#plugged up AND HARDENED INSIDE HELLO | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

yandere-kokeshi · 9 months

Text

— Phone addiction

Pairing: yandere hobie x female reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, sending nudes, phone sex, masturbation, sex toys, DOM! Hobie, and that's it. Lmk if I missed any.

NOT CHECKED FOR MISTAKES.

You've long since learned you're a phone addict. Even Hobie said so.

Usually, it's not a problem. But, sometimes it can be — especially now when it's 2am, on a Thursday night, away from your boyfriend due to a mission.

It's not that Hobie doesn't want to be around you. He does. He's just currently busy with Miguel - when he's here, he likes to cuddle against you, wrap his arms around you as the tips of his fingers trace shapes and words into your delicate skin like ink in tattoos.

Though, you couldn't help be on your phone. It helped distracted you. Especially with the throb between your legs. A sign of you missing him.

You were about to head off for the night, already plugging in your phone when you received a message from him.

Hobie: U up, dollface?

You eagerly replied, to which, he sent a innocent smile face before two images were attached to the message. At first, your finger hovered over the blurred images; wondering if it was cliché photos of him doing trouble at the office.

But when you clicked it, the surprise of his cock glistening in the bathroom dimmed lightning — outlining his precum and underlining veins, you couldn't help but let out a whimper.

The second photo was almost the same, but the image was slightly more blurred; his smirk and attractive wink gave you goosebumps down to your very core.

Before you could double tap to zoom in, a small buzz came through again. But instead of a photo, it was a video — 30 seconds long.

Gulping, you couldn't help but press it; watching how the video started out very blurry, his groans echoing through the quartz tiles in the semi-small bathroom before showing his face; his lip piercing shining in the light.

Before you know it, his luscious cock is back in view, his Jacob ladder being highlighted. His phone was set up behind the wall of sorts as his fingers grazed over his tip, smearing the precum — his eyes making direct eye contact with the screen before his hand starts to move up and down at a slow, teasing pace.

“Need ya' so much. God, it's hell away from you. Imagine how full you'd be if I was there.”

Your eyes were wide. Mouth going dry as you felt your throb become more unbearable. You were only 12 seconds in and you couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, at the top of your screen, your phone began to ring as Hobie's name began to ring; the familiar tune of his ringtone barely being able to play as you clicked the green button.

“hello?” you breathed into the phone, fumbling with the hem of your underwear as you wait for his voice.

“Eager, are we?”

Your eyes closed.

He chuckles at your silence. “Did ya' like it?” His voice drops at the question.

“Did I like it? Oh...” you take a short breath. “You knew exactly what you were doin', huh?”

While saying that, you let your fingers travel down — cupping your breasts in your hands, tugging at your harden nipples before sliding your fingers inside the hem of your panties, circling your clit enough to bite your lip. It hadn't been as second before you'd slip a finger inside you, not enough friction that Hobie's fingers would do.

“You' playin' with yourself, ain't' ya?”

You smiled. He could feel it if he wanted too.

“Maybe I am,” you admit. Your face feels like it's on fire and you move the phone a bit– you pull your finger halfway out of you before diving back in, the wet sounds being obvious even through the phone. Hobie makes a groan, a whistle through his teeth – but he manages to keep his tone teasing as he says:

“Is that what I think?” he clicks his tongue, almost in a mockingly disappointment way, “Ya' so naughty, luv'”

“What are you doing now?” you ask, and he laughs. You hear the noise of something slick and wet. The image of him pumping his erect cock flew into your brain — making you swallow the obvious moan trapped in your throat. You miss his piercings.

“I think you can guess, doll. You're smart enough, ain't ya'?” he ends with a light laugh.

“D'you miss me that much?” you ask, sliding a second finger inside yourself, relishing the feel of the slick stretch and your tight walls.

“More words than I can say,” he breathes. “I'd fuckin' kill to have ya' right now. My hands don't feel the same as yours.”

“My fingers certainly don't reach as far as yours,” you admit, breathlessly. By the fact you're so aroused, you know he must be able to hear your fingers sliding out of you.

“Get yur' toy,” he demands. His voice dropped a semitone; low, and commanding. Usually, he's fine with whatever. But, as of right now, you can tell he misses you. So dearly.

Especially since he loved being in control at the moment. “Ya' know, the big pink one? The one I made for your—”

You let out a small squeal, pulling your fingers out with a slick pop!

You fumbled out of bed, getting on your knees, and opened your bottom drawer as quickly as possible — eyeing all the big collection of sex toys you've collected all the months together. But, you grabbed the one he so liked, especially the one he specifically built from scratch; the one he could control from his phone.

“I've got it,” you breathed. You got back into a comfy place on your bed, sliding your underwear and shirt off before hearing Hobie make a pleased hum in the back of his throat.

“Get it all nice and wet like a good girl,” he comments. Even though he can't see you, the squirts of your spit turned him on even more — imagining the way you're opening your mouth, gently licking it as if it's his own cock.

You make a conscious effort not to quiet your noises but instead make it extra sloppy; make sure he misses you deeply.

It's a messy blow job, that's for sure, but all Hobie has is the audio of the phone call and his imagination of you drooling around the toy are much sexier than him fucking you in alleyway.

Judging from Hobie's reaction — the groaning on the other end, the ragged sighs, and curses slightly cut out — your efforts are not in vain.

“Good job, princess,” he says as if he can see you when you manage to deep-throat the whole thing. “Think it's wet enough, tell me how you're f-eeling, hm?”

His light stuttering is endearing. You can imagine how he looks: him stroking his cock, balancing his weight as his thumb glides over his slit, swirling his pre-cum over his tip.

“I'm so wet-” you whimper through the phone, “I'm gonna die if I don't get this toy inside of me soon—”

“fuck,” he interrupts. “Wish it was me, doll.”

“Me too,” you admit as well. “But, this toy will do; especially since you're the one controlling it—”

“—I'll fuck ya' till you can't walk when I'm back home, gorgeous. I promise.”

There's a steely undercurrent to Hobie's words that do not leave you doubting at any second. “—bring the toy to my cunt.”

You follow his instructions, suddenly feeling it start to vibrate at its first setting — making you shiver at the sensations of the wet tip as it leaves a trail of your own saliva.

“Touch ya' tits, if I was there - I'd kiss and bite them until they're aching and sore. Give em' a pinch, dollface—”

The hand that's not currently holding the toy placed your phone on the bed, making sure it's on speakerphone before listening to his instructions — the sound of his low voice giving you orders and commands seems to intensify the ache of threshold as you pinch your nipples, almost as hard as they hurt. As you squeeze the fat and heavy weight of your breasts, you wish it was his; his fingertips and big fingers teasing you, his tongue going over your areolas, the feeling of his tongue piercing has you rolling your eyes.

His hands are naturally rough, always sliding down to the underside of your breast before gripping your tits like instruments – you whisper aloud as you skim your sensitive skin, your nipples already sore points as Hobie says;

“The toy, sweetheart. Rub it through my cunt for me, need to hear how wet ya' are.”

It does, indeed, make an indecent noise as the dildo parts your slick folds. You're drenched.

“Shit‐” he groans. “You're dripping, ain't ya?”

You mhmed to his comment, before moaning out; choking out as the smooth head vibrates over your swollen clit. Fuck, you wanted it inside you so bad. He hasn't told you to put it in — you listen, obediently.

“Wish you were here, Hobie—”

“—Me too.” He reassures you. “Need ya' hands on me, need your pretty pussy. Need you to squeeze around me and let me fuck you till oblivion.” as he speaks, you can hear a growl erupting from his throat – you imagine his hand getting faster on his cock.

Your thighs started trembling. Your wetness dribbling down the mess of your thighs.

“Hobie—” You whine, again, his words not helping the aching flame in your lower stomach and need for release. “Need the cock inside me, need it—”

“Shhh,” he breathes, “Put it in. Imagine it's me filling your pretty pussy up.”

All you can do is muster a whine and a nod you know he'll never see. You almost feel too greedy about pressing it in all one swoop — but you obey. Like a good girl. You feel the wider flare of the head open you up, easing it in while enjoying the lust filled burning.

It feels better than your fingers — it hits you deeper, wider, fuller. The muscles of your thighs contract as your put your feet on the bed, keeping your legs parted but enough too close for closure on comfort.

“is it in?” he asks before you whimper and mumble a small yes. “How does it feel?”

“Not as g-ood as y-you.”

You win a chuckle before he earns a yelp from you — the vibrations curling up to the third level.

“Oh, I know. But it's the best thing we have, yes? You full? It good? You're winning the battle of making one of us cum first.”

You moaned out, your head tilting back a bit before cursing out.

“you'll make it up for me. I know you will. Like a good girl. Why don't you fuck yourself on it? I wanna hear you come, doll. I know you can.”

You don't need to be told twice. You pull the toy out, biting your lip as you immediately thrust it back in, establishing a rhythm that goes along with its speed. Hobie, on the other side, takes his time. He teases you – stopping the speed, then climbing it back up before turning it off together. Making you fuck yourself with it. He has you at his mercy, making you beg him for it to be faster and faster — until tears come down.

You let out noises of you fucking yourself on the fake cock echo throughout the empty-ish room. The curved spot of the dildo hits you just right with every desperate flex and thrust of your wrists.

Though, Hobie heard you gasping, moaning out his name — and in return, you heard him along. You hear his hands on his shaft, whispering your name in turn, along with filthy things about how tight you always are for him and how you're the best, his good girl, and how he's gonna fuck you into next week when he sees you. He needs your cunt around his cock right fuckin' now.

You couldn't control yourself. The hand that wasn't controlling the toy went down to the puffy lips of your sex, playing with your clit as you fuck yourself with the dildo.

Circling the bundle of nerves, beginning to rub in earnest, needing direct stimulation. The pad of your finger wasn't rough enough. Wasn't large or calloused like Hobie's. But in tandem with the shaft of buildup plunging inside of your walls, you couldn't help but moan out loud.

“Hobie!” You pant, turning your head so that your cheek is pressed against the pillow. “M' close! I'm so close—”

“fuck,” he cursed, making you hear the slick noises get faster, almost impossibly so. “Shit, fuck. I want you to cum for me, luv'. Lemme hear yur' pretty voice.”

Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning more as the toy got faster, its speed turning its 5th gear; your all-time favorite.

A vision of Hobie flashes into your mind: his dark, clouded hair slightly slicked back with sweat, his shoulders tensed and so broad, his eyes glittering so dangerously as his teeth dig into his plump bottom lip. You recall the sound of his deep voice telling you to cum.

The twirling tornado of the heat inside you seems to all converge on a single point between your thighs. The ache in both of your wrists seems to dissipate entirely as the point explodes into a thousand pieces; a tsunami swallowing you whole as it crashes a peaceful shore.

You wail out Hobie's name, cresting the giant wave of pleasure as he grunts out your own; his white essence landing all over his stomach and the wall in front of him.

You lay there with the toy still buried in, now at its lowest setting – still going inside at your already-sensitive walls; making you ride out all the trembling aftershocks. Your leg seizes up but quickly drops to the mattress.

Breathing was hard. The aftershocks of pleasure were making you all double-vision. You're simply laying there, a boneless, useless mess who couldn't catch a break.

Hobie's breathing is stuttered, and you can't help but feel thrills going through at the knowledge that you always get to be the one with Hobie's cool composure. Your fingers ache, a good ache beneath the sheets.

“Still with me, baby?” Hobie's voice comes after the two of you spend a few minutes simply breathing deep and satisfying noises with each other. “I'll be home as soon as I can. Can't wait to see ya'”

“Me too,” you murmur, barely able to finish the sentence without huffing in defeat. Though, a smile on your face creeps on your face – leaking through the phone.

“Send me a picture, luv. Get yur' beauty sleep, see you tomorrow.”

—

My Masterlist :)

504 notes · View notes

batwritings · 1 year

Note

Hello! I'm kinda new to your blog, since I have been reading your content and I love it!

I wanted to do a little request? I'm not sure if it's okay or not, so, up to you to decide ^^

Could I possibly request a male!reader with Dom!Sapnap (or anyone else you want)? Like a little makeup sex as reader has been neglected and their Dom didn't realize until later?

Hope it it's okay ^^

More best boy hours! :D I will always take prompts for this kid, I fucking adore him. Again, had a bit of a hand here, hope that's okay. ^^; Enjoy!~

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

Sapnap knew you were upset with him the moment he came back from his outing with Dream. Normally, you would've practically jumped into his arms the second he set foot in the door. And just as much as Dream would've fake gagged at your affection, Sapnap would've reciprocated just as much.

"Hey babe?" He called quietly, on the off-chance you were napping. "I'm back. You okay?" You were sat on your shared bed, sitting in one of his prototype hoodies that practically swallowed you, a pout on your face.

"You've kinda been ignoring me Sap," you answered softly. Part of you felt selfish for saying what you did. You never wanted to come off as that kind of sub that kept his Dom all to himself. But wow, did you kinda feel pawned off recently in the light of Dream's face reveal.

Now, as dense as he could be, Sapnap was no stranger to your emotions or how easily you caught a bad case of fomo. Immediately he was shutting and locking his door, tossing his goodies aside and getting between your legs. "I'm sorry Puppy," he sighed, the pet name extremely sweet to hear after how you'd been feeling. "Can I make it up to you?"

By the tone in his voice and the mischievous glint in his eyes, you knew just what he was planning. You smirked, rolled your eyes, and spread your legs. "Yes Sir," you answered, trying not to giggle as well.

Your Southern Dom smiled back, lifting the hoodie up so he could pull your shorts and underwear down. The very first thing he did was lick a solid line up your quickly hardening member. You hid your flushed face behind the oversized hoodie sleeves, whimpering at the attention. Sapnap gave you all the attention in the world, loving on your cock to bring it to full hardness as quickly as he could.

"Be a good pup and grab the lube for me," he ordered gently. You did as he asked as he shucked off his own pants and underwear, slowly stroking himself. "Prep yourself for me Puppy."

You whined, offering a quick "yes Sir," in response as you slicked up your fingers. The cool gel at your entrance had you flinching at first but slowly relaxing as you sunk your digits in. You knew this was something he adored, watching you get yourself off for his amusement. The whole time, praise is falling from his lips, telling you what a good puppy you're being for him, how good you're doing in listening.

