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cocoreallylovesraiden · 3 months

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MK1 characters and sick! reader

(johnny cage, bi-han, smoke +liu kang & shang tsung)

not proof read not thought out not nothing i am SICK and this is my OUTLET (again this is not serious, just goofy stuff)

Johnny Cage

- sick equivalent of “it’s not uterus it’s uterUS”

- Especially if he doesn’t have much going on in his schedule? It’s like there’s two sick people in the house

- He has ZERO issues laying in bed all day with you- until he decides on a group excursion to the living room couch where you will… continue to lay there! Exciting.

- Depending on how sick you are he’d be more serious, if it was just a little cold and nothing to worry about, expect to have some movies in the back while you doze in and out of his incessant chatting

- (I personally think he can’t cook well) so your favourite takeout is ordered and put into one of those fancy ass bowls to make it look like a home cooked meal. Bless him.

- Wearing matching ugly pjs like the worlds bleakest slumber party

- Says he doesn’t care about getting sick from being close to you, but makes jokes about your ‘heebies’ getting all over him if you ask for any physical contact (he will over enthusiastically oblige)

- If you’re seriously ill, he would be at a loss, especially when his usual demeanour can’t seem to cheer you up.

- Since i imagine his relationship with his parents isn’t the best, he’d probably call one of your family members to ask how to best care of you, and take it from there

- He wouldn’t treat you like a glass vase though, still cracking jokes while he attends to your needs; but in a way where you can tell he’s trying to mask how vulnerable he feels in his care for you.

- Calls you his sicky wicky honey boo boo sugar tits pumpkin pie

- Definitely gets the man flu once you recover no question about it

- As you lay in bed, sweating from your fever with this huge piece of man meat hugging up on you, all you can hear in the back of your head is “BAAAAYBBUHHHHH…. IT HUUURTTSS…” (congratulations! You can see into the future!)

- Also would call his assistant to ask for help. What are they going to know? They just do his accounting!

Bi Han

- You are sick? Have fun not being allowed to do ANYTHING. No chores, no training, no oily food, no Netflix- NO NETFLIX?

- He claims that extended screen time will only agitate your condition.

- He takes it upon himself to care for you; making easy to digest food, offering to help you shower when you feel physically weak, buying all sorts of medicines, etc.

- it would be easier to send someone to do some of these tasks (aside from the showering.) but no. Out of the kindness of his heart? Yes, of course. He loves you dearly. But also because he does not trust anyone to be as competent as he is.

- As the grandmaster gives you several containers of traditional Chinese medicine, you can only wonder if some pharmacist is sponsoring him. If you dare complain they taste horrible, he will GLADLY take a pill or a bit of powder just to show you were being a wuss

- Nags you for not being careful, and at first it’s annoying but you figure out eventually it’s because he’s worried and this is how he shows his love and concern

- During the day he has to be off at work, and as the hours pass those around him see his shoulders tense higher and higher. You’ve eaten lunch, right? You’ve taken your medicine?

- But don’t worry! Once you show the SLIGHTEST signs of recovery, it’s back to the grind.

- You can sniffle and puppy eyes him all you want, but once he deems you fit for daily life, we are back for business! No more Mr Marginally Nicer Bi Han!

- That being said, once you’re back to smiling and laughing, he will admit that it’s nice to see you back to your usual self.

Smoke

- feels horrible that you’re sick, but secretly proud of his immune system for staying strong; now he has an excuse to show off his hospitality skills!

- sort of like bi-han, expect instead of professional fussing you get excited pampering, gets to the point where you have to ask whether or not he should be at work instead of here

- “Work? Taking care of you is my work!”

- Uses this as a chance to freshen up memory on his hometown; making foods, remedies and tricks he remembers his mother doing for him as a sick child.

- If you ask him more about it, he will gladly go into detail- telling wonderful stories even if he occasionally gets emotional through them

- Cleans your face with a damp cloth and uses it as an excuse to get all close with you- again! He has a strong immune system, so nothing to worry about.

- While he’s off at work, he leaves you notes around the house to remind you that he’s thinking of you and hopes you feel better soon- if you collect all the notes, he becomes embarrassed and acts like he doesn’t know who wrote them

- Comes home and snuggles with you, mentioning even if you did have a fever, it was nice because outside was so cold and you were so warm.

- A little tone deaf, but he’s… got the spirit?

- Secretly upset once you get better because you’re less accommodating to his needy/ clingy behaviour, but it’s also great that you can communicate with words and not pained groans!

- You are WAITING for the day he gets sick. There’s no way you’ve gotten the flu 4 times, and he hasn’t. He sleeps in the same bed as you when you’re sick! Kisses you!

- How did they raise kids to be so strong where he’s from?

BONUS

Liu Kang

- you don’t get sick.

- flu season? he makes you take traditional medicine to prevent it.

- cold? you’re funny. around him? Liu “Set Off Fire Alarms With His Flaming Biceps” Kang? Haha.

- food poisoning? he Knows if the food is off, and won’t let you get the chance to eat it.

- Papa is going to make sure influenza season hits a new low this year

- Seriously, medical insurance companies are terrified of him.

Shang Tsung

- very creepily offers you an elixir and asks you to drink it.

- (Here is the part where I say: but you know he won’t hurt you, so you take it. But, you don’t know. He’s looking at you reeeaaalll funny)

- Notices your glare and takes a moment to re-do his sales pitch, this time a lot less devil-binding-contract and more… human…like?

- turns out, the elixir was just a failed experiment on shape-shifting. he sheepishly offers practical medicine while you roll your eyes.

Kung Lao

- is also sick.

- You both are idiots.

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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Hey, I LIVE for these kinds of fics and I LOVE yours so much. Thank you for making these! I would like to request a fic between aonung x human reader, where the reader teases and flirts with him despite his rude little ass until he has had enough of the teasing and decides to fuck their brains out. Thank you!!

My dearly detested

adult Ao’nung x female human reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, kinda enemies to lovers, mutual teasing, sexual tension, size difference, choking, hate fuck, orgasm denial, p in v, degradation kink, no foreplay, begging, brat tamer Ao’nung let’s goo

Since your arrival in the metkayina village, Ao‘nung has been teasing you and the other Sully‘s. He was mean and rude. A picture book bully if you’d like. The fact that a demon, a human, was now living on his islands was going against everything he believed and he didn’t shy away to let you know how much he despises you, whenever your two crossed paths. But what was even worse was, that you had a smart mouth. One that matched his energy in ways he didn’t like at all. It confused him, if he was being completely honest with himself.

"… and what’s with that weird stuff you’re wearing? You look like a freak", Ao‘nung scoffed. You were on your way to pick some herbs and berries for Neytiri, to prepare for dinner, when Ao‘nung crossed your way. And of course he couldn’t keep his mouth shut and just let you pass, no, he had to stand in your way and proceed to make fun of you.

"Oh this? That’s a tshirt", you smiled at him, acting all innocent as you were looking down at yourself, "I could take it off if you’d prefer me without it?" You lift the hem of your shirt enough to expose your belly to him, your skin glistening in a thin layer of sweat, thanks to the incredible heat on these islands. To this, Ao‘nungs face lights up bright red. You had this special talent of catching him off guard.

"What’s wrong, fish boy? That thought got you all hot and bothered?", you teased him further. Ao’nung was irritated now, fuming with rage and— something else. Something he was unfamiliar with, until you had stepped foot in his life. He couldn’t pinpoint it, couldn’t describe it, even if he wanted to, but it made him want to use that anger and frustration and let it all out on you.

He blinks a few times, while you were still smiling at him, with your hands on your hips. Oh you felt so confident in yourself, it made him sick. With a long stride he approaches you, until he was close enough that your face was almost pressed against his stomach. Humans surely were tiny, but especially this one, he thought.

"Watch you mouth, human", he all but growls at you through gritted teeth but you only giggle and tilt your head to look up at him.

"Or what?"

And that does it.

Ao’nung had only so much patience left when it came to you and you were really testing your luck today. His hand shoots up to wrap itself around your throat, harshly pulling you even closer to him.

"Or I’ll show you what it’s good for, other than talking back like a little brat", he says lowly.

Now it was your turn to be taken aback, your eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. For once you were left speechless, much to Ao‘nungs amusement. How interesting. Looks like he had finally found the little humans weak spot.

"What’s wrong, hm?", he tilts his head, teasing you by turning your own words against you, "That thought got you all hot and bothered?"

You blink up at him, eyes wide and cheeks turning pink and– fuck. Who would’ve thought that, seeing the woman who robbed him of his last nerves like this, had such an effect on him.

It wasn’t until right in that moment that Ao’nung realized, he wanted nothing more than to see you behave, see you finally shut up that smart mouth of yours and act good for him.

The sight in front of him made him shamefully hard. His dick was so hard, it felt like it was going to split the seam of his loincloth at any second. He’d gladly fuck the brat right out of you, he had come to realize. And that wasn’t just something he thought to himself, it was a decision made.

With his hand still wrapped around your delicate throat he slowly pushes you backwards, makes you walk until your back makes contact with one of the palm trees that were littered along the shore. For once, a surprised gasp escaping your parted lips was the only sound that was coming from you.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Ao’nung’s mouth and he chuckled. "That's really all it takes to shut you up, huh?" He leans in almost imperceptibly and you swallow dryly, "You wanna tell me why you're blushing?"

"I‘m– I‘m not", you mumble a weak protest, once his hand finally leaves your throat, "m'not blushing…" Your gaze swiftly shuns away from his, but Ao’nung is having none of that. With his index finger hooked under your chin he tips your head up so you’re forced to look at him. It was funny, seeing how your attitude had changed so drastically and sudden. It makes him want to be even meaner to you, tease you more, see how much further he could take it.

"Yes you are. Bet you’re all wet already too", he says lowly and with a smug grin plastered on his face. Before you can even proceed the words spoken, his hand moves to cup your sex over the thin bikini panty you were wearing. That skimpy piece of weird human clothing was, in fact, damp already. "I knew it", Ao’nung chuckles as he let his fingers glide over the wet spot, causing a shudder to run through you.

"Just– shut up", you manage to breathe out and Ao’nung clicks his tongue at the tone in your voice.

"Oh there it is again. That annoying attitude of yours", he rolls his eyes, "You just need to get your cute human pussy stuffed, right? Just need some cock and boom– you’re all cute and happy and, most of all, fucking quiet. But don’t worry, sweet little pearl. I’ll do us both a favor and help you out. Keep you from getting on my last nerves anymore."

With one hand still pining you against the trunk of that palm tree and the other slipping past your waistband, he pulls your panties down to your ankles. Ao’nung can’t help the satisfied smile spreading over his features when you don’t resist, letting him manhandle you like you were proving that he was right. He was reading you like a book. All that mutual teasing had finally paid off, had finally bought you both into the position you secretly longed for, since you’d first laid eyes on each other.

You watch him closely, how he pulls his loincloth to the side to let his cock spring free and you audibly gulp. Eywa had truly gifted him with every attribute you daydreamed of as a horny teenager. Tall, muscular and littered in those pretty metkayina tattoos. But no amount of imagination while dry humping your pillow or any 'self care'-action could’ve truly prepared you for the size of his cock. You didn’t know what you were expecting here, truth be told. Obviously he was going to be big, he was around 8 or 9 feet tall, a grown Na‘vi man in all his glory– there was almost no way that he wasn’t going to be packing like that. Still, it was enough to make you drool.

Just the thought of trying to get him to fit inside you makes heat coil in your belly.

Ao’nung barely pays attention to the way your eyes widen as his cock twitches in the air and a droplet of pre-cum rolls down his shaft. He swiftly drapes your leg over his arm and inches closer to stand between your spread legs, lining himself up with your exposed cunt.

Even in this moment, while in the position you were in, Ao’nung teased you. Using his free hand to guide his dick, he rubs himself between your slippery folds, coats himself with your slickness. He grounds his cock against your pussy, letting it snag and catch against your clit to further drive you insane. You whine in exasperation, desperately pushing your hips against him in an attempt to get him inside.

Finally, mercifully taking the hint, Ao’nung slides his cock inside your tight heat in a slow, measured pace until his hips are flush with yours. The length and girth of him seemingly push the very air from your lungs as he buries himself to the hilt with a groan. "So fucking tight, shit. You feel way too good for someone who causes me this much of a headache every single day."

For what feels like an eternity, he stays there. Unmoving. The only sound that was heard, was the one of your own panting and waves crashing in the distance. You weren’t sure if he was just letting you adjust, but you were thankful for this moment. Especially, because of what he did next. You barely started to relax and stopped clenching around him, when he pulls himself all the way out just to rock right back into you in one sharp thrust. You cry out, too loud for your own liking so you quickly bring one of your hands to cover your mouth. But it‘s completely pointless, thanks to the exopack mask covering your face.

“Don’t worry. You can enjoy this to your heart’s content, little pearl", Ao’nung chuckles from above, "No one else is around to hear those cute, pathetic moans. Just me and you.” He adjusted his stance and you seized as he twitched inside you. His pace was hard and rough and he seemingly aimed to fuck every bit of attitude right out of you, with the way his hips snapped against yours.

You could barely hold yourself up like this, with one leg loosely hanging over his muscular arm while the other was already daring to give in, planted weakly on the soft, warm sand below your feet. You quickly adjust your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life while he didn’t seem to care in the slightest. He would keep you standing upright by the sheer force of his thrusts.

Your moans increase in volume with every passing second, his pace never faltering for just a moment. "Ao’nung, s-slow down! Slow down I can’t—"

“Fuck, yes you can”, he snarls, sucking in a breathe through clenched teeth when he feels you squeeze his cock. "Where did all your attitude go, hm? Don’t you want to apologize?”

"M‘not– ah! I‘m apologizing to your rude ass", you tell him between moans.

"That’s fine", Ao’nung chuckles darkly and it’s almost sinister, makes goosebumps appear on your skin, "I will make you apologize."

