know where my baby loves to be fucked"

He really really does

"I know my girl's spot, I can always find it and give it to you good"

"Yes baby", I moan

His hand moves to my ass, squeezing hard, his arm still around me, holding me tightly

And he's still holding us up on the bed with one hand

Goddamnit he's fucking strong and it turns me on so much more that his next pound, makes me scream his name as my orgasm washes over me

I get so tight on him, shaking against his body

"Mmmm my girl feels so fucking amazing"

Fucking hell, I absolutely love him calling me his girl

I always was even when he didn't know it

He kisses me as he still thrusts hard into me

God he feels so fucking good and he's going so hard

I love it

I wonder if he can go harder

"Harder Yeo", I cry, "Harder baby"

"Harder jagi?", he smirks

I nod my head rapidly

"Anything for you my love", he whispers

Happiness swells in my body hearing him call me that

He actually moves harder, ramming his cock so deep and hard inside me

God it feels incredible

Because he's going so hard, he only has to thrust a few times before I snap

"Yeosang!", I scream at the top of my lungs, my orgasm hitting me so hard, ecstasy blinding me, "Yeosang!"

"Fuck baby, Joanne!", he screams, his arm giving out

We crash into the bed, him on top of me, his head buried in my neck as he screams, coming and shaking in my arms

His hand grips my hip so fucking hard but I don't care

"Yeosang!", I shout, feeling him coming inside me, his cock throbbing hard

It feels so good that it causes another orgasm to rip through me, my vision turning white as pure pleasure hits me

"Oh my fucking god!", he cries, "You feel so good. Baby you feel so good"

I can't answer, I can only feel

When I finish and come back to my senses, I realize that I have my fingers buried in his upper arm

He still hasn't lifted his head up from my neck, just laying on top of me breathing hard

We're both sweaty but I don't care

I still want him against me

Letting go of his arm, I wrap my arms around him, playing with the hair at the back of his head

His hand lets go of my hip, wrapping around my body instead

I close my eyes, holding the love of my life

"I love you", I hear him whisper

"I love you Yeosang", I answer

He lifts his head up, looking in my eyes, his hand cupping my cheek

"You're so beautiful jagi"

I blush, smiling at him

"I mean it Jo. I'm not lying. I'm telling the truth"

I do believe him

"I love you so much Joanne. I promise I'm going to make everything up to you"

I don't care about that

I just want him

"You don't have to Yeo. Just love me and don't leave me again"

He shakes his head, "Never Jo, I'm never going to leave you again. I swear"

I nod my head

I believe him

I press my lips to his, kissing him softly

When the kiss ends, I pull away and he smiles so widely

I lift my hand, stroking the side of his face

"I love your smile Yeo. It's beautiful and it makes me so happy"

I watch his cheeks turn pink but he still smiles

"I love yours too Jo. Yours makes my day better"

And of course I can't help but smile

"There it is", he whispers, then kisses me

Fuck I love him

He lays his head back down on me, his forehead against my neck

"Jo...can....can I stay with you tonight?", he asks hesitantly

"I thought you were baby", I answer,

"Yeah?", he asks a huge smile on his face

"Yeah baby. You don't have to ask. Ever. I'll always want you to stay with me"

"Good jagi because I don't want to spend a night away from you anymore"

"You don't have to Yeo. I promise"

"Ok. I promise you won't have to be without me either"

"Ok baby", I say turning my head and kissing his forehead

He sighs happily as I run my fingers in his hair, holding him in my arms

"I love you", I tell him

"I love you", he tells me

I just smile, so happy, and close my eyes, playing with his hair until I fall asleep

#yeosang fanfiction #yeosang fic #yeosang fanfic #yeosang smut #kang yeosang fic #kang yeosang smut #kang yeosang fanfic #ateez yeosang smut #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez fanfiction #ateez smut

[crashlapine]

so uh, adventure time spoilers even though it's been a good decade i guess

elaborating on the tags on that last reblog, i've been goin in hard on marathoning the original adventure time series. i say 'original' because the fionna and cake thing apparently got made into a full-blown series of its own that takes place quasi-post mainline adventure time or something? who knows. been trying to remain spoiler-free

anyway. what the fuck is this show dude.

like i've always heard people mention it gets heavy, but vague memories of what i remember watching as a kid (back when cable was something i had access to, roughly during just seasons one and two) all made it very hard to put aside the original impression i had that it was just some funny quirky thing i used to watch. some fun little show where "mathmatical!" is a family-friendly exclamation for adventure and all swears and expletives are substituted with random g-rated humor

like, willing to bet everyone at this point is at least sorta familiar with the post-apocalyptic setting/backdrop running underneath it all; i remember back in its airtime when everyone treated it as a big deal, how folks here loved to theorize about it before the explicit confirmation in-show

but... now, actually sitting down to watch this all in order, seeing this silly thing slowly turn into this heavy episodic mess about loss, manipulation, the legacy you're expected to leave behind, identity (and a lack of ties to one's own), and god knows what else... the post-apoc theming's much less a Shocking Reveal, and more just... "yeah, that's just the setting. life goes on. this is how we've dealt with the fallout in trying to rebuild society, fixing our mistakes" since s03/s04.

as funny as it feels to get into a long post about a show aimed at kids and teens, we also have literal episodes like [spoilers] finn getting his own dominant arm completely torn off while trying to chase down his absent father, with the only thing stopping him from bleeding out is a mix of Cursed Artifact and Pool Of Healing fantasy tropes, going on to spend the next episode, and i mean the full fucking runtime of the episode [s06e04, "The Tower"], in a dissociative/depressive state, absentmindedly building a tower to the heavens above in some vain revenge-driven attempt to find his father again just so he can rip /his/ arm off as eye-for-an-eye payback, operating off the vague notion the dude escaped earth's orbit and is just 'up there' somewhere. the only thing that stops him and snaps him out of that state is passing out from a lack of oxygen at the elevations he reaches.

like, imagine tuning into a rerun of a random episode of this show and eleven minutes of /that/ is what you get, devoid of context. there's no adventure there. this isn't fun. but you can't bring yourself to fault the kid, either, seeing the events of the past dozen episodes that built up to that point. this little story arc is hardly the only time this kind of thing happens, and the consequences of each one of these events is never neglected by the writing team. it resonates through the rest of the story, constantly

all taken together, it feels like the main motto of this series season four and on has become some reassurance to the viewer that "life can throw a lot of shit your way, and we don't always know how to handle these things. but for better or worse, life goes on. it has to."

marathoning this series properly has been a trip that resonates close to home too often in too many ways, as weirdly high-fantasy complete nonsense as it can be. feels weird to acknowledge that.

i'm gonna miss this show dearly once i'm through with it

#txt

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly! I love your work soo much, everything you write is just UGH PERFECTION. And I really love how you care so much for your readers! I've been reading your works for a while now since ao3 and was so happy when I found you on tumblr! May I please request a Levi x female reader hurt/comfort where Levi has been swamped with work and reader tries to help him and get him to rest but Levi gets angry. They have a big fight and Levi says a bunch of really hurtful things like she's making it worse by trying to help, she bothers him and is so clingy all the time, etc. Reader gets hurt and tries to avoid him and over the next few days/weeks and she starts acting differently and keeping her distance from him so that she doesn't bother him. He notices and tries to apologize but she still avoids him and acts like everything is okay whenever she talks to him but continues to act different. But then one day, Levi gets all jealous and bothered because reader is acting all close to this other male and yeah please make it a happy ending but really angsty during the fight and everything else is up to you! Thank you so muchhhh ❤️

You got it. So, I'm going to change it just a little bit, as I don't think a misunderstanding between two adults (especially with Levi) would last weeks or days. Likely it'd be a few hours and Levi would realise what he's done wrong rather quickly. Hope you don't mind!

@kenkopanda-art All the kisses to you for this perfect banner

Growing as a couple.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, CEO Levi, fluff, romance, having a fight and making up, communication, healthy relationship talks.

Concept: You go to visit Levi at work with a nice lunch. You talk to him, give him a hug and ask if he can go on a lunch date with you to the park. Levi snaps at you due to being overworked. You say sorry and hurry off and bump into Erwin. Levi thinks about what he said and it dawns on him. He hurries after you and sees you being held by Erwin. Levi pulls you away and has a healthy talk with you about your relationship. You both come to an understanding and hug it out.

Levi ruffled his hair as he flicked through papers, his stress increasing and his lack of sleep getting to him. He hadn't been home to be with you in two days due to a mistake that was made by a subordinate, so Levi was not pulling overtime to fix it. He was stressed and he felt like he wanted to strangle someone.

He glanced up at his door when he heard a knock. "Tch, what!?" He heard you announce yourself and knew now was not a great time to see you, but he did miss you. "Fine, come in!"

You slipped into his office and smiled softly. You could see your husband felt like shit and he was working very hard. "I brought lunch." You gulped when he just grunted in response. You moved closer to him. "I thought it'd be great if we went on a lunch date! It's so nice outside and we could just sit, eat and have a laugh."

"Not now."

You put your bag down and moved closer. "I haven't seen you in a while, so I think it'd be nice to just relax."

He glanced at you. "Not now."

You placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed. "Just one hour of your time. Trust me, it'll be nice."

"Not. Now."

You hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. "At least rest on the sofa."

He shoved you off. "Do you have shit in your ears!? I said not now! God fucking damn it brat! Can't you see how hard I've been working? I'm up to my fucking eyeballs in someone else's shit. I need to work, not run around with you. I don't have the time for you to be clingy."

You stared at Levi for a moment and watched him get back to work. You walked over to your bag and put his lunch on the desk. "Sorry, I was just concerned about you. I did this with love. I guess I will see you whenever you feel like coming home."

Levi heard you leave and kept working hard. He frowned a little when he heard his words play back in his head and your reply. He pushed his hand into his hair when it dawned on him how cruel he'd been to you. He grabbed the lunch and opened it to see you'd made it all cute and left him a love note saying how much you loved him and missed him, but you were proud of him.

Levi called you up on your phone, but you didn't pick up. "Damn it, answer me. I need to say sorry." He got up and ran out of his office to see Erwin holding you and you crying against his chest. Levi said your name softly. "Can we talk."

Erwin looked over at Levi. "I think you should give it time."

Levi grabbed your upper arm and pulled you away. "I know you give me relationship advice, but I think this time you're wrong." Levi pulled you along and back into his office. He slammed his door shut and locked it. "Sit, okay?"