Once you added a third finger, Sapnap grabbed your wrist gently, pulling your fingers out of your eager hole. "My turn," he said, taking the lube from beside you to slick up his own rock-hard erection. He waited for your signal at your entrance, just the tip slipping in. "What do we say when we want something from Sir?"

"Please Sir!" You whined loudly. "Please fuck your puppy!" Sapnap chuckled before sliding in, reveling in the way you practically sucked him in. His pace started slow, letting you adjust to the stretch, the feel of him inside you. He jerked your cock in time with his thrusts, the combination of the pressure from him fucking you and the pleasure around your own member having you in complete bliss.

"Such a good puppy," the man praised. "Being so good and patient for me while I help Dream get more comfortable in public." He groaned softly, picking up his pace before continuing. "Maybe that's what we should do, have you come with us the next time we go out. Have you wear that pretty plug for me and your collar? Huh?"

You moaned loud again, your head falling back against the sound proofing of his wall. "Please Sir," you cried, gasping as the head of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. "Please, please, please, please, please!" With your desperate cries and knowing exactly what he was doing to you, Sapnap fucked into you harder, slamming your prostate with each thrust.

You came hard, harder than you had in weeks as your Dom stroked your cock in tandem. He filled you up abruptly, hips stalling as he buried himself deep, down to his base. The two of you panting in unison filled the room as Sapnap pulled his messy hand away from your member gently so as not to overstimulate you.

"Are we still going out to dinner?" The two of you heard outside the door. "Or are you two gonna fuck all night?"

You hid your flushed face with an embarrassed groan as Sapnap only laughed. "Yeah yeah," your Dom called to Dream. "We'll be out soon." The man kissed your head gently. "You wanna put your plug in and come along Puppy?" You shook your head with a smile.

"I just wanna be with you."

#bat writes #anon reqs #bat's system writes #sapnap smut #mcyt smut #dsmp smut

58 notes · View notes

demonprincezeldris · 3 years

Text

𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕥𝕠 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕤 (ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚)

ᴛᴡ: ɪɴᴄ*ꜱᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ-ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ꜰᴏᴜʀꜱᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ-ᴏɴ ꜱᴇx, ᴄᴜᴍ ɪɴꜰʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴇx ᴛᴏʏ (ᴀɴᴀʟ ᴘʟᴜɢ), ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ

１８＋！ＭｉｎｏｒｓＤＮＩ！

If you are sensitive to any of the above topics, please click away now!

Meliodas moaned as your hands and lips trailed all over his body. His chest, nis neck, his face. Everywhere you could find any skin your touch was there, skimming over him and making him melt in your arms. Zeldris panted hotly as he breathed against the juncture of Meliodas’ neck, flicking his tongue out to lick against his brother’s skin, then biting down hard. The Dragon Sin gasped, jerking in your hold as Zeldris drew blood from the wound, quickly cleaning it with his tongue.

Your eyes flickered down, more than pleased to see the curve of his erection pressing against the white fabric of his pants. In a quick movement, you crouched down, swiftly pulling them down around his ankles. Your mouth watered as his hefty erection popped out, poking against your lips, pearls of precum already beading at the opened slit. Meliodas whined, the sound muffled as you gently mouthed at the head, quickly moving down to trace along his dick, your tongue trailing along the underside. Your eyes glanced up, your suspicion confirmed as Meliodas’ head was turned to the side, Zeldris’ hand clenched on the underside of his jaw as he kissed him passionately.

Feeling fresh heat coil in your gut, you continued your experimentation, your head lowering to mouth his balls, sucking one inside your mouth, then moving on to the other. You quickly moved back up, swallowing his cock with ease, hearing Meliodas moan, his back arching to push his cock even deeper into your mouth. “That’s it,” Zeldris murmured in Meliodas’ ear, both men looking down at you. More focused on pleasing Meliodas, you started bobbing your head up and down at a furious pace, breathing deeply through your nose.

“Zeldris,” you heard Arthur call out to the demon. After a moment's pause, he spoke again, “Why don’t you prepare him for me?” Zeldris practically purred in delight as he listened to Arthur. “W-wait a minute! Zel, what are you- AH!” he gasped loudly, his cock jerking forward in your mouth. Zeldris had also crouched down to the other side of his torso, his hands spreading his cheeks wide and pressing his head forward. Meliodas jerked between the two of you, his moans bouncing off the walls at the double pleasure that assaulted him.

Meliodas’ hands clenched in your hair, rhythmically rocking forward and back between you. He shuddered uncontrollably as you continued your wet movements. “Enough, my pets,” Arthur murmured after a few minutes. You pulled off the demon’s cock, turning to look at Arthur, Zeldris doing the same. Arthur’s eyes were dark with lust as he curled a finger. “Come to me, Meliodas,” he purred. You both watched, crouched on your hands and knees as Meliodas stumbled towards him. Arthur was quick to discard his vest and shirt, chucking it on the ground and trailing his hand over his abs.

Arthur’s eyes shone with lust as he looked at the eldest demon. “I’ve said this before, but I admire you so much, Sir Meliodas,” he said. “So much so that I’ll give you a special treat that nobody else can do. See, my pets over there are submissive to me. I haven’t gotten the chance to see what it’s like. In short, I want you to fuck me. Only you, my idol for years, will be able to shove your cock inside me.” Meliodas nearly collapsed at the mention of pleasing Arthur. He took a deep breath as he tried to get words to form. “Arthur. W-what are you saying? I can’t possibly-”

The King of Chaos was quick to push himself forward, locking their lips together. Arthur stood up, maneuvering them both so that Meliodas was seated on the throne, Arthur climbing over him as their lips stayed glued together. Arthur straddled the Dragon Sin, both you and Zeldris whining as you saw Arthur press back against his cock, sinking down slowly. You watched as Meliodas’ dick sunk into the king, Arthur leaning his head back to moan and praise him. “Yes, yes! So good, so fucking big for me!” Meliodas couldn’t do anything but moan as Arthur’s ass settled over his hips, stretching the king over his massive girth.

You heard Zeldris whine as he watched Arthur and Meliodas. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, “This is so hot! I… I want more.” You heard him shuffle around, turning your head and sucking in a sharp breath as he turned on his back, pulling his legs back and whining. “Please, Y/N, fuck me! I need it! I need to be filled, just like brother’s doing to Arthur,” he whimpered, his pleas turning into ramble as he begged for you to fuck him. You licked your lips as you looked at his pitiful state, before looking to the side, crawling over to the side and grabbing a strap-on, securing it around your hips and going back to Zeldris. The small piece of lace was still around his hips, the fabric stretched taught around his rigid cock, outlining the anal plug that was still wedged inside him.

With gentle ease, your fingers curled around the lace, pulling it off his legs and tossing it to the side. Your mouth watered as you beheld the sight, your fingers dragging over his hardened erection, hearing him whimper at your slow pace. Your fingers curled around the handle of the plug, slowly easing it out of him. It finally released with a squelching sound, Zeldris leaning his head back at the sensation. You braced yourself over him, pressing the fake dick at his hole. “ Do it,” he moaned, “Fuck me.” With a quick thrust, you slid inside with one stroke. You immediately began rocking your hips, brushing your lips together in a brief kiss as you drilled into him. Each hefty thrust into the demon caused a small amount of cum to squeeze out, running down his plump ass and pooling onto the floor below. In the background, you could hear the mixed moans of Arthur and Meliodas as they continued fucking.

It wasn’t long before you heard Arthur’s voice call out to you, hoarse and raspy. “Y/N, come here,” he moaned. Zeldris whined in protest, but you were quick to obey, pulling out of him and turning to Arthur. Meliodas was on the ground, panting at his feet. Arthur gave you a crooked smile as he beckoned you forward. Slowly, you stood up, making your way over to him. Arthur’s amethyst eyes trailed over your form, reaching out to brush your hair as soon as you reached him. “Hello, my beautiful pet,” he murmured, “Did you and Zeldris enjoy seeing me get fucked hard by the eldest demon prince?” You nodded your head in confirmation. “Yes, master,” you murmured, your eyes half-lidded. The King of Chaos smiled as he caressed your cheek. “Good, I’m glad you enjoyed the show,” he whispered.

He patted his lap as he drew his hand away. “Come. Sit on Daddy’s lap. You’ve been such a good pet for me, and it’s time to be rewarded,” he murmured. In a split second, you were turned around, pressing back against Arthur’s chest as his arm traced the inside of your leg. “Meliodas,” he said, looking to where his newest pet lay. Meliodas looked up at him, the question clear in his eyes. “Why don’t you finish what dear Y/N started, hmm? Zeldris deserved to feel good too. Deserves to be stuffed with your fat cock.”

Meliodas’ eyes darkened, his demon symbol bleeding onto his forehead as he stared at where his brother lay, legs spread wide as copious amounts of cum dribbled onto the floor below him. You watched as Meliodas crawled over to him, a sexy growl emanating from his chest as he stared at Zeldris. With a startled cry, he was turned over, his ass in the air as Meliodas mounted him like a dog in heat, driving into him hard. As you watched, a hand made from Arthur’s Chaos magic curled around your other leg, hoisting you up, situating your other hole over his dick. You cried out as Arthur pushed you down hard onto his cock, spearing you with his length as pleasure spiked through your entire body.

You heard Zeldris cry out in pleasure, too focused on yourself as you bounced on the king’s cock. “Zeldris,” Arthur growled after a few moments, his movements stopping altogether, allowing your head to fall back on his shoulder. “Come and clean me up.” You raised your head briefly to watch Zeldris quite literally crawl over to Arthur, Meliodas pulling out of him and staring right at his ass. As Zeldris settled between his legs, Arthur began bouncing you again. You cried out, unaware of when he would start again. Arthur moaned in your ear as Zeldris began licking the place where his brother had just cum. “Such a good pet for Daddy,” he groaned, his eyes half lidded as he watched Zeldris clean his brother’s fluids.

This continued for a while, Arthur looking down as he asked Zeldris, “You liked that didn’t you. You liked the feeling of being filled by your brother.” Zeldris pulled back as he nodded eagerly, his mouth covered in saliva and semen as he nodded hazily to Arthur. “I loved it,” he moaned, “I loved being filled by Meliodas. Big brother’s fat cock is so big, he fills me up so much.” You let out a low groan in his ear at the words, Arthur’s eyes flicking over to where Meliodas still was seated. “Well then, we shouldn’t keep either of you waiting now can we?” Meliodas immediately took the hint and rushed back to his brother, immediately stuffing Zel’s ass again, the youngest crying out as he was shoved forward violently with the force of Meliodas’ thrust, his face almost pressing into Arthur’s backside. He moaned loudly, his tongue flicking out to continue his task.

Zeldris looked up after a while, panting as he tried to form words as he was continuously fucked brutally from behind. “Daddy I-I’m done,” he whined between thrusts, the smacking of flesh filling the room. “Good boy,” Arthur purred as he patted his head. You moaned as he summoned a tentacle of darkness, curling it around the strap-on still attached to you, pulling it away to expose your clit, which was soaked and glistening. “Here’s your reward,” he purred. You gasped as Zeldris immediately pulled himself up, bracing his hands on the edge of the throne and pressing his mouth against your mound. His tongue swept up and down your clit, making you cry out in need at the fresh pleasure that spiked. Zeldris’ tongue licked and sucked, even pressing you apart to reach deeper and taste the inside of you. You were so overcome by pleasure, unable to do anything but lean your head back and moan.

You heard wet sounds beside your ear, opening your eyes briefly to see that Arthur had pulled Meliodas close and was making out with him fervently, their kiss sloppy. You felt your orgasm quickly approach as the pace continued, too overcome with the feeling of Zeldris’ mouth around your clit, Arthur fucking your ass with his cock, and the sound of him and Meliodas kissing right beside your ear. Your moans quickly turned into wails, your hands clenching in Zeldris hair as you held him against your clit as you began to orgasm, Zeldris’ tongue never stopping its movements. It wasn’t long before the others' orgasms approached, Meliodas and Arthur groaning as they came together, prompting Zeldris to finally cum, moaning loudly as his face still pressed between your legs as his brother came inside of him.

Arthur gently pulled you off his cock, all four of you panting heavily as you came down from your orgasms. “Well done Meliodas,” Arthur purred as he cradled you in his arms, Meliodas pulling out of his brother and sinking to his knees. “Yet another obedient little pet for me. You’ll fit in quite well here.”

#Meldris #Zelthur #Meldristhur #Meliodas x Arthur #Meliodas x Zeldris #Zeldris x Reader #Arthur x Reader #Meliodas x Reader #Meliodas x Zeldris x Arthur x Reader #Zeldris x Arthur

174 notes · View notes

serenehwa · 3 years

Text

Midnight Hour

genre: smut, but sweet smut

pairing: jin x reader

word count: 2.1k

summary: sweet late night sex with jin. that’s it that’s the smut.

It was a quiet night, Jin was yet again staying late at practice with the boys. It was something you had grown used to, night after night of brushing your teeth alone, showering alone, and snuggling into lonely sheets without him to warm you up. You laid in the bed, mindlessly browsing various social medias as you started to feel your eyes become heavy.

You had dozed off when you heard the door unlock, Jin quietly sneaking into the house to get himself ready for bed. Glancing at the clock, you realized it was around midnight. The house was quiet, the only sounds being heard were that of Jin getting ready in the bathroom for bed, the sink running as you heard the repetition of his toothbrush doing its job.

“Hello, beautiful.” Jin whispered as he walked into the bedroom, the smile on his face lightly illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window, “Sorry for being out so late again.”

“It’s not a problem, babe. I understand that you can’t help it.” You answered back at him, plugging your phone in for the night and sitting it on the nightstand, “I did miss you, though.”

Jin slid into the bed beside you, wearing an oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts as his pajamas of choice. His warmth was immediately noticeable, as was the smell of his facial moisturizer mixed in with the light hint of minty toothpaste, the smell of him was intoxicating and you could never get enough of it. He snuggled against you, an audible sigh escaping his lips as you moved to face him, lazily throwing an arm around his broad shoulders to pull him closer.

“God, I am so exhausted and this bed has never felt more comfortable.” Jin sighed, his voice barely a whisper as his eyes fluttered close.

“You say that every time you come home from practice, you know.” You whispered back, giggling at him.

