#need someones scent and shirt and breathing and skin contact

[wlw-cryptid]

does anyone have big arms and a steady heartbeat combined w a willingness to let me lay wrapped in them for the next foreseeable 48 hours straight

#ik im still hornyposting but it is coming from a need for just. safety and stability and to have the rest of the world blocked out #need. to be held a little tight and have my face squished just a tiny bit into their chest so im just urged more to close my eyes #need someones scent and shirt and breathing and skin contact #big in a 'need daddy' but in a not necessarily having sex way . need. the care. someone to make me feel small and cradled #augh. ough #she speaks #just. really do not feel good lately #really not good at all

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 10 (Knotting)

Legoshi x Male!reader

If someone had told you at the beginning of your relationship with Legoshi that he would be the one to initiate sex, you probably would have laughed in their face.

So imagine your surprise when, after a particularly amazing date, Legoshi proposed that the two of you have sex the next night.

You didn't know what to expect. You're a virgin and as far as you know, he was too. To be honest, you were scared. You took enough biology to know that wolf knot plus a human ass would definitely mean pain. That's not even taking into consideration that Legoshi was way taller than wolves of his own species.

But you had time to prepare, so you did.

You followed every tutorial on Furrchan and Beastube, especially that one gay dude who Nair'd his ass on video and posted it onto the site. He seemed like the expert to go to. You went out shopping and frantically bought everything you might need for such a challenge. Lube, condoms, douche, and information pamphlets went into your cart.

You currently sat on Legoshi's bed bunk, waiting for him to arrive. You had showered, cleaned yourself out, and even used the shampoo that Legoshi liked. Everything had to go perfectly. You even had some soft music playing through a small speaker.

As you waited anxiously, the atmosphere in the room seemed to thicken with anticipation. Every sound that echoed down the hallway amplified your heartbeat just a little more, making each moment feel like an eternity.

Finally, after what felt like hours, there was a gentle knock on the door followed by its slow creak open. In walked Legosi, looking quite flustered as nervously walked over and sat on the bed with you.

"So…uhh," You muttered, not sure how to initiate sex. You were in the dark about these kinds of things.

At your hesitation, Legoshi's eyes darted around nervously before returning to meet yours halfway. He swallowed hard, taking a deep breath as he tried to find the words within him. His cheeks flushed under his fur even deeper at his own embarrassment.

Finally, he managed to squeak out softly, "Um... do you want me to undress first?" It was clear from his voice that this was foreign territory for him too; there was an uncertainty lacing every syllable.

You pause for a moment, trying to remember the pamphlet about healthy sexual relationships. "What if.....what if we help remove each other's clothes?" You finally manage to recite meekly as you fiddled with your thumbs.

At your suggestion, Legosi's eyes lit up slightly as he nodded eagerly. "Yeah," he murmured softly, "that sounds good."

With a snail's pace, he began reaching out to gently grab hold of your shirt hem. With a hesitant look in his eyes, he began to tug lightly, urging you to move closer so he could pull it off properly without letting go entirely. As he did so, he took note of your reaction—whether you were uncomfortable or enjoying the contact between them. You nod timidly and lift your arms up.

As soon as Legosi felt your permission through your lifted arms, he quickly grasped onto the idea and began pulling your shirt upwards with newfound confidence. His fingers brushing against your skin sent shivers down your spine. Once fully off, Legoshi started at your bare torso. He shifted closer as if wanting to take in the sight.

As Legoshi moved closer, his hot breath danced along your neck sending shivers down your spine. He couldn't resist taking in your scent, trying to commit it to memory forever. The way his nose grazed against your skin ignited a spark inside him, awakening primal desires that he didn't know existed until now. His heart raced faster as adrenaline coursed through his veins—this was intoxicating!

This set the pattern.

One of you would take off the other's article of clothing, then stare at their body. As the two of you progressively shed layers of clothing, the air between you became charged with electricity. Every brush of fingers against skin sent ripples of pleasure through your bodies. Even though you were both nervous and unsure, something about this exchange felt right.

Finally sitting face to face in nothing but their underwear, Legoshi couldn't tear his gaze away from you. He traced delicate patterns over your chest with his fingertips, marveling at how soft your skin felt beneath them. Meanwhile, you reached out to feel his soft fur.

Both of you blushed deeply as you realized where this was heading. Neither of you wanted to make the first move, fearful of crossing boundaries or being rejected. But despite your hesitations, neither could bring themselves to break eye contact either.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Legoshi reached out towards your boxers, his fingers trembling slightly as they hovered just above the fabric. With bated breath, he slowly pulled down the waistband of your boxers, revealing your erect cock beneath. Your member twitched slightly at the sensation of cool air bathing it. After a few minutes of Legoshi staring in awe at your dick, You decide to return the favor and pull his briefs off.

As you pulled Legoshi's underwear off, exposing his hardened cock tentatively, he let out a soft moan of relief. Feeling increasingly bold, he reached out to touch your cock once again, stroking it slowly with his palm while looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Taking courage from his touch, you leaned in close, wrapping one arm around him to pull him close for a kiss. Your lips met in a tender kiss as your bodies pressed flush together. Your tongues tentatively explored each other's mouths as you began grinding your hips together in sync, rubbing your cocks against each other.

You shifted to lay in the bed. Legoshi didn't stop kissing you as he followed your movements. Fortunately, you had prepared for the next part since you didn't want to waste precious time. You had already lubed your hole prior. But it was still worrying to think about Legoshi's knotted cock fitting into your ass.

As you lay back on the bed, Legoshi couldn't help but stare at your ass, his heart pounding with desire. He knew that this was going to happen eventually, but seeing it right here in front of him made it all the more real.

His brow furrowed in concern when he saw the expression on your face, worry written all over it. "I don't want to hurt you," he murmured softly, his voice full of regret.

You shook your head reassuringly, trying to calm him down. "It's okay," you whispered back, placing a hand on his chest to steady him. "We can take things slow."

With a deep breath, Legoshi nodded slowly, still uncertain but willing to trust in your words. Together, you guided him closer, positioning his tip at your entrance. He had a strong grip on your hips and you placed your hands over his.

"Are you ready?" you asked quietly, meeting his eyes for reassurance. He nodded again, biting his lip as he prepared for the inevitable penetration. Slowly, carefully, he eased himself inside you, groaning softly at the tightness surrounding him.

As Legoshi pushed further into you, a sharp stab of pain shot through your body. You winced and let out a small cry, causing him to freeze midway. "Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly, pulling back slightly. Closing your eyes tightly to block out the pain, you forced yourself to relax and breathe steadily. When you opened your eyes again, you saw the genuine concern reflected in Legosi's gaze. He looked truly frightened at the prospect of hurting you.

Reaching up, you cupped his cheek gently and smiled reassuringly. "No," you said softly, "just a bit of discomfort. Keep going..." Your voice trailed off as he resumed his thrusts, slowly pushing further into you. Despite the pain, you couldn't deny the intense pleasure mixed with it. The sensation of being filled by your boyfriend was overwhelming. As Legoshi picked up speed, his hands entwined with yours.

As Legoshi's pace quickened, sweat dripping down his fur, his movements became erratic yet powerful. Drool slipped past his parted lips, trailing down his chin as he lost himself in the motions. His eyes were glazed over, focused solely on you and the rhythmic movement of their bodies. His muscles tensed with each thrust, the sounds of fur slapping against skin filling the room.

Every time you cried out in pleasure or arched your back, it drove him even harder, his cock throbbing with need inside you. He lost track of time and place, consumed by the primal desire pulsing through him. All he could see was you and all he wanted was more.

Legoshi's voice cracked as he tried to speak, the heat building up inside him making it difficult to form coherent sentences. "Mmm... God, you feel so good," he moaned, his tongue tangled in his attempts to express himself.

As he continued to pound into you, his hips slapping against your ass, he managed to gather enough strength to whisper, "Please... tell me how much you love this... Tell me it's amazing!"

Despite his plea, he doubted anything could have prepared him for the wave of emotion that crashed over him when you finally answered, your voice hoarse with passion, "Yes... yes, it's incredible. Don't stop."

Legoshi's hand slid down between your legs, his rough fingers curling around your cock as he began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Your moans of pleasure echoed off the walls, driving him wild with lust. Unable to contain himself any longer, he threw his head back and roared, the sound reverberating throughout the room.

Legoshi's moans grew more intense as his pace increased, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his climax. "I love you," he chanted between ragged breaths, his voice breaking with emotion. "God, I love you so much."

"I love you too," you replied between heavy pants as you felt your world spinning. Your body quivered with each thrust, the sensations overloading your senses. You clung to Legoshi and wrapped your legs around his waist for dear life as he stirred your guts with his cock. Before you knew it, your entire body tensed up as you came with a loud moan.

As you came, your body convulsing in pleasure as you spilled seed onto your stomach, Legoshi growled low in his throat. The sound vibrated against your skin. Seeing your release only fueled his desire further, and he continued to pound into you, determined to claim his own release.

Legoshi's entire body tensed up as he felt his orgasm approaching, his movements becoming more frantic as he neared the edge. Just as he felt like he couldn't hold back anymore, he let out a loud, primal yell. In one thrust, he slammed his knot into you, locking into place with a wet popping sound. He released himself inside you, filling you up with his warm cum as his knot kept you in place. You whimper as you feel it coat your insides. His body shuddered violently as he let out a long, drawn-out moan.

Legoshi stayed buried deep inside you, his body still trembling with excitement. He nuzzled against your face affectionately, soft kisses scattered across your neck and shoulders. "I'm so sorry if it hurts," he whispered softly.

You ran your fingers through his fur gently, offering reassurance as you spoke, "It's okay." You paused for a moment before adding, "Besides, maybe it won't be so bad having us stuck together like this for a while." You gave him a playful smirk which only served to make him flustered even more.

You both spent the rest of the night cuddling closely together, occasionally shifting positions to ease the discomfort caused by his knot. As sleep claimed you both, you drifted off happily knowing Legoshi was connected to you, physically and emotionally.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

#beastars #beastars x reader #legoshi #legoshi x reader #male reader #male!reader #legoshi x male!reader #legoshi beastars #beastars legoshi #scumtober #scumtober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #knott

[gyucheolslut]

just be • kmg

lower case intended.

cw/tw: mentions of reader being sad, mentions of reader hurting because of said sadness.. other than that? none :) just pure comfort

genre: fluff, hurt&comfort

not proof read!

wc: 634 :) a little one

a/n: it’s been a very very rough week.. all i want to do is crawl into bed and cry.. so.. here you go.. for anyone feeling the same, i hope this can bring you a little comfort. it’s okay to just.. be. it’s okay to just exist. i love you.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

“do you want to talk about it?” mingyu speaks softly, cautiously putting weight on the bed with just his knee, behind your sniffling frame.

you shake your head no, using your sweater covered hand to wipe your nose and tears, curling more into yourself and the blanket around you.