Pointedly, he begins fucking against your g-spot, making your eyes cross and roll back into your head until your a howling mess. The hand that’s been planted firmly on your hip suddenly shifts, reaches between your legs and expertly finds your clit. As soon as his rough digits made contact with the little bundle of nerves, your voice hit a high you didn’t even know was possible. Keeping a brutal pace, he draws right circles on it while thrusting into you until the edges of your vision begin to black out. Right when you were at your limit, right there at the edge and so painfully close to coming— he draws away.

"W-What the f– ah! Fuck!", you gasp and curse under your rapid breathing, toes curling at the unpleasant feeling of the loss of your orgasm. His thrusts don’t stop entirely, but they become more lazy. Short and deep and slow and it’s just not enough to drive you over the edge. You let your head fall back against the tree trunk with a thud.

At that, Ao’nung lets out a small laugh, relishing in the frustrated whine that leaves your soft looking lips and the desperate arch of your back.

"Go on, little pearl. Apologize and I’ll be nice and let you cum", he tells you with a grin. His thumb gently swipes through your wet folds, purposefully avoiding your clit. Ever so slowly, like he’s trying to torture you, the pace of his hips increases again, giving you a sweet taste of what you were longing for but still not giving it to you fully. Not until you give in and apologize. Beg for it. And begging you did…

"I‘m sorry, 'm sorry— fuck I’m so sorry! Please let me cum, please Ao’nung I need to cum! I promise I’ll be good… I‘m sorry!"

"Oh I bet you are, but you can do better than that."

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dilfl0v3rss · 9 months

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bully!ony

bully!ony who always seems to know just what to say to make your sensitive self cry

bully!ony who’d hide your pencils and take your computer while you went to the bathroom

bully!ony who’d call you mean and annoying names like chubs, dough girl, muffin, dumb dumb, and cupcake. his favorite being peaches since that was the first thing he smelled the first time you walked passed him on campus.

“cmere peaches, need you t’do my homework so i can come back and terrorize you next semester”

bully!ony who was nearly a foot taller than you, towering over you with a mean look when he sees you doing something he doesn’t like.

“stop wearing this skimpy ass skirt. ass all out like a desperate bitch” he mumbled, his harsh, deep voice made you shrink in fear. this only brought a smile to his face, his pearly white teeth flashing at you as he shamelessly looked you over. “i-i like m-my skirt, s’pretty.” you whispered, your finger gravitating towards the middle of your glasses, pushing them up your nose as you looked up at the bully with big, scared, doe eyes.

ony’s smile began to fade, an unknown anger showing in him as he grabbed your bag from your shoulder, snatching book after book out of it before letting each one hit the floor. “s’pretty until you gotta pick shit up. now niggas gon be able t’see everything you got going on under it” he spit, his side colliding with yours as he walked past you and towards the door, not missing the little wet patch in your cotton panties as you bent over to pick up your stuff. “tch, slut…”

bully!ony who’d purposely put things too high or too low just to watch you struggle. the way your breasts would bounce as you jumped for your favorite book in his hand or the way your panties would show, your pretty pussy fighting against the fabric as you reached under a chair for your computer. he couldn’t help but feel his dick jump in excitement.

bully!ony who had no shame walking into your dorm room and taking your snacks, not even knocking on the door since he knew you kept it unlocked while you were in there.

bully!ony who’d copy off of your work constantly, giving you stern looks and a tight squeeze to your thigh to keep you quiet. it worked every time.

bully!ony who’d scare you into coming with him to parties, preying on your fear of being all alone as he’d tell you that the campus would be empty since everyone else would be there except you.

bully!ony who’d make you stay by him the entire time, leaving a big, strong palm on your ass at all times to “let niggas know”. you didn’t mind it though, never questioning anything he does since you were so cute, scared, and dumb.

bully!ony who couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous when he saw you getting hit on in the line for the bathroom.

“look really pretty in that skirt mama” eren said, his voice quickly making heat travel to your cheeks as you looked down at your pretty pink shoes. “t-thank you” you whispered. he heard you, but at the sight of your shy little face eren couldn’t resist teasing you a little. “whatchu say? you gotta speak up f’me pretty the music’s loud in here” as he spoke, his big hand found itself under your chin, lifting your gaze up to his pretty eyes as he stared at you with mischief written all over his face.

ony watched the whole scene unfold, his fists clenched tightly as he removed himself from his spot on the couch. you didn’t even notice him coming as you watched the person in front of you exit the bathroom. before you could say another word to eren you felt a strong hand grip the back of your neck, shoving you in the bathroom before ony followed you inside. he towered over you menacingly, “what was that?” you looked up him, fear and confusion written all over your face as you tried to understand what you did that upset him so much. “i-i don” “oh my god ‘i-i-i’ speak up chubs. you fucking him?”

tears quickly trickled down your cheeks, your mascara messing up as you wiped at them constantly with the sleeve of your pink long sleeve crop top. “n-no…never” you whispered, ony quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, turning you around towards the mirror as he bent you over the sink. “then scream real loud while i fuck you so he could hear”

bully!ony who told you all the time that only he was allowed to touch you since he was the “only man that gave you attention” when in actuality, every guy on campus wanted to be with you but he’d scare each of them off before they even tried.

bully!ony who’d constantly fluster you from shamelessly lifting up your skirt while you sat with him in the library to slapping the fatty flesh of your ass while you bent over to get one of your pencils he’d drop.

bully!ony who couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been a little off lately. the pencils and books he’d enjoy stealing and hiding nowhere to be found as you sat in class with just your computer. tears were in your eyes as you sat in front of the black screen, not even trying to get any notes down as you let your sadness fall down your cheeks.

bully!ony who followed you around for the rest of the day searching for the boy who thought it was okay to mess with you when you were alone. breaking your pretty pink pencils and wetting up your favorite books. “this him muffin?” ony said, holding the guy by the back of his collar with a big tattooed hand as he awaited your reply. you nodded your head, your mascara filled tears drying on your chubby cheeks as you looked at the petrified look the boy carried. ony took one deep breath before telling you to go wait for him in his car. you listened without hesitation, not wanting to anger him further.

he returned to the car with blood covering his knuckles, anger still lingering over his face but it was much calmer than before. “y-your hands” you mumbled but he ignored you, silently making his way to his apartment. even though the two of you have had sex multiple times you’ve never been to his apartment, always settling for a bathroom quickie or your dorm room so you were very surprised to see the huge, spacious apartment this man had. “rooms right there” he mumbled, nodding his head towards his door. you quietly made your way in there, lightly sitting at the edge of his bed as you let todays events replay in your mind.

as ony finally joined you in the room, you noticed the blood from his hands as well as his tight black t shirt nowhere to be found. his broad chest full of tattoos moving closer and closer to your face before he was standing right in front of you. arousal quickly rushed inside your panties as your eyes moved up to his inked neck then to the sexy, dark brown skin of his face. “ass up” was all he said and you complied immediately, making him scoff as he watched your skirt instantly move up your back, putting your soaked panties on full display for him. “knew you’d be wet…slutty lil bitch” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb up and down the wet fabric before pulling it to the side.

ony freed himself from his sweats, lining up with your entrance before sinking into you fully. your pretty moans only drove him crazier as he already started building up to a quick pace. “fuck peach you so tight” he groaned, his hands pushing down on your back as he fed deep strokes into your pussy. your eyes where already in the back of your skull, your hands gripping the sheets as you took each and every inch of him. “o-ohhhh my g-odddd” you moaned, your pussy only getting wetter as you felt ony fuck you even harder, his hips slapping against your ass as he let the rest of his anger out on your body.

“only i can be mean t’you right cupcake? only daddy can make you cry?” he said, his deep voice making your walls clench as you replied with a whiny “only you daddy”. ony gave you a satisfied slap on the ass, his pace quickening as he angled his hips down towards your g spot. “and only i can make you feel good, fuck this pussy just how you like it?” you nodded your head but ony wanted words, his hand leaving a harder slap on your ass as his other hand went to pull you up a little by your hair. “talk t’daddy baby or do y’want me t’stop?” a whine instantly flew from your lips, your ass moving back on him harder as you begged for him to continue. “n-no! only you can t-touch me daddy pleaseeee, just keep goinggg”

a smirk crept onto his lips, his dick twitching in excitement at your obedience as he fucked you just the way you liked it.

bully!ony who had been in love with you since he met you but didn’t know how to tell you, settling for picking on you and your pretty little pussy until he got the right words together to ask you out properly. until then he’d settle for being your big, mean, scary bully and you his pretty, timid, quiet little peach.

#aot x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black!reader #aot smut #onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon x black!reader #aot onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon x black y/n #aot x black y/n #aot x chubby reader #aot x black!reader #aot x poc!reader

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kneelingshadowsalome · 5 months

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Young recruit könig forgot his lunch at home :( and now you’ll have to take it to him (he’s secretly happy because he can show you off now)

Of course he “forgot” his lunch :)

He knows you’re too compassionate and sweet to leave him without it so when you arrive at the gate, in a cute dress, with lunchbox in your pretty manicured hands, König is grinning under his hood. It’s about time his team gets to see you! He could bet a hundred bucks that the Colonel is too uptight and “professional” to call civilians in his workplace, even if you’d be let in in an instant as a high ranking officer’s wife. Well, he doesn’t think twice when given the opportunity to get you to visit him...

And god, aren’t you just perfect? Dressed like a doll, you're a blazing contrast to the bleak walls of the military compound. All the eyes are glued to you when you skitter to him with his precious food. König has never been this happy – he’s about to burst from his seams when he sees your soft smile, your fluttering lashes, the dress floating around your ankles as you hurry to him, fully believing that he actually forgot his lunch.

König is drooling under his hood, and not because of the meal you brought him. Men at the gate shift awkwardly as he lifts his mask and pulls you into a long, sloppy, passionate kiss – no one thinks he’s pretending to have a girlfriend now, do they? People thought he had stolen your pics from some random girl’s IG account, but now they can see that his babe is real, and cute, brings him homemade meals for lunch, even lets him grope her ass through that dress. Look at you all sweet and flustered when he guides you inside to "show you where he works".

He might not have the luxury of his own office; if he did, he’d bend you over his desk and eat you for lunch. Gladly, you’re a bit of a pervert just like him, and won’t mind if he fucks you stupid someplace else... Because why else would you wear something like that to a military base if not to get fucked? Scheisse, you’re not even wearing panties under that dress...

He’ll stuff you inside some cabinet for a quickie: this is literally a dream come true and he’s going to enjoy it to the full. The others can listen to your tight whimpers, the clinks of his belt buckle as he gives you some heartfelt thanks for bringing him his lunch. You deserve a proper, good, thick thank you: taking care of him like the perfect little housewife that you are, letting him lift that fllmsy dress and rut you in some cleaning cabinet during his break.

They can watch you leave the building, bashful as you straighten your dress and adjust your shirt, with swollen lips and your usual drowsy, dreamy, fucked-out stare, hurrying past the gate before his thick spend trails down your leg. Like an angel escaping hell, you're right to rush away because if you stayed any longer, König would stuff you under his bunk and keep you there until he comes back <3

And it's true that they look at you, no one’s exactly surprised, but only one of them dares to whisper “Isn’t that the Colonel’s wife...?” as you hurry past.

#double trouble au #2 Königs 1 reader #teehee #könig x reader #könig x you #könig smut

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aspenthewriter · 5 months

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I don’t remember who the request was by but NSFW HC’s FOR VENEER

AGED UP‼️🔞

Fandom: Trolls 3/Band together

Warnings: nsfw, nsfw alphabet- that’s… that’s it-

Pairing: Veneer x Fem! Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's so gentle, he treats like a porcelain doll, he makes sure you're cleaned up, you're hydrated and fed.

If your shaking or your body hurts after, he's going to internally freak out but still make sure you calm down a bit. After that he’ll do the exact same things i mentioned before

He makes sure you're comfortable before he gives you any form of kisses and cuddles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands, he loves holding them, kissing them, loves it when you stroke his cock with them, etc.

He loves his mouth… he can do so much stuff with his mouth.. Kiss you, eat you out, etc, etc.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’ll cum on your stomach, your tongue, your face, in you, on your ass, anywhere tbh- he loves how you look covered in it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly likes it when you walk in on him jacking off… he just loves the look on your face when you see how pent up he is.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Veneer probably watched so much porn ,while he was going through puberty, that he knows exactly what he's doing- he doesn't have any experience exactly but he knows exactly how to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anyone where he can see your face, missionary, cowgirl, mating press, are his favorites

Oh he loves it when your tits bounce in his face while you ride him into oblivion.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

His mind is probably so foggy and flooded with images of you that he can't think straight- but the time where he can speak or think of anything then hes very goofy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed. He doesnt mind having hair down there, but he’d rather it be trimmed and maintained than it being all over the place.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He wont go as far as velvet but he will play music in the background, he’s pretty romantic at the beginning.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Once in a while he’ll masturbate/jack off- don’t know what else to put for this tbh-

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's definitely into bondage

he loves seeing you tied up ready to take him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’ll do it ANYWHERE- and i mean anywhere

Kitchen counter, vanity, desk, bedroom, bathroom, storage closet, ANYWHEREEEEE

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If your wearing a tight fitted (short) skirt and you bend over in front of him, and your panties are slightly showing…. He’s hard immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he’ll never hurt you, the thought of hurting you just makes her head spin (not in a good way)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving it but also loves receiving it

He loves the taste of your arousal, ‘s so sweet.

He loves, loves, loves the look in your eyes as you suck on his cock and take him so deep into your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s normal more gentle and slow

Unless your being a brat then he’s fucking the attitude right out of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he only likes quickies if they’re before a show, he probably started thinking of little scenarios while getting ready and a really nasty one popped in his mind so now he has to put those fantasies into reality.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s risky asf!

He will fuck you behind a building, in an empty office room, in the kitchen, etc.

As long as they’re risky.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last a whileeeee

10 round max (like an hour each round)

Really depends how long you can last

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Maybe like… a couple of vibrators that he can only control from his phone

He'll turn them on when he knows your wearing them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’ll be so unfair

he’ll edge you on until your practically begging for him to touch you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Whimpers and low groans but thats it

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’ll fuck you before an interview and then tell you to meet him in his dressing room after the interview for round 2.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A good 7 inches, it gets quite thick towards the middle, and a pointier tip (not like sharp but slimmer tip).