“Well, it’s how I feel every time. There is nothing better than coming home to you and our bed. It’s infinite comfort.” Jin sighed again, bringing his lips to leave a tiny kiss upon your forehead.

Jin’s eyes were closed as he began to pepper your face with light, feathery kisses. Your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, everything needed to be appreciated. He opened his eyes to look at you, running his hand across your cheek to rest on your shoulder before placing a small kiss on your lips.

“I love you, you know?” Jin whispered against your lips before giving another peck, “Like, a lot. I love you a lot.”

You smiled into the kiss, holding him even tighter to you.

“The feeling is very mutual, as I also happen to love you a lot. Like, a lot lot.” You assured him, bringing your hand to hold his face as you kissed him. Nothing rushed or forced between the two of you, just small, quiet kisses illuminated by the moonlight.

Jin was the one to start it, he brought his hand to rest on your waist as he kissed you just ever so slightly with more force than before. He always wanted every kiss to have meaning, to be laced with nothing but love and appreciation for you. You draped your leg across his hips, bringing him even closer to you so that your entire bodies were touching. You felt his tongue graze your lips as he attempted to deepen the kiss, his hand gently held your waist even tighter as he did so. You opened your mouth to join him, tongues slowly caressing each other as you explored each others mouths. You sighed, wanting nothing more than to be exactly where you were, laying in bed and making out with your loving boyfriend. Jin’s hand moved to the hem of your shirt, making its way underneath to leave tiny touches against your hips working up to rest on your waist. You held your leg around his hips even tighter as you just slightly grazed your body against his. You felt Jin’s reaction immediately, his cock twitched against your thigh and he lightly sighed into the continued makeout session the two of you were very much enjoying.

“I see that there’s one part of you that doesn’t seem to be so exhausted.” You whispered, pulling away for just a moment to look at Jin, his eyes fluttered open, his lips were glossy with the combined saliva from both of you.

“I think you may be right.” Jin smiled, his exhaustion very apparent in his voice, “We might have to do something about it.”

The two of you began to kiss again, this time with a bit more fervor as you grazed your thigh against him again, feeling his cock twitch against you yet again as he began to fully harden. His hand worked its way up to your chest, his soft fingers making your body feel like it had electricity coursing through it. Your hands went under his shirt as well, feeling the soft but sturdy torso that he was blessed with as you moved for him to take it off. He sat up for just a moment, removing his hand from your chest to remove his own shirt.

“There, are you happy now? Getting to see the legendary Worldwide Handsome shirtless? Don’t you feel blessed?” Jin flashed his smile as he continued, “I know, you’re just dying to touch me.”

“Yes, yes. I’m so blessed, really.” You rolled your eyes, “I have the pleasure of being with the one and only Worldwide Handsome Jin.” “The pleasure is all mine, my dear.” Jin moved both of you so he could get on top of you, nestling himself between your legs as he brought his head down to kiss you again.

Jin’s hands went to remove your shirt, you silently thanked your past self for choosing not to put a bra on as he brought his hand to rest on your breast. He began to pepper open mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping lightly at your collarbone as he continued to make his way down to your chest. He left kisses on your breasts, teasing as he would slightly graze against your hardened nipples but never quite give them the attention they so desperately craved.

“Jin, please.” You whined, “I need you.”

He took a nipple into his mouth and you gasped, there was absolutely nothing better than Jin’s lips on any part of your body. You felt like your nerves were on fire, every touch making you want him that much more. He began to slowly grind himself against your core and God, was it good. You swore you could cum just from this alone, but you know that you needed more. He continued to work his tongue against your nipples, switching between your breasts and always making sure to give the other one attention with his soft hands. You moaned, involuntarily arching off of the bed to get as close as possible to Jin, whose cock was twitching repeatedly against your core with every moan you let out.

Jin sat up and moved his hands to your hips, pulling the shorts you were wearing down along with your underwear to remove them. He stood up, taking his own shorts down. His naked and aroused silhouette in the subtle moonlight might just be the most gorgeous version of him that you’ve ever seen. His cock was beautiful, not the longest but it was thick, standing at attention with a slight curve to the left and you swore that you were seeing the perfect example of the ideal human body every time you saw Jin nude.

“Enjoying your view?” Jin sleepily teased, bringing his body back onto the bed to join you, making himself comfy between your legs as he lays his body on yours, “I know that I’m enjoying mine.”

He grabbed onto your thighs bringing your legs to wrap around his waist as he ground himself against your wet core, he groaned, finally feeling how wet you were for him.

“I always enjoy my view if my view is you.” You gasped as he ground against you again, “Fuck, please keep doing that.”

“You’re so wet for me, babe.” Jin whispered against your neck, his hot breath ghosting against you as he sighed, “You know that I can’t tell you no when you beg me so nicely.”

Jin continued to grind against you, the tip of his cock grazing your clit again and again as he moaned against your neck. Your legs wrapped around him even tighter, the onslaught of sounds from him and heavy breaths against you sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

“Please, Jin, I need your cock inside me. I need to truly feel all of you.” You begged him, turning his head from your neck to face him, bringing his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss before continuing, “You’re going to drive me crazy if you don’t fuck me soon.”

Jin moaned against your lips, there’s nothing he loves more than to hear you beg for his cock.

“Who am I to keep my beautiful girl waiting?” Jin reached down between your bodies, aligning his cock with your entrance as he slowly slid into you, drawing out moans from both of you with every inch, “God, you feel so fucking amazing every time we do this.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything in response, your ability to form any coherent sentence was lost as Jin guided himself into you, your legs were still wrapped around his waist and his pubic bone was grinding against your clit with every thrust and you knew that there was no way you were going to last long. Only Jin had the ability to make you a mess like this, only he could manage to set fire to every nerve in your body every single time you were intimate with him.

Jin’s hands roamed your body, one landing on your ass to grip you even tighter. The weight of him resting on you combined with the continued slow thrusting was electrifying to every one of your senses. You wrapped your arms around his back, scratching your nails up it as he seemingly refused to speed up his thrusting, the slow burn of it all just making it that much more tantalizing.

“Please, please Jin. I need it.” You whined, “So bad.”

Jin smirked, loving how he could make you feel like this. His thrusts sped up ever so slightly, his angle working against you perfectly to graze your clit every time he thrust all the way into you.

“Is this what you needed, baby? You needed me to fill you up like this?” Jin whispered against your neck, bringing his head up to look straight into your eyes. All you could do is nod in response, ability to speak once again taken from you.

Jin rested his forehead against yours as he sped his thrusts up again, breathing heavily against you as his face began to scrunch up in pleasure. He bit his bottom lip, his moans were getting whinier and higher pitched with every thrust. You knew he was close, and you were too.

Bringing a hand to your breast, Jin began to fondle a nipple and you knew there was no going back. Your orgasm was catching up to you quickly. You gripped harder onto his back, your nails gripped so hard into his back that you thought you might draw blood.

“I’m so close.” You whimpered against him, feeling your orgasm build up and then release, the waves of pleasure shooting into every nerve in your body. You swore you could see stars as you convulsed against him.

“Fuck, I’m close too.” Jin moaned, knowing his orgasm was soon to follow. His thrusts became sloppier the closer he got, chasing his high like no other.

You looked up at him and saw how beautiful he was. The sweat glistening off of his forehead, his mouth hanging open just releasing moan after moan, not a care in the world if anyone could hear. He let out a low groan as you felt him cum, releasing himself inside of you as his thrusts slowed again to extend his orgasm for as long as he possibly could before he collapsed on top of you, completely out of breath.

“I love you so much,” Jin said against your lips, kissing you yet again, “So, so much.”

“I love you too, Jin,” You responded, wrapping your arms around him to hold him as close to you as possible, “More than anyone else in this world.”

The two of you laid there for a moment before cleaning up, the quiet, dimlit room filled only with the sounds of your labored breathing. Yeah, there really wasn’t anything better than this.

#bts #bts smut #bts imagine #bts reaction #bts jin #jin smut #seokjin smut #kim seokjin #kpop smut #karissa writes

218 notes · View notes

q-gorgeous · 3 years

Text

If You Go Out of This World Today

fanfiction

ao3

The Accident didn’t turn Danny into a half ghost, but instead allowed him to see, hear, and physically interact with the very real ghosts that are now pouring through the portal (Alternative: Danny’s always been clairvoyant, but after the accident he finally sees all of the ghosts he’d grown up talking to) prompt by @sapphireswimming

word count: 3358

yo another prompt hidey hey

Ember had been chasing Johnny and Kitty through the Ghost Zone when it happened. Suddenly she was tripping her way through a natural portal that had spontaneously formed in front of her and she tumbled straight into the human world. Before she could stand back up, the portal had closed already.

Looking around, she could see that she was in a bedroom. The walls were painted blue with stars stuck to the ceiling. There was a night light plugged into the wall and as she looked around her gaze landed on a small boy who was sitting straight up in his bed. He had black hair and blue eyes and he was staring at his closet with wide eyes.

“Hello?” He called. “Is someone there?”

Ember stays quiet, not ready to announce her presence. A few moments later though, a woman walks in through the door.

“Danny, are you alright?”

He points to his closet. “I thought I heard a weird noise. Can you look?”

She nods. She walks over to the closet and opens it, sticking her head inside. Looking back and forth, she calls back out to Danny.

“Nothing in here.”

“No ghosts?” Danny asks, lifting his blanket up to cover the bottom half of his face.

“No ghosts.” She confirms. “We’d know if there were ghosts in the house.”

Ember nearly snorts but holds the sound back.

“Now, it's time for bed.” She walks over to the bed and starts tucking him back in.

“Mommy! Can you sing me a song before I go back to sleep?” He begged.

His mom smiled and sat down on the bed beside him, brushing his hair out of his face. Then she began to sing.

“If you go out of this world today

You’re sure of a big surprise

If you go out of this world today

You’d better go in disguise.”

Ember frowned. That’s not how she remembered this song going.

“For every ghost that ever there was

Will gather there for certain, because

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.”

Wretched ghosts?

“If you go out of this world today

You’d better not go alone

It’s pretty out of the world today

But safer to stay at home.

For every ghost that ever there was

Will gather there for certain, because

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.”

Ember didn’t know what to make of this woman or her parody of this lullaby. Why was it about ghosts? Most people didn’t even believe in ghosts.

“Every wretched ghost, who’s been bad

Is sure of a treat today

There’s lots of wonderful things to do

And wonderful tests to try.”

Ember stared at the woman in horror. Did they study ghosts? Why did they hate ghosts so much?

“Beyond the clouds where nobody sees

They’ll hide and seek as long as they please

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.”

Ember stood frozen to the spot where she stood. Realistically, she knew she should be escaping and trying to find a way back to the ghost zone right now. If this woman managed to find her and capture her, who knows what she’d plan on doing.

But on the other hand, what kind of mother sings about experimenting on ghosts to her kids? What if he’s in danger? The way his mother had sung that last verse had unnerved Ember, and while it seemed to have put the boy to sleep, it still left a sour taste in her mouth.

Looking at the boy in the small bed, her resolve hardened. She’d stay and watch over him. Or at least stay long enough to figure out if he’d be okay.

QQQQQ

It was a few days later when Ember first let something slip. Danny was watching cartoons in front of the tv downstairs and she laughed at something that happened in the show. Danny’s head had whipped to the side and looked in her general direction with wide eyes.

“Hello?”

Ember took in a sharp breath. Most humans couldn’t hear or see ghosts. She just happened to find one that could, but at least it didn’t seem like he could see her at all. She shouldn’t start talking to him but…

“Hi.”

His mouth dropped open. “Why can’t I see you?”

“Uh, well. Because I’m a ghost.”

“You’re a ghost?” He gaped at the empty air beside her head. “Mom-!”

“No! Shh sh!” Ember started waving her hands in a “no” motion even though he couldn’t see her. “Don’t tell them! If they found out I was here they’d try to trap me!” She had found the Fenton’s lab two days ago, and while it cemented the idea that this was a dangerous place for a toddler, it also scared the shit out of her.

“Trap you? How can they trap you if you’re a ghost?”

“Your parents are very smart people. They have all sorts of stuff that they’re building in the basement.”

“The basement? What’s in the basement?” He started climbing off the couch.

“Nope, nope! You’re not going down to the basement. It’s too dangerous down there.” Ember stood to block his path even though, again, he couldn’t see her.

He let out a whine. “That’s what mommy and daddy always say. I’m a big boy now! When will I be able to go into the basement?”

Ember shook her head. “Not for a long time I’d hope.”

Danny groaned and climbed back onto the couch, laying face down on it instead of facing the tv to watch the show. “Why can’t I go down there when they’re down there all day?” He asked quietly.

Ember frowned at him sadly and sat down beside his head. “Even big boys like you need to be protected from dangerous things. But! How about we hang out together? We can be buddies, small fry.”

Danny scrambled up into a sitting position excitedly. “Like an imaginary friend? Except for real?”

She chuckled. “Sure. Like an imaginary friend. Let’s go with that.”

Danny cheered. “Come on! Let’s go play superhero in my room!”

He charged up the stairs and she followed slowly after him, chuckling.

QQQQQ

“You’re doing what?” Johnny asked incredulously.

“Staying here.” Ember watched as Danny swung on the swings, his mother tinkering with an invention in her hands as she sat on the bench.

“What’s the fun in that?” Kitty asked. “What’s the point in staying here if no one can see you? How are you going to scare any of them?”

Ember scoffed, her brows drawing down as she looked at them. “I’m not here to scare anyone.”

“Then why are you here?” Johnny asked.

Ember fidgeted where she stood, looking at Danny. “I tripped through a portal into that kids room when I got here. Everything seemed pretty normal until his mom started singing a song about experimenting on ghosts.”

“So what? He’s not a ghost.” Kitty said bluntly.

“No, but what kind of parents sing about torturing something to their kid? I looked around their house and they have a lab full of weapons and a dissection table and everything! I don’t think it matters that he’s not a ghost, that’s not a safe place to be in. Half the time his parents forget to come up and feed them and his older sister has to make something to eat for the two of them.” Ember sighed. “I know what it’s like to come from a shitty home situation. I just want to make sure he doesn’t get hurt.”