“that’s okay..” mingyu hums understandingly, playing with the edge of the blanket. “is it okay if i lay here with you?” he questions, tilting his head as he watches you closely, reading you, trying to understand what you want and need.

you let out a broken sigh, breathing through your mouth since your nose was stuffed up from crying for so hard for so long, you peer over your shoulder at him and mingyu swears he feels his heart breaking.

your eyes are puffy, red and tired. after making eye contact with him for a moment, you look away, hiding your face in your hands. “ugh..” you cry out “don’t look at me, i look gross! you’re not supposed to see me like this! you have to go away.”

mingyu stifles his laughter, shaking his head in admiration. it feels good to hear you talk. you’ve been communicating for the past hour with nods and shakes of your head. although your voice is raspy and laced with sadness; it’s music to his ears.

“baby..” he experimentally starts to shift himself underneath the blanket next to you, smiling with content when you don’t stop him or shuffle away from him.

mingyu takes his spot behind you, slotting his body against yours like a missing puzzle piece. fitting perfectly as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest, embracing you in his comforting warmth and scent.

“first, you look beautiful” he starts, cutting you off before you can reply “and second, i want to see you like this… i want to be there for you in moments like this… just like i’d want you to be there for me, like you’d want to be there for me..” he says, nudging his nose into your hair, fingers tracing soft and delicate shapes into the exposed skin of your tummy.

“i want to be there for every moment, good and bad… you don’t have to go through this alone, you know?” he hums into your ear, placing a soft kiss on it before moving to kiss your temple and cheek. you turn to face him, and he opens his arm so you can comfortably do so.

you look up at him, tears filling your eyes as you search his. “it hurts..” you whisper.. “i hate feeling like this.” tears escape your eyes, and mingyu is quick to catch and wipe them away with the pads of his thumbs, pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead.

“i know sweetheart.. i know…” he pulls your head to his chest and plays with your hair, the sound of his heart beat and soft, slow breathing entering your ears, comforting you and grounding you, almost like white noise would.

mingyu pulls you back, cupping your face in both of his hands,

“but i’m here.. i’m always here.. and you don’t always have to be happy.. you always have someone to lean on, okay? we will get through this. whatever this is. we will get through it.” he stares into your eyes lovingly as he speaks, brushing your tears away. “you take as much time as you need, we can just lay here forever… we don’t have to talk.. we can just.. be.” he nods, “okay?”

you sniffle, crying out as you nod and bury your face into his neck, gripping his tshirt and pulling him as close to you as humanly possible.

mingyu traces up and down your back, underneath the fabric of your shirt as he holds you. letting you just exist in the comfort of his hold.

#i want him to hold me so incredibly bad i think it would solve all my issues #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu x reader #svt soft hours #svt soft thoughts #svt comfort #mingyu soft hours #mingyu soft thoughts #mingyu fluff #kim mingyu fluff #kim mingyu soft hours #kim mingyu soft thoughts

[decadentfantasy]

Mk1 Kenshi or kung lao with a shy fem reader who has a crush on them? Sfw and/or nsfw is fine, oneshot or hc <3

𝑴𝑲1 𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝒀 𝑭𝑬𝑴! 𝑺/𝑶

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Kenshi Takahashi, Kung Lao

𝑻𝑾: a bit of smut

❥︎ 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰

𝑺𝑭𝑾

❥︎ Kenshi tends to think of himself as quite skilled at analyzing people. The way you'd shy away from him, the way you'd flinch when he called you by name, your fidgeting eyes darting anywhere as long as it's away from his face. He mistakes your shyness for fear. He knows that, has an ex-Yakuza, his reputation can be quite disturbing to most but he thought his calm demeanor would have done something to ease your worries.

❥︎ Only after a bit he starts to pick up on the clues that had previously went unnoticed: your reddened cheeks, the stutter in your speech, the way your hands flex when he's near, yearning to hold him... and he has to admit he's flattered. He finds your shyness endearing and sweet, he might feel a little guilty about making you so nervous.

❥︎ It takes a while for him to be able to meet you alone, but when he manages he makes sure you're the least uncomfortable possible, quite difficult since you're confessing to him. When your words finally tumble out of your mouth, jumbled and thick in your throat, Kenshi smiles softly and embraces you, strong arms enveloping around you as the scent of lychee and white musk envelops you.

"That was really sweet," he says against your ear, stroking your hair in slow, tender motions. "I'm glad you told me."

❥︎ Even when you start your relationship, Kenshi always makes sure you're okay with him initiating physical contact: he's not a particularly touchy man, but he enjoys basking in your warmth, he finds it comforting. Every hug, every held hand, every feathery kiss is preceded by a softly spoken "Is this okay?", almost too cautious, afraid of hurting you with his affection.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾

❥︎ Kenshi is passionate by nature, he pours his heart into his every act of love towards you and that includes sex as well. To someone as shy as you it might feel almost overwhelming, how his hands dig in your hips in a firm hold and his sweaty skin glides onto yours as he thrusts into you. His eyes are so full of love, of adoration, as he gazes upon your naked form sprawled on the mattress, hypnotized by the way your breath hitches and your voice twists into whimpers of his name.

❥︎ If he notices you're getting overwhelmed he slows the pace, his hips rocking against yours like gentle waves upon the shore, and starts littering your face in butterfly kisses, sweeping your hair away from your forehead he holds your hand in his own, his thumb stroking its back.

"It's alright, hanii. You're doing perfectly..." he assures you softly, his breath uneven as his hand drifts down to caress your thigh soothingly. "I love you, I love you so much... You're so beautiful."

❥︎ He's a little clumsy when it comes to aftercare, but he puts his best effort in it. He prefers to cuddle for a while before going to get cleaned up, wanting to bask in the afterglow of your love making. He takes his time to shower you with compliments, to check if he upset you by doing anything wrong and if you need anything. He'll help you get dressed afterwards, regardless if you're able to do it on your own. His main love language is acts of service, let him show you once more how much he cares.

❥︎ 𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑨𝑶

𝑺𝑭𝑾

❥︎ Contrarily to Kenshi, Kung Lao immediately notices how smitten you are with him. It's so obvious, you're always around him, glancing up at him whenever you think he's not looking, torturing the hem of your shirt when you meet his gaze or speak to him. And I'm sorry to tell you that, if Kenshi showed you kindness, you won't find any mercy withing Kung Lao.

❥︎ He's a relentless tease, the playful kind of course but still a tease. He'll pull you into his lap without a warning, bear-hug you from behind when you least expect it, purposefully lean closer to you with the excuse that he can't hear you. All of that just to hear that weak, embarrassed yelp leave your lips, your eyes wide and your cheeks tinted in a rosy hue. It's the greatest gratification he can get from you.

❥︎ He basically corners you and doesn't give up until you finally cave, almost yelling in his face in frustration. You cover your face, feeling your cheeks heat up and your head spin. You think he's going to laugh but he doesn't, and when you look up there's the goofiest grin on his face.

"I knew it." he chuckles, hugging you so tightly he pushes the breath out of your lungs. "But it's so great to hear it from you!"

❥︎ Kung Lao loves PDA, it's a way for him to show you off to others, so expect him to always hold you in some way or the other when out and about. He most commonly has an arm wrapped around your waist, tracing figure eights on your hip. If it makes you uncomfortable he'll tone it down, but he'll never stop doing it completely.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾

❥︎ If he can already be an insufferable tease in public, you can rest assured he's even worse in the bedroom. He makes you ride him purposefully because he knows how embarrassed you become, his hands driving you to bounce on him over and over again as you desperately try to hold in your moans and whines.

"Aaaw, look at you." he coos, the most smug smirk against your neck as he nibbles softly at your neck. "You're so cute... Feels good, huh?"

❥︎ When he sees you getting overwhelmed his attitude shifts immediately. He rolls over, laying you beneath him as he stops moving entirely, wanting to make sure you're actually okay with what you're doing. He plays with your hands, flattening his fingers against yours as he smiles tenderly, whispering soothing words of encouragement. It doesn't matter how terrible he can be, your pleasure and well-being will always come first to him.

❥︎ Aftercare with him can vary, depending on how much stamina he has left and how rough and fast-paced your session was. Most of the time, however, he runs a bath for the both of you to soak in and then cuddles up to you on the bed while eating snacks. He'll constantly be kissing the nape of your neck, nosing you like a pet looking for cuddles, while telling you how much he loves you over and over.

#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk1 kung lao #kung lao #kung lao x reader #mk1 kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi x reader #decadentfantasy #leighwrites

[nickfowlerrr]

🖤 headcanon - pwyc bucky loooves making reader flustered and embarrassed by purposefully doing things he knows gets her going (lifting her up, flexing his muscles, caging her into small spots beneath him) but then acts innocent and asks her what’s wrong while she fidgets and squeezes her thighs, obviously worked up…

STOP RIGHT NOW

you're absolutely, 110% correct lol. i got so giddy reading this, just imagining it.

You're in the small break room of the shop, waiting for Bucky to finish the tune up on your car that he swore it needed.

He said he was almost finished but asked if you could grab him a drink from the fridge. You obliged, thirsty yourself, and went to grab you both something. You greeted Thor as he sat at the table eating his lunch. Hiding your amusement at how tiny the table looked before him. Nat followed you in and sat to join him, but you weren't paying much attention to their conversation as you walked a bit further into the kitchenette area.

You're bent over, grabbing a can of soda from the bottom drawer of the fridge when you sense someone behind you.

Standing, you turn to see who it is and accidentally end up blocking yourself in - the corner of the counter behind you, and the wall of mass that is Bucky before you, leaves you with no space as he looks down at you, taking a step forward and forcing you further into the corner of the counter as you take one back.

Your eyes are fixed on him, your breath stalling in your throat as you watch him encroach upon you even more.

You can get much further from him, your body right up against the counter now, only your head tilting back as his tilts down ever so slightly to you, his hands planted on the counter, his bulking, strong arms on either side of you.

You can smell his cologne mingling with the scent of the motor oil that stains his shirt, his hair mussed and a bit of sweat beading on his forehead as he blocks you from getting space away from him... not that you plan on trying.

His blue eyes are gleaming with mischief as he holds eye contact with you.

Your breathing is a bit more labored as you find yourself waiting for him to pounce... Wanting him to, despite your lack of privacy. But the others' presence isn't something you're really registering - and they aren't paying much attention to what's going on behind them, anyway.

Bucky lifts a hand, slowly, and you close your eyes for a second as you anticipate his touch across your skin.

Then, you hear the cupboard behind you open, and your eyes do the same.

Bucky has a brow raised at you as he grabs a cup, taking the can from your hand in his other before he steps back,

"You alright there, sweetheart?" he asks, faux innocence lacing his voice, but the playfulness you catch in his eyes gives him away completely.

You straighten up and, quietly as you can, clear your throat.

"I'm fine," you answer. Though you can feel your sudden desire clenching in your tummy and slickening between your legs already, damn him. He doesn't need to know that, though.

As if he can't tell already.

You continue, discreetly squeezing your thighs as you move in an attempt to ease the growing ache, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He laughs under his breath, more to himself than, cracking the can open and pouring half into the cup for you as you watch, "You just look... a little flustered," he says, glancing over at you briefly before turning back to you fully.

He grabs the can and takes a drink, his eyes drinking you in in their own right.

"Car's almost done. Give me five minutes," he says as he backs away, heading for the door, "then you can go for a ride," he smirks, his innuendo not lost on you.