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?

Like medium-high? Its not too high but enough for you to fuck every other day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He makes sure you’re taken care of (washed up, comfortable, hydrated, eaten, all that good stuff) before he goes to bed

Usually falls asleep first

THIS WAS SO RUSHED OML-

I’m finally posting again :D

#trolls 3 #trolls band together #velvet and veneer #veneer x reader #trolls veneer

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devildomditzy · 1 year

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Pacts - Mammon x MC

part two of ?

haven’t read part one? start here!

done? finish the story here!

Tags: angst w/ eventual comfort, very small mention of blood/endangerment

author’s note + tag list at the end ❤️

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“And so you see, that’s why it is vitally important that when practicing seductive speechcraft, you annunciate your words very clearly, and -

blah

blah-”

Mammon stopped listening to this lecture awhile ago. In fact, he wasn’t even listening to begin with, how could he? His mind was too focused on you - mainly the fact that no matter how hard he looked around the House of Lamentation, he couldn’t find you, no hide nor hair. After you ran off, he walked towards the house, decidely not running after you. Setting off at a slow pace, he figured he’d give you some distance, some time to cool off. Upon his arrival, he knew he’d be the last demon in this place you’d want to speak to, but nevertheless, you’re his responsibility.

“Oi! Mc! Open up! C‘mon we can’t be late, Lucifer will light both our asses up,” he chides, knocking at your door three times. He waits a bit, only to be met with silence. “MC, I know yer in there, c’mon!”, he raises his voice, annoyance rising with each word. Still, nothing. He sighs, swallowing his pride. He knows what he has to do-

“Listen, if this is ‘bout what I said earlier I…I didn’t mean..i mean..its just…h-how childish can ya be, huh? Not answerin’s gunna get us both in trouble! Now come out!”

-but try as he might, he can’t do it. Why apologize? To the human of all people? The one who had the audacity to do something that caused his pact mark to show up there. Musta done it to make me look stupid to the others, he thinks to himself. Their idea of a joke.

Tired of talking to himself, he reaches a hand towards the doorknob and twists, surprised to find it unlocked. The second born walks into the center of the room, shoving his hands in his pockets. “If yer hidin’, ya can come out now. I’m gettin’ real tired of this game!”

After a minute of no response, Mammon thinks he may really be alone in the house’s guest room. He bends down to peer under your bed, finding it just as empty as the rest of your room. He tried the wardrobe with similar results.

He peeks into your closet, only to find various outfits you had picked up when Lucifer made him take you to Majolish in your first days here. He spots a jacket hanging in the corner.

That stupid jacket. The one you looked great in but weren’t convinced yourself. The one you timidly asked for his opinion on. The one that brought out the color in your eyes and made you smile to yourself in the mirror and kind of matched his own. The one he told you looked as bland as the rest of the stuff in your arms and that you were taking up to much of his time with just by asking a question. He remembers the hurt on your face, it was the same face you made to him this morning. He stares at it a beat too long before making to leave the room. He begins to feel an unpleasant anxiety in his stomach, and he can only assume it’s thanks to your disappearance. ‘M used to them bein’ around is all. Gotta find em before Lucifer freaks.

Now if you had a human from another realm wearing a royal demon academy uniform possibly harboring negative feelings towards their great, all powerful and totally breathtaking bodyguard, where would you put them? Mammon continues to repeat this question in his mind as he searches through the HOL’s most trafficked hangouts. Unfortunately for him, there was no sight of you in the kitchen, the foyer, the library, the common area, any of the bathrooms, the conservatory, or anywhere for that matter.

Annoyed, he takes out his D.D.D. and clicks on your most recent text thread with him.

Mammon: This is stupid! Where ya at!

Mammon: You said you were commin’ back to HOL, so why ain’t ya here?

Hearing the unmistakable ding of your D.D.D notification sound, he whips around to see where the sound came from, before realizing the source of the noise sat abandoned in the backpack around his shoulders. Tch.

Wish this dumb pact worked both ways, he thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. Why’d they have to be so difficult…

Why’d I have to go n’ open my stupid mouth.

With no way to contact you and no idea where you could be, Mammon storms off back to R.A.D. If Lucifer was gonna kill him for losing his new brat, he wasn’t gonna give him another reason to revive and kill him again by not showing up to school.

Which brings him to now, nervously shaking his leg while hiding his phone under the table, just in case one of his brothers texts him about you, or says anything about you. It begins to hit him, as he hears his professor drone on, that you’re human. A stupidly soft, extremely fragile, totally marked as food by demons other than the council, human.

What if while you were running back towards HOL, you got lost? What if while you were running back towards HOL, someone took you? What if while you were running away from him because everything he wants to say comes out wrong, someone hurt you.

He can’t take it anymore. He abruptly stands, practically running out of the classroom. “Young man, where do you think you’re going?”, the professor calls out to him, but Mammon chooses to ignore them, slamming the classroom door behind him. He needs to find you, and fast. He needs to know that you’re okay. He needs to protect you, because Lucifer told him to. He needs to protect you, because he wants to protect you.

Pacing in the hallway, he knows what he has to do, but doesn’t know if he has the strength to do it. “Dammit!”, he mutters as he clicks on the chat on his phone that contains all his siblings minus Lucifer.

Mammon: Have any of ya seen the human?

Levi: Us? Weren’t you supposed to be watching them?

Asmo: Oh dear! Don’t tell me you ran them off already!

Satan: How did you manage to lose a whole creature, let alone one that can talk and communicate exactly alike us?

Levi: Lol

Beel: I haven’t seen them. I’ll let you know if I do.

Mammon: Thanks, Beel. At least one of ya are helpful.

Asmo: That’s sad! I was soooo hoping I’d get a turn to play with them <3

Mammon: Can it, Asmodeus!

Satan: Pulling out the full names? You must really be upset.

Levi: Can’t you just text them?

Mammon: I can’t. They...forgot their phone in their room like some idiot.

Satan: My my, stealing from the exchange student already, are we?

Mammon: I didn’t steal nothin’ from ‘em. They just don’t have their phone on them, okay!?

Levi: Have you checked purgatory hall?

Purgatory hall…

Purgatory hall!

How could he be so stupid! Of course! Where else would a human run to when demons have hurt them? To the angels!

He moves faster than he has in a long time, not since the fall, until he finds himself in front of the door to the angel’s and shady sorcerer’s shared dorm room.

A raises a fist to knock but before he can, the door creeks open to reveal a smiling Simeon. Damn angel intuition. Though he beams brightly, the smile does not reach his eyes. He looks a bit sad, and maybe even…disappointed? “Mammon. We’ve been expecting you.”, Simeon courteously bows his head.

“Yea yea hey to you too ‘n all that. Listen, is the human here?”, Mammon questions while nervously drumming his fingers against his thigh. Simeon’s expression softens at the mention of you. “Why yes, they are, but they have been in brighter moods before. Would you care to come in and speak with them?”

Mammon peers around Simeon’s form in the door frame to see you sitting on one of the common room’s couches next to Luke. The chihuahua pours you some more tea from a pot on the table as you wipe at your eyes. The puffy redness under them tells him all he needs to know. He’d made you cry.

In that moment, his mind screams at him. He was awful. He was a scumbag. He was every horrible thing his brothers and those money hungry witches called him combined and-

“Mammon?”, your small voice rings out. Simeon steps aside and gestures for him to enter the room. It takes his mind a minute to catch up to his movements, but after a brief stutter he enters, walking towards your hunched over frame.

Simeon is quick to follow him, calling out to Luke, “Why don’t we go see Barbatos? If he’s not busy, we can see about learning that new recipe you’ve been looking forward to?”

“Yeah!”, Luke excitedly cheers, face falling when he turns back to you, “But-but MC is so sad! We can’t just leave them like this! I swear when I find out who made them cry, I’m gonna give them the what for!”

You give a small chuckle at the little angel’s antics. It’s the same smile that makes Mammon’s stomach fill with butterflies. Gah!- He hates that feeling. He doesn’t know what to do about it. How to make it go away.

“I’m fine Luke, I swear. I just had a rough morning is all. Go with Simeon, I’ve got to get back to class anyway.”

Luke looks to you, then to Mammon, before landing on Simeon. “What’s he doing here?”

“Could ask ya the same thing, Chihuahua!”, Mammon laughs before ruffling Luke’s hat into his hair, much at the angel’s dismay.

“I am NOT a CHIHUAHUA!”, he yells, increasingly becoming more red in the face. Simeon brings a hand to his mouth to hold back a laugh.

“Come along Luke, let’s give them some space. Solomon’s out, so please lock the door behind you when you leave,” Simeon gracefully states while taking Luke’s hand, guiding him out of the room. Before he leaves, he turns and winks at Mammon in a not so secretively way, as you catch it too. The action makes Mammon growl, but pulls another giggle out of you. The sound makes the butterflies stronger.

Mammon awkwardly stands in front of you, almost willing you to speak, like he was the one owed an apology. He shuffles his weight side to side, from one foot to the other before cramming his hands into his pockets. You shyly look away from him, but still reach a hand out to pat the cushion next to you, motioning for him to sit down. Stupid human, still nice to me when ya supposed to be mad. Despite his thoughts, he takes your offer, tense as he carefully sits next to you like a statue.

You both sit in silence for awhile, basking in each other’s presences. He wants to say something, anything to break the suffocating atmosphere you’ve both created here, but he can’t find the words. How can he when every time he looks at you his mind goes blank and his heart yearns to spill.

“Listen, I-” “You know-”

“You go first, Mammon”, you yield, allowing the second born to continue.

“Runnin’ off like that in the middle of the Devildom is dangerous! It’s crazy for a lower level demon, let alone some ballsy human. What would I woulda done if all I found of ya was a pile of bones? A trail of yer blood? Huh?” I thought I lost you.

“I-I can handle myself just fin-”

“Clearly. Is that why you went and made a pact with a demon? One of hell’s lords? Cause ya can handle everything by yerself? Cause ya so big and strong by yerself?” I’m supposed to protect you.

“T-that’s not fair, Levi coerced me-”

“And then ya ran to the angels when you were upset? Whadda they have that we don’t? What can they do that we can’t?” What can they do for you that I can’t.

“You said our pact mark was a blemish-”

“It is! Who the hell would want the symbol of some good for nuthin’, money grubbin’ scumbag like me on their heart! It should be Lucifer’s, o-or Beel’s, or…someone else. Anyone else.” I’m not worthy of you.

“Mammon,” your voice shakes, but remains sickly sweet. You place a hand over top his. His face shoots up to meet your gaze. The butterflies are swarming like crazy.

“If you hate our pact that much, if you hate where the sigil formed that much, let’s ask Lord Diavolo how to break it-”

“NO!”, Mammon shoots up to his feet, running a hand through his hair to calm his nerves. He can hear a similar waver in his own voice. “No, no that’s not what I meant. Tch! Why doesn’t it ever come out right! I swear when it comes ta you i just-”, Mammon sighs, trying to calm himself down. His face is beet red, he just knows it and father, do you have to look at him like that? With a face full of kindness and concern and love for him, the expression that you only give him and none of his brothers and none of the angels and none of the royals and no one else but him.

“MC, do ya know what it means when a pact mark forms there?”

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Author’s Note: Gaaaah!!! Thank you all so much for your response on this series! It’s been kinda insane! I’m really thankful for all your notes and I’ve read every tag that was left for me. You’re all so sweet! This should have at the very least one more part, so please let me know if you want to be a part of the tag list for part 3!

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hopelesswritergall · 6 months

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“Take a hat, give a ride.”

CW: p in v unprotected, riding crop, a lot of degradation, a bit dumbificiation, oral sex both ends, fingering, name calling. Afab reader lmk if I missed stuff!

Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii (I’m becoming an Aegon girly more every day, your fics are a big reason) @daenerysapologist @aemondtarqaryens @howyouloveyourdragon @simp-aholic lmk if you want to be added!! @queen--kenobi

Aegon was the cowboy that was a worker on your parent’s ranch. If he wasn’t looking after the cattle, he was teaching you how to ride a horse.

You were walking alongside him around the property when you suddenly grabbed his cowboy hat and placed it firmly on your head. Aegon stopped in his tracks, grinning smugly as he turned to look at you.

“My beautiful girl...” He sighed, “Now you’ve got some riding to do, and not the kind you do on a horse.” He purred. He knew you didn’t know the cowboy hat rule. He planned to use this to his advantage.

“What’s a..cowboy hat rule? That’s what you said right?”

“Oh darling, aren’t you aware yet?” Shaking his head, Aegon chuckled."If you were to wear someone else's cowboy hat, it means you have to give them a ride," he explained. “And since you just took my hat… I’m sure you can put one and two together.”

“Oh..OH! Well I guess it is the rule after all..” You said, not really minding it. You have wanted to fuck him since you first saw him working on the farm, with no shirt on. You saw the swear in his chest.. that moment had made you hornier than anything ever could have before.

He led her to the stable before anyone could see their interaction. Once inside the stable he made sure to lock it. He wanted her, the ‘innocent’ daughter of his boss. Innocent his ass. He heard her in her room one time, moaning out his name as she fucked that toy. That thing was nothing compared to him. He’d make her scream his name, beg him to fill her up. Make her his own little breeding mare, he’d show her.

Aegon led her to a more secluded area, being surrounded by hay bales and pushed her against the wall. He started to touch her breasts through her blouse. When all out of nowhere he went to her pussy. Slowly tracing her folds through her jeans.

“You want this don’t you? Always wanted me, you dirty little slut. I hear you every time you fuck yourself. Moaning out my name like the whore you are.” He growled lowly while still teasing you.

“Please.. I want you.” You were already begging for him. How cute.

“Pathetic slut, but don’t worry.. you’ll get what you deserve.”

He started to unbutton her pants and slide them off completely, tossing them aside. He licked his finger before going back to your entrance still covered by panties. He pushed his finger against it and loved seeing you in agony. He was pleasing you, just not as fast and as much as you’d want right now,

You started to grind against his fingers, wanting more pleasure.

“What’s this? Do you want more? Does the little slut want more?”

“Y-yes.. please..”