You sat down and rubbed your tears. "It's okay. I just umm...I got something in my eye is all."

He sighed and grabbed a bottle of water, then a cold wet cloth. He sat next to you and gave you your drink before dabbing under your eyes. "You and I both know these tears are because of me."

"It's n-not."

He smiled at you. "You are stubborn sometimes, just like me." He sighed a little. "I fucked up. I was mean and nasty to you because I was stressed. I took my frustrations out on you and I shouldn't have."

You sniffed a little. "You told me not now and I should have stopped. I pushed you too much."

He hummed. "But I was hostile before you even said or did anything."

You turned your head away. "Levi."

He turned your head back. "Don't you Levi me." He kissed your cheek. "Thank you for the note."

"It was nothing."

He sighed and played with the cloth. "I've been overworking recently because some asshole fucked up, so I had to fix their mistake. I've almost done it, but there are still some issues. It's caused me to be away from you for a while and I hate that. I rushed the work so I could be with you, but by doing that I kind of turned into an asshole." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I shouldn't have snapped at you and I should have told you what was going on."

You reached over and held his hand. "I love you."

He entwined his fingers with yours. "I love you more than anything in this world. I can't go on a date as I have too much work to do, but I would like it if you stayed with me for lunch. Did you bring anything for you?"

"I did."

He walked over to his desk and grabbed his lunch box and brought it over to you. He smiled a little. "This looks perfect. Thank you for coming here. Thank you for making me lunch. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for worrying about me."

You smiled a little. "It's all out of love." You stared at Levi. "Can I kiss you or is it too clingy?"

He cupped your face and kissed you. "It's not clingy at all." He kissed you again and hummed. "I was just too cranky. I needed to turn it off, but I was stuck in work mode. I promise you that I'll work harder to relax and to keep work out of us as a married couple. I will also come home every night at the same time and get some sleep." He smiled and kissed you over and over. "I'm sorry for being an asshole. I love you and I want to make it up to you."

"I love you too. I'll always love you. Now each your lunch and you better come home tonight and sleep."

He smiled. "Yes darling, I promise."

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[clonecat]

time to put my roach powers to use! *scuttles under the fridge and never comes out again*

#roach #cockroach #scuttling under the fridge #roach powers #they will allow me to survive nuclear apocalypse #but only once i think idk though #can't really have a second apocalypse if there's no one there to do it again #maybe the roaches could #if they got super smart and organized to do it i guess #but then they'd need to have a reason so there would have to be a rift in roach society first #roaches don't have societies #yet #god tagging is so HARD i can't go back and fix mistakes i have to start over GOD #start over every time #actually now that i think about it roaches probably do have societies they're like vampire societies tho because they're hidden to us

[buckybarnesdiaries]

please

© @captaincentenarian

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

word count: 1.2k

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! sub!bucky (more or less), handjob, mention of bodily fluids, praise!kink, language, cockwarming.

author notes: this isn't proofread, sorry for possible mistakes. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Oh, fu— fuck”.

A muffled moaning escaped his lips when your thumb caressed his reddened tip. Since Bucky woke you up some minutes ago, with curses and groans, you knew perfectly what he needed. Now he was sprawled between your legs and his back was stuck to your chest. The soldier tossed his head to your shoulder, having a better view of his tongue strongly licking his lips and his eyelids closed.

Your right hand pumped his most sensitive skin, up and down, at a medium pace. Enough to please him, but not to make him cum too soon. Bucky was stirring under your strokes, gripping his balls with his cold fingers as the flesh ones got tangled in your hair. Sometimes, he just needed to be touched. Touched by you, and no one else. Be treated with care and tenderness. The last mission had some complications and that took its toll.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered using a honeyed tone of voice into his ear.

“God… yes… so damn good, doll”. He replied as he could.

“You deserve it”. You hummed spreading sweet kisses on the connection of vibranium and skin.

Increasing the pace a little more just to tease him, Bucky responded with a soft growl, rubbing his abdomen with the palm of his free hand, slightly stretching back his head. His hard cock felt warmer with every move of your fingers around it, using some more pressure to give him an added pleasure. Bucky had to settle himself better against your chest, stealing the air from his lungs when you nailed your teeth in his neck. His digits got closed tighter in the back of your head, watching him trying to breathe through his parted lips.

James wasn't too loud while having sex, except in moments like those where your only purpose was to make him enjoy. He couldn't control his vocals, babbling your name with a wrecked tone. You used the tip of your tongue to draw a mark on his skin, sucking and hollowing your cheeks slightly. You loved to mark your territory, although those hickies never lasted longer than a day.

“Puts your hands on my thighs”. You ordered him, placing your legs over his to keep them wide open at any moment.

He obeyed with a soft pout, landing your free fingers on his balls to massage them slowly, contrary to how you were pumping his firm dick. Bucky would never recognize it, but he loved when you took control and told him what he should do. Tilting his head, he kissed you slowly, invading his mouth with your tongue as you felt his anxiety by digging his fingertips in the sides of your legs. Both were hungry for each other, jerking his length faster till earning again his moans and his curses.

Bucky looked like the most beautiful piece of art with the pearls of sweat decorating his forehead and some tufts of his black hair stuck on it. He bit his bottom lip fixing his pale blue eyes on yours, not needing words to express to you what you were making him feel.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You purred against his lips, brushing them with yours. “My good boy”.

“Yes… I am”. Bucky whined when the pleasure started to be too much for his body.

“Of course you are, and you belong to me”. You spoke this time with a hoarse voice that gave him goosebumps, watching your boyfriend swallow. “Say it”.

“'M… you— yours, doll… only yours… I swear it”. His dick was twitching between your fingers, getting tensed as you squeezed his balls tighter. “Fu— Fuck… I need to… I need to cum…”

“Beg for it, my good boy”. You murmured, licking his parted lips with the tip of your tongue while slowing down the pace of your strokes, causing him to sob.

“Don' be… petty, doll… C'mon… C'mon, lemme cum, please”. Bucky growled in gasps, starting to rock his hips against your hand unconsciously.

He needed to release all the frustration running through his body. And he wanted you to help him with it. For you, it was a little funny how easy it was to make your big bad boyfriend plead. Although he hated you for it, trying to do his best to not push you apart and finish by himself.

“Baby, ple— please… Please…” Bucky moaned closing his eyes strongly, gripping your thighs with his huge hands. “God… I ca— can't wait… I can't…”

“You 'gonna disobey me?”

At the moment you replaced your left hand from his balls to his throat, forcing him to look at you again, his breathing became erratic, keen. His chest rose and fell furiously, not being able to control a single action of his anatomy.

“Please…” He begged you one last time, feeling all his blood concentrated in a concrete point of his cock and the knot within his low abdomen growing. “Doll… please.

“Cum for me. Now, James”. You commanded jerking him off faster than before, receiving a delighted cry from him.

Soon, the white ropes fell and stained his torso. His whole body was shaking, his Adam's apple was dancing under the palm of your hand still gripping his throat, the toes of his feet were curled and his abdomen was tense because of the orgasm exploding within him. Shutting up his vocals by devouring his mouth, your tongue fought his with dominance, while he was trying to breathe through his nose.

Collecting his arousal with your fingertips, you broke the kiss leaving him running out of air, sucking clean your digits under his attentive and exhausted gaze.

“Should be illegal to taste like that”. You purred giving him a whole show. “Wanna try it?”

“Please”. He mumbled leaning his head enough to lick your lips and suck the tip of your tongue. Bucky couldn't help but gasp at the savor of his jizz mixed with your saliva.

Not saying a single word, after placing one last kiss on his sweaty forehead, you stood up from your bed to go to the bathroom. Wetting a small towel with warm water, you came back to find your big soldier lying on his back and trying to recover. You kneeled on the mattress to clean first his face from the sweat, before continuing with his chest and abdomen and finishing with his —yet— twitching erection. Bucky sighed because of the careful caress, placing his hand made of vibranium on your back.

You tossed the towel somewhere over the floor, stripping yourself after that to lie by his side. “Come here…”

Using a sweet thread of voice, you urged him to turn and to let you embrace him. What he wasn't expecting was one of your hands to be snaked among your bodies, while you put a leg over his waist. Bucky understood your intentions when he was buried deep inside your soaked walls, sinking a more than pleased growl in your neck. He closed his arms around your body, forcing his cock to beyond your limits and holding it within your warm pussy.

“You're an angel, babydoll”. Bucky whimpered, feeling your walls clenching his sensible erection. “I love you… I love you”.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

the hot priests of television and cinema: a very necessary thread - tumblr version (3/3)

Part 01! | Part 02!

Tom Hiddleston in The Essex Serpent (Future Series)

Rev. William Ransome

Jeremy Irons in The Mission (1986), dir. Roland Joffé

Father Gabriel

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86 notes • Posted 2021-11-12 20:38:09 GMT

#4

Hey, I've been looking for some good fics of Baron Zemo ad Loki, can u give me some recommendation? off: I love your Jareth fic, when there will be an actualization?

Sure!

Let's begin with the Baron bc he's my all-time baby.

I'm in a deep case of love with Cursed and Call It A Night series of @clints-lucky-arrow, especially the first bc has such a beautiful gothic atmosphere and have dark!Zemo, which I really adore.

There's also the marvellous From Sokovia With Love of @nbraraeaves, I don't have enough words to say how much I love the plot of this one, and here we have another one with a bit of a dark! Baron Zemo *sigh* I just love this man being a lil evil.

@rosemaremembrance and @cazzyimagines have a lot of great stuff too, The Major Arcana Series of @rosemaremembrance it's one of my favourites one-shot series, The Empress was just my death. Scheiße of Cazzy made me blush so hard, oh boy... what that one did to me *blushes again*

@norabrice1701 and @handmaiden-of-mischief have magnificent historical!Zemo fics, Dance Card and The Marriage Game, respectively. I'm sure you are going to like it, bc I read it all in one day, haha

@rumblelibrary has such lovely prompts, really, Lying Kiss destroyed my soul.

Twice of @mypoisonedvine made me get in the professor! vibe, I mean, look at Zemo, he could easily be my German literature professor, easily, love that bastard being all cute.