Johnny and Kitty shared a sad look. Kitty spoke up. “We get that too, but what about your safety? If they’re ghost hunters they probably pose more of a danger to you than they do to him.”

Ember snorted. “As if. I don’t know how they got to be where they are but they are probably the most air headed scientists ever. They think their tracking devices are locking onto Danny somehow instead of me. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Well, if you end up fading-”

“What’s fading?” Danny asked suddenly.

Johnny yelped as he was interrupted, not noticing the boy approaching them. Ember chuckled.

“We can talk about that later. What are you doing over here, small fry?”

“I heard you talking to someone else. I wanted to come see who it was. It’s also boring playing by myself.” Danny pouted and kicked his foot in the woodchips.

“Well you’re in luck, little dip! I’ve got two great friends here who would love to play with us!”

“Wait-” Johnny said, waving his hands back and forth.

“What do you want to play?” Ember continued, ignoring him.

“Oohh, we can play ice cream man!” Danny said excitedly. He started running towards a plastic counter thing that was built into the playground. “Ice cream! Get your ice cream!” He shouted.

“Why are you dragging us into this?” Johnny asked.

“Loosen up a little bit, he’s just a kid. It’s not like you guys have to stay. Hello Mr. Ice Cream Man!” Embered said cheerily as she walked up to where Danny stood at the counter.

“Hello! What can I get for you today?”

“Hm.” Ember looked above Danny’s head at a pretend menu. “How about a strawberry ice cream cone?”

“Coming right up!” Danny bent over and reappeared a few seconds later with a pile of woodchips that he poured all over the counter. “Order served!”

“Thank you! Wow! Om nom nom, so delicious!” Ember said, pretending to eat her ice cream.

Danny swept the woodchips off of the counter. “Next!”

Johnny rolled his eyes but Kitty pulled him forward. “Hi! Can we get an ice cream sundae for two? It’ll be so romantic.” She fluttered her eyes at Johnny and he made a face at her.

“Coming right up!” Once again, Danny bent over but this time when he dumped the woodchips on the counter, it was an even bigger pile. “Order served!”

Kitty made pretend eating sounds and Ember was about to walk back up to the counter when she heard the voices of a couple of kids nearby.

“Can we have some ice cream?”

Two kids about Danny’s age walked up to him. One had big glasses on his face and the other had her black hair done up in two pigtails. Danny stared at them for a few seconds before responding. “Right! Yes. What flavors would you two like?”

The kid with glasses whispered in the girl’s ear and she approached the counter.

“Mint chocolate chip and chocolate chip cookie dough?”

“Coming right up!” Danny bent over once again and picked up two handfuls of woodchips, placing them on the counter. The girl stared at them for a few seconds.

“Order served!”

She giggled and picked them up, bringing them close to her face. “Mmm, this is the most delicious ice cream I’ve ever had.” She nudged her friend beside her, who was staring sadly at the woodchips.

“Huh? Oh.” He picked up his own pile. “Om nom nom. So good.”

The girl laughed again. “I’m Sam. This is Tucker.” Tucker waved. “Did you want to come play in the sandbox with us?”

He stared at her again, eyes wide, before his face split into a grin. “Sure! What are you guys playing?”

Ember waved goodbye to Johnny and Kitty as they announced their goodbyes. She followed Danny and his new friends across the park to the sandbox.

“We were just going to see how big of a hole we can dig.” Tucker says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I think we can get to China.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “We don’t have time for that Tucker. My mom wants me home by four, remember?”

His shoulders slumped. “Oh yeah.”

Ember chuckled at them. Having friends Danny’s age will probably be good for him. She hasn’t seen one kid come over in the couple weeks she’s been staying with him.

“Wait what time is it now?” Danny asked.

He only got two shrugs in return.

“Come on, let’s go talk to my mom. Maybe we can convince her and whoever brought you guys to get us ice cream instead of playing in the sandbox.”

Sam and Tucker’s eyes lit up and they hurried after Danny as he ran to the bench where his mom sat, who had finally put her invention away and was reading a book instead.

“Mom, Mom! What time is it?”

She checked a watch on her wrist. “3:15. We’ll be leaving soon though, so you better finish anything you still want to do.”

Ember silently laughed at the panic that appeared on Danny’s face. “Can we find Sam and Tucker’s parent and get ice cream instead of staying in the park? Please?” He clasped his hands together and started begging, Sam and Tucker following suit.

“Who are-”

Maddie finally looked up at the three kids standing in front of her. “Oh! Why hello there! Danny! You made some friends!”

“Can we pleeeease get some ice cream?”

“Pleease?” Sam and Tucker chorused.

Maddie chuckled. “I don’t see why not. We have to go find your guardian first and ask them if you two can have some though.” She stood up and started packing her book back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

The three kids cheered and Sam and Tucker ran their way over to another bench on the other side of the playground.

“Mom! Me and Sam made a new friend! We were wondering if we could all get ice cream together!”

Tucker’s mom looked up and saw Danny standing shyly behind his mom, who waved.

“Hi, I’m Maddie and this is Danny.”

Danny waved.

“Hi! I’m Angela.” She looked back at Sam and Tucker. “You guys made a new friend? I think that’s cause for celebration.”

“We can get ice cream?” Sam asked.

“Yes, we can get ice cream.” Angela said, smiling.

All three kids cheered and started following their moms as they walked out of the park. Ember smiled. While she liked spending time playing with Danny, these were kids his age that he could actually see. She was happy for him.

QQQQQ

“Ghosts aren’t real, man.”

“What do you mean?” Danny asked, a furrow in his brow.

Ember looked away from a book she had finally learned how to pick up and turn invisible after years in the human world to see Danny and his friends looking at each other in frustration.

“Ghosts aren’t real. There’s no scientific evidence of them.” Tucker said, looking back at the tv where their game was paused.

“Well what about my parents' work? Their lifelong passion?”

Tucker shrugged. “There’s gotta be some explanation for whatever findings they have. It can’t be explained by ghosts. Have your parents ever seen a ghost?”

“No but not everyone can see ghosts.”

“Huh?”

“It’s called being clairvoyant.” Sam said. “It encompasses different kinds of things but it can apply to seeing the future or seeing ghosts and other things like that.”

“Do you believe me Sam?” Danny asked.

She shrugged. “It’s something I’d like to believe because I think it’s interesting but I can’t, not without solid proof.”

“But I have solid proof!”

“Okay what is it then?” Tucker asked, putting down his controller.

“I can hear ghosts. I’ve had one living with me for half my life. You know, Ember?”

Sam and Tucker shared a look. “You mean your imaginary friend?” Sam asked.

He shot her a look. “No, she’s not my imaginary friend. She’s a ghost that accidentally fell through a portal from the ghost zone and she’s been my friend ever since.”

Tucker took a deep breath. “No offense, dude, but I think you’ve got whatever your parents have that makes them go off their rockers. It’s probably just all in your head.”

Danny bristled. “I’m not crazy.”

Tucker rolled his eyes. “And I’m the pharaoh Duul Aman. Your parents are crazy. Even Jazz believes that and she’s lived her whole life with them too. Just drop it already. We’re not kids anymore.”

Tucker unpaused the game and after a few moments Danny turned back to the screen stiffly and started playing again.

After that Danny started talking to Ember less and less. She’d ask how his day went at school and she’d hear him mumble something about voices in his head and ghosts, but he didn’t respond to her. Which was fine. Teenagers did that. She was his friend but she could very well be another sort of mother figure to him, so it made sense.

One day when she asked him about his homework he finally exploded on her.

“Stop! Just stop talking! I don’t know if you’re a ghost or not but that’s crazy! Everyone at school thinks my parents are crazy so it must be true. I’m crazy. I’ve let myself believe an imaginary friend that I hallucinate about has been real for too long. It’s time to grow up.”

“Danny-” She started.

“No!” He shouted. “You’re not real! I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”

Ember felt her heart drop into her stomach and she floated away from him. He looked around him, listening for her, before he took a deep breath and went back to his homework that he was working on.

QQQQQ

Ember didn’t stick around at Danny’s house as often anymore. She’d go fly around town on her own more and sometimes went back to the ghost zone for a couple days before another portal opened back up. She had just floated through the walls into the living room for the first time in a week when she heard Danny and his friends talking in the lab.

She felt prickles on her skin. Danny was fourteen now. She didn’t need to watch over him as much anymore. He was old enough to watch over himself now. But she had a bad feeling about the lab. His parents had recently finished building their ghost portal but it ended up not working.

She slowly floated down the stairs, apprehensive about being down there with all the weapons again, but just as she hit the bottom step and looked up, she saw a bright flash of green and heard a scream that rattled her to her very core.

Danny was in the portal, screaming and screaming as the portal turned on around him. Sam and Tucker were shouting his name from outside the portal, tears streaming down their faces.

Ember flew across the lab quickly and was about to reach into the portal but the ectoplasm powering it began to burn her skin. She hissed and pulled her arms away.

After a few more agonizing seconds, the swirling of the portal settled into a more gentle rhythm and when Ember reached out, the burning sensation was gone. She was about to reach in to find Danny when someone tumbled out and onto the floor.

Her heart dropped as she took in their appearance. It must’ve been Danny’s ghost. He was an inverted version of his human self, wearing the jumpsuit his parents had just finished for him two weeks ago.

“Danny?”

Sam’s quiet, croaky voice filled the lab. Danny lay on the floor unmoving for a few moments before he groaned and opened his eyes.

“Sam? Tucker? What happened?”

Sam’s bottom lip wobbled and Tucker stared at Danny with wide eyes. “Danny. I think- I think you-”

Tucker was interrupted as a bright flash of white light appeared and lit up the room. It traveled up and down Danny’s body, revealing a human boy.

“Ugh.” Danny groaned. “That did not help my growing migraine. What was that?”

Ember leaned further over him to get a look at the burns on his face when his eyes opened. He looked at Sam and Tucker first, and then his eyes kept traveling and met her own. His eyes widened and a shocked look appeared on his face, one she could feel mirrored on her own, as he looked straight up at her.

He whispered, his voice small and shaky.

“Ember?”

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 21 #phic phight 2021 #Ember McLain #danny fenton #maddie fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #angela foley #johnny 13 #kitty #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #phic #team ghost

139 notes · View notes

bubblelixie · 3 years

Note

okay hello, i have been thinking about this for a while and need a place to dump it before it rots my brain, but bASICALLY, taking really good care of a soft subby felix and making him feel so good 🥺🥺💖💖💖 like touch him softly and kissing him all over and making him whine so prettily 🤤🤤🤤🤤 perhaps him throwing a "mommy" in there or two 🤤🤤🥺🥺💖💖💖 i jUST WANNA TAKE CARE OF SWEET BABY BOI LIXIE 🥺🥺💖💖💖

ANON IM IN LOVE 🥺🥺🥺

TAKING CARE OF SUBBY LIXIE LETSGOOOO

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

you came home from work excited to see your boyfriend felix.

when you got in the door he was there, greeting you with his beautiful smile that never failed at making you happy, every time he smiled (or just existed) you would fall in love with him over and over again even more than the first time

“hi” he said to you smiling and giggling while running away to the bedroom that you two shared.

your eyes were wide at the sight in front of you, he had been wearing white lacy knee high socks and he was wearing one of his hoodies that was oversized on him, he also had a black lace cat ear headband on his head, and as he ran away, you could see a cat tail butt plug that was peeking slightly out from the hoodie.

was this the first time he’s worn something like this when you came home from work? no

was it still always a nice little surprise that you enjoyed so much and would never get tired of? definitely

you set your things down on the floor going into the room that he had just scurried into.

you smirked seeing your boyfriend on the bed with pillows and stuffies all around. he was laying on his tummy facing the mirror in front of the bed admiring himself as his legs were up just kicking back and fourth. he looked so cute and innocent you wanted to take care of him, yet ruin him.

you sat next to him on the bed looking at the two of you in the mirror as you began to stroke his fluffy hair.

“lixie you look so pretty”

“t-thank you”

“what’s wrong kitty, want me to take care of you”

“y-yes please mommy”

you got up off the bed motioning for him to lay on his back, he was now laying properly on the bed, laying flat on his back, his hips lightly bucked into the air hoping for some kind of relief, yet he was left with nothing but a spank to the thigh causing him to whine.

“hhhnng”

(yea idk what that says either 🤣❤️)

you rubbed the spot on his thigh that you previously spanked, a light shade of red forming on his beautiful skin.

“nuh uh baby boy be patient for me alright”

he nodded in response and you clicked your tongue shanking your head at him in disapproval

“use your words pretty boy”

“y-yes mommy i’ll be patient”

“good boy”

you began to raid the hoodie exposing his entire top half, you ghosted your fingers over his tummy, his toned abs creating a confusing contrast to his baby face, as your hands ghosted his stomach and traced light shapes and words, he squirmed under you.

“mommy’s gonna take good care of you”

you kissed the boy on the lips before bringing your hand to his hardening cock, you began to pump it a few times with your hand before giving kitten licks to its tip, felix’s breathing had picked up and you placed a kiss on his tip before taking him in your mouth whole. you bobbed your head up and down until you felt him twitch inside of your mouth.

“mommy i-i’m gonna cu-“

but you pulled away just before he cold, he whined once more as you aligned your pussy with his cock and slid down easily from how wet you were, you put your face in the crook of his neck and you could hear his beautiful whines.

“mm stop i-i’m too sensitive ah”

“shhh”

you kissed him to quiet him down and to help him reach his high faster you began to pinch his nipples, occasionally licking and sucking at them.

“m-mommy i’m so close can i please cum”

“go ahead baby boy, well cum together”

felix tightened his grip on the sheets below him, his knuckles white as he painted your walls with the same color.

you layed on him for a second before plopping to the side of him as he cuddled up real close to you.

“baby let me get up so i can clean us”

“can we just stay here and cuddle for a little please”

“how could i say no to that pretty face of yours”

and when you heard his soft breathing and that his eyes were closed, and he was fast asleep you knew you would be in that position with your boyfriend for a while, but you wouldn’t trade that for anything, and i mean you fell asleep not too long after so it evens out.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

a/n: i’m sorry if this sucks (it does lol) i wanted to get this up and it’s almost 2 am so i don’t rlly know what i wrote lmaoooo anyways i have a few more asks to get to and when i’m finished with those griptape chapter one will be up sometime next week <333

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.✧ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☁︎︎ ♡ *.