You inhale sharply before you swallow hard. You straighten again and press your lips together as you look off to the side, not wanting him to see the effect he so easily has on you.

"Mhm," you hum quietly, turning your back to him and crossing your legs as best you can while standing, fingers playing mindlessly on the counter as you wait for him to leave, missing the crooked grin that spreads across his face as his eyes rake over you one last time before he goes to finish up your car.

#not edited didnt even reread im sorry for mistakes!!! #asks #3k celebration #anon #pwyc!bucky #pwyc series #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader #pwyc headcannons #bucky barnes x reader

[1800jjbarnes]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : Tonight was supposed to be filled with laughter and memories, but two nobodies had to turn the night upside-down.

『Word count』 : 1.69k

Paring: Wolf!Alpha!Bucky x Bunny!Reader

[Warnings] : Harrasment, drunk people, mean girls, slurs, insensitive words, angry boyfriend Bucky. Neck kisses, Bucky being classy yet horny.

✦ The ALPHA AND BUNNY Universe ✦ -> [Click Here]

Masterlist | Navigation

Normally, you wouldn't want to dress up head to toe and 'Dollify' yourself as you say. But when Bucky came into the kitchen at lunch, snaking his hands around your waist while kissing your bond wound. How could you say no to him almost begging for you to come with him to a nightclub so he can celebrate his youngest brother, Peter, finally getting a mate. So here you stand, in front of your tall, body-length mirror, looking at your attire, which doesn't seem nearly as appealing as a nice pair of pj's, or baggy t-shirt and jeans. But you promised, and even though Bucky reassured you over a million times, that if you were really uncomfortable, He would take you home without question.

Your hands drape around your waist, up your chest, fingertips grazing the exposed skin of your neck. The outfit you picked out matched Bucky's. Same emerald green detailing on top of black attire, and don't forget the gold accessories. If someone were to see you two, they would most likely say you look like some royal Slytherin couple straight out of Harry Potter. Your mind wonders again, seeing the necklace Bucky bought you sitting patiently on the counter next to the mirror, just waiting for you to finish off your outfit with it. He worked hard to find something nice that you'd love, and you indeed do love the jewellery piece.

"Do you need help, Doll?" Bucky's deep voice would make anyone jump if heard from behind them. But you, just as still as you were before he entered the room, looked up into the mirror seeing the tall wolf standing strong over you. His rough hands grip your hips as his head dips into your neck, taking in your perfume, your scent. His lips graze your jugular, hot tongue darting out to lick along the outline of your main vein. You tilted your head, closing your eyes. You took a moment to ravish in his affection, your hand coming up to his head, raking your fingers through his soft hair. You hummed as his body stands flushed against yours, his wandering hand retching for your necklace that is tangled in your fingers. Slipping it out of your grasp, he replaces his lips with the cold chain, making you shiver.

"We're going to be late, baby." His low gravelled voice whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your lobe. You smile at him as you make eye contact with him through the mirror. "You look so perfect." He spoke up, making you blush. He always complimented you whenever he could. He knew you were insecure with your body image, so he took it upon himself to help you see yourself as he sees you. Perfect in every way.

—

The club roared, music making it hard to hear yourself think, let alone hear the person next to you. The dance floor was packed with drunken humans, making you feel uneasy. You haven't been around humans in years. You tend to avoid them because every time you do come in contact, most of them comment on you being a hybrid. It's not that hybrids weren't common, but your kind lived away from where humans gather, and so do the wolves. Living among one another wasn't something to be done often. But as the new age grew, more and more creatures mingled with one another, including humans. But that doesn't mean you didn't want to hide your fluffy ears, keeping them flopped against your hair and your tail tucked away even though it was uncomfortable.

You had already thrown the congratulations around, and now drinks were being shared everywhere. Your drink was finished faster than you'd like to admit it, feeling like if you have some liquid luck in your system, you would feel better, but let's face it, nothing was working. Buxk6 moved away from you for only a moment, laughing and cheering with his brothers. You didn't want to interrupt. They seemed so happy, and you wouldn't want to ruin their fun with your little insecure thoughts. You shook your head, letting out a sigh, before turning towards the bar. 'Another drink won't hurt', you thought, taking a seat on one of the stalls on the dark black marbled bar.

"What will it be, Toots?" The tall deep-voiced bartender turned to you with a smile, he was cleaning a cup with a dish towel that seemed far too dirty to be able to clean the dish, but guessing people were too drunk to know nor care.

"Just a Malibu n' Coke, please." You smile back at him as he goes off to prepare your drink. But while you wait, you notice out the corner of your eye two girls watching you, giggling and whispering to one another. They were clearly talking about you, but you tried to pay them no mind. That was until they suddenly started to walk over to where you sat. 'Great,' you thought, taking a big swig of your drink as you try your best to avoid eye contact.

"Well, lookie what we have here." The dark-haired—brunette—with a tight-fitting blue dress leans on the bar. Her breast almost falling out the top of the piece of fabric she calls clothing. The other woman, a deep rich red-haired, snickered along the words of her friend. She is clearly dressing to impress her "friend." Just about basic copycat.

"You should introduce us to those handsome-looking men you've been hanging out with. Especially the one in the green tie." Her word made your throat growl. You may not be a wolf, but you can certainly act like one. Your eyes travelled over to the table where the boys were seated. Bucky had his hand wrapped around Steve's neck, laughing as hard as he could possibly do. He didn't even notice where you went nor that you have two strangers annoying you.

"They are all unavailable, sorry." You bit back at her, taking another sip of your drink.

"unavailable, now don't go telling me green tie is your boyfriend?" She laughed, covering her mouth to hide her most likely horridly annoying grin. You were waiting for it. For one of them to mention something about you, but maybe they are bad at insults, so maybe in hopes. This whole situation will die quicker than it started.

"I'm sorry, but l-look at you." Her friend added. "You're one of those half-breeds."

There is it. The word you thought you'd be able to get away from for one night. Half-breed. A saying for hybrids and wolves, and any other creature for that matter that wasn't fully human. You felt anger? Or was it just plain tiredness? Tired of being shamed. Tired of being cast as different. Chugging the rest of your drink, you turned fully to the redhead, tilting your head while looking at her up and down.

"Says the one that looks like a whore straight out of a trashy strip club" The brunette tried her hardest not to laugh but a chuckle caught your attention. "I wouldn't be laughing if I was you, she's dressed to match you remember." now both girls were shocked and filled with anger.

"Disgusting half-breed. Just go over there to those humans. Unlike you. And tell them to come to us instead. They are probably just keeping you around cause they want to tick you off their bucket list."

Okay, that one stung a little.

You lost your words. You were torn between crying and punching both of them. Or simply laughing. They really thought Bucky and his pack brothers were human? One glance, and you could tell there is something more to them than just being basic humans. So you laughed. Laughed at them, shaking your head with a grin plastered on your face.

"What's so funny? Hey, rabbit! I'm talking to you."All she wanted was attention and someone to pick on. What she didn't expect was you to be laughing. Why were you laughing? She grabbed her drink and chucked it all over you, making you stop laughing. But as she threw the liquid, her fingers let go of the glass, making the cup fall and shatter on the floor. Shards bounced out, cutting your exposed legs, drawing very small amounts of blood, not enough that it hurt but enough to notice the smell.

And the smell retched Bucky's nose almost immediately. He ran over, quicker than intended, his wolf taking over ever so slightly at the thought of you being injured. He was to you in seconds. His hands coming to your hips, and his eyes wander your figure, trying to find the blood. He took in the fact you were wet, the smell of cheap alcohol and the glass. Shattered on the floor. His eyes glanced to the girl that dropped it while she was brushing herself on with a smile.

"If I knew dropping a stupid glass would get Mr green tie to come over, I would have done it ages ag—." Her words freeze when she finally makes eye contact with Bucky. His eye glowed gold, mixing with his blue ones. Her heart sped up, and not in the good way.

"Y-You're a w-w—Pissed off." He finished her sentence for her, snapping with a growl. He backed up quickly, heading towards the exit with her copycat close behind. Bucky was about to follow them so he could give them a piece of his mind, but you grip his dress shirt tightly, bringing his attention back to you.

"Can we go home...Please." Your words were small. You were drained from the interaction. And no matter how funny it was to mess with the two girls, their cheap words still gutted you like a rusted knife, and all you wanted was to go home and snuggled with Bucky on the couch. His arms caged you to his chest, holding you tight. He kissed your forehead, apologizing for the shitty night as he walked you to the car.

Maybe you should have stayed home.

#marvel #1-800-jjbarnes #jjbarnes #bucky #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #alpha bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barns angst #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns smut #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns x you #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #james buchanan barnes x reader #james buchanan bucky barnes

[kittyyeo]

ONE KISS, ONE BITE [kang yeosang]

banner by cafekitsune MINORS and AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

[vampire!yeosang x f. reader || fantasy au || suggestive || MDNI]

tags: fantasy au, reader studies/teaches herbology, yeosang is like…. an overly romantic and kinda masochist (nothing explicit) vampire, switch yeosang [heavily leaning into sub here], he whines a lot please someone make him stop (or don't), little makeout session, yeosang refers to the reader with names like "darling", "my love" and similar expressions

A storm was welcoming you on your way home that day: heavy raindrops were jumping around, covering the entirety of the small village and getting swept away violently by the river. The wind was blowing, making the trees move abruptly and covering the sky with big, dark clouds.

You were struggling to walk– after spending the whole day in the library with your Herbology students, you felt quite tired. Teaching about the various characteristics of the plants and flowers surrounding your town had always been your passion, but that day you felt quite drained and you needed to go back home as soon as possible.

The village was empty — everyone was taking shelter in their tiny, fragile homes. You were trying to protect your books from getting drenched in the rain, when you had finally arrived home. The wind was fighting against you, making you struggle to open the door, when you finally got welcomed by the familiar scent of the herbs and spices decorating your living room.

The clicking sound of your boots quietly filled the silence as you took a few steps on the solid wooden floor, when you suddenly heard some movements right next to the fireplace. 

Click… click… 

You took a deep breath, your gloved hands holding tight onto each other as you shifted your whole attention to the little spot of your house where you'd keep the logs and spice firestarters for your fireplace. Tension kept rising, step after step, when you suddenly felt a pair of hands delicately resting on your shoulders. 

Before you could gasp or make any noise, the unknown figure made you turn around and gently hushed you with one finger, his ruby eyes shining in the darkness of the room. 

Of course he was there… 

You sighed heavily and loudly as tension left every fiber of your body, before you shook off his hands from you and moved back to the table in the middle of the room, where you finally left your jacket and gloves. 

-Aren't you happy to see me during such a lovely day, darling? - his voice reached your ears in a gentle murmur, even if you weren't facing him you knew he was smiling through his words and you couldn't help but imagine how his pretty, cold lips were curved in that grin of his, barely showing his pointy fangs. 

You shook your head, your figure swiftly moving in the barely lit room as you threw a few logs in the fireplace, ready to light up the space and get a bit warmer. 

-Why would I be happy to have uninvited guests? - you scoffed as you looked around looking for your herbs and spices you usually used to start the fire, confused on why you couldn't find them since you had always left them in the same spot. 