@mymagicsuitcase did Small Spaces (I couldn't find it, sorry ;-;) and I just can't stop thinking about it. I'm literally dreaming with this, lol

Risks Worth Taking of @hardlyinteresting is so cute, I was all heart eyes when I first read it, I swear it worths every single minute of your time *-*

Tangled In Strings is an underrated fic, and I NEED that people get to know it, @captainofmischief is a wonderful writer and deserves love too

It's time for the God of Mischief

It's been some time I don't actually read a Loki fic, BUT, with the series, I saw myself compelled to go back and rediscover new stories.

So Very Bad is a terrific President! Loki one-shot and it's of @clints-lucky-arrow <3

Sadly, that's the only one I remember, but if I remind more I will send you, I promise

90 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 06:16:53 GMT

#3

In Noctem | Father Romero x Demon!Reader | English

(this GIF doesn't belong to me, credits to the owner (if you're the owner, please, tell me, so I can give you the credit))

SUMMARY | MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: Disrespect for Religion, BDSM (Soft), Sex (Explicit), Suffocation (for sexual purposes), Blood, Masturbation (implicit), Oral Sex (afab), Heresy.

Note: Skin, hair and body tone descriptions were purposely vague so that everyone interested can have a turn.

Again, English isn't my mother language, so I'm sorry for any orthography or writing mistakes you might find. If you feel comfortable you can tell me what you have found wrong, so I can fix it.

Word Count: 7.6K

A/N: Here is my contribution to the spooky season! Enjoy!

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95 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 21:05:47 GMT

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247 notes • Posted 2021-10-01 00:35:04 GMT

#1

the hot priests of television and cinema: a very necessary thread - tumblr version (1/3)

Part 02! | Part 03!

Montgomery Clift in I Confess (1953), dir. Alfred Hitchcock

Father Michael Logan

Gael García Bernal in El Crimen del Padre Amaro (2002), dir. Carlos Carrera

Padre Amaro

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429 notes • Posted 2021-10-24 21:19:50 GMT

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[wolfish-trickster]

Liar

final part (I like number 7, let's end it at number 7)

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 2,9K

Warnings: angst, typos (not when drunk gods are talking, those are intentional), drunk god bros™, hangover

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A/N: thank you so much for reading this unexpected mini series❤️

Loki swayed from one side to another. His question still hanging in the air. Thor was struggling to get back up on his feet. When it looked like he's making progress, he fell down on his knees again and had to start over.

"Has any of you ever seen them like that?" Steve whispered.

Everyone shook their heads. Your eyes remained glued to Loki. He never drank. Well, if he had to he drank fine wine or some other 'fancy' alcohol from Tony's stash, but he never drank to the point of being drunk. Only slightly tipsy.

You remember the first time you saw him drink. It was a long time ago. Tony made him. He said it will make him 'turn that frown upside down'. You saw him drain the whole bottle that day and it did nothing to him. Only tainted his pale cheeks with slight pink. You've seen him drink more than a bottle since then, but it was never enough to make him stumble through his words, or sway around like Jack Sparrow. How much did he had?

Anxiety gnawed on you again. 'He drank because of you. Because of what you told him. Your words pushed a literal god to drink his sadness away.'

"Weeeell?" Loki asked again. When Thor fell down with a thud on the floor again Loki rolled his eyes and was at least pretending to help him stand up. You swear you heard him whisper something along the lines of 'get up you outgrown lightning mouse, don't embarass me in front of her', but that could've been just your imagination.

"For god's sake, how much did you guys have?" Sam asked and Bucky stole Rex from his lap while he was distracted.

Thor while leaning on the back of the couch was counting his fingers. After a while he gave up. "A lot. We made our anescesterors proud," he bared his teeth in a proud grin.

"You mean ancestors, right?"

Thor's head turned to Nat. "Yes! We had a whoooole barrel. One for me," he hugged his brooding brother around shoulders (more like leaned on him with his entire weight) "and one for Kiki," the childish nickname earned Thor a massive shove to the side. "Do not call me dat!"

Bruce facepalmed. "Guys, what are we gonna do with them?"

Clint pulled out his phone, recording everything. "Enjoy while it lasts."

You smacked his phone away, a sudden need to protect your (hopefully still) friend's dignity roused inside of you. "You can't!" you said louder than you wanted.

Clint just shook his head. "You're no fun Y/N," and put his phone away.

You frowned at them. "I know. I know I'm no fun, and I am annoying sometimes, and weak and dumb compared to all of you. I know all of that! I don't care!"

Bucky stared up at you. "What has gotten into you doll?"

"I'll tell you what. I was a bitch, okay? I was overthinking everything ever since I had that argument with Loki. His words started something inside of my head. I started to think they were true, that when my best friend thought those things what must all of you think. And even when I knew they were lies those thoughts stayed up here," you pointed at your head, "and I hate myself for still keeping them there. And just when I thought I'll finally make up with Loki and everything will be good again I fuck up!" you wiped an escaped tear, took a breath and continued.

"It's my fault he's like this. He was drinking because of what I said. All of this is because of me," you hugged your arms to comfort yourself a little. Everyone stared at you, including the drunk brothers.

What you were letting out of your mouth probably didn't make sense as a whole. They were just your anxious thoughts getting free, they didn't care in which order. All of that stress, everything that has been rotting inside of your chest is out now. You feel a little better.

"Daaaarlin', 's not your fault," Loki interrupted your train of thoughts, reminding you that just because you talked your heart out, it didn't fix your mistake of hurting him.

"Yeah, and whose then?" you said calmly.

Loki stood up straighter while still swaying a little. "The univers! She won't let us be toge'er, thas why I haf to make up with 'er," his british accent got deeper.

You slowly walked towards him. "No Loki, this is my fault. And I'll fix it too," you took him by his arm and slowly lead him away. To his bedroom. However, he protested.

"Wait! We have to give 'er flowerz," he leaned down to Thor and yanked some of the flowers along with his golden hair from Thor's head. "Y'kno, to makup."

You shook your head and walked with him a little faster. "You don't have to. All you have to do is go to sleep now."

When the Avengers finally came to their senses Bruce shouted after you. "Hey what about Thor?"

"He's all yours," you shouted back from the elevators and pressed button leading to Loki's floor.

*

'He's heavier than he looks,' you think as you get closer to his bedroom door.

He's been leaning on you for support the whole silent (mildly uncomfortably silent) way to his bedroom. He groaned and mumbled something undecipherable here and there. You wished to be already in his room, put him in his bed and dissappear for few hours. You felt so awkward helping your friend who can barely stand after he drank because of you.

"Can you lean on the wall please?" you asked him when you both stood infront of his locked door. He unhooked his arm from around your shoulders and practically threw himself onto the nearest wall.

"Lean, not fall!"

He chuckled. "Sorrey, is the gravity," he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and fished out a key from his bedroom door from your sweatpant pocket. When the thin metal slid into keayhole Loki threw his arms around you and gently squeezed you. "Are ya real?"

"Eeeh, yes? Why are you asking?"

"Because," he squished your cheeks together, "you're nice to me. And you're cute," he giggled.

You chuckled and removed his hands from your cheeks. "Thanks, but this isn't you. You need to sleep."

"Not me?" he asked, confusion all over his face. He ran his hand across his torso and settled on his face. "But this is my body and my face! It has to be me!"

"Yes, it is, but the acting isn't. Now come," you took his hand and gently lead him through his open door.

You pushed him to sit on his bed and wanted to walk out, but he won't let go of your hands. He studied them like a little child, turning them, looking at them from every angle. You blushed. He hasn't been this tender for a long time.

You cleared your throat. "You need to sleep. You're gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow."

His eyes left your hands resting in his and bore into yours. But they weren't as clear as usual, they were clouded and lost. "Why?"

"Eeeh, because you're drunk?"

"Why?"

"Because you drank?"

"Why?"

"Because-" no, you can't tell him. "It doesn't matter. Just sleep now," you tried to push him to his bed, but even in this state he was strong and unmovable.

"I don't wanna sleep. I need to find Univers!"

"Well, you can find your universe after you sober up."

"Noooo," he shook his head dramatically, his hair whiping around him. "I can't find my universe. YOU are MY universe," he held your hands close to his chest.

"But I need to find THE Universe! With the T'n'H'n'E infront of it," he started to ramble about Universe conspiring against him and you, but you didn't listen.

You stopped listening after he said 'you are my universe'. Did he mean it?

" 'Your' universe?" you asked and finally pushed him to lie down on his bed.

"Yea," he yawned, his eyelids became too heavy for him to keep open. "I know you hate me, but I.... I...," and he was gone. Off to the dreamland.

You stayed there for few more minutes in case he woke up and finished what he wanted to say, but no such thing happened. You could play on drumms next to him and he wouldn't move.

You softly brushed his hair from his face and covered him with his soft black blanket. "I don't hate you Loki. I never did. I just hope you'll be just as nice and calm when you sober up as you were right now," you caressed his cheek for the last time and walked to his door.

Before you closed, you looked back at him and softly whispered. "You are my universe too Loki."

*

Loki's head pulsed with pain. That's what woke him up, actually. Blindly, he felt around him with his hands, trying to find out where he was. Warm blanket, soft bed, his Asgardian armour still on. It was dirty from clay and smelled weird. Almost like.... alcohol?

'Oh,' he thought, 'that happened.'

He groaned and opened his eyes, only to instantly cover them with his palm. Light from the nearby window was stabbing his eyeballs causing him even bigger headache. All he wanted to do was get a big- no, giant cup of cold water and down it just as fast as he was doing with the alcohol yesterday.

But whenever he tried to use his magic only green and gold sparkles flew from his fingers and when he tried to stand up he got dizy and the whole room started to spin. He fell down onto his bed again. He felt as if his brother hit him with Mjolnir, his famous hammer.

If he wanted a cup of water, he will have to suffer through those few steps to his bathroom.

He reluctantly and slowly stood up and walking very close to wall he made his way for a drink. Or three, just in case.

After a long and unpleasant journey he fell onto his bed again, but not before he pulled blinds over the horribly bright window and rid himself of any dirty and uncomfortable clothes, leaving him only in his underwear.

With his head underneath his blanket, to block out any more light, he tried to remember as much of his actions from yesterday as he could.

From your room he went to gym to punch his frustration out. That's where Thor found him, interrogated him and then dragged him to Asgard to have a drink. Or a whole pub apparently. The rest is a blur. Something about garden, flowers and him and his brother crashing down to Midgard to look for someone. Who? He doesn't remember. Maybe you, since he remembered something about flowers. Maybe his drunk self thought it would be best to make up with you.