95 notes · View notes

hongism · 4 years

Text

tangled - k. yeosang 18+

day 2 of kinktober: blindfolds - kang yeosang warnings: blindfolds, sensory deprivation, sensation play, temperature play, wax play, brief mentions of yeosang being a vampire, biting, explicit smut, unprotected sex, vampire!yeosang wc: 1.8k genre/rating: pwp, smut, 18+

Deft fingers fasten a tight knot in the silk band behind your head before trailing down the back of your neck and massaging the skin there. You’re expecting the touch, but nonetheless, you shiver at the sensation. The dark veil over your eyes prevents you from seeing anything beyond its silk confines.

“Is it too tight, precious?” Yeosang says, his cool tone breaching the silence and hitting your ears in a pleasant way. You merely shake your head in denial, which brings a chuckle from Yeosang before he trails his cold fingers down the slopes of your sides. You hear him shift behind you and wait with bated breath for whatever his next movements are going to be. They don’t happen right away; in fact, you count to twenty-three before he touches you again, then you’re being backed up until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You wait for impact, for him to push you back and lay you out over the mattress, but that impact doesn’t come. Instead, his lips brush over yours. It’s the softest touch possible from lips that hold no warmth, yet your gut twists and churns with the coils of arousal.

You let him control the kiss, hands wandering to wrap around his neck, and he drags his tongue over your lower lip. He pushes the wet muscle into your mouth when your lips drop open for him, a hum of approval vibrating against your teeth. You relax your jaw and let him explore your mouth without resistance. The way he kisses you is almost addicting, as addicting as the chills that run down your spine when his fangs graze your neck or when he fucks you hard and fast.

Tonight though, his pace is languid and smooth. Part of it is due to the fact that he only just woke up not too long ago. On the other hand, he is taking full advantage of you being blindfolded right now, letting you feel every flexing muscle and ghosting breath. He must delight in the goosebumps that dance over your skin because he chuckles when he pulls away from your mouth. All you can do is wait for his next touch. It comes soon enough, thank goodness, but it catches you off-guard because the movement is much quicker and intense than the last. Yeosang slides his hands over your ass and hoists you up onto his waist. There’s a brief moment where it feels like you’ve entered a free fall, then the mattress cushions your fall. The air in your lungs escapes you with a whooshing oof, fanning over Yeosang’s face, no doubt, and he doesn’t even give you time to recover before his hands and lips are on you again.

This time, he lets his lips travel lower. He traces the edge of your jaw, tongue poking out to caress the skin, then he scoots down to the column of your neck. He always says that it’s his favorite part of you, and you always assumed that it was because he liked to feed from your neck rather than anywhere else. That is until one night he revealed that it was merely because you always put your neck on display, and the temptation to lay marks all over your skin never leaves his mind. Thus you aren’t all too surprised when he spends extra night lavishing the skin there. Thanks to the blindfold, your senses are heightened to a new extreme, and every little touch causes new shock waves of arousal to blossom in your gut.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You’ve only been deprived of one sense, yet it feels like your body is on fire. Yeosang continues to nip and tug at the skin of your neck. He slides lower to find the junction of your neck and shoulder, fangs slipping out only to tease not to make you bleed. When he pulls back, a small whine escapes you against your will. Yeosang huffs out a laugh and brings his hands up to cradle your face. You subconsciously nuzzle into the touch, pressing a kiss to the side of his palm.

Yeosang drags the flat of his hands down to your shoulder and continues onwards until he finds your wrists. He tugs them upwards one at a time, and even though you’re expecting the brush of silk, it still elicits a gasp from your lips. Yeosang continues to move at the same slow pace even as he ties your wrists to the bed frame with that soft silk. He leaves enough room for you to slip out of them, but you just twist the material around your palm and secure yourself to the bed frame. Yeosang chuckles at your eager movements and presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist once he finishes tying the silk.

“You’re so so beautiful, my love,” Yeosang exhales after a moment of silence. His touch disappears before you have a chance to respond. You release a whine of complaint, tightening your grip on Yeosang’s neck to keep him from leaving you. “Shh, be patient, darling. Let me get the candle, okay?”

“Okay,” you mutter back as you wiggling a bit under Yeosang’s weight.

“Are you still certain about this?” Yeosang asks all of a sudden. You can’t see his gaze but you do feel it, sharp eyes trailing over your features and searching for an answer. You nod a few times. It must not be enough for Yeosang because he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and speaks again less than a second later. “I need you to use your words, precious.”

“Yes, I’m certain.”

Yeosang hums in approval, hands dropping to your thighs and pushing them apart in one swift movement. The pretty jeweled plug he put in you earlier still sits between your legs, and you push your hips up a little to show it off. Yeosang slaps his hand against the inside of your thigh, reveling in the soft gasp it pulls from your lips, then he closes his lithe fingers around the head of the plug. His movements are slow and deliberate as he tugs it out of your clenching walls. The sensation of being empty after so long brings a frown to your lips, but Yeosang doesn’t let you stay empty for long. He presses the head of his cock to your entrance, teasing you slightly with small thrusts, then he buries himself fully in your wet heat. A broken groan escapes him. Air hisses through gritted teeth as you clench hard around his member.

You expect him to start fucking you right away, but he doesn’t do anything. It takes a moment for you to catch onto what he’s doing. The only reason you catch on at all is because warm oil drips over your bare torso. You flinch at the unexpected impact, and Yeosang’s hands brush over your skin in an act of reassurance. He massages the oil into your body, rubbing in slow methodical circles until he’s pleased with the sight under him.

“Are you ready?” He asks again, still a breath of hesitation in his tone.

“Yes, baby, I’m ready,” you respond less than a second later. “Please.”

The plea is small yet impactful. Yeosang exhales a sharp hiss through his teeth, and you hear him shuffle around above you, cock twitching inside your tight walls. Finally, wax hits your skin. You release a drawn-out moan immediately upon contact, squeezing the silk around your palms tighter. Yeosang pulls his hips back. His cock drags against your velvet walls, and he revels in the way you tighten around him when he next pours wax across your body.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me, precious,” he groans. The bed dips on your right, and the angle of Yeosang’s hips against yours suddenly changes. His other hand doesn’t come down though; he must be keeping it up because wax dribbles closer to your collarbones. It hardens there almost immediately. You can feel the way it cakes on your skin, leaving a soothing burn atop the oil Yeosang rubbed over you earlier. Yeosang begins to build up a steady pace with his thrusts. His member hits the edge of your cervix with each swing of his hips, and the pleasant drag against your sweet spot causes moans to topple from your mouth without reservation. Your pleasured sounds only spur him on and cause him to move his hips faster.

It doesn’t take long for him to forget all about the candle and wax in favor of focusing on fucking you. His cock glides in and out of you, assisted by the abundance of arousal pooling between your legs. Yeosang hooks an arm under your leg and hoists it up over his shoulder, deepening the hit of his cock in you. The moans that tear through your chest are loud against the shell of Yeosang’s ear. He seems to enjoy them though, teeth grazing your neck without breaking the skin.

“Are you gonna cum for me, lovely?” He purrs, voice vibrating through your body.

“Y-Yes, yes, yes. Yeosang, I–”

“Shh, baby, cum for me, yeah?” His soft-spoken command is all you need to reach your climax. You cum hard, walls tightening hard around his cock, and a cry of pleasure falls from your lips. Yeosang leans in and presses a hot kiss to your mouth, eating up the moan in an instant. You fall still under his touch. Waves of pleasure ripple through you without cease. You don’t even realize when Yeosang reaches behind your head and unties the blindfold, eyes still squeezed shut and toes curled. Once it finally passes though, you open your eyes to find Yeosang’s sharp eyes blinking back at you with nothing but fondness. “Ready for a bath, my love?”

You almost nod right away before you notice that something is a bit different than usual. Then it hits you. Yeosang didn’t come.

“W-What about you?” You stammer out, motioning to where he’s still buried deep inside you. Yeosang teases his lower lip with his teeth then tucks your legs around his waist.

“That’s why I’m joining you in the bath, love.”

...

a/n: i tried something new with this one??? vampire yeosang is a sexc thought tho i couldn’t resist doing that, but i tried my best with the temperature play and did my research 👁👅👁

link to kinktober masterlist

taglist: @noonawriter @daniblogs164 @felixity @okokokok123-45 @jeonartemis @crescent-hwa @jertazz @wheresmymoniat @nlost21 @lonely10vely @monbecaratstayarmy @hello-its-ya-boi @onyxblade01 @kimnamshiks @poutychangbinnie @toothlessshiber @xxbluestrifexx @lokihoeforhyunjin @ice-cold-taeyong @essantial @blueish-sun @etaerealboy @notbeforelong @wideawakeficrecs @adestinyuwu @simpforhyunjin @naajix @seoha

unable to be tagged: @sailing-goddess-of-ateez @gingerale-addict

531 notes · View notes

knifewieldingenby · 3 years

Text

I’m just curious

summary: Jaskier leaves his butt plug at Geralt’s house and, after weeks without seeing each other, he gets bored and curious. Cue first time anal play, skype sex, and dirty talking. Explicit, 18+ Only.

big shoutout to @anythinggoesfandoms for beta-ing this for me, ily dear!

Read on AO3

Geralt wandered aimlessly around his room, picking clothes up from the floor intermittently. He was in one of those moods where nothing was holding his attention, nothing felt ‘right’. There was an itch below his skin that he couldn’t scratch; he was crawling out of his skin. It had been like this for months while they were in quarantine, but today was especially bad. Nothing to do, no one to talk to - Jaskier had a conference call and wouldn’t be able to video chat him for at least another hour. Geralt groaned as he tipped the laundry bin over, clean laundry that he should have folded days ago spilling out. He plopped down on the floor and began folding.

When he was finished he jumped up and started putting away the clothes in their designated drawers. He saved his underwear for last, knowing that he would have to reorganize that drawer to fit them. He went to pull out the unfolded underwear in the draw and something hit the wood floor with a muffled thud.

Looking down, Geralt chuckled. Jaskier had left his plug at Geralt’s house a while back, the last time they had been able to see each other. Apparently he felt the safest place for it was among Geralt’s boxers. He picked it up, rolling the iridescent pink plug in his palm, and suddenly had an idea.

It was crazy. Geralt had never done anything like...that. He wasn’t opposed to it exactly, he just never felt ready to explore that area of his body. Jaskier was wonderfully understanding and never expected him to do anything he wasn’t ready for, but now...well, what else was there to do?

But first, a shower.

His skin prickled as he showered, making sure to pay extra attention to all of his nether regions. Hesitantly, he rubbed a wet finger over his hole. Even this felt new, touching himself gently like this. He cleaned himself up as well as he could and jumped out, half drying off before he made his way back to the room. He grabbed a tube of lube and flopped on his bed. The reality of what he was about to do was quickly setting in, and his nerves were spiking, but not in a way he had expected. He felt excited. Jaskier liked this; plenty of men did, so wouldn’t he?

With that thought in mind Geralt arranged the pillows behind him so that he could lean at a comfortable angle. He popped the cap on the lube and poured a generous amount on his fingers. Blushing as if he was being watched, he brought a finger between his legs and rubbed it against his hole. It felt better than it had in the shower, the lube slicking the way and leaving a tingling sensation behind. He sighed softly and leaned his head against the headboard. Slowly, carefully, he pushed a finger inside him to the first knuckle.

It felt...weird. That was really all he could say. He pushed his finger deeper and the weird feeling continued. It felt vaguely uncomfortable but not enough for him to want to give up. He took a deep breath and willed his body to relax. He stayed like that, unmoving, just getting used to touching himself this way. He was used to how warm and tight Jaskier was - it always drove him crazy - but for some reason it came as a surprise that he was much the same.

Experimentally, he pulled his finger out and pushed back in once, twice, setting a slow and steady rhythm. He was quickly getting used to the feeling, the sensation of ‘wrong’ fading away. It didn’t feel good yet, but he could work with this.

Belatedly, he realized that when he did this for Jaskier the man was always already turned on, and Geralt wasn’t even hard yet. That needed to change. With his free hand he maneuvered the cap of the lube and squirted some into his palm. Putting the cap back on was a lost cause; he dropped it on the nightstand and brought his hand to his cock, slicking it up. He gripped himself and stroked slowly, matching the rhythm of his finger. He imagined the look on Jaskier’s face when he did this to him: eyes soft and unfocused, mouth hanging open, tongue darting out to lick his lips. He’d moan quietly and jerk his hips into Geralt’s hand. He’d spread his legs that much more and push down, begging for Geralt to fuck him open on his fingers, a whisper of “more, please more” on his lips.

Geralt sighed, cock twitching and hardening in his grasp. He imagined pushing a second finger inside Jaskier and watching the man whine, and before he could think much about it he rubbed another finger over his hole and pushed it in alongside the first. Just imagining the way Jaskier’s hips would buck and his eyes would widen when Geralt hit that perfect spot in him…

Where the fuck was that spot, anyway?

Geralt crooked his fingers experimentally. It felt better, but he was sure he’d missed. Jaskier always said he’d know the second he found it. He pushed his fingers a little deeper, still rubbing his cock. He was fully hard now, a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead. He pushed his fingers up again and oh, that felt much better. Still, he didn’t think he’d hit the mark yet. When he hit Jaskier’s prostate the man jumped out of his skin. Although, now that Geralt was thinking about it, it sounded kind of stupid. He wasn’t Jaskier, why would he have the same-

“Fuck!” Pleasure shot through him and Geralt shook, eyes fluttering. He took a few short breaths, waiting for his body to settle, before curling his fingers in that same spot. He threw his head back and groaned as his thighs trembled from the pleasure. His cock jerked in his hand and he squeezed hard, gasping into the silent room. He paused again, almost overwhelmed by the new sensation. It felt fucking good.