-Here, you're looking for these? - he giggles, his cold hands gently leaving the dried herbs in your hands, your fingers imperceptibly trembling at the light touch of his cold skin with yours, much warmer. 

-I was trying to light it up before you’d arrive but I couldn't get to it. I'm glad you're here though, my love. - he whined dramatically as you ignored his antics and finally, after blinking a few times at the sudden fire creating in front of you, your eyes started adapting and make out the various pieces of furniture adorning the big room. 

And his figure. 

He was standing right in front of you, his body covered in a white shirt with long, puffy sleeves and a pair of high-waisted black trousers. His cold hands were adorned in various rings that sparkled at the contact with the light of the fire. His dark, wavy hair enhanced his face and lightly covered his pointy ears, decorated with a pair of dangling earrings. 

As you absorbed his image in your mind, the heels of his boots clicked on the wooden floor as he took a few steps closer to you, his arms now around your neck as his ruby eyes met with yours, looking at you with a half-lidded gaze. 

-Darling, can I stay the night? 

-Why are you asking when you know you will stay no matter what I say? 

-Mh… touché! - he giggles, his soft, pale lips dangerously close to yours. His fingers gently started caressing your hair, twirling some locks from time to time. 

-Yeosang. - your voice reached his ears in a serious tone. He opened his eyes wide and looked at you, cutely nodding as he had his whole focus on you and you only. 

-Why are you here? 

-Because I love you, obviously!~

-That's not what I meant. Why didn't you stay in the woods? You know when the weather is this bad nobody goes out. 

-But the hunters don't really care about the weather anymore.

You sighed and looked at him in silence, your hand gently resting on his cheek while the other reached his waist. He nuzzled his face against the palm of your hand, resting his soft cheek on it.

After a few seconds of complete silence, he spoke once again. 

-...Can I stay? I don’t think my leg has healed properly, yet.- he whispered, his lips curved in a light pout as he was trying to convince you. Though there was no need to, as not only you would have gotten persuaded easily, but he would have stayed in your house no matter your answer. 

-You broke in anyway…- he shifted his hands, now holding your shoulders excitedly anticipating your answer - and your leg hasn’t healed properly…- you muttered, slightly embarrassed, and looked down on the floor. 

On such gloomy rainy days, some company wouldn’t have hurt, right? 

Yeosang clapped, excited, and left a quick peck on your cheek before taking a few steps back to pirouette and then slowly sat on the table, gently parting his legs and letting his back rest against the wall. He gently brushed two fingers along his thigh, inviting you.

Your eyes couldn’t let go of his figure, and your legs lightly followed his invitation, your arms quickly resting on his hips as he welcomed your body to stand between his legs. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his bottom lip was held in a soft bite as he brought his finger to gently caress your chin, to let your lips meet with his in a silent, slow kiss. He laced his arms around your shoulders as he let your tongue gently press against his, your lip was now gently bitten, now gently licked: your hand left his hip just to properly pull him even closer to yourself, a sudden moan escaping his wet lips the moment your core brushed against his clothed length.

-D…Darling…- a string of moans left his lips as you started to trace kisses and bites across his jaw and neck. His hands were fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt when you noticed them and stopped him, letting your fingers swiftly remove all the buttons and letting the soft, white fabric rest on the floor right next to your foot. 

You brought back your attention to the vampire, his chest was moving up and down as he took deep breaths. 

-Your skin… so soft as always...- you mumbled, his breath suddenly leaving his trembling mouth as you let your finger brush against his nipple a few times - so sweet.- you added as you moved your lips to softly bite his earlobe, your hands gently tracing his figure with a delicate touch. 

-Please, more…- he pleaded, his voice leaving his mouth in a trembling tone, broken from time to time by soft moans. His mouth was desperately waiting for yours, and when you finally decided to kiss him again, you could feel how his lips were painted in a shy, gentle smile: a soft peck, his teeth gently biting on your bottom lip, your lips delicately adorning his tongue as you started sucking it. You wouldn’t let go, and Yeosang’s moans were getting louder and louder. You suddenly pinched his nipple, making him whine and moan in your kiss, as he was desperately looking for more friction. Your other hand swiftly moved between his legs, feeling how hard he had gotten: your fingers gently brushed along his length, making him aimlessly buck up his hips, desperate.

You suddenly broke your messy, wet kiss and looked at him, the silence of the room only filled by the two of you panting.

-Yeosang, your leg hasn’t healed yet. You said so yourself, didn’t you? - he moaned, noticing the smirk that painted your lips as you left one last kiss on his pale shoulder before getting back his  white shirt from the ground.

-Are you leaving me like this, love? - he whimpered, closing his eyes shut and involuntarily bucking up his hips as you palmed him once again, massaging thoroughly his hard length. 

-Don’t you dare, Yeosang.- you warned him one last time, before gently tucking a lock of his soft, wavy hair behind his ear. You let your thumb brush against his lip, cleaning the little drops of sweat and drool that majestically painted his face, when you finally found enough strength to let go and move to another room to quickly wash up. 

- My moon and stars, oh how I love it when you treat me like this. - he whined loudly, hoping that his voice would have reached you in the other room, his fingers brushing his dark, damp hair as he bit his bottom lip and rested with his back against the wooden surface of the table, shyly hiding his chest with his shirt. - oh, how I love you. - he repeated quietly, his breath toning down as he let his hands gently tap and trace over every single spot where you had left a kiss or a bite.

#ateez x reader #ateez hard hours #yeosang smut #kang yeosang #ateez imagine #ateez smut #yeosang #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #ateez hard thoughts #yeosang x reader #ateez scenarios #vampire!yeosang

[drefear]

The Lonely (Christina Perri)

Miguel X Reader

TW: drinking: getting drunk, implied smut, a lot of angst and sad feels

A/N: Y'all. the sad/angsty feels are wild rn. This can be read as a part two to Distance, or alone.

“2 a.m., where do I begin?

Crying off my face again”

The small pat of your bare footsteps against the hardwood floor of your apartment was barely audible as you snuck out of your own bedroom to your kitchen. Just a glass of water, that’s all you wanted, you told yourself. 

Really, you needed a second to clear your head, to not have Miguel’s arm draped over your body and suffocating your mind. You’d been going crazy recently, and you could barely function without thinking about him constantly. 

His beautiful presence was everywhere in your life. His scent was soaked into your sheets, his dominating personality was all anyone even spoke about in the Society, and when he wasn’t being spoken about or sleeping in your bed, he was buried deep within you and kissing the column of your throat. 

As you sipped the cool liquid, your eyes closed and you felt yourself get completely overwhelmed. You were drowning in your love for Miguel O’Hara. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto his shirt that you had claimed as pajamas for the night. Resting the cup down on the countertop, you tried to catch your breath in between quiet sobs, completely unaware of Miguel listening and feeling his heart break from the other room. 

"The silent sound of loneliness

Wants to follow me to bed"

You slipped back under the covers and cuddled into him closer, but instead of holding you tight and refusing to let go like he normally did, he turned onto his other side and gave you his broad back. You didn’t think much of it, assuming he was still sound asleep, and tucked yourself into a comfortable position. 

"I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well"

Miguel watched you become a stranger, pushing you away after that night. He distanced himself to avoid breaking your heart even more than he already had, not wanting to be the reason you cried anymore. 

His chest felt like it would concave into itself if he spent one more day avoiding eye contact with you, one more day without holding those perfect hips and kissing those rosy cheeks. He felt like without you, he was dying, but he’d rather die than hurt you. 

"Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?"

You were lost. Had you done something wrong? You almost always ended up having him follow you home and sleep over that night, sharing passion and fire with one another after a lost, frustrating day of saving the multiverse. 

But recently, he’d completely ignored you. He’d barely grunt a hello at work, then not even answering your texts and finally giving you back the spare key you had given him when you started this unspoken arrangement. You found it in your locker during some basically training and working out, feeling as if you’d actually gotten sucker punched in the stomach at the very sight. 

What had you done? 

"I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again"

Days became weeks, and you began spiraling into curiosity. You’d asked Lyla what was going on with Miguel, and she always answered with a shrug. 

But now she’d said something that made your skin crawl. 

He was seeing someone. 

And that’s how you ended up wondering your own apartment in sweat pants and a too-big band shirt. Hair a mess, mascara streaks down your face, you laid back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, feeling a numbness take presidency over your heart. The world felt cold to you, almost bitter as a tingle ran through your muscles. It was like you weren’t in your body anymore as you put pieces together. 

You two weren’t together, he didn’t owe you anything and vice versa, but it would have been nice to hear it from him instead of his AI assistant. 

"Too afraid to go inside

For the pain of one more loveless night"

This made you finally stop reporting to the Society, giving your watch to Ben and staying home. You abandoned your duties as Spider-woman, deciding to leave everything that reminded you of Miguel behind. There were plenty of other super heroes, they could handle it. You just wanted to float in space, not having to feel the emotions you have been stranded with. 

"But the loneliness will stay with me

And hold me 'til I fall asleep"

More time passed as you refused to leave your apartment, hugging your knees as you shook from your sobs. You were heartbroken, your bedsheets still smelling like his cologne and musk. You couldn’t eat or sleep, you could barely shower, everything felt wrong. 

"I'm the ghost of a girl that I want to be most

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well"

One night, after doing your constant crying like you’d been doing for a few weeks now, you saw yourself in the mirror and actually jumped a little. You didn’t recognize yourself, dark bags under your red, glassy eyes, face completely chapped and flustered from crying so much, lips bitten and a little bloody from trying to stifle the painful whimpers. 

You were a stranger to yourself now. 

"Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?"

You began to start playing music as you cried, trying not to drown in your sorrows. One night, you’d decided to go out and try to be in the world again. At a bar, the jukebox played love songs over and over, prompting you to throw back many shots as you wanted to cloud the music from your ears. It was a terrible idea, you knew, but you couldn’t help it after how much you’d missed him. 

This drunk state caused you to end up dancing alone at closing and being gently escorted out of the bar, then walking home. Entering your quaint little apartment was the saddest feeling you’d felt in a long time. 

You’d been so heartbroken that you went out and got drunk by yourself. What had gotten into you? But the truth was, you didn’t completely mind because the alcohol made you at least think less.

"I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again"

Music flowed throughout your place as you found more comfort in a bottle of red wine. Spinning, you mumbled the words and took a large swig of the contents. A knock on your door made you wobble to answer it and swinging it open, you were greeted with a confused but familiar face. 

The pregnant spider woman stood opposite from you. As you tilted your head and asked about her coming here, she just scanned you and understood your drunken state a bit more. 

"Broken pieces of a barely breathing story"

Jess sat you down and tried taking the bottle from your grasp, but you were fast and chugged the rest of its liquid. Laying back on your couch, you stared at that same ceiling you’d gazed at after finding out the painful truth from Lula, your eyes filling once more and bursting out frantically. Jess’s hand rubbed your back as you babbled about your feelings, barely coherent as you drunkenly cried to her. The next morning was almost as painful as the previous night, as you tossed up the contents of your evening into your toilet while Jess held your hair. She clarified that everyone was worried about you, and that your presence was missed at the Society. You shook your head, saying you were no longer who you once were. 