But that didn't make any sense, he had nothing to apologize for anymore. You were the one who told him those word. Where even were you anyways?

Just as he finished that thought he heard his doorknob move and his door creaked open.he slowly peaked out from underneath the blanket and in the dimness saw a familiar silhouette. You.

Carefully you put one foot infront of the other and walked straight towards him. You must think he's still asleep, that's why you're so careful. Oh, how he longed to pretend to be asleep and then jump at you and scare you. But he can't. He can't let his mischievious nature do that yet. Not when things between you two aren't like they used to be.

Instead he kept his eyes open and when you got close enough, he slightly moved. "Well look who showed up," he said.

You flinched a little. "Thank god you're finally awake. How are you feeling?"

"Horrible, to be honest," he rubbed his temples. "Why did you say 'finally awake'?"

You completely ignored his question. "Do you need anything? Water? Painkillers?"

"How about you give me an answer?"

You sighed. "You were out for two days Loki. I was starting to think you had alcohol poisoning and died in your sleep. I was checking up on you every few hours to make sure you're still with us," you confessed.

"Oh, alright. Thank you. And I don't need anything. I already obtained it," he pointed at his bedside table with three glasses of water.

"Still, your head must be torturing you. I'll bring you some painkillers," you ran outside before he could stop you.

You returned after few minutes with a small box of pills on one hand and a jar of water in the other. "So you don't have to stand up and go to the bathroom after you drink those three cups," you said and put the jar on his bedside table.

"Thank you. You are oddly kind to me," Loki pointed out.

You hummed and awkwardly stood infront of his bed, trying not to look at his naked torso. You fidgeted with the box for a while. "Just take one when you want," you said finally and put it next to the jar.

"Hey, can you tell me what happened yester- I mean two days ago? Was I and Thor a big disaster?" he asked, wanting you to stay with him.

"Well," you chuckled and scratched the back of your head. "It was a bit awkward and confusing. You and Thor appeared on the balcony and you were looking for universe for some reason."

Loki facepalmed. The pain from embarrassment was bigger than the pain his head was causing. "And let me guess, The Earth's Mightiest Heroes recorded everything, didn't they?"

You shook your head. "No, I didn't let them."

"Thank you," he smiled kindly.

You returned the smile. "Hey, can I sit here?" you pointed at the corner of his bed.

"Sure," he moved a little to give you more space. The bed dipped under your weight a little.

"I want to tell you few things," you said, your eyes watched how you fidgeted with your fingers.

"I'm listening."

"First I want to apologize for what I said. I was tetchy and I know it doesn't excuse what I said," you raised your eyes to his. "I just want you to know I didn't mean them. And I'm sorry. I would like to be your friend again. Please."

Loki bit his tongue from teasingly telling you 'no' and took a deep breath. "I would like to be your friend as well. I don't want us to argue anymore. So," he extended his arm towards you, "friends?"

You beamed at him. To him your smile shone brighter than the sun outside. You took his hand and shook it. "Friends."

"I'm glad," he squeezed your hand gently. He didn't want to let go yet. "And what about the rest of what you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh, right," you looked to the side. "You said something yesterday."

"Something offensive? If so, I apologize-"

"No! Not at all! It just..." you bit your lower lip and tilted your head, something you subconsciously did when you blushed. "Y-you said that... I am your universe," you said carefully.

Loki froze. Did he really say that? You didn't look like you were lying. Why did he tell you that? Why were you bringing that up? Did you possibly feel the same and want to be sure he wasn't kidding when he said it?

Loki must've took too long to respond, because you were trying to pull your hand from his and leave. This time Loki was fast to stop you. "I really said that?"

You gulped. "Yes, ehm did you mean it? Wait, you don't remember. Sorry," you chuckled awkwardly.

"If I said that while drunk, I meant it."

"Really?"

"Yes. I once heard 'alcohol reveals, who a person truly is', in that case I am a romantic," he winked and you giggled. He liked the fact you still giggle at his stupid jokes.

"For real now. You are my universe. My best friend. My partner in crime. And if you allow then I would like to add another title: my paramour. If you feel the same way, that is."

You smiled softly and intertwined your fingers with his. "You are my universe as well, Loki."

"Great," he lifted your joined hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "When I sober up and feel better I'm officially asking you out on a date."

"How long does it usually take for you to sober up?"

"A day or two," Loki shrugged and fell back onto his bed. His head started spinning again.

"That's too long," you said and layed next to him. "Can I watch over you while you sleep?"

"Sure thing love," he hugged you to him and kissed the crown of your head.

Bonus

"Darling, it's 2pm."

"Yes, so?"

"Aren't you supposed to take Rex out?"

"Bucky is training him."

"Oh, okay."

"You're so sweet to think of him."

"Hmmm."

*meanwhile*

Steve: hey, aren't you supposed to train him?

Bucky: *lying on the floor, Rex napping on his chest*

Bucky: uuuh, I gave him a break.

Steve: *raises one eyebrow*

Bucky: please don't tell her

Steve: only if I can join in

A/N: I was this close to write the angstiest ending, but I have a good mood today

#loki #loki odinson #loki x reader #the avengers #loki fluff #loki angst #loki x reader angst #drinking #drunk loki #drunk thor #hangover

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ FOUR DAYS ❜

with Nestor Oceteva.

Request: Nestor x Reader smut???? Any scenario just have smut

BY @firebenderwolf

Warnings: Nsfw, smut and that's all.

Word count: about 1.5k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author, I found it on Google.

Masterlist.

Slowly, you start to feel somewhat awake, because of the feeling of two arms pushing you closer to a warm body. Slightly opening your eyelids, you find a forearm surrounding your neck, while the other is wrapping your waist. And as always, a leg over yours to avoid that you move too much. You're a little surprised to find Nestor lying on the sofa, behind you, when it's still daytime. Stretching a hand to the side table to check the hour on your phone. It's almost half past four. Too early for him to be at home. You can't help but smile sleepy, turning under his grip to watch him rest peacefully. He's wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, with his curly hair loose and a little wet. Sliding an arm under his neck, you stroke his left cheek with the fingertips of your free hand. Because of a light sight coming out from his mouth, you know he's already waking up. Gently touching his lips with yours, you kiss him in an ephemeral and fleeting gesture. This time, his throat utters a disappointed growl, tangling his fingers in your hair to pull you closer to his face making you laugh with a low tone. Caressing his lips again, Nestor leans a little to finally catch them.

Releasing your legs from his, you toss one over his waist, shortening the distance left. His left hand toures down your body until reaching your ass, squeezing it with his ringed fingers, as you begin to move your hips slowly and unconsciously looking for more friction against your husband. His lips are teasing you, whenever you try to find his tongue, making you sob a little desperate. Nestor loves to play, when it's been more than two days without any pleasant touch because of his work and how tired he comes back home. This time it's been almost four days. He knows you're totally hooked to him, being a nuisance any time he has the opportunity.

“If you continue… I'm gonna put all your shit in a suitcase, to kick it to Mikey's house”.

The mexican laughs loudly, covering his mouth with a hand, taking the advantage to sink your face into his neck. Your teeth quickly find his skin, warmly biting it until making him groan, sideways seeing Adam's apple in his throat going up and down. His fingers tighten your hair, at the same time that your tongue wets his skin, scrubbing his body against yours.

“Don' play, baby…” You plead with a honeyed voice.

“I'm done with this game, princesa”.

Creasing the folds of your shirt to lift it up over your ass, Nestor pulls your panties down by your legs, throwing them to the other extreme of the sofa, before doing the same with your shirt. At another time, he would tease you a little more with his fingers or his mouth, but almost four days is too much waiting. Helping him with his pants and his boxers, coming undone them with his own legs to push them away, he guides his erection to your center; perfectly positioned for him. Slamming you without hesitating, he presses his pelvis against it as much as he can, making you cry out on his lips. Your tightness is already suffocating him in pleasure with every thrust, and every move he does.

“Fuck, baby… I missed you”. He whispers with a broken tone of voice because of the gasps borning in his throat.

Turning you on your back over the sofa, Nestor settles himself between your legs, running your neck with his lips to kiss it, whilst your hand roams his muscled back all around. Ending up placing one of them on his ass, you push him deeper every time his cock digs into your wetness. You can't describe how good it feels, or how desperate you were for feeling him completely filling you up. Traveling down his mouth to catch one of your nipples, he pinches the other with two ringed digits, moving his tongue over it with the tip making some perfect circles. Your moans flood the living room, as he goes faster hitting your g-spot without mercy.

Sometimes, his job is too much for you to handle it, finding him some nights coming back home with open wounds waiting for you to be fixed up, or not seeing him for more hours than expected. But finally, it's worth it when he shows you how much he has needed you, in many ways. This is your favorite one, pleasing you as much as he can. Tangling your legs on his, you give him a better angle to deeping his thick cock to your limits.

“Fuck, Nestor…” You babble with both eyes closed and your back slightly arched, looking for more, needed for more.

“I love how… tight you are after some days, baby”. He groans nailing his hands on your hips, pounding you harder against the sofa. “You like't, baby? You missed my dick, ah?”

“Yes…”

“How much, baby? Tell me”.

“Too much, Nestor… My fingers aren't the same”. You confess to your husband, totally submerged in a bubble of pleasure.

“Fuck, princesa… Were you that anxious for me?” You just nod, feeling his lips touching yours, drowning there your moans. “I'm going to make it up… to you for the rest of the day”.

Putting a hand around your throat, his free arm almost covers your waist. His pelvis crashes your pussy, soaking him and part of the sofa because of the wet he produces in you in moments like these. The rude dance of his body against yours is pushing you to your limits, tucking his tongue among your lips looking for yours in a dirty and desperate kiss. Nestor knows exactly how close you are, just needing his cock to take you to the orgasm, making him feel proud just like every time he fucks you; slow and gentle, or hard and fast. No matter how.

The heat begins to wrap your whole anatomy, from your tiptoes to the roots of your mane, slightly scratching his back with your nails.

“Oh, god, Nestor… Fuck… Please, don't stop”. You beg him, moving your hips keeping in steps with his.

“Cum all over my cock, princesa… I wanna feel it”. He demands speeding up, making you squirm under his grip.

And you can't hold it for much long, falling into the edge when a warm lash runs down your backbone, flowing into your center like an explosion of pleasure. You can't help but scream out his name, with your eyes highly closed.