It was at that moment that he remembered he had other plans for the night. Reluctantly he pulled his fingers free and grabbed Jaskier's plug. After pouring a liberal amount of lube on it he brought it to his hole. It was thicker than his fingers but tapered evenly toward the tip. He pressed it against his hole and it slid in easily. Deep breath in, out. He fucked himself slowly on the plug, getting it a little deeper with each push. It felt good, better than his fingers had. On one push back in his hips jerked downward and the plug popped in, locking in place. Geralt moaned and gripped the sheets as pleasure zipped through him. The plug filled him in a way he didn’t know he needed, the tip pressed against that wonderful spot. For a moment he just sat and rocked his hips, feeling the way it pressed into his prostate over and over. He wrapped a hand around his cock again and stroked himself. Slowly his thoughts drifted to Jaskier again, but this time their roles were reversed. He imagined Jasier working him open with his fingers before slicking up his cock and, aching slowly, sinking into Geralt’s ass and-

His eyes shot open at the sound of a skype alert going off. He looked at the clock - shit, he’d completely forgot Jaskier was going to video chat him. Too afraid to pull the plug out fast, he pulled a blanket over his lap and pressed accept on the call. Just act normal.

“Hello, dearest!” Came Jaskier’s bright voice, a little tired but happy nonetheless.

“Hey babe. How was work?”

“It’s over now, that’s all that matters!” He chuckled and rolled his sleeves up, and Geralt was acutely aware of those toned forearms, the way they felt wrapped around him. His dick twitched under the blanket. “What have you been up to?”

“Uhhh,” Geralt willed himself not to blush. “Just. Laundry.”

“Right.” Jaskier got a glint in his eyes. “And what are you really up to?” His mouth quirked with mischief.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, I know that voice. That’s your “I’m afraid to tell you what I’ve done” voice. Go on, out with it!”

Geralt swallowed hard. “I don’t think I can say it out loud.”

Jaskier quirked an eyebrow. “Would you like to text me instead?”

Geralt licked his lips. The idea of telling Jaskier what he’d done with his beloved plug was equal parts embarrassing and arousing. His hips shifted without his permission, rocking the plug against his sweet spot. He cursed under his breath, and a terrible, wonderful idea came to him.

“I...I can show you? If you want.”

Jaskier grinned. “Lay it on me.”

Slowly, Geralt peeled the blanket off his lap. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the screen but he heard Jaskier gasp at the sight of him fully hard.

“My, oh my, that’s what you’ve been up to,” Jaskier teased, his voice wavering slightly.

“There’s, um. More. If you want to see,” Geralt mumbled.

“Please,” Jaskier breathed. Geralt took a second to think of the best way to do this. After a few moments he got onto his knees and turned, bending over with his ass exposed to the camera.

“Sweet fuck,” Jaskier cursed. Geralt blushed hard, his ass clenching around the plug at just knowing that Jaskier could see everything. “That is...fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Do you like it?” Geralt wiggled his ass for emphasis.

“Do I- Fucking hell, you’re going to kill me. Tell me how it feels.”

Geralt shivered as a commanding tone slipped into his boyfriend’s voice. He tried to turn his head enough to see the look on Jaskier’s face. He looked gobsmacked.

“It feels...so fucking good, Jaskier. Full. And it’s pressing-” Geralt rolled his hips and groaned, pushing his mouth down against his hand.

“Is it rubbing against your prostate, dear?”

“Yes.”

“Mm, good. Do you want to know what to do next?”

Geralt nodded his head frantically, but, upon remembering that Jaskier couldn’t see it, whimpered out a soft yes.

“I want you to grab the base of the plug and pull it out.” Geralt grabbed the rubber base and pulled slowly. The widest part tugged at his hole until it jerked out of him, and his stomach twisted with desire.

“That’s it, spread your legs so I can see that greedy little hole of yours.”

Geralt shivered and did as he was told. Behind him he heard the sound of a belt clicking, fabric rustling, and he imagined Jaskier pulling his cock out of his pants, taking himself in hand.

“Push it in again.” Geralt whined as the toy filled him once more. “Good boy. Now fuck yourself on it.” Geralt gripped the base tight and started to work it in and out, his rim catching on the toy with every pass. He panted into his arm and rocked his hips to meet his hand.

“Stroke your big cock for me, dear.” Jaskier’s voice was tight with arousal. Geralt reached a hand beneath him and wrapped it around his cock, stroking himself faster than he intended. He spread his legs further and arched his back so Jaskier had a perfect view of him fucking himself.

“You like having that plug in your ass, don’t you? Bet you love having your ass full…”

“Fuck, Jaskier…”

Jaskier groaned under his breath and Geralt could hear the unmistakable sound of him working himself over. “Think you’d like my cock?” Geralt moaned in response. “Fuck yes you would. You’d spread your legs and press your ass back, fucking yourself on my cock. I’m thicker than that toy, I’ll stretch you so much more. But I think you’ll take every inch like a good boy…”

“Oh my - fuck, Jaskier, I need it, I need you-” he cut himself off with a sharp inhale as he pushed the plug in hard, practically pounding into his prostate. His hand tightened and sped up, twisted around the head of his cock. The air felt warm against his skin and he knew he was sweating.

“Shit,” Jaskier groaned. “You’re so good for me, dear heart. Look at you, taking it like you’re made for it. Like you’re made for me.”

“Fuck, Jask, I can’t- I need to come,” he barely got out between gasps. Distantly in the back of his mind he knew the walls were thin and his neighbors, if they were home, could probably hear him. He was louder than normal, couldn’t stop each noise from punching out of him.

“Me too, fuck Geralt, I want you to think about me coming hot and wet in your ass, and I want you to come.”

Geralt’s eyes squeezed shut tight and oh, the thought of Jaskier spilling inside him, pumping him full, pushed him over the edge. He moaned in a register he didn’t even know he had and shoved the plug in hard, holding it steady against his sweet spot as he came. His cock jerked and spilled over the sheets, legs trembling from the effort of holding himself up through the pleasure. He gasped for breath, heart racing, and heard Jaskier moan, long and needy, behind himself.

After a few beats both men were quiet, nothing but the sound of hoarse breathing filling the space between them. Geralt pulled the plug out and dropped it on the bed so he could turn and lean against the headboard, narrowly avoiding the wet spot on the bed. He could finally see Jaskier, see the way his hair was a mess as if he’d been pulling it, the way his shirt rode up and his stomach glistened with his spend. He smiled, soft and dazed, as he grabbed a tissue and cleaned himself up.

“Well,” he breathed. “That was definitely not what I expected to get from this call.”

“Was it...was it good?” Geralt bunched the blanket in his lap, suddenly feeling shy.

“Are you kidding?” He laughed. “Geralt, that was incredible! You’re irresistible, love, every inch of you. So you like the plug?” Geralt nodded. “They come in different sizes and shapes, you know. Maybe one of these nights we can look together, find you something special.”

Geralt blushed and smiled softly at him. “I’d like that. I love you.”

“And I love you, dear heart.” He smirked, that glint in his eyes once more. “The things I’m going to do to you when I see you again…”

#geraskier #geraskier smut #geraskier fanfiction #bottom geralt #geralt of rivia #nsft #my writing #this was a giant pain in the ass #but I had an amazing beta!

284 notes · View notes

cestlestial-beings · 3 years

Text

like that

Summary: Three times Sam and Dean have sex: 1. Dean visits Sam at Stanford and they find out they feel the same way about each other; 2. Sam confesses to Dean that he's a man, and Dean does his best to ease Sam's worries; 3. Years into Sam's transition, Dean enjoys Sam's masculine traits.

Fandom: Supernatural Characters: FTM!Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Word Count: 4600 AO3: Link

Notes:

Thanks to @jackklineisperfect for beta reading :) Any errors you find are my own.

Pronouns are based on Dean's perception, not Sam's identity.

Part 1/Stanford Sam looks like this.

More notes on physical transition for transgender men are included in the end notes on AO3.

Full Fic:

The First Time with Her

Dean fell in love with Sam when she was sixteen. One day, it just clicked. She was beautiful.

He would never act on it. She was four years younger than him, and they were siblings.

But every time he hooked up with someone else, he thought about her.

* * *

Dean visits Sam a couple of days before her birthday, two years into her time at Stanford.

He has no idea how she’s going to take it—they’d had enough angry arguments over the phone during Sam’s first six months that they haven’t spoken to each other in more than a year, despite how much Dean has wanted to—but here he is, in front of Sam’s apartment building, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk.

Finally the front door to the building opens, and Dean sees her.

His breath catches. She’s embraced her feminine side since she’s come to Stanford. She’s wearing a fitted t-shirt and shorts that show off her long legs instead of the too-loose hoodie and jeans of her high school days; she has a wavy, shoulder-length hairstyle and bangs instead of a choppy, done-at-home haircut; and she has just a hint of makeup on—light eyeliner and lipgloss. She looks nothing like the frumpy, tomboyish girl she’d been when Dean saw her last.

“You’ve been standing out here for two hours. Are you just gonna stand there looking like a stalker, or are you coming to come in?”

He ducks his head and jogs up the steps to the door. Right back into her sass, before even a hello.

“You look so grown up, Sammy,” he says, as she walks him up the stairs to her apartment.

Sam smiles shyly. “My friends are really insistent on helping me with my style.”

No kidding. Dean’s never seen her look so much like a girl.

She leaves the stairwell at the third floor and stops at a door about halfway down the hall, then turns to him.

“Dean, why are you here?” she finally asks.

He gives her a wavering smile. “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday, Sammy.” He knows that doesn’t answer her question, so he sighs and adds, “I know I gave you a lot of crap for leaving me and Dad behind, but…” He shrugs. “I miss you. I’ll accept your decision if it means you’ll be in my life.”

“Awwww. That’s so cute.”

“Shut up,” he says, rolling his eyes. All grown up and yet still the annoying little sibling.

And then she smiles, and it lights up her whole face. His heart melts, and he hates himself for it.

She pulls him into a hug. “I really missed you too, Dean.”

* * *

Sam introduces Dean to her roommates as “an old friend” which strikes Dean as strange, but he rolls with it. She grabs her stuff and they go out for burgers, talking about everything except what Sam left behind. The conversation is so natural, it’s almost as if the two-year gap since they last saw each other hadn’t happened at all.

Dean gives her a gift (a small stack of classic movies he knows she hasn’t seen but should) and buys her a milkshake. He sticks a candle he’d brought with him into the top of the milkshake and lights it, and Sam laughs when an employee comes over to tell them to put it out because it’s a fire hazard. As it gets dark, Sam takes Dean on a walk around the Stanford campus, pointing out certain landmarks as they go.

It’s almost ten at night when they get back to Sam’s apartment building. They stop in front of the building, and it feels like the end of a date, neither of them sure where to go from here. Something shifted in their relationship since they’d seen each other last; there was a new, unexplored dimension to it that hung heavy in the air between them.

“Where are you staying?” Sam asks him.

Dean points to the Impala, parked across the street. “That’s my room for the night.”

Sam rolls her eyes. “Come on,” she says, already headed inside.

“Won’t your roommates mind?”

“No,” she says. “They have boys over often enough, I don’t think they’ll care.” Dean feels his cheeks start to burn, and he can see Sam start to blush at the careless comparison as well. “You know what I mean!” she says, elbowing him hard in the ribs.

Sam lays a futon out on the floor for him and gives him a stack of sheets before leaving to go through her bedtime routine. He sets up, feeling nostalgic for when they shared rooms as kids. You have to sleep on the floor because you’re younger, Dean would say after setting up the bedding on the ground, and Sam would throw a fit but finally give in, and ultimately Dean would give her the bed because he felt guilty.

Dean looks around the room, running his fingers along the back of the spines of textbooks and picking up picture frames with photos of Sam and people Dean doesn’t know.

Sam finally comes back into the room, dressed in plaid pajama pants and a loose AC/DC t-shirt. She’s so gorgeous that Dean loses his breath for a moment.

“Hey,” she says, shutting the door behind her, and it’s a little awkward now, since they’re alone, awkward like it hasn’t been all night. She bites her lip and pauses like she’s going to say something. It takes her a moment but she finally says, “There’s something I feel like I should tell you.”

“Hm.” He’s completely still, waiting for what she’s going to say.

She takes a deep breath. “Part of the reason I left was to get away from you.”

It feels like a punch in the gut, and he turns away.

“No, Dean, I…” She runs a hand through her hair. “I wanted you in a way that I wasn’t supposed to, so I ran. I ran because I was guilty, and scared. I just thought you should know, before you leave again. So you can know not to come back.”

Dean’s breath stops completely as he takes in her words.

She forces a laugh. “God, it was a mistake inviting you up here tonight when—”

He cuts her off with a kiss. She’s surprised but leans into it almost immediately, the tension melting out of her body. He thought this would feel worse. He thought this would feel gross, and predatory, and wrong. But he can tell how badly she wants him, so it just feels good.

He pulls back, just a little. “I want you too,” he says. “In a way that I’m not supposed to.”

She lets out a short, giddy laugh, and pulls him back in for a kiss.

He sits down on the bed and pulls her onto his lap, their mouths never leaving each other’s. His hand slips up under her shirt to cup her breast, and he’s surprised to note she’s still wearing a snug-fitting sports bra, even in her nightwear. She leans away from him and pushes his hand down.

“You don’t want to…?” he starts to say.

“No, I do. You can touch me anywhere but there.”

He doesn’t really understand but he doesn’t mind because there’s so much more of Sam to explore. He lets his hands roam down her back, across her belly, around the firm curve of her ass. He pulls her shirt off of her and helps her slide out of her pants and she’s here, bare in front of him in just her underwear and so, so beautiful.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, and she nods, hungry. “Okay.”

He flips her over onto her back and takes a moment to pull off his own clothes. He feels self-conscious in a way he’s never been with other girls as he undresses in front of her. When his clothes are off, he crawls over to look down at her. Her eyes are sparkling and happy, the corner of her mouth just barely pulled up in a smile.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, and now she does smile, fully.

He presses kisses down along her body, along her collarbone and arms and stomach—careful to skip over her still-covered chest, like she asked—and he pulls down her panties, down and off (lacy pink doesn’t seem like Sam’s style, but the thought only registers in his head for a moment).

He kisses her lower stomach, and he feels her gasp lightly, goosebumps rising on her skin. He pushes her legs apart for access and slides his tongue along her folds and up to her clit. She’s wet already.

“Dean,” she moans, and the sound runs straight through him to his rapidly hardening dick. She buries a hand in his hair while his tongue swirls around her clit. She tugs his hair a little bit. “Dean, I want you inside me.”

He slides back up and kisses the corner of her mouth. “Sure, baby.”