She left soon after, leaving behind a certain gizmo and asking you to rethink it. 

"Where there once was love

Now there's only me and the lonely"

You played out in your bed, still breathing in the lingering smell of Miguel on your pillow, and crying once more. This time, though, you screamed out loudly and let yourself wail without holding anything back or numbing the pain. You clutched that pillow to your chest as you soaked it, black makeup rubbing into the material as you shoved your face into the cushion. 

"Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again"

The lonesome nights were never the same, until a familiar tap at your window made you jerk up. You shifted, finally thinking you might have lost your mind and we’re hallucinating until you saw a shadow at your fire escape. Opening it up, you saw the hulking figure of the man you’d let in so many times before. 

Your eyes scanned him over, and his did the same. You looked so tired, so drained, and he hated the sight of you this way. He climbed through your window and into your apartment, towering over you and watching you carefully, unsure of how you’ll react. 

You let out a breathy whimper and he couldn’t control himself anymore, his arms reaching out and pulling you to him, practically crushing you into his chest as you let out the pain and cried without hesitation. Hearing your upset that he had caused by pushing you away, lying to Lyla and making you want to leave, he fell to his knees and buried his face into the soft plush of your tummy, your arms wrapping around his head and pulling him into you. He gripped your biceps and spoke with a shaky voice. 

“I’m so sorry…”

@liz96893

#miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #angst #miguel o'hara angst #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fluff #spiderman 2099

[prettybrownelf]

Holy shit, I just discovered your blog and I love your Bucky fics. If you're not overwhelmed with requests I was wondering if you could do some temperature play (ya know, cause metal arm) with Bucky and a Male or FtM Reader, whichever you want. That fic you just wrote, that little arm scene... Daym.

a/n-temperature play with Bucky fuels my soul, thank you for your request!

A Cold Touch

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Summary- Bucky cant get you off his mind after a night you two share, its only obvious he would want to do it again

Word Count- 1070

Content Warnings- Temperature Play, Slight Praise, Slight Overstimulation, Biting, Slight Established Relationship, Rough Sex

Bucky could feel your eyes burning into him. The feeling of our gaze made him tenser than he wanted as he blocked another hit from Sam.

The training yard has become Bucky's own personal hell.

He could barely keep his eyes off you at first. The way your muscles strained against your shirt made him insane. Then he caught you in the showers. He couldn't stop thinking of having you under him that night, and now, you're back to consuming him. Showing up at your apartment wasn't something he expected to do. It was completely out of character for him to be wanting someone so badly. But every time he closed his eyes the image of you moaning under him commanded every part of him.

Bucky taps his foot as he waits for you to open the door, begging it wasn't too late, praying you heard his knock. Lucky for him, you did.

The doorknob on the other side of the wood moving made him jump, straightening himself as if he needed to impress you. You look fucking ethereal.

The fluffy sweater and tiny shorts you're wearing immediately implant into Bucky's mind as you look up at him.

“Hey, Buck!” Your voice is as soothing as ever. “What’re you doing here?”

Bucky takes a deep breath before he talks, hoping his voice doesn't crack. “I need you.” That's not what he wanted to say, he wanted to be more elegant than that, that's what you deserve. The chuckle that comes from you embarrassed him even more as you opened the door more for him. “I would be happy to oblige.”

Bucky doesn't know what to say he walks in, following you to what he assumed was your room. Seeing the place you live in was strangely surreal, it was all so, you.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” You ask, slowly sliding your sweater over your head, as if you were purposely trying to make him crazy. Everything stops for Bucky as his hands find your nacked waist, immediately trapping you in a kiss. He hears you hiss at the contact of his metal arm as you smile. “Someone eager.” You whisper, dragging him down onto your bed.

The mattress sinks under the two of you as Bucky slowly drags his metal fingers up your side. A smirk grows on his face as he feels you arch at the cold touch. “Do you like that? The feeling of my arm?” The way you desperately nod your head makes Bucky's head spin. You looked so good under him. Submissive and begging for him to do anything to you.

Bucky slowly moves his left arm down as he leaves small kisses on your neck, taking in your scent. The cold jolt that runs through you as Bucky starts rubbing his finger over your half-hard cock makes you moan, bucking your hips into his touch. “Bucky.” The way his name drips out of your mouth is like honey as he grazes his metal fingers over your tip. Bucky lets out a deep chuckle as you flinch, wrapping your hand around his cold wrist. “Relax baby, this is what you wanted, right?” You nod, but don't move your hands, allowing Bucky to tease you, throwing your head back onto the pillow, unable to keep your voice down.

“Fuck, it hurts.” Bucky slows his pace down a bit as he stares into your eyes. “Do you need me to stop?” You shake your head before he even finishes his sentence, desperately bucking into his hand again. The sharp coldness that stings your skin is close to throwing you over the edge as you moan Bucky's name, following the rhythm of his hand. Your mind has gone completely blank, only being able to think of please as the knot in your stomach finally snaps.

Bucky completely stops his movements as you cum, clearly enjoying the sight of you twitching against the bed. The sound of him undoing his belt makes you jump a bit as you reach over to your bedside table. Bucky cocks an eyebrow at you as you hand him a tiny bottle of lube. “I couldn't sit down for almost a week after last time.” Bucky chuckles, but obliges, shoving off his pants and boxers as he slides the cold liquid on his cock. His eyes gaze over you as he watches you take off your clothes, patiently waiting for him to continue. Bucky wasted no time throwing his shirt off and lifting your leg over his shoulder.

“I've been dying to do this again.” He murmurs, lining himself up with you. “So why are you wasting time?” Bucky rolls his eyes at you as his cold arm wraps around your back, feeling you jump as you try to get comfortable against his cold touch. “Fine, I'll make it quick.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Bucky slams into you, immediately continuing his thrusts, refusing to let you have time to adjust to him as he continuously bucks into you, groaning your name.

Bucky's cold arm grips onto you bruisingly as he sloppily chases his orgasm. He can feel your legs shaking under him as he begins nipping at your neck, leaving a large bite mark on your shoulder. You whine loudly as you he licks the small bit of blood coming from the bite. Moving his fingers the best he can along your side as you hold him leads you over the edge again. You scream his name as you cum, going completely limp against him. The coldness of his arm does nothing to stop your arousal as Bucky whispers in your ear, clearly getting close to finishing. “You're such a good boy for me.” You're not sure if he's even talking to you or just talking to himself, but you could care less.

You finally feel him get shaky as he cums, not stopping his thrusts. The feeling of him continuously going as he fills you makes your head spin.

Once he's finally done, your breathing can return to you. Bucky lazily flops next to you on the bed. He chuckles as he watches you twitch, slowly coming down from your high. You whine in playful annoyance as Bucky runs a metal finger up your leg. “You're such an asshole.” You laugh. Bucky chuckled as he removed his hand taking deep breaths. “You know you love me.”

#bucky male reader #bucky x male reader #marvel x male reader #male reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #bottom reader

[pankowperfection]

CNC with JJ pleaseeeeeee 🥵❤️ congrats love!

Warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), CNC

"Thanks for the ride home J, can't believe my car is broken down AGAIN." You miss the way he smirks to himself, having come by your work earlier to disconnect the starter so he could rescue you. You climb off his dirt bike, handing him the spare helmet before turning to face him. "Any time y/n. That's what friends are for."

You smile, wondering how you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life. "You want to come inside? I'll repay you with beer and a sandwich." His cock stirs to life in his pants, his well thought out plan going perfectly so far. "Sure sweetheart, lead the way." His eyes are glued to your long, tan legs showcased by your jean shorts as you walk up the stairs.

He's standing so close as you open the door that you can smell the slight scent of weed and salty air on his skin, a shiver breaking out over your body at the heat radiating off of him. After fumbling with the key you finally get the door open, JJ following closely behind as you make your way to the kitchen, mind swirling with all the things you can do for him.

"What kind of sandwich do you want?" you ask as you stretch on your toes to grab the bread from the cabinet. Before you can turn around you're roughly pressed against the counter, gasp escaping from your lips at the contact. His hot breath tickles your ear, goosebumps rising on your skin in fear mixed with arousal.

"I think there's something else I'd rather eat instead," he whispers, calloused fingers trailing up the back of your thighs. His dominant hand slips beneath your shorts and panties, intimately cupping your sex as you bite back a cry. "J no, we can't." Two fingers sink into your soaking pussy, his thumb finding your clit and making your legs threaten to give out.

"Come on sweetheart, don't be ridiculous. You're soaking for me." He drops to his knees, bending you over the counter as his shoulders force your legs apart. He yanks your shorts and panties down to your ankles in one swift motion, essentially locking you in place as he brushes his nose over your folds. When his tongue makes a slow path from your entrance to your clit you can't help but whimper, knuckles turning white at your grip on the counter.

"So sweet," he murmurs then gets to work, devouring you like its the last meal he'll ever have. He's everywhere, tongue alternating between fucking in and out of your entrance to lapping at your clit. One hand lands on your breast, pulling your shirt down so he can toy with your nipple. The other slides lazily up your thigh, leaving fire in its path before he buries two fingers into your heat once again.

"Fuck J, please." Your desperate pleas only spur him on, curling his fingers just right as he thrusts in and out of you. His tongue flicks gently over your clit, slowly driving you closer to the edge. More wetness seeps from you and he moans, eagerly lapping up every last drop. Just when you think you can't take any more he nibbles lightly over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your body jerking as you cum with a scream.

He works you through it, slowing his fingers until they are just resting inside of you while you continue to squeeze him with the aftershocks. He stands quickly, turning you to face him before crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. His erection presses against your stomach, huge length throbbing with his need. "How about you show me your gratitude by letting me fuck you?"

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @paradisehamilton @ailee-celeste @pankhoeforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @drewbooooo @maybankslover @maybanks-luver @blueicequeen19 @toystory2wasjustokay @onmykneesforrafe @penny4yourthoughts @maddie-routledge

#1k celebration #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #obx fanfiction #obx smut

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 25 | Aphrodisiac - Dottore

Kinktober Masterlist

AFAB reader

18+, implied yandere Dottore, dubcon/noncon, non-consensual drugging, fingering, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms.

You go about your daily schedule, walking where you did everyday. A strange sweet scent caught in your nose. You ignore it, at first. But soon your knees go weak. Your body feels hot. Wind brushing against your skin makes you flinch.

The streets are strangely quiet. You look around and find no one to help you. It becomes even harder to move. There's an intense throbbing between your legs. One that you try not to think about.

When the smell clears away, the symptoms don't leave. The amount of effort it took for one step. You weren't even sure what to do. What was happening?

In your blurred and nearly spinning vision, you see someone walking towards you. You almost assume it's a hallucination from how out of place it felt.

Subconsciously, you reached out to him. Another pang of need goes through you and you hesitate. However he's already making contact with your skin. He grasped your chin between two fingers and watched you. There was a visor. Over his eyes. There was a smirk. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He picked you up. You open your mouth to say something, but you forget what and only a whimper comes out. He shushes you. He might've said something, but you didn't hear.