“As you wish” With that he tore your panties and what was left he slid it off.

“Spread your legs for me.” Aegon commanded. You couldn’t help but obey, wanting him to touch you everywhere.

Aegon had a look in his eyes that could only mean on thing. You were about to get the best time of your life.

He knelt down and started to tease you by licking your thighs before moving on to your cunt. He started slowly, just going up and down. But he varied it with sucking at your clit, adding a finger or going inside with his tongue. Anything to give you pleasure, to eventually make you scream his name.

You moaned as he sucked at your clit, his touch gave you goosebumps.

“Oh god..” you said as you were whimpering at his touch,

“That’s it love. Cum for me, make a mess.” He teased her. With two fingers he found her G-Spot and kept hitting it while he teased her clit. The moaning became louder as pleasure came in overload.

“Cum for me.” Aegon said, more demanding this time. With one final push against her G-spot, you arched your back and cried out with ecstasy as you had your first climax of that day.

“That’s right, so obedient for me…” Aegon said as he was licking your cunt that was dripping with juice.

“You taste like heaven.” He licked his lips.

Aegon smiled triumphantly as he pulled away. "But now my darling it is my turn," he growled, undoing his jeans and freeing his thick erection.

“What, you didn’t think you’d be the only one getting pleasure now would you?” Aegon said while stroking his erection.

“N-no of course not… it’s only fair..”

“Right, come on, make yourself useful. On your knees.” He commanded you. You felt the need to please him, after all he did just gave you an amazing orgasm.

"Open wide," he ordered, pushing the head of his erection past your parted lips and into your waiting mouth. He groaned at the feeling of your lips around his member. He increased the pace and his own climax didn’t take long. He erupted all into your mouth.

“Swallow it.” Aegon said while grabbing your chin making you look up to him while swallowing.

“Good girl.” Was the praise that followed after you showed your empty mouth.

“Now let us get to the fun part.”

“Do you trust me?” Aegon asked as he eyed some rope hanging around a screw on the wall. As you followed his gaze you knew what he wanted to do. You were open to it, wanting to try new things. “Yes, I do.”

He grabbed a riding crop. He ran the crop down your back making you feel the leather. He ran it over your crotch and ran the tip of the crop lightly over your wet folds. As you let out a noise of enjoyment he swatted the crop so it came down on your clit.

“Do you like how the crop feels?” Aegon asked while checking for any signs of discomfort or resistance.

“M-mhm I-I do Aeg.. I-it’s just a lot.” You said lost in the pleasure.

“Mmm that’s good.” He replied with a satisfied grin.

He used the crop with carefulness and precision , hitting just the right spot to send waves of pleasure flowing through your body while not causing actual harm.

You whimpered as the crop danced across your sensitive skin, driving you wild with desire.

"Such a pretty little slut," Aegon murmured, trailing the tip of the crop along your inner thighs before returning to your swollen clit.

"You love being treated like this, don't you?" he asked, knowing full well that there was no way you could deny it after what he just saw.

You nodded weakly, unable to speak due to the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Good," Aegon continued, increasing the pressure on your clit with the crop, causing you to cry out in ecstasy.

"Now spread your legs wider for me," he commanded, and you complied without hesitation.

“Please Aegon! Just take me! I need you inside of me! Please I need you to fill me, to complete me!” You were begging him by now, he liked to see you in this state, begging him to please you, for him to take what’s his.

“Awww does my little slut want my cock? Does she?” He teased you

You whimpered, unable to form words as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. You barely managed to nod.

That was all the confirmation he needed, he drove his hips forward and pushed his length into your tight entrance with one swift motion.

You cried out with pleasure at the feeling of being filled by his massive cock.

"Good girl," he growled, gripping your hips as he began to move inside you at a rapid speed.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him tightly as he fucked you without mercy or any signs of stopping.

"Such a filthy little slut," Aegon whispered near your ear, the action making you shiver with goosebumps, kissing your neck and biting your fragile skin.

"You love it when I fill you up, don’t you? My personal little slut" He grabbed your throat while pounding into you.

Aegon withdrew from you, before slamming right back in with full force. Making her cry out and hold onto him for support.

"You're mine now," he growled, "my little slut to do with as I please."

You moaned audibly , not able to contain your pleasure as Aegon continued to pound into you relentlessly.

"Say it," Aegon demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

You hesitated for a moment before finally admitting.

"Yours," you whispered, your voice barely being heard, but it was enough for Aegon.

Aegon grinned, knowing he had broken you completely.

"That's right," he growled, increasing his pace even further

"Such a good little slut," Aegon added, smirking as he felt your walls clench around his huge cock.

"Just like I knew you would be. Always teasing me with those short shorts and tiny tops. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Aegon grinned wickedly, feeling your walls clench around his cock as you climaxed.

“There we go, my little slut. Does this feel better?” He made sure that despite the degradation you were in fact still enjoying it. He wouldn’t have continued without it.

He felt his own climax coming

“Gonna fill you up nice and sweet, how does that sound? Something you can wrap your pretty little brain around?”

“M-mhm! Want you to.” That was the green light he needed and he came inside. He stayed inside for just a tad longer before pulling out.

“You were so good for me love.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. He grabbed some tissues he had in the stable and cleaned you up to the best of his abilities without touching your now even more sensitive cunt.

“You’ve earned the hat my love. It’s all yours.”

#x reader #hotd x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #aegon targaryen x you #hotd smut #aegon targaryen smut #modern!aegon targaryen #modern hotd #cowboy #cowboy au

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courtingchaos · 1 year

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Pure Academia

Pairing: Older Professor!Eddie x Older Reader

Summary: You and Eddie get to have a little alone time in his office.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Not really a warning, but Eddie is 56 and reader is in their 30's, do with that what you will. Soft dom stuff if you squint, a little drinking. (18+ NSFW)

A/N: Hey besties, this is another one for @newlips milestone of love. I promise it's the last one, I just had a stroke of luck happen these past few days and was able to get these out. I rolled a 15 on @word-wytch list and got Professor!Eddie! There's like a lot of hands in mouths in this, I'm obviously going through something. Have fun out there kids!

“You get dinner without me?”

He can see you sitting with your legs crossed, perched on the edge of his desk in the shadow of his dim office. He was sure he’d left the lights on when he left.

“Why are you hiding in the dark?” When he pulls the door closed behind him, he makes sure to click the lock. Goes to flip the light switch and you let out an ‘ah!’, clicking your tongue at him.

“Did that on purpose. I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?”

“We’re celebrating.”

“Oh we are?”

“Mhm.” The ambient light from outside casts through the blinds and over you. He can make out your outstretched arm, beckoning finger curling towards him. He smiles at you but doesn’t move forward, just takes his jacket off and hangs it on the hook behind the door.

“What are we celebrating?”

“I just filed my paperwork for graduation.”

He knows this, saw the email you CC’d him on before he left earlier.

“Oh did you now?”

You drop your hand and he takes a few steps forward, notices the open bottle of wine beside you, your shoes on the floor. His eyes trail up your bare feet swinging a little over the side of the desk, calves flexing with the movement.

“Is that a new dress?” He’s got his hands in his pockets so you don’t see him clenching his fists. So you don’t see how quickly he’s falling for this little display.

“Bought it this morning.” You sound so proud, and you should be. 7 years of school finally done, masters degree in your clutches. He thinks you deserve all the things you want actually, damn the price.

Takes those final few steps, reaches out to run a finger over your bare knee. You circle his wrist and huff through your nose, playing with the leather banded watch there.

“It looks good. Is this what you’re gonna wear under your gown?”

“Nope. This one’s just for you.” You look up at him through your lashes, eyes heavy and shining. You’re not drunk but you’ve obviously started the party without him.

Your hand trails up his arm from his wrist, fingertips tracing over all the ink there. Stopping at the rolled cuff of his button up you slide your fingers under to gently grip at his elbow. “I saw it and thought of you.” Rubbing your fingers softly over his skin, your other hand moves to slide the hem up your thigh a little more, the black silk cool against you.

It’s a slinky little thing, just long enough to cover your ass, the back wide open and dipping low. It clings to your shoulders with thin straps and drapes down low in the front to show off your deep cleavage. His eyes have been roaming all over you since he walked in, taking in your body under the cling of the silk. He dances his fingers up your thigh to clutch at the soft skin there. Watches your eyelashes flutter.

“You think about me when you buy pretty things?” Voice deep and hushed he’s moved fully into your space now, breath ghosting over your cheek. You uncross your legs so you can scoot closer and cage his hips in with your knees. He keeps a grip on your thigh and you wish he’d just grab you up to him already.

“Always.”

“Just me?”

“Only you.” The smirk on your face has him blushing while you move to unbutton his shirt, your fingers making him giddy and he feels like he’s 20 again and fumbling around in the dark for the first time.

Only you.

He pulls his hands from your body, only to still yours at his buttons.

“What?” You look a little confused, tilt your head at him and continue smirking.

He pauses to smile back at you, eyes crinkling at the corners, taking a moment to just hold your hands in his.

You can feel his heartbeat under his shirt, can feel it speed up a little when he smiles down at you and he’s just so handsome. You’ve seen photos of him in his 20’s and while you know you would have still fallen for him then, it can’t compare to now. The low light catches the silver shot through his dark brown hair, curls pulled back loose behind him. He’s covered in tattoos, though all placed to be hidden under a collar and cuffs.

‘Such is the life of an English professor.’

The rings on his hands are more subtle now, more expensive, where they sit warm on yours. He’s a lot more put together, more presentable. Any time you’ve said that he pulls a face, crosses his eyes and sticks his tongue out at you.

‘Only at work, Ed.’

The time you two spend alone outside of his office is sacred, no peerage around to stare and ask questions. No students knocking his office door down with questions that have answers in the syllabus.

He’s relaxed and goofy; comfortable and engaged.

Most importantly unbuttoned, which you set to work at again while his eyes roam your face. You can feel a blush starting to form at the crux of your chest. It blossoms up and over your neck, behind your ears. It isn’t just the wine making your neck hot, mostly it’s his intense stare keeping track of your movements. His hands fall and slide up to your hips, inching the already short slip further up. His thumbs nearly brush each other, hands splayed so wide across the tops of your thighs and when he swipes them up under the hem, he lets out a huff. Glances down and back up at you. “No underwear?”

You shake your head and grin, cheeks rosy and eyes glittering. “Told you I had a surprise.”

Untucking his shirt to finally pull it off and throw it on the chair behind him, immediately trying to work your hands up inside his undershirt to touch his stomach.

He’s all soft skin and softer belly, a thing he admonishes you for liking so much. You make it a point every time he rolls his eyes, to show him just how much it means to you. Tracing all his tattoos across his chest down to his hips, fingertips light and lips heavier, especially around the big scars that litter his body. He’s never fully explained, doesn’t need to for you to see how much they bother him so it’s no problem, your pleasure in fact, to remind him just how handsome he is.

With your hands busy trailing hot across his chest he takes his opportunity to pull your hem up fully and hold the bunched fabric against your hip in his left hand. His right glides up between your thighs and he runs his index finger lightly up the middle of you. It makes you shiver, eyes falling shut for a moment. He does it again, this time slipping three fingers in to flutter through your folds and up and over your clit. Your nails dig in lightly at his pecks and he’s in love with the little noises you’re making.

He keeps up the movement, gentle and light and repetitive until you’ve dropped your forehead on his chest, breath hot and damp against the cotton of his shirt. You can feel the laugh rumble out of him but you’re too busy watching his fingers move deftly between your legs to say anything.

“You watchin’ me?” He leans his head down, whispers it into your hair and digs his left hand in a little tighter to your hip.

“Yes.” You breath out, dropping your hands to grip at his belt to try and pull him closer. He won’t budge but he does bump your knee with his thigh, suggesting you open your legs wider. His fingers keep their light pace but only over your clit, the three fingers strumming over and over and you’d like to make a joke about not being one of his hollow bodies but it dies on your tongue when he tips your chin up to look at him.

Thumb running over your bottom lip, he pulls at it and leans in for a soft kiss. You let out a moan and he swallows it, takes the opportunity to sink two fingers into you and you buckle. His hand moves from your chin to your jaw to hold you in place while he curls his fingers upwards and there it is. He watches your eyes roll back, sees the shudder that rolls through your shoulders.

You want to drop your head back and whine but he’s got a grip on you, gives your head a little shake.

“Hey, look at me.”

You bring your attention back to his face. His words are soft, tone quiet but the pressure from his hand keeps you still. Forces you to stare at him. He keeps eye contact and pulls your face closer so your lips ghost over each other, breath spilling between you two while he speeds up his movements. The slick sound of his fingers working you open fill the quiet of his office, your whimpers swallowed up by his mouth hovering.

“You look beautiful baby.” He murmurs, slowing down his hand to drag his fingertips along that sensitive spot deep in your cunt, grinds the heel of his palm up against your clit. Your breath hitches in your chest with his movements but you smile, a quiet ‘thank you’ whispered up at him.

His hand wanders from your jaw to hold the back of your neck and pin you in place, keeping you as still as he can when he moves his fingers faster. He can feel you clenching around him, can hear how close you’re getting. Between the near constant whine coming out of you and the grip you have on his belt he knows to pull back his hand. It takes a second for you to register, devastated, that he’s stopped.

“Ed?”

“You think I’m just going to finger you on my desk like we’re freshmen?”

God, you were so close, he can see it in the glazed over confusion in your eyes.

“I don’t care it felt good.” A quiver of your bottom lip, impatience laced in your words.

“Oh I know baby, I’m sorry.” He coos at you. Runs the middle finger of his right hand, the one soaked in you, across your bottom lip. He wants to pinch the plushness between his fingers and pull it down, watch it pop back into place. Ed loves your mouth, all of it, but especially your lips. Soft and warm and pink-

Your tongue snakes out and wraps around his finger, drawing it in. The soft velvet of your mouth reminds him of where those fingers were a moment ago and he pushes his ring finger in too. You moan around his hand and while he’s distracted you finally get his belt undone, whipping it out of the loops and sending it clattering beside you.

The hand on your neck tightens, “Do you taste good? Hm?” There’s a breathlessness to him now watching you suck on his fingers. “Gonna let me have a taste?”