“That's it, princesa… Fucking cum for me”. He grunts squeezing your body under his grip.

“Fill me up, cariño”. You mutter totally out of control, desperate to feel himself emptying inside you.

Nestor just needs some deeper thrusts to please you one more time, pushing and holding his cock inside you, almost out of air barely breathing and his lips anchored on yours. Your hands nailed on his ass, pressing him against your throbbing pussy while he spills his seed completely.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, princesa”. He tries to say as much as he can. “You like't, ah? Fully soaked by my cream?”

“Yes, baby”. You groan nodding, biting his bottom lip, not wanting to move a single inch of your anatomy. “I missed it too much, Nestor…”

“Hold it a little more, mi amor… You feel so fucking good suffocating my cock”. Your husband begs you, collapsing on your chest but tightly clinged to your back with both arms.

Traveling your hands to tangle them in his black curly hair, you surround his waist with your legs, making him gasp when he discovers he can be a little more buried deep inside your wet and warm pussy, narrowing his sensible skin. Kissing you so filthy that he could make you cum again just like that, his phone starts to ring. Snorting he stretches a hand over the table, palming it until finding it, sinking his face into your neck reluctantly. You know that if Miguel calls him, he has to answer. And you hate him right now more than ever.

“Hey, brother, are you busy?”

“Fucking much”. He can't help but moan softly when you tease him, closing your legs somewhat more around his body.

“Are y—”

“Yes, Mikey, I'm between my future ex-wife legs, if she doesn't stop of fucking move”.

“Traumatizing”. The other man whispers horrified. “Just calling you to give you a day off. Don't answer my calls wh—”.

“'key, hermano, bye”. Quickly hanging up and throwing the phone somewhere over the carpet, Nestor pulls out himself after freeing himself from your legs, to slam you harder.

“Holy fuck!” You cry out between some laughs.

“I'm gonna… punish you in three minutes”.

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You Can't be Serious (Part 2)

A/n: the plot was originally a lot more thought out, and I don't really like the ending, but it is what it is. Sorry.

Summary: y/n and Shawn need to talk about what happened last night because what did happen just ain't it.

Warning: none

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Shawn woke up in the morning with a massive hangover and the sun blinding him effortlessly. He groaned softly, reaching for his girlfriend, so that he could bury his aching head in her chest, only to find that she wasn't beside him like she normally was. With one eye open, he searched the room, finding no evidence that she had been in the room since last night. Her phone was still on the night stand, her pillow gone, and Shawn just laid there entirely off put by the overwhelming silence that consumed their bedroom.

He knows he messed up; he should have called her. But he was too preoccupied with Brian's promise of "stupid fun" to bother. He needed this night out with the boys because with all the time he spends at the studio now he never gets to see them anymore, and he's struggling with this new album on top of that. He just needed a night out when y/n wasn't asking him about work and how things were going because he knew he couldn't lie to her about it. He misses what comes with being friends with them: the unavoidable drinking constests, the girls constantly flirting with them (only since being with y/n he's never flirted back). Then of course there's the inevitable hangover in the morning - much like Shawn is sporting now- and then trying to remember just what happened the night before. In his heart, though, he knows that none of this matters. He hurt her because he didn't communicate with her, and that's one thing they've always promised to do.

You were in the kitchen, staring blankly at your coffee cup with a crick in your neck from the still too hard sofa that Shawn purely got because "aesthetic." His footsteps behind you are what brought you out of your own little world. You brushed off his soft "good morning" and took a sip of your now lukewarm coffee.

Shawn sighed loudly when you still hadn't spared him a glance in the three minutes that he stood in front of you. "So are we gonna talk about this or not?"

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Y/n, I said I was sorry. You can't seriously still be mad."

"I told you I wasn't mad, Shawn. I'm disappointed that you didn't tell me. You let me get ready and sit here like an idiot for almost two hours and you didn't even think to call." You stared hard at the marble counter that kept you two separate. "Then when you do finally text me back, you lie to me. We've been together for nearly nearly three years, why couldn't you just text me? You know I would have understood."

"I just needed a night out. Okay? I haven't seen the guys in a while and I wanted to spend time with them."

"Oh for fucks sake, Shawn, then why don't you tell me that?" You finally looked up to see that beautiful, ruffled head of curls that fell into his eyes. "Am I so unreasonable that you can't tell me that you want to spend the night with your friends? I don't care that you went out with them! I don't! I care that you promised me a date and then you couldn't even be bothered to cancel. I care that you've been pulling away from me for weeks. That's what I care about."

"I haven't been pulling away." Shawn said even though he knows it's a lie.

You scoff, "yeah right. Probably off flirting with some girls at the bar," you mumble under your breath. But he heard you.

"If you honestly think I would do that to you, then you've fucking lost it."

"Then what other reason could there be for you not talking to me? I'm worried about you!"

"That's the problem!"

"You're not serious," I glared at him.

"I'm stressing out at the studio," he finally admits. "And no matter what I do, it's never good enough. And I know that if I came home to you and told you, you would just try to convince me that I was wrong for second guessing. Or you'd try and figure out a way to help me fix it, find a muse or something. And I hate you worrying about me because there are other things that you could be doing with that time. My problems shouldn't be yours to fix."

"That's what you do in relationships, Shawn! You try and help your significant other so that they know they're not alone! I may not know much about the music industry, but that doesn't mean I don't want to know what's going on. Talk to me about the studio and the deadlines and everything else that comes with your job. I talk to you about mine even though I know you don't know a damn thing about it. Why is it so hard for you to let me into your world?"

"My world? Hon, you are my world! And that's the other problem. I can't focus in the studio because I'm only thinking about you. And then the songs are all sappy and over infused with love and no one wants to hear that. You haven't hurt me and it's really fucking with my head."

"So you bailed last night because I haven't hurt you? That doesn't make any sense." You take your mug and empty the contents into the sink.

"No, that's not it. I just - I thought that being away from you for a night was gonna somehow fix my stress levels because I wouldn't have to talk about it." Shawn shook his head and looked down at his feet. "I could just go to the pub, drink a few beers and just hang with the guys. I wouldn't have to sit and tell you how much I'm struggling with this new album and listen to you praise me. Because you do, you praise me. You think I can do no wrong. You think I hung the moon and I don't want to disappoint you because I can't do the one thing I'm supposed to be good at."

"Hey," You reached for his hand. "Look at me, Shawn. I know you're not perfect. I don't want you to think you have to be in front of me." You made your way to him, taking his face in your hands. "You are allowed to feel stressed and make mistakes and feel like you can talk to me about it.

"I know." He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his still aching head in the crook of your neck. "I know."

"But what you shouldn't do is neglect your needy girlfriend. Because I get it, the boys miss you. Rightfully so. But I miss you in a much different way."

He groaned into your shirt, "I've missed you too. God, I'm an idiot. I'm sorry I disappointed you."

"It's okay, baby," you ran your hands through his hair. "How about you make it up to me by proving just how much you missed me."

He nodded, already placing soft kisses to your neck. "I can do that."

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Nothing Breaks Like A Heart- 3

So this took me about 8 years to write. I’m not sure why. But it’s unedited so please ignore the mistakes. The spacing looks off but I’m posting this on mobile so I’ll look at it on my laptop mañana. Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

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“Uncle Tony! Uncle Tony!” A 6 year old Nora ran to her Uncle and he scooped her up in his arms. “I missed you!” Nora repeatedly kissed her young uncle’s clean shaven face.

“I missed you too baby doll. Why don’t you go over and see Grandpa Obe. I think he has a present for you.” Tony set Nora down and she ran down the hall.

Nora was dreaming. She knew she was. She was standing there watching her memory unfold. It was the strangest dream. She had never had one like this.

“Hello Nora.” Nora slowly turned as her hands trembled. She knew the voice. She took a shaky breath and came face to face with Loki.

“How are you in my dream?” Loki gave Nora a smirk.

“I’m a God Nora Stark. There are many things I can do.”

“Then why are you here?”

“We had so little time together. There is much you don’t know. Things your father hid from you and your Uncle. I’m here to lead you to the truth. Pay attention to this.” Loki turned you back to the scene before you. This couldn’t be your memory. You had left the room.

“Grant- it’s her birthday and every year you leave her here and vanish for days. Eventually she’s not going to be okay with it. You lost your wife. But she lost her mother.”

“Her mother is gone and it’s my job to protect her from what’s to come. I leave to protect her. You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand.”

“If Nora here infringes on your extra curricular activities, I can get a Nanny.”

“Don’t be stupid. This has nothing to do with her being here. I look forward to this all year. But I’m worried that some day she’s going to resent you and it will be too late.”

“She’s not you. And I’m not our father so just stop. I’ll see you in a week.” Tony stood staring blankly as his brother stormed out. He had no idea what he was hiding. He had left without even saying goodbye to Nora.

“Protect me from what’s to come? What does that mean?!” Nora demanded answers from Loki.

“You have to put it together on your own. I can guide you Nora but you must put the pieces together. “

Before Nora could respond she jolted awake. Her heart was pounding and she couldn’t catch her breath. She felt like she was in a bad version of a Dickens Novel

“That must have been some dream” A deep voice came from her right. She looked over and saw Steve Rogers sitting in the chair next to her bed in the med wing.

“It was intense.” Nora started to regain her bearings.

“Look. I know you don’t want to see me and you think I’m the bad guy. But I had to make that decision. Tony knew what he was doing. I couldn’t risk everything he was willing to sacrifice. I wouldn’t have made that choice if”

“Steve. Steve. I know. I was a bitch. I was emotional and upset and I took it out on you. I’m sorry I spoke to you like that. It was just a lot and I think the poison in my system is making me delirious or something but I know you made the right decision. My uncle wouldn’t able to live with himself if people died to save him.” Steve took Nora’s hand. He could tell she was getting upset again.

“It’s forgotten. It was a difficult day. I’m just glad you and Tony are okay.”

“I think okay is stretch.” Nora laughed.

"Well physically okay." Steve squeezed Nora's hand as the door to her room opened. Bruce walked in, seemingly surprised to see Steve sitting there.

"You ready to get out of here?" Bruce had a strange look on his face.

"I thought you said I'd be here for longer?" Nora furrowed her brow.