“Condoms in the second drawer,” she says, pointing to the nightstand.

He opens the drawer and rifles through it. There’s a couple of dildos, a vibrator, several sizes of butt plugs. “Sammy, you naughty girl. Playing with yourself, huh?”

Her face is in the shadow of his body, but he can still see her blush. She slaps his arm. “Just get the condom, asshole.”

He obeys. Fishes one out, tears open the packaging, slides it on. When he looks back at her, her lips are parted just slightly, her eyes hooded with desire. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She’s everything he’s ever wanted.

He lines himself up with her hole and she uses her hand to help guide him in. He pushes in and she gasps, pressing her head back into the pillow and squeezing her eyes shut. He slides in slow, letting her adjust to his presence inside her. She’s tight and warm and it feels so good it’s almost overwhelming.

Dean stops when he’s all the way in.

She opens her eyes and meets his, bringing up her hand to rest on the side of his face. “This is pretty fucked up, huh?”

Yeah, he wants to say. There’s a part of him insistently reminding him that it’s not too late to stop, to put things back to the way they were. To make their relationship be that of siblings, not whatever the fuck this is.

But he wants this and Sam wants this and he doesn’t want her to feel like a freak for her desires, so he says, “Less fucked up than everything else about our lives,” and she laughs softly before pulling him down for another kiss.

Sam keeps him close as he rocks into her, slow and sensual, and sometimes when he hits just the right spot, she’ll moan against his lips. Their bodies move together with a familiarity that only comes from having known each other their entire lives, though they’ve never known each other like this.

She comes with a moan, and the feeling of Sam clenching around him pushes him over the edge a few seconds later.

“Fuck, Sam,” he says, the pleasure washing over him in waves.

“Dean,” she says, and, breathing hard, she takes his face in both of her hands, watching the pleasure on his face with a satisfied smile.

He pulls out and flops down next to her, lying on his side so he can watch her catch her breath.

She brushes a lock of sweaty hair out of her face and rolls to face him as well. She grins. “God, you’re hot.”

“I know,” he says, and she rolls her eyes. He leans in close and kisses her forehead, the way he’s done since she was a little kid. He thought it would feel weird, a gesture of an older sibling right after sex, but it just feels natural. Like the physical intimacy they’d just shared was simply an extension of the emotional intimacy they’ve had their entire lives.

“Hey,” she says, running her fingers along Dean’s cheek. “I don’t have class tomorrow morning.”

“So...?”

“So you can keep me up tonight,” she says, and she winks at him, an awkward wink closer to a blink, and he laughs at her attempt to be sexy. Her cheeks turn red, but she scowls at him. So cute.

“Okay, I’ll keep you up tonight,” he says, giving her a quick kiss.

And he does, but they spend more time talking than fucking, and he’s so content. He could stay here forever.

* * *

Dean doesn’t call for a year, even though he knows he should. But what is he supposed to say, after a night like that with his own sister?

Finally he works up the nerve.

It’s a short conversation.

Sam is in a committed relationship now. She’s trying harder than ever to distance herself from her past, and Dean doesn’t fit into her new life.

It shouldn’t hurt like it does. Dean is the one who’d put space between them, and she was going to move on eventually. But he still feels hollow, and he doesn’t call her again.

The First Time with Him

Sam is having a breakdown in the motel bathroom and Dean doesn’t know what to do. Dean thinks she was set off by meeting Dean’s old flame Cassie, and Dean doesn’t know how many more times he can assure Sam that Cassie isn’t the one he’s in love with anymore, that Sam is the only person he has eyes for.

“That’s not it,” Sam said, but wouldn’t elaborate any more than that.

“Come on, Sam, just talk to me,” he says, resting his head against the bathroom door. “Please.”

“Give me some space, okay?” she says again.

He sighs, but there’s not much he can do, so he goes out and gets a couple of burgers and comes back. When he enters the motel room, Sam is sitting on the bed in a huge, oversize hoodie and a loose pair of Dean’s jeans, staring at the wall. It’s almost impossible to make out any of her form beneath the clothes. She’s been dressing in super loose, baggy clothes like that more often than not lately, and Dean doesn’t understand.

“Food,” he says.

Sam begrudgingly gets up and sits down at the motel room’s table, helping herself to one of the burgers. She munches on it silently, her red, puffy eyes carefully avoiding Dean’s.

She’d been so much more masculine by the time Dean had broken into her apartment to tell her Dad was missing. Away from her feminine attire and presentation she’d had the previous time they’d met, and back to a short, boyish haircut and masculine outfits that hid her curves. Anyone would see her as a guy at first glance, and probably at second glance too. I just feel more comfortable like this, she’d said, and then it turned out her committed relationship was with a woman. Dean was shocked. Had Sam really been a butch lesbian this whole time? Was what happened between them two years before just a dream?

It didn’t make him any less drawn to her, though. She was still Sam, with her piercing green eyes and sharp intelligence and a level of empathy and kindness that seemed miraculous, given the background she came from. And she was still drawn to him too—their relationship became physical a few weeks into working with each other again.

The closer physical intimacy meant that in the past couple of weeks, Dean has been noticing that some things are seriously off. Sam wears a tight sports bra every time they fuck and refuses to take it off. She barely speaks to him when she’s on her period. Sometimes during what he considers pretty vanilla dirty talk, she shuts off for the night. He chalks it up to hormones, but he knows it’s something more, especially now that she’d had a full breakdown over whatever it is.

“Do you want to talk about it now?” Dean asks, not yet starting in on his burger. He tries to keep his voice gentle and even, to coax her into talking about what’s been bothering her so much.

She sets down her food and pushes it away. She absently taps the table with her finger like she’s trying to decide whether to share what she’s thinking or not. She’s still avoiding looking at Dean, and it’s starting to piss him off that she’s barely acknowledging him.

“Sam, come on,” he says, and his voice comes out harsher than he intends. But he’s tired of her brushing it off and pushing him away when it’s not something that either of them can just ignore. “You can’t just expect me to walk on eggshells around you, hoping that I won’t set you off about something I don’t even understand. Why the hell are you upset?”

Sam shakes her head.

“Come on, man, give me something,” Dean pleads.

Sam swallows. “I’m not who I am, Dean.”

Dean furrows his brow. Sam couldn’t be any more unclear if she tried. “What the hell does that mean?”

“I’m…” She gestures down at herself. “This isn’t me. It’s not me. I’m not supposed to be like this.”

“Like what?”

“A girl.”

“I don’t get it.”

She takes a long, shaky breath. “I want—I need—to be a man.”

Dean supposes he should be more shocked by her declaration, but Dean has always seen her more as Sam than as a girl. And finding out she feels like a guy… Things just start to click.

All the times Sam had called herself Dean’s brother as a little kid, despite John and Dean’s frequent corrections. Excited chatter about how much she related to the boys in her most recent book. Complaining about not playing soccer at the same time she quit the girls’ soccer team. The complete withdrawal into herself as soon as she hit puberty.

Dean had always figured it was identity confusion because Sam had never had a female role model growing up, but that wasn’t what it was, not really.

And more recently—leaning into anything masculine while distancing herself from femininity. He remembered when a store clerk had called her “sir” the other day, and her face had brightened. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time—it seemed a lot of people mistook Sam as a guy—but it makes sense now why it would make her happy.

“Okay,” he finally says, waiting for her to elaborate.

“‘Okay’?” she asks. “What do you mean, ‘okay’?”

“I guess I don’t understand what this means, exactly.”

“It means…” She sighs, runs a hand through her hair. “I’d be different, Dean. If you were okay with me starting hormones, it would mean I would look different, and sound different, and probably feel and smell different too.”

She laid it all out for him, but he’s still not sure he understands. He has no clue what the changes would look like on Sam specifically. He focuses on the one part of the sentence he did understand. “What do you mean, if I’m okay with it?” he asks. “The Sam I know would never ask permission.”

Sam picks at a fingernail nervously. “I don’t want to lose you,” she says softly.

“You’re not going to lose me, Sam,” Dean tells her. “I’m going to stay with you, I promise.”

“No, Dean, I mean… You’re attracted to women. Just look at Cassie. She was so… And I’m so…” Sam shakes her head as she struggles to find the right words. “I’m going to change and…” Her voice starts to fade as she talks. “You’re not going to want me anymore.”

Dean has no idea what to say. He can’t see any universe where he wouldn’t want Sam. He’s silent for a long moment as he looks at Sam carefully, thinking about what she would look like as a guy. Yes, he loves her body as it is now, the soft curves and smooth skin and feminine moans he pulls from her during sex. So what would it feel like to be with her, if it was different? Stubble and broad shoulders and a dick?

He tilts his head slightly. He’s never sought out guys, never really been interested, but he’d never really been averse to it either. If Sam became a man, Dean’s pretty sure he wouldn’t mind. He would miss some things, but he wouldn’t mind. His attraction to Sam is because she’s Sam, not because she’s a woman.

Sam shifts uncomfortably, his eyes still avoiding Dean’s.

“Hey,” Dean says, and his hand snakes across the table to take Sam’s. “I’m gonna love you no matter what, okay?”

“Yeah, but not like—”

“Yes, like that,” Dean says. “I loved you the way you were when I came to see you in college. I love you the way you are now. I’ll love you no matter what changes you or your body go through, okay?”

Sam’s eyes well up with tears. “Really?” he says softly.

Dean squeezes Sam’s hand and gives him a reassuring smile. “Yeah.”

Sam sniffs. “God, I tell you I feel like a guy and then start crying like a girl.”

Dean stands up and pulls Sam up to his feet too.

“Hey,” he says, taking Sam’s face in his hands and wiping away Sam’s tears with his thumbs. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Dean pulls him into a hug and holds him close while he cries himself out.

Normally they’d look for their next job at the end of a day like today, but they take the night off and talk about where Sam is going to go next. How he’ll get hormones, if he’s going to get surgery, how fast the changes will happen.

Sam gradually starts to open up about it and get more and more excited, and Dean can’t help the warm feeling deep in his core. When Sam is happy, Dean is happy too.

* * *

Dean falls asleep in Sam’s arms that night and only wakes up when the light streaming through the crack in the curtains hits his eyes.

He groans and rolls over so he’s facing Sam. He nudges Sam awake.

“Hey, handsome,” Dean says, and Sam blinks his eyes open sleepily. Sam smiles when he meets Dean’s eyes.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Dean brushes a messy lock of hair away from Sam’s face. It falls right back into place. “Since you’re a guy now, would it be gay if we fucked?” he asks. He’s excited to try, now that he knows the feminine words to avoid and the masculine words to try out. Now that he knows what will turn Sam off and what might turn him on.

Sam rolls his eyes. “I don’t know, does that bother you?”

“Can’t knock it ’til I’ve tried it,” Dean says. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like to suck a dick.”

Sam raises his eyebrows.

Dean starts to scoot down the bed and looks up at Sam through his eyelashes. “You mind if I give it a try, stud-muffin?”

Sam bites his lip. “Hey, I’d like if you never called me that again, ever.”

“Daddy?”

“Gross, that’s so much worse.”

“Lover boy.”

“Dean.”

“Little brother?”

Sam doesn’t object to that one, so Dean takes it as a green flag. Not a traditional sexual term, but he thinks it’s kind of hot.

While Dean goes down on Sam and listens to Sam’s moans, he realizes this feels right. Sam, a guy. It’s going to take some getting used to, but it fits. Things have changed, but they’re the same; it’s a new chapter, but still the same book.

The Hundredth Time with Him

It’s a few years later, sometime between near-world-ending events, that Dean wakes up in a motel bed with his arm draped over Sam. Dean still likes being the big spoon, no matter that Sam is bigger than Dean now. When Sam started testosterone, he bulked up big time. He’s huge and all muscle, but that doesn’t stop him from snuggling up against Dean.

Dean yawns and strokes his fingers lazily through Sam’s chest hair and Sam hums sleepily. He runs his hand down Sam’s side. Gone are the feminine curves Dean loved about Sam before, smoothed out and adjusted by hormones, but Dean loves the new shape just as much. And ever since the surgery they’d only had to commit light fraud to afford, Dean’s pleased that he can touch Sam’s chest wherever he wants.

Sam rolls over and nuzzles his nose against Dean’s. Dean strokes a thumb along Sam’s jaw, the stubble prickly under the pad of his finger. Dean hadn’t expected so much facial hair growth, but he doesn’t mind it. The scent of Sam’s aftershave turns Dean on just as much as the familiar smell of her vanilla shampoo used to.

“Hey,” Dean says, pressing a light kiss to Sam’s lips. “We should get up.”

“I don’t want to,” Sam mumbles, eyes still closed. He’d been up far past Dean, finishing up on a lead for some research, so Dean doesn’t blame him for wanting to stay in bed.

“Come on. We’ve got work to do. I’ll suck your dick if you come take a shower.”

That seems to do it. Sam groans and rolls out of bed. “Fine.”

Sam is too sleepy to do much himself, but Dean takes his time lathering Sam up with soap, scrubbing him all over his body with a washcloth. Sam is so comfortable in his body now, too, in a way that he never was before. It’s a relief to be able to touch Sam anywhere without Sam turning off or pushing him away.

Dean massages shampoo into Sam’s scalp and grins at the moan it elicits from Sam.

He shuffles around so he’s in front of Sam and gets on his knees, brushing his soaked hair from his eyes. Sam looks down at him through hooded eyes and buries a hand in Dean’s hair. Dean smiles and takes Sam’s dick between his lips, lapping at the tip and water running over it. Sam’s cock is still small, but it’s grown since Sam started hormones, almost an inch and a half long now, sometimes a little more when Sam is hard.

Dean slides two fingers into Sam. He knows Sam’s body almost better than his own, so when he curls his fingers, he finds Sam’s g-spot instantly. “Mm, fuck, Dean,” Sam says, pushing his hips towards Dean.

Dean takes his time, sucking on Sam’s cock and stroking his fingers in Sam, enjoying Sam’s panting and gasps until Sam comes with a moan. Dean feels himself start to get hard as Sam’s pussy clenches around his fingers. Dean runs his tongue along Sam’s cock one more time and then stands up. He meets Sam’s lips with his own. “Worth getting up for?” he murmurs.

“It was… adequate,” Sam says, and Dean punches his shoulder while Sam laughs.