Where was he taking you? Why was being pressed up against him feel so nice? Why did you want more?

Your hands subconsciously feel all over him. Every touch sending a shock through you and your nether region throbs painfully yet again.

Unable to restrain yourself, you reach up and kiss him. He paused, but recovered and kissed you back. Devouring you with the same greed you felt. Why did it feel so right?

You were dripping. In need. You weren't sure how you got there, but your back hit a soft surface. A bed. He crawled on top of you. Unable to stop yourself, you try for another kiss and run your hands along him, trying to find the hem to pull it off.

He pulls away from you with a chuckle. His knee pressed firmly against your sex. A sound erupted from your throat.

The air is suddenly colder. The itchy fabric is gone from your body and on the floor. Pressure on your clit. The pad of his thumb presses into it.

You squirm and moan. Another hand on your thigh presses you down. Your nerves were on fire. A tightness already coils in you and snaps. You shake under his hold, your mouth hanging open.

His slips a finger in. You flinch. You grasp at the sheets. You could hear the slick sound of him exploring you, relieving you, and working you up.

Your brain so clouded you couldn’t think of anything else. You look at him. There was a reason you did, but you lost the thought already. Did you know him? It didn’t matter.

His licks a trail up your weeping pussy. Your head tilts back and a loud noise falls from your lips. His lips curl into a grin.

He crawls on top of you. It took a moment to realize he took his pants off. Or at least enough for the tip to press against your entrance. You gasp and impatiently buck your hips. But he still held you down.

He tsked and whispered in your ear. You shivered from his breath caressing you. The reaction so intense his almost didn't make their way into your brain. But you barely managed to grasp the meaning. "Look at you, all wet and needing me."

He pushes in. Slowly. Nearly painfully. Loud noises tumble out of your mouth. He presses a hand over to muffle it. The way he stretchs out your walls and you greedily suck him in. Clench around him. Grab onto the loose fabric of his shirt. You felt like you were overloading on pleasure.

And surely enough, it snaps yet again and you ride out the waves of your climax. He doesn't stop. Your juices only make it easier for him to slip in and out. It's so loud.

You lunge up to kiss him again. Your lips and teeth messily mash into his. It felt like you would melt together and become inseparable. Your hand knocks away his visor. Because it was in the way or because you wanted to see his face, you didn't know.

When you finally break apart, your breath is stolen by the scarlet eyes staring down at you. Another jolt of pleasure goes through your body. He sheaths himself in your fully. Your grip on him tightens.

You feel so full.

He continues to ruthlessly pounded into you, abusing your overly sensitive nerves. And you come over and over again. He uses you as long as he wants and you’re too braindead to tell for how long or do anything except enjoy it. Because even when it feels too much and you beg him to stop, your words almost indecipherable, he never listens.

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #dottore x reader #tw:dubcon #smut #genshin smut #yandere

[bubacorn]

i am going to sleep soon, i promise, but have some sleep-deprived headcanons in the meantime

despite being able to write beautiful and heartfelt lyrics, in the beginning, Vessel couldn't say kind things. he wanted to, he really did, he wanted something nice to go with a gesture or a plate of pancakes he placed in front of II, but he didn't know how. gentle words didn't come naturally. he didn't hear them, so he didn't learn them. he wrote notes instead and drew small, silly pictures and wrote a few words so II would know he cared. II did, anyways, but he saved Vessel's notes and made an album out of them

Vessel adores II's soft voice and sometimes he needs to be held and spoken to in that gentle tone. he needs reassurance and it helps him cry. once he cried for a few hours in II's arms, focusing on that soothing voice telling him that he is safe and loved and in the present with someone who cares about him. he used to feel silly about clinging to II like a koala, but the other doesn't mind and II makes him feel safe, so he snuggles as close as he can

the first time he realized he associated the scent of II with home, he soaked the other's pillow while II was still sleeping on the other side of the bed. Vessel turned away to hide his tears and cried in silence. II woke up with a smile and stretched, but quickly noticed Vessel's irregular breaths and barely audible sniffles. Vessel immediately apologized for crying, for getting II's pillow full of tears and hated how he felt so silly. but then II pulled Vessel against him, and after fiddling with the other's shirt for a while, Vessel could admit why he got so emotional. it was mumbled into the material of II's sleep shirt, but II caught it and he tilted Vessel's head up, then pulled him towards him so their faces were level and he titled their foreheads together. if it was possible, Vessel started crying even more when he saw that II's eyes were a little glassy as well

Vessel often curls up into a little ball when he wants to hide. it's difficult for II to hold him and Vessel can't always handle touch, so II either rubs his back or settles in front of him, and they lie together. Vessel likes to be almost entirely covered by a blanket sometimes, and when he wants a bit of contact, he sticks out a hand and extends a finger between them, and II holds it

Vessel doesn't show pain. not the smallest scrapes, not even the time he burned multiple fingers. but then one time II cuts his finger, barely breaching skin and he pouts a little at the scratch and goes up to Vessel, demanding he kiss it better. he does, and II is convinced that it's gonna heal faster that way. Vessel, admittedly, isn't a doctor, so he doesn't voice his doubt, instead, the next time he gets injured, he shyly goes to II so he can get his scrapes kissed better. when he has a headache, he climbs into II's lap and gets kisses on his forehead and gentle fingers in his hair. he melts at the way II smooths plaster over his cuts and presses kisses on them. Vessel is clumsy, but he finds that he doesn't mind as long as there is someone who takes care of him and kisses it better

#sleep token headcanons #buba writes #*slaps roof of Vessel* this bad boy can fit so much trauma in it #am i emotional about masked men again? mayhaps #it's sleepy time now. goodnight 💜

[tachimichishrine]

First of all I must say that... THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE VALUABLE CONTENT OF TACHIHARA, I NEED MORE OF THIS BEAUTY, I LOVE EACH OF YOUR WRITINGS AND... It's still going around in my head how the virgin Tachihara would react receiving his first oral, I need to see this guy cry 👏.

<oh my godddd yall need to stop making me meltdown with these compliments so i can elaborate on virgin tachi getting his brains fucked out so good he forgets his own name>

"first time"

⫭◦⨝◦⫬

virgin!tachihara michizou x fem! reader

▸◃▵pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3▵▹◂

warnings: nsfw ; drug + alcohol use implied ; slight voyeurism/ public sex ; degradation ; masturbation (m) ; oral (giving) ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; pt 2 of ruining pre-hunting dogs tachi im making this a goddamn series and it's gonna have more episodes than one piece

the engine purred quietly when your grip on the wheel was loose and your toes dipped on the pedal. your windows were rolled down and the breeze was blowing through his ebony hair.

the scent of the damp night horizon mixed in quite nicely with the sensation of your fingers dancing up and down tachihara's leg. you were leaning back in the seat, a gentle laughter as you snuck glances at his expression.

"the night's still young," you murmured teasingly, thumb rubbing up on his inner thigh. "you sure you don't-"

"shut up." his voice was shaking a lot more than he cared to let on, the quiet sigh almost lost in the wind.

it was too easy. you could see the silhouette of the bulge in his pants from after you'd pulled him into an empty car and ruined him, and his face was doing a terrible job at concealing it. your eyes were trained on the street but every sense was honed in on his subtle squirming and the hitching of his breath.

"woah, someone's uptight. need some help letting loose?"

not a chance was given because your fingertips were getting way too close and he couldn't back his hips into the seat to shy away from your touch anymore. you swerved on the empty roads, running lights and accelerating brashly, partly because you wanted to instill in him the high pressure, blood-pumping adrenaline that your hazy mind was experiencing.

he let out a muffled whimper once you pushed down with the palm of your hand and rubbed along the length. you were high on the aftertaste of the blunt you'd been smoking and drunk on the control of having him come apart so easily when you increased the pressure and stole a husky groan from his chest. he was practically twitching in your grasp when you curled around him and handled him just a little harder.

"want me to pull over and take care of ya?" you asked, the words kind and considerate but the way you were almost jerking him off like you wanted him to break were anything but.

his ego wouldn't let him. "nah, I-I'm... mnnn I'm good."

you shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile. "if you say so."

the ride back was worse than he could've ever imagined. he figured you'd act like last time, when you wasted no time in sliding under layers of clothing and got straight to the point. maybe you were taking it easy before, and the fact that he was hard all over again just thinking about it was signal enough that you had the green light to do with him as you pleased yet you did nothing drastic.

he didn't know what to do with his hands. any action to shed a few garments resulted in you pulling off of him completely with a teasing 'tsk' like you weren't pleased he was trying to do something himself. it took begging - something he'd never thought he'd do - in the most lustful, pathetically needy pleads just to get you to go back to teasing him. the closest thing he got to relief was when you slid your hand up his shirt then down his pants to keep playing with him without ever making skin-to-skin contact.

tachihara let out a frustrated groan. "please, stop fuckin' with me, and just-"

"fuck you?" you completed the thought, giggling at yourself while he kept shifting himself on the seat to get you to be as close as possible. "you wait this long and suddenly you're so impatient, tachi. what ever happened to good things come to those who wait?"

his mind wanted to tell you to shut the hell up with your perky responses but it was busy being corroded by pulsating senses shooting up his body. he couldn't handle it anymore; you oscillated between a slower and a faster pace in order to give him the one he didn't want. if it wasn't for his need for you to do it for him, he would've pounded himself just for a temporary escape from the embarrassing situation of moaning in the stolen car in front of you. he tried to cover it up with more curses but every attempt was getting further and further away from fooling everyone.

it was a wonder how you hadn't gotten him to cum in his pants from the stimulation alone by the time you'd arrived back at the apartment. who knows whose it was, all you cared about was that your gang of misfits crashed there every night and right now the windows were flashing bright colours and you could basically hear the music from down where you were.

"so that's what those dickheads have been doin'," you remark as if nothing had been happening, climbing out of the vehicle you'd parked and taking a look upwards. "that's too bad, I'm sure you would've preferred privacy."

"I would've preferred...?"

his half-formulated question received a half-formulated answer when you pulled him by the wrist onto the side of the building, an alleyway that was dirty and grimy and dark and perfect for what you were about to do.

"mmnf~" he had a hard time resisting, let alone taking charge when you had his slammed against yet another hard surface with your hands all over him and your lips grinding up on him almost as roughly as your hips. if he wasn't already stimulated, bringing up your thigh to the side of his hip in order to hump yourself on him was the final straw.

"shit, don't make me ask again," tachihara tried to say forcefully but one roll of your clothed cunt got him nearly apologizing and begging you to be nice. there was no way you were going to let him brat tonight.

"better," you considered, your hand going back down to where it had previously ventured, but this time sliding under both pants and underwear in one fell swoop. there wasn't enough space, his pants taking the brunt of the aggression when you yanked your wrist back and the button popped off. he barely had time to register that you'd done away with his belt again when you were jerking him off so expertly he felt his body go weak and whole world blur.

maybe he was inexperienced, but maybe you were just too good: your command for him to spit in your hand brought another layer of red over his features, but goddamn was it worth it when you were lubing him up with his own saliva while pulling and pushing with talented fingers. you toyed with the end, which you could guess would be flushed a pretty pink if his cock wasn't veiled by the night. you drew circles around the pre-cum that was already pearling out the tip then smeared it all over the sensitive flesh. you paused the stroking for a moment to center it in your palm and rotate it softly and slowly, and for a second through his clenched eyelids he could've sworn he was being handled by a deity.

you didn't bother kissing him anymore, as the distance allowed you to look at him with his features illuminated by glowing neon and low yellow. your free hand pinched his face, his chin resting in the junction between index and thumb while you squeezed tightly and brought him at an angle to look at you.