"Well, we originally thought you would need IV Antibiotics for longer. It seemed like a nasty infection. But apparently it is healing a lot quicker than anticipated. You aren’t out of the woods but we can switch you to oral antibiotics now. You're still going to be sore and the stitches may give you some trouble but we should be able to take them out soon. There's no reason for you to stay in this bed any longer. But Nora, you need to take it easy for a bit."

“Define take it easy” Bruce looked exasperated as he ran his palm down his face.

“You need to stay in the building for now. We don’t want you exposed to any other bacteria. We don’t know how this will affect your immune system. You’re going to have to keep your leg elevated and the swelling down and crutches to walk.

“So really just like being here but in my own bed or on my ass wheeling around. Bruce I have work to do. The tower is a mess. The city is a mess.”

“It’s not up to you to fix it. You need to take care of yourself.” Nora’s lips were pursed. “Don’t look at me like you’re trying to appease me. You have

to follow instructions.” Bruce was pleading. “Or I’ll call Tony and you’ll stay here.”

“She’ll follow directions Dr. Banner. I’ll make sure of it.” Steve had his arms crossed in front of his chest with authority. Nora’s nostrils flared. Before she could attempt to argue Steve continued talking. “You’re going to need help. Tony needs to recover himself. I, however, am already healed. Let me help you.”

“Must be nice being a Super Soldier, but fine.” Nora threw her hands up. “But don’t even think about trying to treat me like a child.” Nora pointed her finger at Steve with raised eyebrows.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

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Steve wheeled Nora into her apartment. Both he and Bruce insisted on her using it to get to her wing of the tower and use it to go anywhere else in the tower except around her loft.

"Now what?' Nora sighed. Steve could tell she was upset but was trying not to show it.

"Now, I'm going to order some dinner. I don't think you want to be poisoned by my cooking on top of everything else. And then we can watch a movie or whatever you want to do."

"I need to shower, I feel disgusting." Steve nodded and was about to wheel her down to her room. "No, give me the crutches. I'm not an invalid" Steve rolled his eyes and handed her the crutches. He didn't attempt to help her to her feet, he knew she wouldn't let him. He watched her hobble down the hall to her bedroom. He opened a few drawers in her kitchen until he found some menus and pulled them out to decide what to get them for dinner.

Behind the door of her bathroom, Nora let a sob escape from her mouth. She was trying so hard to keep her emotions tucked inside, but after what had just happened she was floored. Aliens, Gods, more aliens. She had no idea what she would have done if she had lost her Uncle. She let her tears flow as she hobbled over to her dresser and pulled out a grey t-shirt and a pair of lavender and grey striped shorts. She struggled for a few moments to figure out how to get changed. She couldn't put any pressure on her leg without horrifying pain. She took a deep breath to center herself and went to the door. "Steve?" she called out. She heard his heavy foot steps and soon he was at her door. "Can you see if you can get Nat or Pepper in here?"

"Nat isn't here, she's at SHEILD. Pepper is doing a press conference right now. Are you okay?" Nora didn't want to open the door for Steve to see her tear stained face.

"I just." She paused. "I can't get changed to get into the shower."

"Do you...do you want my help?" Nora groaned. She didn't want to wait until Pepper would be done. It could be hours. She'd have to swallow her pride and let him help her. She wiped her face as best she could and opened the door. "Nora...you're crying." She clearly she hadn't done a good enough job.

"I'm fine." She stepped back so Steve could walk in. He enveloped her in a hug. She stood there shocked for a moment and then hugged him back and then she felt the damn of tears burst open. He slipped his arm behind her knees and picked her up like she was a feather and walked over to her bed so they could sit. He held her as she cried. "I'm sorry. I don’t know why I’m so damn emotional” She sobbed. "I don't normally break down and cry in front of people. I just..."

"Shhh...don't you dare apologize. And don't hold this all in. I've got you. You're safe with me. These past couple of days have been a lot.” Nora took a deep breath. They sat like that for a while. Nora across Steve’s lap as he had his arms wrapped around her torso and hers around his neck. Finally Nora pulled back.

“I really need to shower but I need help.” Her face turned pink.

“I can help you. I won’t look. It’s okay.” Steve helped her stand up and into her bathroom. She grabbed a towel from her linen cabinet and set it on the counter. Steve opened her shower door and started the water. “How hot do you want it?”

“So hot it almost melts my face off?” Steve laughed.

“I’m not going to turn it that hot. You can adjust it once you get in.” Nora nodded.

“Okay, this is awkward, let’s just power through. I can’t balance to take my pants on or off.” Steve nodded. “I’m going to turn around. I feel like my bare ass is less embarrassing. I mean an ass is ass.”

“However you’re most comfortable “‘Steve laughed. Nora turned around and pulled her t-shirt off and threw it in the hamper. Steve felt his mouth go dry. Nora felt his hands on her hips. “Okay I’m going to slide them off.” Nora nodded. She felt the heat burning on her cheeks. She felt like someone was blowing bubbles in her stomach. She was painfully aware of how firm Steve was holding her waste. His calloused hands were hot against her skin. Suddenly she was painfully aware that she was completely naked. “Can you step in by yourself?” Nora nodded unable to speak. She stepped in and quickly shut the door behind her. “I’m going to go back into your room. The towel is right here. Call me when you’re ready for me.

“Okay. Thanks Steve.” Nora felt her heart pounding.

“Of course. I’ll be right outside”. Steve ran his hands down his face. He spent the entire time thinking of the most non-sexual thoughts he could to avoid being turned on. He was attracted to Nora, she was beautiful, but there was something about her that was magnatizing.

He looked around her room. The walls were a grayish purple. The room wasn’t as big as he thought it would be, but it was still bigger than any room he had ever slept in. There was a slanted ceiling near the bathroom that created a large alcove where an oak roll top desk and chair was located. She had a matching chest of drawers that matched the desk as well as a large bookshelf that was loaded with books. Nora being a bookworm made him smile. Her king sized bed was in the middle of the room with an oak nightstand on one side and on the other was an elaborate lamp. It was built like a tree and was covered with glass flowers that all had tiny light bulbs in the middle. There was a smaller black lamp on the night stand.

Parallel to the wall with the door was a set of glass french doors with trim painted the black. It led out to a substantial balcony. Steve imagined Nora spent a lot of time out there. Her glanced over at her bluish purple bed spread that was a soft chenille. It was simple and loaded with pillows. He wondered how she fit in the bed with that many pillows. He walked over to the bookshelf and took a picture off to study it. It had

to be her parents. Grant was the spitting imagine of Howard Stark, even more than Tony. He knew the woman was her mother, although her hair was blonde it hung in spirals like Nora’s. She also had the same captivating sea green eyes as her daughter. Next to that was a picture of an older Howard and he assumed Maria who was holding a little bundle he was sure was Nora. Steve knew they didn’t live much longer after the picture had been taken. He glanced at a few photos of Nora and Grant. There was one of Nora, maybe 12, with Pepper. There was then an onslaught of photos of Nora and Tony. Ones with a young Tony and a toddler Nora. He saw her grow up in the photos. Her High School graduation, prom, a Christmas photo. Despite all of her loss, Tony has given her the best life possible. Not with his money, but with how much he loved her. The pride in his eyes in each photo jumped out at you. His favorite picture was of her and Tony, she was holding a cello and happiness was radiating from her.

Steve jumped and put the photo with back when he heard the bathroom door open. Nora hobbled out wearing her towel and holding her clothes. “I’m all done.” Her voice was quiet and sheepish.

“Here, sit down on the edge of the bed.” Steve helped her over as she sat. He took the black cotton boy short panties and slid them up to her knees and did The same with her shorts. “If you stand will you be able to pull them up the rest of the way?” Nora nodded. Steve tried to ignore her blazingly red face. “Okay, I’ll help you stand and then you can finish getting dressed. Your crutches are right there on the bed.” Steve helped her stand and then headed towards her door.

“Steve?” He heard her say in almost a whisper. “Thank you.” He nodded at her with a smile and headed back out to the living room.

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Nora used her crutches to get back out to the main area. Her large apartment started with an open floor plan. The substantial kitchen and living room were what you saw when you walked in. Dark hardwood floors throughout. Parallel to her door was a long hallway with 5 doors. On the right hand side was first the guest bedroom and the master bedroom at the end of the hall. On the other side there were two more doors with a half bath in the middle. Each bedroom had its own bathroom.

“So I ordered some pizza and wings. I figured it was a safe bet.”

“That’s fine, but I’m not really hungry to be honest.”

“You definitely have to eat Nora. All of that medicine will kill your stomach.” She nodded and hobbled over to the living room. She had a large taupe microfiber couch with ottoman at each end and two over sized chairs on each side. There was an antique looking entertainment center and above it, mounted to the wall was a large flat screen TV. About 6 feet back from the couch was a large wooden table with a marble top. It had a long bench on the side closest to the wall with 3 large chairs Across from it and 2 on each end. There was a wall of floor to ceiling windows. Across from the large table right next to the windows was a baby grand piano. Nora sat on the couch propping her leg up on the ottoman.

“You really don’t have to stay Steve. I’ll be fine.” Nora finally said. Steve had been studying her profile after she sat down. She looked overwhelmed and slightly sad.

“I know you’d be fine but you really shouldn’t be alone. Something could happen and you’re not at 100%. Unless you don’t want me here, I could call Nat.”

“No that’s not it. I just feel bad that I’m hijacking your life.” Steve walked over and sat next to Nora and faced her.

“You’re not hijacking anything. There’s no place else I’d rather be.” His warm smile set her at ease. His hand was next to hers and she linked her pinky with his. Steve was amazed that a tiny little touch could send his heart racing. Before either of them could say or do anything else there was a knock on the door. Steve jumped up to open it and was greeted by Tony’s confused face. He walked past Steve into the apartment. Steve could tell he was trying to appear uninjured but his movements said otherwise. Even after a few days since the battle his face was bruised up.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here Cap.” Tony glanced over his shoulder with a knowing look at Steve. He looked guilty and Nora looked flustered.

“Uh Dr. Banner had some stipulations on letting Nora out of the med bay so I told him I’d stick around to help.”

“Jarvis- have some clothes sent over for the Captain if he’s staying here. Don’t need him smelling up the place.” Tony ordered his A.I. He smiled at Nora and kissed her on the cheek and sat down next to her. “Hi babydoll, how’s my girl?” Steve stepped into the kitchen to give them some privacy. He sat at the large island on one of the stools. The marble top on the island and the rest of the counters matched the table. The color of the cabinets matched the color of her furniture. Her french door refrigerator and 6 burner stove as well as the dish washer were black. He looked at the walls of the entire area. The color was a very pale turquoise. Almost so pale it was white. One wall on the living room side behind the table and piano was exposed brick. Her tastes were simple and clean.