He pulls his hand away with a wet pop from your lips. Where you think he’ll come in for a kiss he instead drops down to his knees, both hands kneading at the sensitive inside of your thighs. A last glance upward before he dives in to run the full flat of his tongue up your sex and over your clit. A gasp and a throaty laugh escape you and you thread a hand into his hair, pulling out the tie to let his curls loose. They’re soft where they fall against your legs and Ed shakes his head against you. The light dusting of stubble on his jaw scratches, a burn that you relish, and the contrast of it and his firm tongue put you right back on the precipice.

“Ed-Eddie oh my god I missed you today.” You’re talking, trying to keep your focus so this isn’t all over too soon. You can feel him smile before he changes it up, licking up to suck on your clit. “Oh fuck-k me.”

“Plan on it.” He mumbles against your skin. You have to lean back on your free hand so you don’t topple over off the desk. From this new angle you can watch him over your chest, his dark eyes flicking up to you when you shift back. One of his big hands slides up your dress and yanks down on the fabric. He only breaks the suction on you to tell you to move the straps of the dress.

“Don’t want to rip this.”

Shimmying the top down to bunch at your waist, his hand finds your skin again, rough pads of his fingers skate over your nipple and you jump slightly. When he pinches one your head rolls back and you finally get to let out that whine. He takes that as a cue and brings his fingers back, circling your entrance to tease before dipping back in.

That’s all it takes, one little brush upwards. Your hand in his hair tightens and pulls and his eyes roll back in his head. His senses full of you when your thighs squeeze around his ears and you gush on his fingers, taste as sweet as ever.

He lets off of you sensitive bud with a pop, a shiver going up your spine when he keeps pumping his fingers in and out.

“Eddie, I th-thought we-we weren’t fresh-man.” You stutter at him, overstimulated, hand coming from behind you to wind between your legs, grabbing his wrist in a weak attempt to stop him.

“No, but you just feel so god damn good.” His voice is husky and he punctuates his statement with a final deep flutter of his fingers. Pulls them out and wiggles them in your face.

“Open.”

You’re breathing heavy, hand still wrapped in his hair. You stare hard at him before opening your mouth again, eyelids drooping when he places three fingers on your tongue.

“Close.”

He doesn’t need to tell you to suck.

You thought he was done with you but his tongue is wicked when he licks at your cunt again, tip dipping in to taste. The groan vibrates out of him and you clench down. Thighs tight around his head, teeth digging into his knuckles.

A few more broad tongued laps at you and he stands up, keeps his fingers in your mouth. Your hand drops from his head; wild eyes follow his movements where he leans over to grab the wine bottle. He takes a swig, eyes never leaving yours. He moves his fingers in your mouth and raises an eyebrow.

Keep sucking.

You do and he takes another sip. Pulls the bottle down to squint at it in the dark, to mutter.

“Need my fucking glasses…this my Sullivan Merlot?”

You shake your head and mumble around his hand ‘no I bought it this morning.’ Ed nods like he understood you.

“Well it pairs well with you, don’t you think?”

A nod from you, a chuckle from him. One last sip and he sets the bottle down and removes his fingers suddenly.

“Oh…”

“Hold on babe.” He undoes his pants and pushes them down with his underwear just past his hips. Your breathing has picked up again at the sight of him, the tattoos on his thighs just peeking out over the band of his boxers. Cock heavy and flushed, he uses the hand covered in your spit to squeeze at the fat head before sliding back down, languidly giving himself a few strokes.

“You know I’m proud of you, right?” He grins at you watching him stroke himself. Knows he’s got you right where he wants you. “Baby?”

“Yea.” Your eyes snap up to his. Soft hands grab for him and he lets you take over, a low groan when you wrap around his length. Your other hand grips his balls and the groan gets louder, longer.

“Good girl.”

You love watching him break down like this. When he has to lean forward into you, hands braced on either side of your hips while you move your hand up and down. The subtle rocking of his hips. You try to lean your head down to spit on his cock but a firm ‘no’ makes you look back up at him.

“C’mere.” Big hands pull you towards the edge, almost off the desk and he uses one to move your own hands off of him. With nothing to grab, they fall on his shoulders and wind up in his locks again to tug.

“Keep doing that.”

Another pull and he slides the fat head of his cock against your folds and over your abused clit. It makes you gasp and he does it again a few times to feel your legs shake and jump around him. He taps your knee and you wrap your thighs around him.

He sinks in like he’s never left, you both sigh like it’s been years. Fingers flex at his scalp and his eyes roll back again, snaps his hips back to slam into you. It punches out a cry and he knows he’s hitting you deep, feels how quick you squeeze down on him.

“Jesus you feel amazing.”

“Ed please move.” Your heels dig into his lower back and a hand moves down his front, splaying flat against his stomach. He rolls his hips again and watches your mouth fall open on a silent whimper.

“Like that?”

You nod, hand scrambling to ruck the hem of his shirt up. Hot palm against his hot skin where it runs up and over the edge of one of the old scars.

One last snap of his hips before he brings his right hand up to stuff fingers back on your tongue. Your laugh turns into a moan turns into something garbled around his hand when he starts fucking into you. Holding you in place with a hand planted behind you and the one gripping your jaw, he looses himself in you for a while.

You pull at his hair when you feel yourself getting close again, another orgasm waiting to burn through you but it doesn’t slow him down. Mumbled string of his name in your already full mouth you go stiff for a moment and then loose, a long cry pitching high and whiny and he pulls you closer. He’s relentless, his cock hitting deep on every stroke and he starts to feel the building of his own release.

Drops his head into the crook of your neck and kisses wherever he can reach. When he feels your jaw unclench he moves his hand to cradle your head, moves up your neck and to your swollen lips. You pull at him again, strands still wound around your fist, and he kisses you hard. Slips his tongue between your teeth and you taste like merlot and your own spend and he can hear himself desperately whimpering. He barely registers it, the stutter of his movements before it sneaks up on him.

Your nails drag across his skin and his scar, the tugging on the back of his head and he’s undone. Eyes squeezing shut, a muttered ‘fuck fuck fuck’ punctuating the rock of his hips where he comes deep in you, can feel you pulling him in tighter with your legs.

When the ringing of his ears starts to fade he feels your hands warm against his face, your lips dotting kisses.

“I love you Ed.” Whispered against the bridge of his nose. “You’re so good to me.” Against the lines around his eyes. “Thank you thank you thank you.” Against the underside of his jaw, up against the slowing pulse point.

He’s trying to catch his breath and stay close to you. Fully enjoying the soft doting of you while he comes back down to earth.

He notices his knees first, the ache creeping the same way his back probably will soon. There’s a reason you two are always in a bed when you do this.

“Hey, come back here with me.” He pulls out of you, hissing slightly, and leans back to fall into the plush visitor chair behind him. Waves a hand at you to follow. When you stand you let the dress fall off your hips and Eddie halfheartedly wolf whistles.

“You know, if I wasn’t such a fucking old man I’d say that’d set me up for round two.” It’s self depreciating, his own ageism against himself.

“You need like two hours and you’re ready to go again. No big deal.” You wave him off and climb into his lap, legs draped over the arm of the chair and tucked up under his chin.

“Two hours and a blue pill.”

“Oh you mean your aleve?”

He swats at your exposed tit and you yelp. Call him a dick and he just sticks his tongue out at you. A few minutes of bickering and you shut him up with a kiss.

“Now’s the time to ask for a really nice graduation present.” He thinks he’s funny. You don’t know it but he’s got your copy of the key to his brownstone in his desk. Got a nice little box and everything. Put his own masters degree to good use and wrote you a good long letter about moving in and on with him.

You fiddle with the watch on the arm that's wrapped around you. Cheeky, you ask, “Can I get a matching Breitling?”

“You know Steve got me that for my 50th, right?”

“Okay, can Steve get me a matching one?”

Eddie laughs and pulls you close again, your nose nestled against his throat.

"I'll ask him."

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson #newlipsmilestoneoflove #My Work #My Fic #Professor Munson

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dira333 · 4 months

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When I felt like I was an old cardigan - Aomine x Reader

@shoulmate this was so much fun!!!

Your head’s pounding, the sliver of sunlight peaking through the blinds too bright for your eyes. You press them closed again, sink further into the bed.

What happened last night? You had gone out with friends - if you could call them that already - only to end up at some house party with bad music and awful drinks.

You remember Tano pressing a cup into your hands, the drink spilling onto your shirt.

“Drink up, buttercup.” He’d said, grinning in a way that made unease coil in your stomach.

“What is it?” You had asked, stumbling a bit when someone bumped into your back. More of the drink spilled onto your shirt - you should probably say goodbye to it now, those stains would never come out - and your hands and you sucked some of it from your fingers only to look up and come face to face with none other than the Aomine Daiki.

He looked hungry, in a way only he could. Like he was starving and you were the T-Bone he’d been dreaming about.

“Not cool, Bro.” You heard Tano say and turned your head, hoping it would get Aomine’s attention away from you.

“What?” You asked Tano and his head snapped back to you, his disgruntled expression morphing back into the smile you had learned to loathe. It never looked real and if you were being honest, it just made him look more like a Wannabe Tax Evader.

“Nothing. How’s your Iced Tea?”

“It’s Iced Tea?” You ask and take a sip. It doesn’t taste like any Iced Tea brand you know but it’s good, way better than the awful bottle of beer Kaba-chan had urged you to drink earlier. Apparently, it made you look better to guys if you were drinking beer instead of Soda. One sip in you had decided that you’d rather look awful than drink any more of that piss-flavored stuff…

Something’s rustling next to you. A deep voice, gravely with sleep, cuts through the Silence. “Couldn’t you have slept a little longer?”

You shriek, try to move away but fail, your legs tangled in the blankets, your coordination way off. You land heavily, legs still on the bed, your ass on the floor. You can hear movement, and try to untangle yourself all while registering that you’re wearing your underwear - thank God - and a black shirt that’s way too big on you. Oh god, did you sleep with someone? Please don’t let it be Tano!

A head of dark blue hair pops up. You choke on your breath as Aomine glares down at you.

“It’s way too early for that shit. Go back to sleep.”

“I.” You peep. He narrows his eyes at you. For half a second you think he might have mercy on you, register how out of your depth you’re feeling, and show some compassion.

But no. With one swift motion, he puts his arm under your knees and pulls you up as if you’d weigh nothing. You swing into him, your chest colliding with his shoulder.

You squeak helplessly, again when he drops down himself, pulling you with him.

His bed is soft, absorbing the impact of your fall. When you cautiously turn your head, Aomine’s eyes are already closed again. His hold on you has not loosened though, one arm still wrapped around your knees.

Does he really think you’ll just fall asleep again?

“There’s Aspirin on my nightstand.” He speaks up when you don’t stop staring at him. He’s got a ridiculously pretty nose, something you only notice now that his eyes are closed.

You’ve always thought that his eyes were his best feature, a deep blue that you could get lost in. You’d noticed it the first time you’d crossed paths in the hallway but it’s not like you couldn’t have noticed. Not with the way everyone whispered whenever he was in the room.

Aomine Daiki, the Aomine Daiki, part of the Generation of Miracles, who had played in the famous Team Vorpal Swords. He could have gone Pro right after High School and the fact that he had decided to grace College with his presence still had many of your fellow students speechless.

“Did we-?” You ask, unable to keep quiet any longer now that his grip on you has loosened and you’ve managed to take the pill and drink half a glass of water. “Did we… you know…?”

“I don’t need to make people drunk for that.” He points out, eyes still closed. His brows are furrowed now and you wonder if he’s mad that you asked.

“Well excuse me that I asked.” You’re not in the mood to play nice with him. Not in a situation like this where everything is still pretty much possible. “But waking up in a stranger's bed without my clothes isn’t exactly reassuring. Not to mention that I don’t remember how I even got here.”

Aomine’s eyes open, lock directly onto you. Your breath catches a little at the sight, but you fight against the very real threat of drowning in them.

You don’t look away though, partly because you feel he wouldn’t take you seriously if you did.

He smirks.

“You couldn’t hold your liquor. That guy you were with was trying to tug you outside, but you didn’t want to go with him. You made a mad dash through the house like a rabbit on speed. It was very impressive, especially after you slipped through Murasakibara’s hands like a wet snail only to clamber all over me. You puked all over my shirt.”

“I did not!”

“Did too.” He grins, ridiculous white teeth a stark contrast against his tan skin. Your heart beats so hard against your ribcage that you fear he can see it.

“Okay, say I believe you.” You put on your best You’re-talking-shit-face. “What happened after that? My puking skills enamored you to the point you just had to take me home?”

“Exactly that.”

You narrow your eyes and he laughs, that deep belly laugh kind that makes him look ten years younger and ten times more adorable. Which is weird, because Aomine Daiki and adorable should not appear in the same sentence together without the word “not” in between.

“Baka-gami was mad that you puked. He blamed me for it and kicked both of us out. I wanted to make sure you got home safe, especially because that guy you refused to go home with was still lingering around. But you weren’t willing to tell me your address. So I brought you here. You’re welcome.”

“And why am I wearing your shirt?”

“Because it’s clean and you were not. You’re welcome.”

You muster him for a second longer before you falter.

“Thank you.” You manage to get out and he nods, patting the mattress.

“Good. Now get back to sleep. It’s way too early to be awake.”

“I could just go home.”

“Or you could take a nap. And then, in a few hours, when we both resemble human beings, we can go out for breakfast.”

You choke on your spit. “What? Why?”

He furrows his brows. “That’s not how you answer when someone asks you on a date.”

You’re slack-jawed now. This can’t be happening.

Before he can say more you lean forward and pinch his cheek, hard.

He slaps your hand away, brows furrowed even more now.

“What was that for?”

“Just checking if you’re real.”

“I am real.”

“Well, now I know. But you’re probably still half-drunk from last night. That’s it.” You nod to yourself. “Residual alcohol. It’s okay. You can go back to sleep. When you wake up everything will be normal again.”

This could have worked. Maybe. With someone other than Aomine.

Seconds later you’re on your back, with him hovering above you.