"open 'em," you commanded, and he did after a bit of hesitation, or was it shame? the answer wasn't clear until you noticed water pooling over his lashes and struggling whimpers. "aww, am I takin' it too hard on ya?"

a rhetorical question; you slammed your hand back into his hips and his cock was having a difficult time not unraveling with every hard, borderline violent thrust. you checked in every once in a while, 'too much?', 'does this still feel good?', 'you want more, baby?' but every sultry sentence was just a ruse. the only confirmation you needed was the spasming of his muscles as he came all over your hand.

he was so glad the high had passed and the buildup was over, even though every second felt so fucking good it was also humiliating to hear the echo of his own moan in an alleyway right outside your apartment complex in the dead of the night.

except that you didn't stop.

you knew just how sensitive he would be after his orgasm washed over him, yet you were mercilessly watching the tears stream down his perfect little face while you fucked him roughly in the aftermath. it was only through whining and begging to slow down that you kissed him again to get him to shut up. his lips tasted so good, salty from the tears and you opened your mouth against his gasps to let your tongue dance along the back of his teeth and roll over on the roof of his mouth.

too much, it was too much: your hand pounding him harshly with fingertips groping at his balls to balance the pain with pleasure, your teeth wrapped around his bottom lip while sucking it into you, not to mention your free hand grabbing at and massaging his ass. he didn't know what to feel except aroused as the blood rushed back down into his cock and he was about to do it all over again.

"hard again so soon?" you quipped. he didn't have the ability to respond since your hand had resized its grip again and he was losing his mind for a third time tonight. "you really are a fuckin' whore. fucked you in my cunt, fucked you on my hand... all that's left now..."

and you dropped to your knees.

he couldn't even look at you, his throat dry and rasping while he recovered from the sudden lack of touch for the instant where you positioned yourself with your face on his hips and somehow managed to tease him worse than before.

tachihara preferred it like this. at least this way you didn't have a direct view of his tears and sobs while you fluctuated once more from dreadful overstimulation to languid motions. it was still cold out, but his body felt so warm from everything pumping in his veins, particularly his cock once you'd had your fun edging him with your tongue and slowly shifted towards sucking him off.

"nng... fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, voice breaking with every word. "d-don't... don't fuckin' st-ahhh~"

you had no intention of stopping until his knees were weak and he couldn't manage a single word. your tongue rolled over every part of him that got his body twitching and the strong muscle sucked down so hard he thought you'd just slurp his cum straight out of him like a goddamn sippy cup. his hands gripped onto the back of your skull to hold you, but he couldn't figure out whether he was trying to pull you off or push you on.

it didn't take long for him to snap once more and shoot hot liquid down your throat and face. he couldn't see you spitting it all out on the dirty pavement because the pleasure was just too much and he was trembling from all the sensations, porcelain cheeks adorned with streaks of his lust broken apart by your own. you dusted off the dirt from your knees and shot him a devilish smirk before kissing him, making him taste himself.

"shhh, it's ok," you murmured into his lips, hand caressing his face softly while you rubbed the tears with your thumb. "you did so good for me, baby. I wanted you to have a real taste of what I can do, so why don't we head in and you don't worry your pretty little head about this, yeah?"

his panting was loud, but he managed to cool down enough to sound coherent. "mmmn, yeah... yeah, let's do... that..."

"don't tell me you want more, you little slut." it was reflexive, at this point, to react this way when he was acting cute and oh so corruptible. your hand was loosely wrapped around his neck with the other trailed down his abdomen, all the while your entire body was trapping him against the brick wall again.

"'cause there are a whole lot of other ways I can fuck you, baby."

#ANON ANYTHING W TACHIHARA IN IT IS SUBLIME I WILL PROVIDE YOU WITH ALL THAT I CAN TIS MY DUTY🫡 #the best people love tachi and the best of the best want to see him covered in tears i don't make the rules we're just superior #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #tachihara x reader #bungo stray dogs tachihara #tachihara smut #tachihara michizou x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #tachihara x reader smut #down bad tm #tachi fics #im unwell for them

[ja3honey]

Different | Mingi

「Synopsis」 : Tonight was supposed to be fun, but when two humans decided to harass you, Mingi has to now swoop in and safe the day... How would react to their bunmy hybrid mate getting hurt? [A mini series]

「Word count」 : 1.69k

-> Genre: Angst, Slightly Suggestive, Fantasy

Paring: Wolf!Mingi x Hybrid!Reader

[Warnings] : Harrasment, drunk people, mean girls, slurs, insensitive words, angry boyfriend mingi. Neck kisses, mingi being classy yet horny. If I missed anything let me know.

For other members click -> Here

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

[This can be read as a stand alone]

Normally you wouldn't want to dress up head to toe and 'Dollified' yourself as you say. But when Mingi came into the kitchen at Lunch, snaking his hands around your waist while kissing your bond wound. How could you say no to him almost begging for you to come with him to a nightclub so he can celebrate his youngest brother finally getting a mate. So here you stand, in front of your tall, body-length mirror, looking at your attire which doesn't seem nearly as appealing as a nice pair of pj's, or baggy t-shirt and jeans. But you promised, and even though Mingi reassured you over a million times that if you were really uncomfortable He will take you home without question.

Your hands drape around your waist, up your chest, fingertips grazing the exposed skin of your neck. The outfit you picked out matched Mingi's. Same emerald green detailing on top of black attire, and don't forget the gold accessories. If someone were to see you two, they would most likely say you look like some royal Slytherin couple straight out of harry potter. Your mind wonders again, seeing the necklace Mingi bought you sitting patiently on the counter next to the mirror, just waiting for you to finish off your outfit with it. He worked hard to find something nice that you'd love, and you indeed do love the jewellery piece.

"Do you need help, Darling?" Mingi's deep voice would make anyone jump if heard from behind them. But you, just as still as you were before he entered the room, looked up into the mirror seeing the tall wolf stand strong over you. His rough hands grip your hips, as his head dips into your neck, taking in your perfume, your scent. His lips graze your jugular, hot tongue darting out to lick along the outline of your main vein. You tilted your head, closing your eyes. You took a moment to ravish in his affection, your hand coming up to his head, raking your fingers through his soft hair. You hummed as his body stands flushed against yours, his wandering hand retching for your necklace that is tangled in your fingers. Slipping it out of your grasp, he replaces his lips with the cold chain, making you shiver.

"We're going to be late baby." His low gravelled voice whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your lob. You smile at him as you make eye contact with him through the mirror. "You look so perfect." He spoke up making you blush. He always complimented you whenever he could. He knew you were insecure with your body image, so he took it upon himself to help you see yourself as he sees you. Perfect in every way.

The club roared, music making it hard to hear yourself think let alone hear the person next to you. The dance floor was packed with drunken humans, making you feel uneasy. You haven't been around humans in years, you tend to avoid them because every time you do come in contact most of them comment on you being a hybrid. It's not that hybrids weren't common but your kind lived away from where humans gather and so do the wolves. Living among one another wasn't something to be done often. But as the new age grew, more and more creatures mingled with one another, including humans. But that doesn't mean you didn't want to hide your fluffy ears, keeping them flopped against your hair and your tail tucked away even though it was uncomfortable.

You had already thrown the congratulations around and now drinks were being shared everywhere. Your drink was finished faster than you'd like to admit it, feeling like if you have some liquid luck in your system you would feel better, but let's face it, nothing was working. Mingi moved away from you for only a moment, laughing and cheering with his brothers. You didn't want to interrupt, they seemed so happy, and you wouldn't want to ruin their fun with your little insecure thoughts. You shook your hair, letting out a sigh, before turning towards the bar. 'another drink won't hurt', you thought, taking a seat on one of the stalls on the dark black marbled bar.

"What will it be Doll." The tall deep-voiced bar tented turned to you with a smile, he was cleaning a cup with a dish towel that seemed far too dirty to be able to clean the dish, but guessing people were too drunk to know nor care.

"Just a Malibu n' Coke please." You smile back at him as he goes off to prepare your drink. But while you wait you notice out the corner of your eye two girls watching you, giggling and whispering to one another. They were clearly talking about you, but you tried to pay them no mind. That was until they suddenly started to walk over to where you sat. 'Great' you thought taking a big swig of your drink as you try your best to avoid eye contact.

"Well lookie what we have here." The dark-haired girl —brunette—with a tight-fitting blue dress leans on the bar. Her breast almost falling out the top of the piece of fabric she calls clothing. The other woman, a deep rich red-haired, snickered along the words of her friend. She is clearly dressing to impress her "friend". Just about basic copycat.

"You should introduce us to those handsome-looking men you've been hanging out with. Especially the one in the green tie." Her word made your throat growl, you may not be a wolf, but you can certainly act like one. Your eyes travelled over to the table where the boys were seated. Mingi had his hand wrapped around Yunho's neck, laughing as hard as he could possibly do. He didn't even notice where you went nor that you have two strangers annoying you.

"They are all unavailable, sorry." You bit back at her, taking another sip of your drink.

"unavailable, now don't go telling me green tie is your boyfriend?" She laughed, covering her mouth to hide her most likely horridly annoying grin. You were waiting for it. For one of them to mention something about you, but maybe they are bad at insults, so maybe in hopes. This whole situation will die quicker than it started.

"I'm sorry, but l-look at you." Her friend added. "You're one of those half-breeds."

There is it. The word you thought you'd be able to get away from for one night. Half-breed. A saying for hybrids and wolves, and any other creature for that matter that wasn't fully human. You felt anger? Or was it just plain tiredness? Tired of being shamed. Tired of being cast as different. Chugging the rest of your drink you turned fully to the redhead, tilting your head while looking at her up and down.

"Says the one that looks like a whore straight out of a trashy strip club" The brunette tried her hardest not to laugh but a chuckle caught your attention. "I wouldn't be laughing if I was you, she's dressed to match you remember." now both girls were shocked and filled with anger.

"Disgusting half-breed. Just go over there to those humans. Unlike you. And tell them to come to us instead. They are probably just keeping you around cause they want to tick you off their bucket list."

Okay, that one stung a little.

You lost your words. You were torn between crying, and punching both of them. Or simply laughing. They really thought Mingi and his brothers were human? One glance and you could tell there is something more to them than just being basic humans. So you laughed. Laughed at them, shaking your head with a grin plastered on your face.

"What's so funny? Hey, rabbit! I'm talking to you."All she wanted was attention and someone to pick on, what she didn't expect was you to be laughing. Why were you laughing? She grabbed her drink and chucked it all over you, making you stop laughing. But as she through the liquid, her fingers let go of the glass, making the cup fall and shatter on the floor. Shards bounced out, cutting your exposed legs, drawing very small amounts of blood, not enough that it hurt but enough to notice the smell.