“I’m okay. Really tired still. How are you? Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“Oh honey I’m fine. I’ve had worse than this.”

Nora gave him a skeptical look. “I came over once I heard you were back over here to see if you wanted to stay on my floor so you weren’t alone, but I see you aren’t.”

“You need to take care of yourself and not worry about me. You fell out of the sky!”

“Banner broke my fall.” Tony gave his signature smirk. “But I see you’re in good hands here so I’m going to head back over before Pepper comes hunting for me. Call me if you need anything.” Tony kissed her forehead. “Love you Nori. Keep that leg up and don’t try to over do it.”

“Ditto, on all accounts.” She smiled adoringly up at her Uncle. He gave her a shrug.

“My legs are fine.” He turned to Steve and nodded “Captain.” After a second glance, he headed out the door.

Steve managed to get Nora to eat a piece of pizza and a couple of wings. He took it as a victory. He walked back over to the couch and handed Nora her antibiotics and some of her pain medication. She swallowed it quickly with her water. Steve sat down next to her as she picked another movie.

“You look exhausted. Why don’t we call it a night.”

“I don’t want to sleep” Nora confessed.

“You need some rest. It’ll help you heal.”

“If I sleep, I’ll dream and I’d like to avoid that.” Concern was draped over Steve’s face.

“Nightmares?”

“Among other things.”

“Here lean forward.” As Nora moved he slid behind her so she could rest her torso on his and stretch her legs out across the couch. It took Nora a moment to settle back, taken by surprise. Once she was resting against him Steve covered them with the large blanket that was on the back of the couch. “Rest, go to sleep. If you start having a nightmare I’ll wake you up.” Nora nodded and then started the movie. About 15 minutes after the movie started her head fell back against Steve’s shoulder. Steve leaned his head back and closed his eyes, the sweet smell of Nora’s shampoo helping him drift off to sleep.

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❛ KEEPING MY PROMISE ❜

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Warnings: this is pure smut, that's all.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤ — this work also includes pet-names and some sentences in spanish.

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After his speech, you two meet in the bathroom carried by the desire you have for each other. Riz is already inside of it, watching you smirking at him as you close the door and rest your back on it, while your right hand locks it. Unbuttoning his waistcoat, taking some steps closer towards you, you can't help but rub your thighs under the dress licking your bottom lip. Using your fingers to move the red straps on your shoulders, the long piece of clothing slides itself down through your arms and legs until falling to the floor. The only thing left is a black lace tongue adorning your body.

Riz takes a moment to contemplate and admire you, thinking about how lucky he is for being your one and only. The contrast of his cold fingertips getting nailed on your warm skin, touring it slowly from your waist to your lower back, gives you some nice shivers. He can't stop looking at your eyes, placing your hands on the back of his neck in the meantime that you open your legs for him unconsciously. By inertia.

“Tell me again what you want, mi amor”. His raspy and deep voice, quite the opposite of how it is normally, makes you gasp with parted lips.

His closeness is suffocating you. Hating how much he loves to tease you when you are so damn needy of him.

“I wan—”.

You can finish. Riz slams his lips against yours, showing you that he feels exactly like you. His huge hands go straight to your ass, squeezing it tightly settling himself between your legs. Now you're more aware of the bulge under the black pants. But the tables turn for your delight. His left hand flies to your throat, wrapping it too easily. And two fingers replace his tongue inside your mouth.

You don't doubt in wetting them with your saliva, under his incessant look on the way your lips get tightly closed around his skin, swallowing his rings perfectly.

“Tienes que estar calladita, ¿sí, mi amor?” (You have to be quiet).

Nodding in silence, knowing that you will have to do a huge effort, your husband slides his fingers down by your chest; between your breasts, continuing with your abdomen, until reaching your core. A brief caress over the thin black fabric. Usually, he teases you a little bit, giving some attention to your throbbing clit before fingering you. But this time, you don't see it coming.

His digits are pushed to your limits, having to cover your mouth with a hand to shut the loud moans borning in your throat. Hardly closing your eyes, you feel him curling his fingers, going up and down among your legs with an insanely fast pace. Needing some point of support, you toss your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on the center of his collarbone when your legs start to tremble.

“Fuck, Rizzy…” You sob against his chest inevitably.

He doesn't say a word, using his free hand to smack and squeeze your ass. The risk of being caught it's going to make you not last long, and he knows it, and for him, it's not enough to just touch you. He wants every part of your anatomy.

Pulling out his fingers, admiring the breathless mess you are, he takes them to your mouth with the clear intention of making you clean up himself. And you do it, tasting delighted your juices covering his warm skin. But when you're done, you can't help but put your hands on both sides of his chest to make the buttons of his shirt jump off, by a strong pull. You knew this shit was going to happen. You brought another white shirt for him.

His gasp turns into a low moan when Riz feels your lips over the cross tattooed on his chest. You warned him. You needed it. The big black cross gets covered by your saliva before you lean to catch his lips among yours. His hands paw your body almost dragging his palms all over you, so desperate to fuck you that he could cum just with some of your caresses.

And you know it. You know him better than anyone.

The sound of his belt being undone is celestial music for you, like the one his zip does going done through the metallic rails. You can't wait. Kneeling in front of him, you pull down his pants and his boxers to his thighs, watching his hard cock springing free to his abdomen. Wrapping his length with your fingers, you spit on his head. His eyes glued on yours at all moments. Riz can see how you make disappear his cock between your lips, tangling a hand in your head to push his sensitive skin to your throat. Gulping a growl, he holds it into your cavity waiting for the holy gag. Making your uvula vibrate, gives him a pleasing sensation that steals the air from his lungs. Back and forth, his pelvis touches your nose, alleviating the pain he was feeling for having locked his erection under the boxers since you sent him that text.

“Shit, mi amor, me vuelves loco”. Sighing totally bewitched by you, he thrust himself one last time as much deep as he can. “Come're, baby”.

Helping you to stand up on your high-heels, he uses his tongue to lick the threads of saliva and his pre-cum hanging from the corners of your lips. So fucking delicious.

“I'm gonna keep my promise, like the good husband I am”. Sliding down the tong by your legs, he turns you around to bend you over the marble counter.

“Oh, fuck, Michael”. You sob so needily, watching him through the mirror lining his waist behind you.

He looks so damn good with the sleeves rolled up, and the waistcoat and the shirt opened showing you his perfect torso. Pulling back the long black locks of hair to his nap, your husband focuses his eyes on your shinny pussy exposed only for him, between your spread legs.

“Wanna say something before you have to be quiet?” The grin on his face provokes you some tickles on your lower belly, rubbing his wet tip against your folds.

“God bless your dick, Riz”.

Digging all his length inside your cunt, crashing his abdomen with your buttocks, he quickly places a hand over your mouth. His body is pressing yours against the counter, without making any move; feeling to the perfection how your soaked pussy clenches him.

But as soon as you are used to him again, his hips start to rock back and forth with the only intention of pleasing you. Wrapping his forearm with your fingers, you can't stop looking at the delighted gesture on his face, showing up in his reflection. Even if he knows that you will not be silent, he needs to pound you harder.

Nailing his ringed hands on your waist, his thrusts become deeper, rough, and loud. His anatomy collides with yours, as yours are pressed against the counter, having to bite one of your fists because of the pleasure and the desire of screaming his name until dying.

“Oh, shit, que rico”. Whining, you roll your eyes to the back of your head, lost in the pleasure.

“You like it, ah?”

“Yes… Yes, Riz… Fuck, do—don't stop, I beg you”.

You're trying to be more silent than you actually can, with the obscene sound that his body creates colliding with yours echoing all around the bathroom. It feels so good. A mix of sensations jumping within your low belly, driving you crazy. Thinking that he can't go a step back until your husband urges you to place a leg bent over the counter, and his right hand goes straight to your throat; arching you to stick your back to his chest, as his free arm surrounds your abdomen.

His darkened eyes because of the lust are fixed on your reflection, on every gesture you draw on your face because of his strong thrusts. Riz tries to bury his dick deeper into you, teasing you to contain your unconscious moans filling up your lungs. Your thighs quivering let him know how close you are, not being able to take it for too long.

“Fuck, mi amor… You're so… fucking beautiful”. He hums ecstatic into your ear, pushing you against the counter once and again. “Cum with me… C'mon, baby… I wanna feel it… I wanna feel you cum all over my dick”.

About to cry because of the uncontrollable pleasure, you lick your bottom lip strongly, as he tilts your head to catch them with his. The filthy kiss with his tongue fighting against yours in your mouth throws you through the edge of the orgasm. You can't hold it anymore. You can't wait for a single second. The bomb inside your lower belly explodes. Riz swallows the howl that is born in your throat, feeling his grip over it tightening.

And even so, he doesn't stop. His pounds become rough and sloppy, wanting to give you all of him. Your husband bites your neck to shut his grunts, close to his own ecstasy.

“Shit, baby”. You cry out, grabbing his hands with yours, tossing your head back to his shoulder. “Fuck… Fuck, Rizzy… I need you to cu—cum inside me… I fucking beg you… Please”.

Tears shimmer in your eyes, while he continues hitting your pleased body. Another push and his moan against your skin make your anatomy vibrate, feeling the familiar sensation of heat flooding you. Pressing his pelvis against your center, you can feel perfectly his dick twitching inside you, emptying himself completely.

Almost fainting without pulling his throbbing hardness out of your soaked pussy, you bent over the counter putting down your legs; with your husband resting on your back until recovering your breathing.

“You're so fucking perfect…” Riz can't even talk without sounding more tired and sleepy than ever.

Now, you're regretting it because of how much you would like to be lying on your bed after an intense session of sex.

“Tell me you have br—”.

“Got in the car”. You whisper chuckling, not needing to finish the sentence to know what he wants to say. The mexican laughs, placing a soft kiss on the back of your head. “I'm gonna text Leti to bring it”.

“Okay…”

Slowly, so slowly, he pulls out himself from your core, taking a second to admire his favorite views; your mixed essences spilling down by your center. For most people a dirty gesture, for him a demonstration of your trust and your love. Helping you to clean up all the mess you have done in some minutes and refresh your skin with some water, he grabs your purse from the floor to ask Leti to bring Riz's shirt. In the meantime, he puts part of his suit on and helps you to wear back your dress.