He reminds you of a panther, that way, a giant, dangerous cat.

But there’s something in his eyes that suggests that you’re not the mouse in this equation. Not when he lowers himself, curls himself around you so casually, until his head is resting heavily on your stomach, a warm weight that won’t let you go anywhere in the next hours.

“I’ll explain later.” He grumbles from where he’s snuggled into your stomach. He yawns. “Just let me get some sleep first.”

Slowly, cautiously, your hands curl into his hair. It’s silky smooth under your touch and you drag your fingers through it, scratch at his scalp like you’d wanted to since you’ve met him - not that you’d ever thought htat dream possible. He groans into the touch.

Maybe, just maybe, you could take a nap like this. Just for a few hours. You didn’t have to be anywhere right now anyway…

Kagami eyes you warily.

“Are you going to puke again?” He asks. You roll your eyes.

“It’s been three months, idiot.” You grumble, annoyed that he keeps bringing that up.

He smirks and steps aside to let you in. “Aho-mine, your girlfriend is here.”

“Slug-chin.” Murasakibara greets you first however, picks you up like you’re nothing more but a bag of his favorite chips. “Caught you.”

“Yeah, this time, big guy.” You pat his head for a second before he lets you down. “Where’s Daiki?”

“Mine-chin is fighting with Kise-chin.”

“Again?” You roll your eyes. “And Satsuki?”

“Not here yet. But Kuro-chin isn’t here either. It’s boring.”

“I know, I know. I’ll go check in on Daiki and then we can make something to eat. How does that sound?”

Murasakibara nods slowly, process your words.

“I’ll preheat the oven.” He leaves without another word and you snort at his antics before moving along, following the cursing and shouts to the living room.

You’re not surprised to find Kise dragging himself over the finish line. He might be good at everything, but he’s absolutely shit at Mario Kart.

“Hey Babe.” Daiki drops the controller and opens his arms for you, pulling you onto his lap the moment you’re close enough. “How was work?”

“Awful.” You curl into him and stick your tongue out at Kise when you notice him leaning in too, always craving attention even when he’s not deserving it. “I’m going to make some cake with Murasakibara. Do you want to help?”

Instead of answering he leans forward, digs his nose into your hair and inhales.

“Daiki? What are you- You ass!” You punch your fist against his chest but he laughs, a bellowing sound. Your ear hurts where he bit into it, the skin wet with his saliva.

“That’s so gross!” You grumble.

He’s still laughing, hand pressed against his mouth as if he’s trying to stifle his amusement. He isn’t. You know he isn’t. But he’s distracted and you’re going to use this to your advantage.

After all, his neck does look especially biteable today!

My Kofi if you want to tip me

#my writing #knb #aomine x reader #aomine daiki #aomine timeskip #knb x reader #knb fluff #aomine fluff #kagami #murasakibara #kise

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trashmouth-padfoot · 1 year

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Not long after the Vecna fight, and after Eddie is discharged from the hospital, him and his band mates leave Hawkins. Their reputations in Hawkins are basically in the fucking gutter, and they had a gig out of town, so they hauled ass.

Steve, who may or may not have some memory issues due to head trauma, completely forgets Eddie. He, honestly, forgets a lot of things, and when he’s about 25, him and Robin move away from the shithole that is called Hawkins and get a flat together in the city, insisting that they could do it.

And they did.

They pay their bills and rent on time, they budget their money, and they’re comfortable. So what if Robin brings home the occasional woman and it always ends with mumbled farewells that wake Steve up every time. He doesn’t mind. Just like Robin doesn’t mind when Steve starts bringing home girls, and the occasional guy (after the first one, Robin’s all like “YOU LIKE DUDES? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME??”).

Every once in awhile, Steve and Robin make sure to call the kids, catching up and seeing how they’re doing. Dustin always asks how Steve is doing, and Steve always says good, even if he isn’t.

Steve was pretty surprised when the kids, each one of them, showed up at his and Robin’s door randomly. Steve blinked, about to ask why they were there, but Robin swooped in and let the kids in, excitedly greeting them.

“Did I forget something again?” Steve asked Robin as she was getting the kids drinks. Robin ruffled Steve’s hair.

“Nah, doofus, I planned this. Don’t worry.” Steve flashed a smile and joined everyone in the ‘living room’, which really was the doorway/kitchen/living room.

“What exactly did you plan, Rob?” Steve asked as he sat on the coffee table, glancing over the kids and observing how much they’ve aged in just a couple years.

“We’re gonna go see Eddie’s band in concert,”Dustin said with a wide grin, but Steve didn’t catch on. Dustin understood fast that Steve had lost all memory of the brunet, smiling still. “Corroded Coffin. I don’t know if it’s your style but Eddie said we could hang out with him and the guys as like a Hellfire reunion,” Dustin informed, doing some odd, back-of-the-hand fist bump with Mike. Steve smiled and nodded. He was fine with that.

—

The concert rolled around, and everyone but Steve was surprised by the huge turn out. Eddie had bought the gang’s tickets for them, and so they had no idea how expensive, or scarce they would’ve been. But judging off the fact the venue was jam packed, they assumed they dodged a bullet by being old friends with the band mates.

Steve felt an odd feeling in his stomach when the band walked on, the guitarist speaking excitedly into the mic. In fact, the guitarist was the only person Steve could focus on. His hair was long, and was tugged into a loose, high bun. Tattoos coated his arms, and he wore a slightly cropped, ripped to shit black shirt that read Corroded Coffin in lightning-esque lettering.

Eddie was quick to pick out his old friends from the crowd, letting Gareth speak as he watched them. Dustin and Robin had told him that Steve didn’t remember much of his last years in Hawkins, and the years before that were a little spotty as well, so he was forgotten. Eddie didn’t mind this much, especially not now that he saw Steve, wearing cute tight jeans and a deep maroon sweater, staring up at Eddie with pure amazement.

Eddie made sure to hold eye contact with Steve as much as possible, and the best part? Steve didn’t look away. His crush on Steve was horrible in Highschool, but he had gotten over it after leaving Hawkins. He got with a couple guys, he got over it. But now? God he was reverting right back into his high school days, heart racing just at the way Steve’s eyes would flick over his body or how he’d fix his hair. Did Steve even like men? God, Eddie sure fucking hoped so.

After the concert, the crew was escorted backstage and into the band’s dressing room. After excited greetings and hugs and stuff of that matter, Eddie’s eyes fell onto Steve again. Robin was talking to him, a comforting hand on his arm as Steve’s brows furrowed in thought. Eddie approached.

“Hey there,” Eddie greeted, and Robin turned, smiling.

“Hey Eds.” Robin knelt up to Eddie’s ear. “He’s trying to remember you. He probably won’t.” Eddie simply nodded, flashing a grin at Steve.

“Hey. Names Eddie, yours?”

“Steve. Steve Harrington.” Steve held his hand out to be shook, but Eddie took it, bowed, and kissed the back of his hand. Steve flushed all shades of red as Eddie rose again.

“Pleasure meeting you, my liege.”

“Y-yeah. You- you too.” Eddie let his eyes flick over Steve’s form. He flashed another grin.

“I hope this isn’t the last I see of you?” Eddie proposed, and Steve flushed red.

“You want my number?”

“Of course I do.”

“I- yeah- give me a moment- Rob what’s our flats phone number?”

#I’ve hopped on the Steve with memory loss bandwagon #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie x steve #steddie #corroded coffin #gareth stranger things #robin buckley #robin stranger things #dustin henderson #dustin stranger things

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angellbarnes · 1 year

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denial is best served hot

day 2 - rivals

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: it's a competition between you two, always. every mission. this one, though, turns out a little differently than you'd expected.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: very very brief mention of blood, criminals, violence, 18+, dry humping, hands stuff but over clothes, utterly filthy dirty talk, horny asf Bucky

A/N: so I'm finally posting. day 2 of my 30 day writing challenge... 12 days later. but that's besides the point. the point is, it's posted and I wayy underestimated how busy I was going to feel after posting the first part. hopefully it'll be more regular from now on, but I think I'd rather take a lil more time on these fics and have the 30 days a bit more flexible, than rush out some that I know I could do so much better on. anyway, please enjoy☺️🤍

You’re heading towards the meeting room after being called for a mission. The lift stops on Bucky’s floor and he steps in. You side eye each other as the doors close. It’s tense, but comfortable, as the atmosphere usually is between you two.

“What do you think the mission is?” You ask him.

“Whatever it is, just know that I’ll do it better.” You can sense his smirk while keeping your gaze forward.

“In your dreams, Barnes.” The doors open and you pat his chest before walking off. “In your dreams.”

He follows with a huff.

A friendly rivalry is the way you two put it. It may not come across so friendly, but no harm has ever been done by it. Just a constant competition between you to prove who is the “better” Avenger. You even tried to get everyone to answer a questionnaire about it. To which you only got two replies: Sam who, with no hesitation, answered you, and Tony who simply wrote down his own name.

It all started during a mission, when you and Bucky had decided to take separate hallways, which conveniently had the same number of opposing agents down each, and see who could take them the fastest. The winner, so be it, was the one who reached the adjoining room first. He made it first, and you’d tried to argue your case, wiping blood from your face, and he’d come out clean as a whistle. You made it your mission, from then on, to prove his arrogant ass wrong, and smack the smug grin clean off his pretty face. He bragged about this for ages, and you desperately wanted something to boast, and humiliate him, about.

Fury is waiting in the meeting room when you walk in. You seem to be the only ones there.

“Where’s everyone else?” You question.

“Oh, there is no one else.” Fury states. “It’s just going to be the two of you. We need to be as discreet as possible, so we want to keep numbers low.”

You and Bucky glance at each other, silent competition instantly arising.

“So, what is the mission?” Bucky enquires.

“A guy, to put it simply.” Fury replies. “Or, an underground drug and crime lord associated with multiple different gangs, groups and countries and is very, very dangerous. Murder, torture, kidnap, fraud, theft, you name it, he’s done it. But this guy is damn hard to catch. We have a lead at the moment, the best one we’ve had, to an underground club. Criminals only, essentially. Called ‘The KillOut’.”

“Ohh, I get it. It’s like chill out, but kill out, right?” Bar the reason for it, you quite like the name.

“Wait a second, I recognise that name. I think I’ve been there. Before. As the Winter Soldier, that is.” Bucky says, a concerned frown upon his face.

“So, what, you’re sending us there? How will we even get in?” You ask. Fury taps the screen he’s holding, and projects it to the one behind. Two profiles show up.

‘Your new aliases.” He responds. “Bucky, I’m afraid you’ll be returning as the Winter Soldier. They already know you, admire you. We’ve got a new arm for you to wear that is identical to your old one. I know it’ll be hard, but you’re just gonna have to, ok?”

Bucky takes a deep breath and simply nods at Fury’s request.

“Y/L/N, you’re now going as Betty Smalls, a seemingly innocent but seductive accomplice of the Winter Soldier. You’re an angel by day but the devil by night, so be it. Make it believable, you two. Our aim is to get him alone, so we have a way of restraining him and taking him away. You have a few hours to prepare and get ready, and your outfits are waiting for you back upstairs.” And with that, Fury sends the two of you off again.

You both receive your profiles whilst in the lift, and a copy of the mission report and what needs to go down in order for it to be successful.

“Be prepared to fail, Barnes, and for me to rise from your ashes as the saviour for this team. Not even sure why you should bother coming along.” You tease.

“I’m the Winter Soldier, sweetheart. You wouldn’t even be able to attend without me.” He quips back.

“Fine. But that’s all you’re going to be good for.”

“See you later, Betty.” Bucky says as he gets out on his floor. He turns and you simply salute him, with a ‘See ya, soldier’ as the doors close on you.

You reach your room and, sure enough, your outfit it layed out, with Nat holding a pair of strappy black heels beside.

“Pretty cute, huh?” She comments.

“Hmm.” You stare at the longline and elegant black dress, the long, white fur coat, and the heels once again and question what led you to this moment. “Hello, Betty.”

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You get to the car that’s waiting for you, barely making it there with both of your ankles in one piece. Bucky is already there waiting. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look hot as hell clad in leather like that, trousers clinging to his thick thighs. You clear your throat and compose your dirty thoughts as you approach.

“Wow,” he coos as he looks you up and down. “Betty looks good.” You wonder if the complement is for you too. Either way, you can feel a small butterfly going crazy in your stomach, having his eyes rake over you like that. He almost looks hungry.

“Take a picture, Buck. It’ll last longer.” You smirk, crossing your arms, unaware that it’s just enhanced your cleavage. Bucky has to tear his eyes away, feeling a sudden tightness in his trousers. “Anyway, Betty has almost broken both of her ankles in these ridiculous shoes. They’re something I should be looking at, not wearing.” You let yourself flop down into the backseat. Bucky chuckles and shuts your door, heading to the other side and sitting down beside you. You both put in your ear pieces and the driver starts the car.

“You guys ready?” Fury’s voice rings in your ear.

“Ready.” You say simultaneously.

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You both get out of the car, Bucky offering his arm, which you take, before heading to the entrance. There are two huge – huge – men covering the doors. Alas, you keep your confident visage. You’re a criminal now, remember?

“I’m not Bucky anymore, ok?” Bucky whispers, face oh so close to yours. A shiver runs through you. “Call me soldier, tonight. I don’t care how stupid it is, that’s how I am – was – known.” You turn your face, unaware of how close you’d be to him.

“Ok.” You breathe. You carry on walking towards the front of what looks like an abandoned warehouse.

You see the men squint at Bucky, perhaps recognising him. Then look to you. It seems your outfit is enough to distract them as they look at each other and begin whistling and commenting. You roll your eyes to yourself.

“Soldat.” They both say, standing tall in front of who they think is still the Winter Soldier. Bucky simply glares at them. “And who’s this treat?” One of them says, turning to you.

“Betty Smalls, pleased to meet you.” You smile seductively through your lashes, clinging to Bucky’s arm, one hand upon his chest.

“The pleasure is all ours, sweetheart.” You cringe at them but keep up the act.

“She’s with me.” Bucky deadpans to them. They both clear their throats, stepping to the side and opening the doors for them. You blow a kiss as you walk through, turning to wink at the other. God, men are so easy to fool in a tight dress and lipgloss.