And the smell retched Mingi's nose almost immediately. He ran over, quicker than intended, his wolf taking over ever so slightly at the thought of you being injured. He was to you in seconds. His hands coming to your hips, and his eyes wondering your figure, trying to find the blood. He took in the fact you were wet, the smell of cheap alcohol and the glass. Shattered on the floor. His eyes snap to the girl that dropped it while she was brushing herself on with a smile.

"If I knew dropping a stupid glass would get Mr green tie to come over I would have done it ages ag—." Her words freeze when she finally makes eye contact with Mingi. His eye glowed gold, mixing with his brown ones. Her heart sped up, and not in the good way.

"Y-You're a w-w—Pissed off." He finished her sentence for her, snapping with a growl. He backed up quickly, heading towards the exit with her copycat close behind. Mingi was about to follow them so he could give them a piece of his mind but you grip his dress shirt tightly, bringing his attention back to you.

"Can we go home...Please." Your words were small, you were drained from the interaction. And no matter how funny it was to mess with the two girls, their cheap words still gutted you like a rusted knife and all you wanted was to go home and snuggled with Mingi on the couch. His arms caged you to his chest, holding you tight. He kissed your forehead, apologizing for the shitty night as he walked you to the car.

Maybe you should have stayed home.

-

Ateez Masterlist

Navigation

Taglist : @yunhofingers @violetwinters @kpopmademygradesgodown @lmhmh01 @strangertides @purrhwa @joti17 @jess-1404 @pinki-minki @glossyeon @yesv01 @minkiflwr @seonghwarizon @rielleluvs @dilfjohhny @whatudowhennooneseesyou   @az-con @jen176pink @sundaybossanova @8tinytings @zeesondiary @seungkwan-s @umbralhelwolf @chijhs @craxy-person

Special Tag : @ddeonghwva ♡

#kpop #kpop smut #ateez smut #kpop reactions #ateez #ateez scenarios #kpop fluff #ateez imagines #ateez reaction #ateez reactions #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez mingi #ateez fanfic #ateez scenario #atz scenarios #atz fic #atz smut #atz fanfic #atz fluff #atz imagines #atz mingi #mingi imagines #song mingi #mingi x y/n #mingi #mingi angst #wolf ateez #wolf!au #wolf

[minkkumaz]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME LEAVE

this news made your world go silent, filled with an immense amount of mixed feelings. and no matter how much you want to make it work, an industry like that made it feel impossible. THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 1.0k TAGS adults dni. angst. the 'bad' ending. TAGLIST @woon2u @lumixen @woonhakist @jungwoning @yumicherryii OMI NOTE this is the second ending out of the two! i'm very happy to get this series over with so i hope everyone enjoys hehe.

in that moment, the world around you went quiet. the sound of your unsteady breaths were the only thing you could hear. warmth overtook you, tears threatening to drop past your waterline as you look at the boy in front of you.

these words ran through your head at an unforgivable pace, feeling trapped in the heat of your own body. with no other choice but to stare blankly at the boy in front of you, he was yet to make proper eye contact. 

his bottom lip quivered, biting back the idea of breaking down in front of you. guilt chewed its way through his heart, his head, yet there was a sense of relief underlying it all. and while it ate away at him, it was killing you.

“woonhak please tell me you’re joking i– i can’t lose you.” you stammer, vocalizing the wave of feelings that washed over you.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i would’ve told you sooner but it got so complicated i–” 

“then– then why didn’t you tell me, instead of waiting the night before you had to leave?!” you question him, choking out. there was a hint of anger tangled in your words.

“i was so scared how you’d react. fuck i don’t know.” he exhaled, throwing his head back in an attempt not to cry.

“you know i’m so proud of you woon, if anyone knows how passionate you are about this, i do…” you pause, “but it didn’t even feel like you were my boyfriend for the past few weeks, is that what it took to hide it from me? pretending like i didn’t even exist?’

“it wasn’t my intention to hurt you, y/n. i love you more than anything… you don’t think i thought about us every single day? about how maybe we could work this out?” he runs a hand through his hair, finally looking at you.

when he finally saw you, your whole body was trembling, tears staining your soft cheeks. your fists were balled up tightly at your sides, crescent moons forming into your skin underneath. this was when he realized how badly he broke you.

“we could’ve talked about it together woon. and while i was thinking i did something to hurt you, instead you were planning to move to a completely different country.” you sob, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

woonhak approached you, embracing your shaky figure in a hug that you hadn’t felt in some time. you returned the action, crumpling the back of his shirt in your hands. the scent of his worn out cologne swarmed your senses, making everything a lot harder. 

this lasted awhile, the sound of your muffled sobs into his shoulder making his heart ache. 

“you know how in love with you i am right? i don’t regret any moment we’ve spent together.” he mumbled, rubbing your back lovingly. “but it’s going to be really fucking hard to maintain this, especially with how hard the idol industry is.”

“then what does that mean for us?” you sniffled, lifting your face away from his shirt to look at him with your glossy eyes.

“i want nothing more than to believe it will work, but i don’t want to see you hurting if it get’s too much.”

“but i want to be with you,” you whispered, voice trembling, “i’ll wait for you woonhak. i want to be apart of your life so bad even if it’s from a distance...”

“i can’t do that to you, y/n. you deserve so much love, and i don’t know if i’ll be able to give it to you in these circumstances.” he frowns, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“woon i–”

“i need you to promise me you’ll find someone who can give you what i can’t right now. promise you’ll let yourself be happy regardless of what happens, and that you won’t hold back because of me.” his voice was laced with concern.

“please don’t give up on us.” you cry, letting his fingertips wipe your tears away.

“if you love me, you have to let me go.” his expression begins to mimic yours, droplets falling under his eyes.

“but i can’t.” you respond, saddened by seeing him cry.

“i know you can. if everything lines up in the future, we can always try again.” woonhak smiles sadly, bringing your face closer to his in a tender kiss.

his lips were cold from the deep of the night, yet molding against the warmth of yours intimately. there was a sense of longing, like you were chasing his lips to keep them to yourself forever. you couldn’t let yourself forget his kiss, embracing it in a way that it could be engraved against your skin.

despite this, it couldn’t last forever. when the two of you pulled away, everything became quite clear. all the time you’ve lost in the past week made you think about how extremely stupid he was. a stupid boy, that was stupidly yours. and while you didn’t want to admit it, this would probably be your final moment together for a really long time. 

your eyes dug into his skull, afraid of letting him out of your sight. leftover tears made the sight blurry, so you quickly blinked them away to see him better. and even though every aspect of this scene was sad, he never lost his smile.

“you’ve always been so pretty under the moonlight, i still remember admiring you the night of the party; when we told eachother goodnight.”

“god you’re making this so much more difficult if you keep saying stuff like that.” you furrow your eyebrows.

“i can’t help that every single little thing we’ve done together is replaying in my head right now.” he noted, rubbing circles into your hand.

“just don’t forget about me woon. i’ll always be here waiting for you.” 

“i could never forget my first love, and every single time i got to call her mine.”

© 2023 minkkumaz, all rights reserved support your writers by reblogging + giving feedback! it is greatly encouraged and appreciated. thank you! → why feedback + reblogging is so important. ~ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ if you'd like, donate to minkkumaz !

THE DAY I MET YOU series

#⋆｡˚ my works #kim woonhak x reader #kim woonhak angst #kim woonhak x you #kim woonhak #woonhak x reader #woonhak angst #woonhak x you #woonhak imagines #woonhak boynextdoor #boynextdoor #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor fanfic #boynextdoor angst #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor woonhak #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic #boynextdoor drabbles

[bullet-prooflove]

Washington!Series Part Three: Tonight - Captain Joe Milius x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @witches-unruly-heart @shhoooketh @greenies-green @thandesa91 @atomic-art-dragon @irishavengersassemble @factualfic @mydarkestsecretlol @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond @burningpeachpuppy

Washington Series:

Part One: Washington - You and Joe spend the night together before he leaves for Washington.

Part Two: Positive - You call Joe for the first time in two months.

It’s late when Joe's flight gets into Hawaii, far too late for him to be showing up outside your door. He didn’t think about that when he stepped onto the plane, he’d just been filled with this deep, visceral need to see you. There’s apprehension in his chest, it’s a rare feeling because Joe doesn’t get nervous but now it feels like there’s a thousand butterflies in his stomach trying to get free.

He's just got your message in the cab ride over asking him to call you back. It’s the first contact he’s had from you in over two months. He guesses you want to see him as much as he wants to see you.

When he steps out of the cab, he knows that you’re up; he can see the warm glow from the lamp through the blinds in the front window. He takes a deep breath before rapping his knuckles on the door.

When you open it, it feels like he’s come home. You’re beautiful, but then he’s always thought that. You’re wearing black leggings and a t-shirt he hadn’t realised he’d left at your place. It does something to see you wearing his clothes, it always has. He recalls those early mornings when he’d wake up tangled in your sheets. He’d find you in the kitchen making coffee, clad in one of his button ups. It always ends up the same way, the fabric bundled in his fists as he thrust up into you.

“Joe?” You say quietly. “How…”

He isn’t sure who initiates it, only that he’s back in your house with you in his arms and it means the entire world to him. He breathes you in, the heady scent of fresh laundry and seasalt. You’ve been to the beach today; he can smell it on your skin.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers as his fingertips tip up your chin to meet his gaze.

Your eyes are bright, pretty fathomless pools that leave him breathless as he leans in close, his lips brushing over yours. It’s a spark, like someone tossing a light into a powder keg. It ignites, a haze of fire and passion as he strips off your t-shirt leaving you clad in a black sports bra. His palms chase over your skin, and you moan into his mouth, your teeth grazing over his lower lip. It takes him zero to sixty.

You leave a trail of clothes in your wake, leading into the bedroom. It’s an old dance, one the two of you have done a thousand times before but it feels different this time, more emotional.

He makes love to you slowly, drawing out the sensation with long, deliberate thrusts that drag over that sweet spot over and over again until he has you keening underneath him. Your thighs tighten around his hips, his hands ghost over them, guiding them just a little bit higher because he knows you like to feel him deep when you come.

He feels the moment you surrender, the ecstasy stealing away your breath as you clench around his cock, fingertips digging into his shoulders. His palm trails up your throat, clasping your jaw before he guides your mouth back to his. He drinks down your ectasy, tongue dipping into your mouth as he buries himself into the hilt, spilling his release inside of you.

He kisses you through the pleasure, a smile ghosting across his lips as your hands smooth over his back, tracing over the scars from his years under active duty.

“It’s been too long since we did that.” He whispers, his lips chasing along the curve of your throat. Your head tips back into the pillow, your fingers threading through his hair as he stays sheathed inside of you. He’s not ready to withdraw just yet, he just needs this moment with you, this feeling of intimacy and connectivity. “You wanted to talk?”

“Not tonight.” You murmur as he captures your hands and guides them above your head, his fingers entwining with yours as he arches his hips once again. “Tonight, I just want to enjoy being with you.”

Love Joe ? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

#joe milius #captain joe milius #joe milius x you #joe milius x reader #ncis hawaii