Waiting for her, you two sit on the toilet to rest a little before coming back to the party. Brushing his black locks of hair, you place gentle kisses on top of his head, watching him relax under your caresses. Fulfilling your fantasies isn't an easy task. He always has an innate desire for you, just like you; but sometimes, you lose your head. You need him right at the moment. And you don't care where you are or who is around you. The only thing you want is your husband balls-deep in your pussy. Riz loves to please you, being aware that he's the only one to make you feel like that; feeling immense pride every time he makes you cum screaming his name.

Two knocks on the door claim your attention, getting up from his lap to attend it. Slightly opening, Leti's hand appears holding the fresh white shirt.

“I don't wanna know what happened”. She murmurs between some laughs.

“I'm sure you can get an idea, mini-Coco”. Riz's playful voice makes you chuckle, as you heard an ugh behind the door before being closed.

With a grin curving your mouth, you offer the piece of clothing to your man.

“You always think about the minimum details…” Shirtless, he grabs it. “Did you have it planned, ah?”

“Not exactly… But maybe I took it in the exact moment I saw you wearing that suit”.

“I'm gonna have to wear it often, don't you think, mi vida?” Nodding watching him wear his new shirt, you take some steps ahead to help him with the buttons. “I love you more than anything, you know it, right?”

“I do”.

“Love me or know it?”

“Both”. Pressing your lips on a happy smile, you lean towards Riz to kiss him. “Ready to come back…?”

“Not exactly, but I will make an effort”.

Hanging your purse from your right shoulder, you take a last look in the mirror to check that you're on point and nobody will suspect. But when you're about to abandon the bathroom, your husband grabs your elbow, closing the door with his free hand before pushing you against the white wood.

“I said I was going to fuck you in your car”. The dark and raspy voice being whispered into your ear makes you tremble, closing your eyelids as you feel the heat wrapping your whole anatomy. “When this party finishes… I'm gonna take you to a hidden place… Rip off that fucking dress from your beautiful body… And fuck you harder than ever…”

His hands paws you strongly, landing onto your ass to squeeze it by digging his ringed fingers in your skin, covered by the piece of clothing.

“You will lose your voice… after begging me, after screaming and crying my name… God, I swear I'm gonna break my sweet little pussy into pieces”.

You can't help but let a soft gasp escape your parted lips, feeling his body pressing you against the door.

“You're not the only one who has brought a change of clothes, cariño”.

Pulling himself away to find you barely breathing, he leans to kiss your lips with a petty smile on his face.

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❛ HIDDEN ❜

with Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza.

Request: hey, I absolutely adore your writing! 💕 I love love love love tranq, if you could write something about reader being a member of mayans and being on a long run, like to meet with sons in charming or something, and they stop to spend the night somewhere, like a motel, and when everyone else is asleep, things get smutty with her & hank 👀 thank you, cheers from northern europe, and have a nice day 😊

BY ANON

Warnings: nsfw, this is pure smut and I'm not sorry.

Word count: about 1.5k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @thedevilsmoonshine

Masterlist.

Lying over a picnic table, you have both hands under your head and your gaze raised up. From there, you can see the star-filled night sky. You have been trying to sleep for the last two hours, but for some reason you couldn't get it. Being so absorbed in counting stars, you don't hear two heavy feet coming to your position, scaring you when the man grabs your ankles to pull them and making you crawl above the wood, until he settles himself between your legs.

“You fucking pendejo!” Hitting Tranq's chest, you growl like a furious dog, hearing him chuckle this time. “You scared the shit outta me, idiot”.

“I've been looking at you for five minutes, without you noticing it”. He says making fun of you, enclosing you in his arms. “You looked beautiful”.

“How easy you turn from creepy to cute…” You laugh shaking your head.

“What are you doing here?”

“Couldn' sleep”.

“Need a help?” He smirks, leaning forward to sink his face into your neck, pressing his lips over your skin.

Some nice shivers run down your backbone, unconsciously wrapping his waist with your thighs, biting your lower lip as you close your eyes. His breath is too warm, touring your jaw with the tip of his nose until reaching your lips to kiss them. You love how gentle he is at the start, caressing your legs with his calloused hands going under the baggy shirt. Without advising you, Hank lifts you up under his grip non stopping the kiss, walking almost blind to his room. He easily opens the door, as soon as he finds it, coming in feeling your hands roaming the back of his head and his neck. When it started? You can't remember. Who knows that between you there's fire sparkles? You don't care.

Lying you down on your back, over the mattress, he pulls away himself enough time to take off his shirt, while you imitate this gesture giving him a good view of your bristled breasts waiting for him. Making himself space between your legs again, spreading them so you can feel better the rock under his sweatpants, the man attacks your nipples with his mouth and his huge fingers. You can't help but say his name undercover by a soft gasp. His touch is delicate, caressing one of your nipples with the tip of his tongue before sucking it and pulling it softly. In the meantime that he has his lustful eyes fixed on yours, his hands go down by your sides until finding the waistband of your panties. Sliding them through your legs to throw the piece of clothing onto somewhere, Tranq begins to draw a kissing path over your abdomen, continuing to your pelvis.

From your thighs emanate a sweet heat that drives him inside, leaving a meticulous lick all over your center. A moan dies in your lips, slightly arching your back.

“I love how you taste, mi amor”.

His hoarse voice echoes between your legs, dumping two thick fingers among your folds making you shudder because of the pleasure it gives you. Curling them, his hand starts a soft and slow pace, as his lips finds your throbbing and needed clit, gently sucking it and pressing it with his tongue. Your man knows exactly how to worship you, looking for your enjoyment more than for himself. You can't help but move your hips almost priceless, but enough for him to know that you want it faster. A third finger fills you up, stealing you a honeyed grunt, going deeper in your wet pussy while he enjoys the taste of your juices. His hand moving rotating inside of you is making you squirm under his grip, placing yours on his head as your gasps flood the room.

“Fuck, Tranq… I need you to fuck me”. You slur with both eyes closed, focused on his tongue sucking your sensible skin above his fingers. “Please…”

His responses come by catching your clit between his lips, to hardly suck it, taking your breath away; arching your back and pressing his face to your center.

“Oh, my fucking god!” You almost cry, feeling his vibrant laughs against your wetness.

Leaving some kisses on your inner thighs, he goes up looking for your lips. Tasting your own flavor in his mouth, fighting his tongue, you rub your needed pussy against his cock covered by the soft fabric.

“You're going to kill me”. Whispering, the mexican pulls down his sweatpants and his boxers, enough to free himself. “Tell me how much you want it, mi amor”.

“I've been waiting for this all day. I really need to feel you”.

“You have been quiet. Bishop is in the other room”. You know you will not, by the way he has to rub the hot head of his cock against your clit and your folds.

“Fuck El Presidente, fuck the club and fuck me, cariño”. You complain almost frowning.

Your groans get husked when he pounds you without expecting, nor advertising you. He quickly covers your lips pressing his on, to shut up the loudly moan born inside your throat. Hank presses his body against you, hitting your g-spot and your soul too easily, giving you time to accommodate your walls to his thickness. He is fucking big. More than you could think the first time you were about to have him between your legs. And when he's sure that he can move, he just simply does with a desperate pace. His pelvis colliding onto your pussy once and again, without taking you a deep breath, drowning every sound in his mouth. One of his arms is under your body, holding you tightly, while his free hand is grabbing your wrists over your head, thrusting his cock a little harder inside you.

It feels so good after being waiting since this morning, when he left your house to get ready for the trip where you have to assist someone's motorbike at Charming, because the Sons' were needing your mechanic skills after some kind of accident. And this is one of your rewards. Spreading your legs a little more, feeling how your body slightly bounces over the bed, Tranq digs his hardness with soft growls stuck in his vocal chords. Resting his forehead on yours and his dark eyes maintaining your gaze, he loosens his grip on your wrists to let you place them on his lower back, trying to push him somewhat deeper, beating up your g-spot in every move he does.

“I wanna ride you”. You mutter containing your moans as much as you can.

“Fuck… yes, mi amor”.

Pulling himself out of your wetness, making you sob displeased, Trank lies down on his back with an arm under you yet. Sitting on his lap and leading his glans among your throbbing lips, kneeling over the bed, you let your body fall down hardly impaling yourself with his dick.

“Oh, fuck”. You cry out covering your mouth with a hand.

“C'mon, mi vida… ride me”. He asks you, using his long fingers to wrap your throat.

Curving your back, your hips start to dance over him, finding a little more of pleasure as much as you spread your legs by both sides of his body. His eyes are on the point that your bodies get connected, watching how easily his cock get swallowed by your pussy.

“Shit… you take me so good, mi amor”. Tranq grunts, squeezing your neck slightly.

“Oh, fuck, baby…” You cry out speeding up with every thrust, practically jumping on top of him.

His free hand travels to your breasts, pinching them, bewitched by the move they make. Seeing him biting his lower lip full of pleasure, you know that he is as close as you are. The heat is bristling your skin, closing your eyes and focusing on his thickness stretching your walls to the limit, trying to contain every loud moan his cock provokes you. Your legs begin to shake softly, tautening your thighs, and feeling a knot concentrating in your belly. Loosening his grip, you lean over his chest looking for his lips to shut your vocals, dancing desperately with his hands squeezing your ass helping you somehow.

“Fuck… make me cum, please…” You beg between sobs, feeling the sweat stuck on your foreheads when you rest yours over his.

Using one of his thumb, roaming a hand among your bodies, Tranq reaches your clit; rubbing it with the same fast pace. The dry sound of your skin crashing against his and the wet ‘pops’ every time you go from top to bottom, digging his hardness into you, flood the hotel room as the sweetest and dirty melody you could ever hear. Being enough to make the knot, installed in your lower belly, explode in the desired orgasm. Closing your fingers around the back of his head, you muffle a loud moan on his lips, feeling the mexican deepening his throbbing cock into you until filling you up with his seed. The guttural growl that borns inside his chest, dies in your neck, biting it hard enough to make a mark and leave you breathless. His cock twitches inside you, after some deep pounds, you collapse over his chest with a tired smile and a soft sight, making him chuckle.

“Fuck, baby”. You mumble, resting your cheek on him trying to catch back some air, feeling his hands gently caressing your back.

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