You head down some stairs, turning left at the bottom and, there it is, above another door, a neon sign with the words “the KillOut” in glowing red.

‘Here we go.” You say to Bucky. He gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“Betty.” He says.

“Soldier.” And with that, he opens the door and you’re exposed to an entirely different world. A world full of people, criminals, who look just like anyone else would in a club. You keep your cool as Bucky leads you to the bar. There are many eyes on the two of you, whispers between everybody and the Winter Soldier and his girl walk through. All Bucky has to do is look at someone with his intense stare and they’ll move out the way. It’s kinda hot, you think to yourself.

“An old fashioned for me and a pornstar martini for the lady.” Bucky says to the bartender. You flash him a ‘seriously?’ look and he just winks back at you. So does the bartender when he hands you your glass.

You take your drinks and Bucky stares a couple out of their seats in a booth in the corner of the bar. You have the view of the whole place from where you are.

“There.” Bucky says, eyeing a man who’s just walked in, sitting himself at the bar. “That’s our guy.”

“You’ve located him?” Fury asks through the comms.

“Apparently so. But that is not who I was expecting.” His flamboyant style consists of a deep burgundy/pink suit, with, no doubt real, rhinestone detailing along his collar and lapels. His black suede boots have at least a two inch heel to them. His cheekbones shimmer under the dim lighting with highlight and his red eyeliner perfectly compliments his devilish looks. As well as that, you notice the way he crosses one leg over the other and delicately stirs his drink while eyeing up the bartender.

“Well, I never.” You say, leaning back into your seat and folding your arms.

“Ok, go and order me another drink and flirt with him. Our best option is for you to seduce him so we can get him alone.” You laugh a little too loudly and have to cover your mouth at his suggestion. He looks extremely confused at your outburst. “What?”

“I think you mean you need to seduce him.” You shortly reply.

“Excuse me?” He questions, sitting more upright to face you.

“Are you kidding me? Even a blind person could see that he’s oh, so clearly, gay, Barnes.” You're smiling excessively and his mouth has dropped. You smirk and prop his jaw back up so his mouth is shut. “What are you waiting for? Go get him, tiger.”

“Oh, I don’t think so, Y/L/N. I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to humiliate me, hit on this guy for your amusement. It’s not going to work. Now just go so we can get this mission over with.” You sigh at his ignorance, although that would be a good prank. Maybe another time.

“No, Buck, I’m not doing anything. Look at the guy. He’s one Madonna song away from voguing across the floor.” Your state.

“Criminals can be over the top, you know? Just remember Zemo and his purple pimp coat.” He quips.

“Ok. What about the fact that he’s practically drooling over the bartender?” Your question is aimed rhetorically. Bucky is clearly struggling for an answer and the two of you become stuck in an intense staring contest. Neither planning on breaking first.

“Status report, guys? How’re we lookin’?” Fury asks.

“Bucky can’t accept the fact that our guy is clearly gay as all hell and is trying to get me to seduce him.” You reply, still not breaking eye contact.

“Wait, so let me get this straight. You two have gone to a bar, got yourselves a drink, sat yo’ asses down and have been arguing over whether the incredibly dangerous criminal we’re trying to capture is into fuckin’ men or women? Are you fucking kidding me?” Suddenly, Fury’s words send yours and Bucky’s eyes back to your target. “Get your heads together, agents, and will one of you, for the love of God, go and flirt with the enemy.” Fury cuts off and you’re left in silence. Bucky leans back in his seat and you raise a brow at him.

“Go. You heard the guy. Now, go ‘n’ flirt with the enemy.” He smirks.

“Fine. I’ll go over. I’m going to have so much fun proving you wrong. My gaydar is never off.” You hold your glass up to Bucky as he scoffs, and saunter over to your target, who you know as Mr. Argot Boughley.

“Hey, honey. Saw you from the other side of the bar. Thought you looked lonely.” You wink at him and take a sip from your glass.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe, I’m not-”

“Oh, no, I know.” You cut the man off, chuckling. “I can tell a man’s man from a mile off. My friend, he’s shy, you see. But sweet as sugar once you get past the murderous tendency, am I right?” You point your glass towards Bucky, to which Argot’s eyes follow. You see him looking confused in his shadowy confinement of the corner booth. “Cute, right?”

“Mmm, as a puppy. I bet he looks good with blood on his hands.” He comments, side eyeing you with a smirk.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” You play along. Whatever gets him captured and proves Bucky wrong. “He likes a confident guy. I’ll send him your way, shall I? You two look hot together, I can already tell.”

“Tell him I’ll have a drink, and maybe something more, waiting for him.” He winks, biting his lip as he drinks Bucky’s form with his eyes. You walk smugly over to Bucky and sit yourself back in the booth. He looks concerned.

“Well? Did he fall for you or not? Should get back over there so you can get him alone.” Bucky says, to which you just giggle.

“Oh, baby boy. Sweet, naive, baby Bucky. That man over there is as straight as a roundabout. I’m not doing anything for him, but I told him I’d send you over. And he’s got a drink waiting for you.” Bucky’s eyes widen at your words, and you relish in his confusion. He has no words coming out of his open mouth.

“He’s really gay, huh?” Bucky weakly accepts his defeat and you grin in response as he makes eye contact with Argot, who holds up the drink he’s ordered.

“Time to shine, Barnes. Get your gay on. And, whatever you do, don’t fuck it up.”

He takes a breath and, shaking his head at you, stands himself up and heads over to Argot. You sit back and let the scene in front of you unfold.

Argot begins by caressing Bucky’s thigh and continuously leaning closer to him. To begin with, you’re chuckling to yourself, thinking of the things you’ll be able to tell the team when you get back, but Bucky seems surprisingly believable when he also leans closer to Argot. Bucky’s hand roams Argot’s thigh and torso, as he grins and charms the pants off of Argot. You find yourself frowning at the two of them, unsure of the twang of jealousy that creeps through you. Their faces grow closer and closer and, before you know it, they share a short, but sweet kiss.

Props to Bucky for the commitment, though you now find yourself wanting another drink. A strong one.

You can’t help the way your jaw drops when Argot begins leading Bucky away from the bar and through a doorway that you assumed led to the bathroom. Clearing your throat and trying to look as discrete and nonchalant as possible, you follow shortly after. It’s acting. Bucky’s acting. So, why did your jealousy feel so real?

When you turn the corner, you’re met with a corridor littered with doors, each to a different room. They must be for everyone’s criminal meetings. Or, whatever. You roll your eyes at your internal monologue and talk into your comm.

“Buck, if you can answer me, which room are you in?” No response.

You start heading slowly down the corridor, hand lightly atop the blade tucked neatly beneath your dress. Your head is lowered, trying to focus on and make out the sounds coming from each room. And there were a lot. Yelling, negotiating, probably murdering, moaning, the lot, and then there it is. A deep thud. And a muffled ‘goddamnit’ from Bucky.

“Bingo.” You say, staring at room 22. You groan when you find that the door is locked. You’re pressed up against it to see if you can hear anything else going on, when it’s unlocked and you go stumbling into Bucky.

“Steady.” He chuckles as you straighten yourself up. He shuts the door and locks it again. “Careful, I think you’re starting to fall for me.” He smirks, hands proudly on his hips. Your throat is dry but you manage a dirty look his way.

“What did you do to him?” You ask when you turn your focus to Argot. He’s out like a light.

“A simple dose of my fist in his face. Trust me, he’ll be out for hours.” He gets to work tying Argot’s hands behind his back, ready to get him out of here and most likely shut the rest of the club down.

“Huh, good work I guess.”

“I was going to keep him around for a bit longer to see if I could get some information out of him first but, uh. He, uh… He tried to…” Bucky’s stuttering like crazy and your grinning, arms crossed, head tilted, ready for him to admit his wrong. “He tried to kiss me. Again. And more. I don’t know, it was a reflex. But, whatever, you, uh, you were right.” He mumbles the last part and turns away sheepishly.

“I’m so sorry, Barnes, I missed that last part. I was what?” You move closer to him and wait for him to say it to your face.

“You were right about Argot.” He mumbles again.

“Nope, sorry. Didn’t catch that.” Suddenly his eyes grow wide and you’re slammed against the wall. His body is firmly pressed against yours, faces mere inches apart and breathing heavily. Your heart rate has most certainly doubled.

“I said, princess, that you. Were. Right.” His eyes bore into your soul and you honestly can’t tell any of your emotions apart anymore.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” You squeak.

“But don’t get me wrong. You may have been right about Argot,” Oh no, his cocky voice is out. “but don’t think I didn’t notice the way your fist clenched around your glass when he touched me, or how you couldn’t bear the sight of him leaning in towards me, even more so when he kissed me. Bet you wished it was your hands, your lips, on me, huh?”

You’re speechless. He’s right. How can he be right? You take in a sharp breath and dare yourself to look into his piercing eyes.

“In your dreams, Barnes.” You just about make a sound. A very unconvincing one. So much so, Bucky chuckles at your weak excuse for a response. He brings his hand to caress your cheek.

“Babygirl, you can deny this all you want, but I sure as hell was picturing your lips when he kissed me. Darlin�� it’s the only way I could do it. Be honest, you’ve never thought about it? About this, about us? Tell me you haven’t, and I’ll back away right now.” He lowers himself to release his deep voice into your ear. “Right now.”

You’ve never wanted a man so bad. And you hate yourself for it.

You turn yourself to look at him, lust blanketing over both of you like a storm. A surge of emotions and desire, now taking over. “I hate you. Come here.” You grab his face and pull him to your lips. The kiss is deep, passionate, messy, and long overdue.

Finally, the pent up tension that you’d each been denying is being released. And it couldn’t be hotter. Your hands roam each other like it’s life or death, just wanting to feel each other. Everywhere. Your lips don’t stop. Then he starts kissing, nipping and licking your neck, forcing moans from you. You pull his hips into you and his hard on presses up into you. You both groan and look into each other's eyes. He begins grinding against you and you resume the kiss, now peppered with moans in between. You tug on his hair and he releases an almost feral sound. You smirk up at him. He does the same in return as he slips his hand beneath your dress and lets his hands roam over your soaked panties.

“All this for me?” He whispers, nipping at your ear. The sensation of him rubbing the thin fabric over your clit has you arching and moaning against him. “Doll, I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without fucking you. I’ve thought about it, ya know? By myself. In bed, in the shower. But I knew my hand would never feel as good as you would wrapped around me. It’ll never be as good as having my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You’re a mess. From his words, from his actions. This man is going to ruin you. And you’re going to let him.

“Yes.” You gasp. “Bucky, fuck, thought about you too. Touched myself thinking ‘bout you. But this is so much better.” You palm his erection over his trousers and he groans deeply into your neck.

“Fuck, baby.” He breathes.

“By the way, I’m still gonna tell everyone about how I was right about Argot.”

“I swear, I’m-”

“Agents? It’s been a while. What the hell is going on over there and please, for the sake of my sanity, tell me that motherfucker is caught now.” Nick’s voice yells at both of you, clearly unaware of anything. Your hand flies to cover your mouth. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips, and Bucky does the same. He brings his hand to his ear.

“Everything’s fine. We’ve got the guy. He’s down and ready to be brought back. You can send the other agents in to shut this place down.” Bucky replies. Cool, calm and collected. Like nothing else was going on.

“Finally. What in the hell took you so long?” Fury bites back.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that. Things got a little… harder than we expected.” You roll your hips against Bucky and he clenches his jaw not to make a sound.

“Fine. Well, at least it’s done. Good work. You can head back to the compound now.”

You’re left in a silence, eyes devouring each other. Hungry for each other

Bucky leans back down to you, a growling undertone to his words “Guess we’ve gotta finish what we started back at the compound. I can’t wait to be inside you, doll.”

“Excuse me?” Fury’s voice is back and both your eyes widen.

“Shit.”

#bucky #Bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes fic #Bucky Barnes angst #Bucky Barnes smut #marvel #marvel fic #winter soldier #angellbarnes 30 day writing challenge #day 2

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gayassbish · 7 months

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Genshin Guys as Your New Bestie. Highschool AU

Genre: Platonic of course and very much so crack

Reader: Gender Neutral | References to “girly pop” in Childe and Kaeya’s Part

Characters: Diluc, Zhongli, Childe and Kaeya, Alhaitham, Bennet, Xinqiu and Chongyun, Xiao

Diluc-

The kid who raises his hand and asks a bunch of questions, but still manages to not come of nerdy, but intelligent. He doesn’t talk to anyone in class and some other kids in class thinks he’s arrogant cause of it. Like “he’s too smart for us vibes.” You, on the other hand, know better than to trust the rumors and actually get to know his ass. That is lie, I can’t imagine anyone walking up to his emo self unless you’re the most extroverted person on the planet. He also definitely plays chess online in his chromebook 24/7.

Butttt you do end up sitting next to him as your seating arrangements change every semester or so. You say hi like a normal person and he sorta just grunts?? Terrible first impression, but you realize he’s very kind. Always picking up your fallen pencils, sharing homework answers with out you asking, and you end up getting a long pretty well once you find your stuff in common.

P.S. He’d 100% drive you around everywhere

Zhongli-

A popular dude cause he’s handsome ig and the fucking valedictorian. Plus he manages to know everything without coming off like a know it all, so he is generally well received by everyone and helps basically everyone out. Has a 10000 IQ and a calculator for a brain too. Probably wears granny glasses.

So… you’re at your part time job and notice him coming in. You immediately hide cause you don’t know him like that (yet) and don’t want to be remembered as “oh they’re the person who works there.” One of your coworkers helps him out instead while you secretly spy and realize he’s not as smart as he looks?? He is very much so only book smart and has no street cred what so ever. He looks so lost as to why he can’t take whatever y’all sell now and pay latter. He honestly gives your coworker a hard time. (rip coworker </3) You eventually help out and he recognizes you!! You learn he has an excellent memory and actually knows your name. And viola now your the person who he can go to for financial means. Have fun!

P.S You drive him everywhere…

Childe & Kaeya-

They’re those loud kids in the back who don’t shut up. I want to say they’re pant saggers but I know I would get canceled. (They so are though.) Anywho, you end up being forced to sit next to them and they like start flirting of sum shit idk?

But you’re girly pop and you don’t take that crap. After you put them in their place and educate them on how they shouldn’t talk to anyone that way like some cat calling NPC, they start to really respect you?? Well to be fair you don’t know if they’re scared of you or are just putting on an act.

Y’all get closer as you stop a lot of fights that happen between them and do your best to quiet them down in class.

And they kinda just drag you to places. Once you lost a bet and were forced to go shopping with them. (If you didn’t show up, they threatened to upload a photo of you sleeping in class onto their social media.) At the mall… Childe started to pick fights with the security guard (he claims it’s the other way around but we both know it was him) and Kaeya DOES NOTHING?? He just records the whole thing while giggling like an idiot. Y’all get banned from the mall. They do nothing but apologize on the way to your house (they picked and dropped you off.) It didn’t work cause you didn’t talk to them for a month after that.

P.S. Kaeya actually has really good fashion taste and was the one the blackmail you because he wanted to Project MakeOver you??

Alhaitham-

He’s an obnoxious, self-centered asshole to everyone and you do your best to avoid him until you’re stuck together for a group project.

Even though you know to the rumors about him, you still introduce yourself like a person with manners would… BUT he cuts you off. Immediately orders that he will do the project by himself entirely. And while you would usually take that deal (cause who wouldn’t, let’s be honest) you CANNOT stand the disrespect from this MAN. You guys start arguing until the teacher has to break it up between y’all and fucking Alhaitham is just like “I’ve never been so embarrassed infront of a teacher,” as if he didn’t start the fight. smh

Anyways, it’s really rough between you guys and it’s now presentation day. After you guys present, Alhaitham turns out rather pleased with your part, and though he would NEVER admit it to you (or even himself) you actually did better on your part than he would’ve if he went solo. At the end of class, he apologizes for being so cold at first. He explains how he hasn’t had the best group partners and almost always does all the work. He asks if you’d be okay working together again.

P.S. If you said yes, y’all would turn into an unstoppable duo. And if you said no THEN GOOD. He needs a lesson.

Bennett-

You definitely decided to just look after him once you saw him drop his phone, bag, papers, and himself down the stairs multiple times. You’re basically his bodyguard atp. You literately carry around extra bandaids cause of him omg. You guys have a bunch of classes together so it’s easy for y’all to get a long. You help protect him from bullies (Bennett just attracts the worst kinds of people) and he starts to think you’re his lucky charm.

Basically starts to worship you?? Invites you to hang out in his friend group of misfits featuring Razor, Barbra, and Fischl. They play DnD during lunch too and drag you into it. Honestly it turns into a cult with you as their leader. At the end of the school year, the five of you pull a bunch of pranks on the kids who were messing with Bennet.

P.S. The cult had a name: Lord Y/N’s Pimps. Barbra came up with it because she thought calling someone a pimp was a form on endearment… the name ended up just sticking.

Xingqiu & Chongyun-

They’re those fucking kids who won’t shut up about Harry Potter or Star Wars or sum shit. Luckily for them, you can be just as geeky. You fit in pretty well with them.

Y’all met after you went off on them for spoiling the new Star Wars movie and eventually bonded over your love for those space ninjas. You get invited to watch movies and join the arcade with them 24/7. You join in on Xinqiu’s bullying of Chongyun and in turn actually out smart Xinqiu. So it balances out. They love you cause they probably get tired of each other after a lot of their own fights, but you’re always there to ground them <3

P.S BY FARRR the best people to go trick or treating with on halloween.

Xiao-

The kid who never got out of ‘emo skater boy phase’. A lot of people think he’s cool, but he doesn’t have many (tbh any) friends for two reasons. One, he’s hard to approach, and two, he’s socially awkward as fawkk.

You guys have been going to the same school for years, but never actually talked to each other until you saw him playing The Legend of Zelda on the switch. You ask to watch and he kinda just scoots over without saying anything. Weird, but you bring up how nostalgic it is to see people from back in the day to when everyone still wet their pants to how they’ve changed now. Xiao just kinda mumbles in response. He actually doesn’t want the conversation to end and sorta just awkwardly asks how you’re weekend was on a tuesday…

Once you learn he’s not as scary as he looks and is secretly a big giant marshmallow on the inside, you guys get a long pretty well. Then when he gets more comfortable with your presence, he’s so much more less awkward (a sign that he trusts you) and his real personality will start to blossom. You guys go to the park a lot and feed the ducks (WITH real duck food, may I add, and not the nasty expired bread). You guys play on the swings and exchange playlists/sound recommendations.

P.S. You wonder if he actually knows how to ride a skateboard because he’s one of those skater boys who actually just brings a skateboard with them everywhere while they never use it?? Like we get it. You have legs for a reason but then why bring the skateboard if you’re just gonna walk.

And you get closer to them all once they trauma dump on you </3

A/N: My first post wowowow | 11/01/2023

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theworldofotps · 5 months

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Little Bit Of A Brat (Drabble)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Reader Word Count: 635 Prompt: "It's hot when you talk back"

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ Pete wasn’t sure what had gotten into his girlfriend lately, but he was secretly loving it. Normally she wasn’t too bratty in front of his coworkers. But the last couple of days she had been being a super brat, it was probably since he’d been so busy without much time for anything except work. Pete had invited her out to spend two weeks on the road with him and suddenly was slammed with house shows, meet and greets the list went on.

He knew she was trying to be understanding but that bratty part of her was starting to really dislike not having much of his attention since he’d be so tired back at the hotel. Pete tried to keep that in mind when she rolled her eyes and gave him attitude. But flipping him off and walking away when he tried to ask if she wanted to get dinner was the last straw.

Collecting his bag Pete left catering slowly making his way down the hallway at a casual pace. Normally he would follow right after her into his locker room and handle the bratty behavior but this time he wanted to try something a little different. Pete knew she was expecting him, so he decided to take the long way round.

By the time he was at the locker room door he knew she’d probably be thinking he got busy again, stopping at the door he listened for any noise then pushed it open. Holding back a smirk at the daggers, she threw his way Pete dropped his bag on a chair. Walking past her he got the towel from his toiletry bag, then turned on the shower so he could wash up.

“Strip.”

He told her in a low but firm voice watching as her chin rose her eyes slightly narrowed as she smirked at him.

“I’m a grown woman I think I can decide for myself when I need to get undressed or in the shower. Besides don’t want to waste time getting undressed only for you to run off for another engagement for work.”

“Mm it’s hot when you talk back. I wasn’t giving you a choice brat I said strip and get your ass in the shower.”

“Make me.”

He loved when she got like this so Pete scooped her up putting her on his shoulder making his way back into the bathroom as she tried to wiggle away. Giving a warning slap to her ass he set her down on her feet and given the fact she was wearing one of his black shirts. He ripped it down the middle watching the pieces pool around her hips.

“Now are you going to be a good girl and finish undressing or are you going to continue to be a brat?”

Her silence left him to grab her sweatpants, pulling them down her legs followed by her undergarments. Carrying her squirming body once more he set her on her feet in the shower and grabbed his washcloth lathering it with soap.

“I know you’re upset with me and I’m sorry I know we were supposed to spend these two weeks together. I didn’t know until last minute that all this stuff was going to be given to me.”

He slowly started washing her body and back letting the water hit them both as he scrubbed them clean.

“I took the next four days off so we can do whatever you want when we get to each city.”

Watching her eyes light up Pete smiled kissing her forehead before turning her into the water to rinse off then himself.

“But we can’t let your behavior go unpunished so on your knees dove and don’t fight me about it, we both know how much you love having my cock in your mouth.”

#pete dunne #pete dunne x reader #pete dunne fanfic #drabble #prompt drabble

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louisisalarrie · 4 days

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Hi! this is kind of random but I also work in a show business adjacent world and I deal a lot w artists contracts / insurance, stuff like that. There’s something that I can’t quite explain about the whole Lime bikes thing, and I kinda just want to say it out loud to someone else I trust to see if it makes sense.

Okay, so my thing with Lime is that it’s 100% a branded deal, meaning that H got a certain amount of money to be seen for x amount of times riding their bikes. There is absolutely no way he’s not getting paid for that. He probably also negotiated ancillary deals for other celebs (James corden, Taylor russell) to be seen doing that with him, and they got a cut as well. Now, if there is an exchange of money, there’s also a, presumably quite expansive, written agreement. When an artist such as Harry enters in a work agreement, especially one that includes “dangerous activities”, such as riding a bike in central London with no helmet, there will be two things that happen: 1. He’ll need to be insured, and for a lot of money. No brand will take the risk of hiring him without it, and his managers would never allow it anyways. 2. The insurance company will require certain things to be in place in order to minimize the risks of him getting hurt and then having to shell out what I imagine is an astronomical amount of money. Not to mention the fact that a major recording company has hundreds of millions of dollars riding on him being able to play guitar/dance around/ show his perfect face, and they would never risk it for the sake of a brand deal.

Which brings me to my point: the only way videos like the one from the other day make sense, is if they are COMPLETELY planned and shot like a film would be. Meaning that he’d get on the bike with someone (either paparazzi or a staff member w phones for the more “organic” sightings) just feet away ready to film him. There’d be cars around them that are actually driven by his people, maybe security, that ensure that he does not get hurt or run over, just how it happens for film shoots. And it also means that he probably gets off that bike mere seconds after he got on, once they got the pics or footage. And that there’s a car with a driver waiting for him, as well as some Lime employee ready to take the bike off his hand.

Which also, incidentally, means that all the organic sightings we’ve gotten were actually planned and distributed intentionally. It also means that a bunch of them could have been shot the same day with different outfits and then spread out to place him in London when needed.

I know this sounds far fetched, I KNOW. But when you think about it, is this crazier than his entire management just being okay with the risk of golden goose Harry styles falling off his ass, scratching his face, breaking an ankle or god forbid something worse? Like, there is absolutely NO WAY they would let that happen. And yes, I know he was photographed riding bikes in LA, and was also seen riding Vespas in Italy, but those were a different times or a less dangerous place, not to mention the fact that he was wearing a helmet.

Thoughts?

Not far fetched at all, my love. You’ve hit the nail on the head, here. Thanks for your insight!

#anon #answered #I don’t really have anything to add #this is spot on hahahah

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obscure-imaginations · 2 years

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Some of the Underfell Skeletons’ kinks.

18+ only below!

Red (Underfell Sans):

-Whatever goes on in the bedroom, Red has to be in charge. He’s been out of control for so long, so please give him this one thing, okay? Don’t worry, he’ll be good to you. That being said, he’d rather have nice love making sessions than huge BDSM scenes. However, he’s down for a few things...

-Though he’s a soft dom, he can be hard if you want it. Spankings are something he loves to dish out, feeling you up and getting your ass a nice shade of red. He likes to rapidly slap your ass before fingering you, leaving you shocked between sensations before rapidly spanking you again. He’ll pull out some impact play toys if you like them, but nothing too heavy. Red has a leather paddle with the word “slut” on it, so it shows up on you.

-69 is a great position for Red. It’s not much movement so he can relax, while making you feel good. He prefers to lay on his side rather than have you on top of him, that’s too much work. He’s a master with his tongue, and will summon whichever genitals are more comfortable for you in that moment.

-If you like Red, you probably have a voice kink. And so does he! Red loves your voice, wanting to do whatever it takes to get you to make pretty noises for him. However, Red does understand it if you just can’t make noises in bed and won’t pressure you to do it. But, if you want his very bones to rattle, let out breathy moans in his ear. Say ‘thank you’ when you cum, and when he cums. Beg him to ruin you.

-You want Red to ruin you? Well, pretty doll, he will. He has a slight corruption kink- more along the lines of marking you physically. He loves to bite, but won’t draw blood unless you want him to. He’ll cum all over you- on your chest, on your ass, on your face, on your genitals rather than in your hole. His favorite place to cum is that last option- something about seeing it drives him back up for round 2. However, if you want Red to cum inside, he will. Gladly.

Edge (Underfell Papyrus):

-Edge prefers to dom, though if you’ve gained his trust, he’ll be more open to subbing. Edge likes the hard stuff and it’ll be hard to not break it out for more casual sessions. Even if it’s lovemaking instead of sex, he’s gotta bite you, slap your ass and chest with his leather gloves, put a collar on you- something like that. He loves marking you, and that translates into vanilla sex as well as kinky.

-Edge is a total leather dom. His motorcycle is the excuse for buying all this leather, but he has an outfit just for the bedroom, not for riding. His gloves are his favorite part, simply because of the sensation you feel when he touches you. He also loves boot worship (don’t worry, they’re spotless) and would have you on your knees for a whole session if he wasn’t so excited for other things. He likes to jack off while you lick his leather, like you aren’t worthy of his cock just yet.

-After you’re done worshipping him, he will turn it back on you. Sometimes you’ve had several orgasms before Edge is even inside you- you’re lucky he’s not a complete pleasure dom or you’re sure you’d be dead by now. Edge will lick, kiss, nibble, and bite every inch of you before he’s content to fuck you. So yeah, body worship is heavy for him, on both sides. Combine it with a praise kink and you’ve got him flustered but eager for more. Talk about how good Edge is. How big his cock is, how you’re sure it won’t fit because he’s so big. Thank him for everything, every slap, every kiss, every thrust, every orgasm. What you give Edge, he will be excited to return. So, if you have a praise kink, it works out perfectly.

-Edge has plenty of exhibitionism fantasies, but most won’t ever come into play. But, if you want Edge flustered, tease him in public. Wear something short and bend over to grab something so he can get a nice view! Grope him under the table at a busy restaurant. That’s enough to get him going without the anxiety of being caught- he has a reputation to uphold! Don’t be surprised if he ends your outing early to go home and return the favor. He’ll also be down to fuck you against a window... at night, against the back windows so no one can see.

#// ns.ft #// ns.fw #undertale #undertale au #underfell #underfell sans #underfell papyrus #underfell x reader #underfell sans imagine #underfell sans x reader #underfell papyrus imagine #underfell papyrus x reader

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