“Last time I ever do anything nice for you,” Dean grumbles.

“Aw, come on,” Sam says, and he tugs Dean in, pressing their bodies close together. Dean leans his forehead against Sam’s and lets out a contented sigh. It crosses Dean’s mind, briefly, how far they’ve come. How far Sam has come.

How everything about Sam is different, except that he’s Sam.

And Sam is all Dean wants.

#wincest #wincest fic #fic #my writing #ftm!sam winchester #fem!sam #first time #pov dean #if anyone is capable with coming up with titles hmu #i tried looking through song lyrics and quotes but nothing hit me #I usually just settle with a small quote from the fic or a one-word theme/summary #it's . terrible I know

37 notes · View notes

oftenderweapons · 4 years

Text

Love Talk - Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 8.6k words

Genre: smut (smutty smut), fluff, a teensy bit of angst

Rating: 18+

Hello my precious flowers! As I promised earlier, here I am, posting Hoseok’s Love Talk. This is intended for a mature audience. Please, beware.

I’ll recap real quickly Hobi and Giggles stiuation: they have been messing around for three months, the scenario takes place right after Hoseok comes back from Japan, after Where, When and How, where he explicitly said that he had stuff to discuss with her. Well, he is smitten.

Scratch that.

He is whipped and in love.

Let’s move on to TRIGGER WARNINGS: Well well well, the two are online shopping. In an erotic online shop. Expect a lot of toys. Quickie, Oral sex (male receiving), mentions of squirting, clit sucker, vibrators, g-spot vibrators, wands, anal plugs and dildos, vibrating cock-ring, mentions of strap-on, vaginal beads and ben-wa balls, cocksleeves, masturbation, voyeurism, blindfolds, nipple clamps, restraints, tickler, flogger, oral cockwarming, (Sugar daddy hoseok? whipped hoseok?)

Wordcount is 8.6k.

You can vote for the next theme at the link in my bio :)

And here is my masterlist, enjoy!

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

I’m getting at yours, will you wait for me?

Your phone blipped and you picked it up, expecting it to be your mom or a friend.

It was Hoseok.

You replied quickly.

You’re early. I thought I would see you tomorrow.

I need to see you.

It’s late, are you sure? I can wait.

I can’t

He double texted. You paused the film, looking around your messy apartment. God, I gotta fix this.

I’ll be there in twenty. I’m omw

You started rushing around the house like a maniac, trying to get rid of empty food containers and general messiness, throwing your dirty laundry in the washing machine, trying to make the bed in the process of getting decently dressed.

When you heard the doorbell you ran to the intercom, opening the door and waiting for him at the entrance. He knew how to get in anyway.

When he appeared from the elevator you gave him a big smile and he almost ran to you, hugging you tight, breathing you in. “It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers disappearing at his nape, under his hat.

“I missed you so much, Giggles.” He kissed your cheek, his palm landing on the small of your back.

“Let’s go in, yes?” You suggested as he waddled towards the door, still latching onto you. “I’m sorry if it’s a mess, I didn’t expect you to stop by.”

“It’s okay as long as the bed is free. It’s not like I came here to check your apartment.” He nibbled on your jaw, already trying to get you going, heading towards the bedroom.

“Hobi, I—” You hesitated.

“Sorry, baby. I was being inconsiderate.” He parted from you, his hands gripping your waist gently. “How was your day?”

“Tough. Tiring.”

“Mh. Poor baby.” He caressed your cheek and headed for the sofa.

“What about you?” You asked, opposing him as he tried to sit the both of you down.

“It’s been a long day. I’m a bit tired. Don’t you want to sit?” He looked at you with a pout on his lips, brow furrowed, voice whiny.

You placed your hands on his shoulder, massaging them gently. “I’m not opposed to some pillow talk.”

He looked at you, licking his lip. “You sure? We don’t have to… You know.”

“Hobi.” You whined.

“You want me, baby?” He asked, voice tender and needy. “I’ve missed you so much, Giggles.” He kissed your lips chastely. “I’ve missed you so, so much.” And with that he wrapped himself around you as you started backing up towards the bedroom.

Your hands went immediately in his soft, thick hair, pushing his lips towards yours. “Hoseok.”

He spoke against your lips. “What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what you want, sweetie.”

You were entering the room and soon he was laying you on the sheets. It wasn’t the first time. Nor the second. You had probably lost count sometime after your third week together.

And were you supposed to count them in terms of sessions or orgasms? Or rounds? You were confused. And you didn’t care. Sometimes it was so good you lost count of how many he’d given you in just one night, go figure since the beginning of your relationship.

“A quick one?” He asked.

“Anything you want.” You replied as he laid you down, kissing you until you were both breathless. He unbuckled his belt with nimble fingers, not even bothering to undress completely, lust making him even more impatient than usual.

In the meanwhile you kicked off your shorts, hips lifting to get rid of the fabric, meeting his hips in the motion and dragging against his hardening cock. “Panties off?”

“Want me to slip them to the side?” He murmured against your neck. “Want me to rip them off you, naughty girl?”

You giggled and he looked at you, completely amused. “That’s my Giggles.” He kissed you deliriously, peppering small presses of lips to your face and neck. “Take those panties off, Giggles. You know how impatient I get.”

The garment came off, Hoseok laughing when he noticed it was stuck around your ankle. “Leave it. I got you.” He kissed you wildly, his head spinning, spiraling out of control.

“Take off your jeans, Hobi.” You half begged, your hand already moving between your thighs, prepping yourself for him.

He stroked himself while fixing you on the pillows, at the center of the bed. “You ready, ____?”

Your body shivered at the sound of your name. You both had your shirts on, the fact absolutely unsurprising. “Come. Want you inside.”

He laid on top of you, his weight propped on his elbow as his forearm cradled your head. With his other hand he caressed your side, from waist to knee, massaging the flesh of your hip in the process, linking your leg around his waist. “I’ve wanted you so bad, baby.” He growled softly against the shell of your ear, substituting your hand with his. “Top drawer?” he asked.

“Yup. Got them before you came back.” You murmured.

“Good girl. So smart.” He threw himself towards the bedside table, opening the drawer and fumbling around until he felt the foil package under his fingers. “There we go.”

Sitting back on his heels he gave you quite the show, tearing the small square with his teeth and making a slow, careful work of wrapping his beautiful cock in rubber.

Your mouth watered as he took off his shirt. He wanted to feel your nails against his bare spine. And no, he didn’t care about you still wearing your shirt. All he needed was your eyes on him. Laying down again, he pressed a small kiss to your nose. “Are you wet enough, sweetie?” He asked, moving his lips to your earlobe. “Need help?”

You bit your lip, knowing that some lube would make it easier for the both of you. You nodded shyly.

“It’s been a while, better make it safe and slippery.” Again he fumbled with the drawer, the pink bottle of strawberry flavoured lube finding his hand almost immediately. It was the one he had gifted you. “Wow, it was a really smart move of me.” He said, thinking of when he had sent you the package. “Karma is really a wonderful thing.”

You giggled. “Hobi, quick.” You reminded him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He laid down on his belly, his face right between your thighs as he observed the dollop of liquid fall right on top of your folds and slither down to your entrance.

“Fuck.” He whispered darkly, spreading it with the flat digit of his thumb. “I feel like licking you.” He said, the inviting, fruity scent tempting his tongue.

“Later. I want you inside, Hoseok.” You whined, almost upset.

“No, no, no. Why is my sweetheart getting sad, uh?” He regained his position, his svelte body looming over yours as he kissed your frown away. “Here.” He said, dragging his tip up and down your slit, covering himself in wetness. “Now, Giggles?”

You nodded eagerly.

He slid in with one smooth stroke, your mouth opening in a rising cry. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He warned you kindly. “I need you to touch yourself for me, sweetie.” He licked a teasing stripe up your neck. “Cross your legs behind my back.”

You did as you were told, eyes closing at the deeper stimulation.

He didn’t even pretend to keep it slow and easy. He started ramming into you with sharp jabs, his mouth covering you in the sweetest praises.

“No rubber toy could ever be like you, Giggles. I missed you so fucking much. This sweet, little tight pussy all around me, milking me. Fuck.” He pushed into you particularly hard, your inner walls contracting around him. Your fingers worked your clit rapidly, not even bothering to arouse, but simply to please. You wasted no time, engaging your kegels to give him the tightness that always made him go crazy, your abs crunching in the process, strengthening your grip around him. It made him go faster and harder, which made you get tighter, and the whole process escalated quickly to a breathtaking climax that caught him somewhere between a whine and a groan, head rolling backward and then snapping forward, to the dampness of your shirt, between your breasts.

He himself was dripping with sweat, his own body incredulous at the high he’d just experienced, so liberating and relieving. He had never known anything like this.

And he had never even fucked you raw. Which made him wonder how could he ever resist you once there was going to be no latex separating the two of you.

You were also lost in pleasure, searching for his mouth once his ecstasy subdued and yours took over, squeezing his still sensitive cock. “Hoseok,” you whined gently, his lips caressing your chastely, your breath soothing his upper lip, which he kept worrying in an attempt to tone down his moans.

He felt like he needed to say it. I love you, Giggles. I love you and I’m so scared of it, ____. “Are you feeling okay, Giggles?”

You nodded, smiling sleepily.

“Shower.” He called, making you open your eyes as he tried to drag your heavy body up and on your feet.

The shower was a quiet, tender ordeal. Your hands ran down his body in reverent strokes, to soothe, rather than arouse. You washed his hair, massaging his scalp and he did the same to you, playfully asking you to kneel down so he could wash your hair properly.

You managed to get out of the bathroom, your body warm and fuzzy from the water and the lotion you’d put on as you got ready for bed. He immediately found some spare comfy shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in.

He stopped when you looked at him surprised.

Of course it wasn’t his first time staying over, but you felt like tonight was something more. Maybe it was because of the intimate, caring way he had treated you during your aftercare.

“Oh— Do you need me to go?” He asked, terrified that you would deny him.

You shook your head. “I’m just surprised. I assumed you were busy tomorrow.”

“I sort of am. But I’m free in the morning and I though it was worth it staying and stop by the dorms on my way to the studio.” He shrugged, his collarbones appearing from his thin white shirt. “I also wanted to talk to you.” He mumbled in a pout. “You know, about… uhm— what I sent you from Japan.”

Oh. The toys. “We can talk about that when you’re less tired.”

He made a disappointed oh. But he was quick to hide it with a smile. “Then we could discuss it another time.”

You backtracked quickly. “No, it’s okay. I was just worried for you.”

“You said you were tired earlier.” He opposed readily, but you placed your hands on his cheeks, tracing his lovely cheekbones with your thumbs.

“I want to talk about it too. I just want us to be ready and awake enough for this.” You reasoned.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours, nuzzling your nose with yours in eskimo kisses. “I got a plan. Can I borrow your laptop?” He asked, parting from you only slightly, keeping you in the circle of his arms but arching away from you to see your whole face clearly.

You nodded. “Let me fetch it for you.” You motioned for him to climb in bed and came back shortly after, computer in hand. You sat down beside him at the head of the bed, and as soon as you unlocked your pc he threw himself over your lap, grabbing it and bringing it towards him.

“As I explored for your… gift, I discovered a few things. I thought maybe we could discuss them together.” He spoke plainly, absolutely chill about this conversation.

“Just make sure you go incognito or it would truly be embarrassing to deal with the cookies.” You suggested with a smirk.

He winked and followed your instructions, stopping only a few seconds, his brow creasing as he tried remembering the url of the online shop.

As soon as he remembered, he typed it in, immediately finding the desired page. “Before we get into this, I must tell you that our sex is absolutely perfect as it is. No need to get any of this stuff. I just want to discuss. Experiment, if you may call it so.”

You nodded and kissed his shoulder, bringing his arm around your shoulders and burrowing into his side. “Let’s talk. Honestly I’m curious too.”

He grinned, “That’s good. Well. I assume you like me taking control.” He considered.

“Absolutely yes. I like it when you take control and get rough. When you manhandle me a bit.”

He nodded.

“I like it when you take what you want. You get whiny and moany and you look so incredibly hot and wild and I’d give anything to make you look like that for me.” You explained. “And I like it when you go hard on me. When you torment me a little.”

He held you tighter. “Anything else?”

You thought about your previous encounters. What did you want to do again? What had gone wrong?

“I like you touching me. Fingering me.”

He kissed your temple, praising your honesty and openness, but also your lack of fear, “I know you had mixed feelings about squirting?” He asked for your confirmation.

“Yes, mostly because of all the mess that follows.” You murmured. “And I felt a little lost afterwards. Like I was too confused to understand what was happening. It made me panic, sort of.”

Hoseok nodded again, kissing your cheek. “We can just avoid that altogether.”

You bit your lip nervously. “Maybe we could just approach it more calmly, slowly, so I can get comfortable in it.” You blushed. As if you needed to be shy around Hoseok…

“Okay.” He smiled, just with his lips, gentle and kind, reassuring. “Oral?”

“Yes.” You said, smiling big and hiding in his neck.

He chuckled. “Nasty girl. Loves having my tongue all over that pussy...”

“Hobi.” You reprimanded him playfully.

“Come on, I’m only speaking the truth here.” He mumbled with a pout, almost grumpy.

You punched his chest lightly. “Still no need to point that out. Rude,”

He bent down to your ear, tickling you in the process. “You love it just as much as I love your pretty mouth and tongue hugging my cock.” He snarled and bit your earlobe.

You eyed him as he took some distance from you. “You’re a devil. And you had promised me a week of oral when you came back. Just oral. You’ve already broken that promise.”

Hosek kissed your brow. “Well, you have a toy for that now, uh?” He tipped your chin upwards with his index finger, kissing you square on the lip.

“It’s not you.” You lamented, tongue teasing his lips in the process.

“That’s fucking right. Poor baby. That’s not me.” He threw himself at your lips, sucking your lower one before you let his tongue slither in and claim your whole mouth.

When you parted, you were both breathless and you already felt the need to grind against his thigh.

“Naughty.” He chastised. “Stay put. We gotta talk about this.”

He showed you the screen of your laptop, an online adult store popping up.

“Are you serious?” You turned towards him, but his expression was inscrutable.

“I thought we could have some fun.” He explained, almost dubious. “As I said we don’t have to, but I’ve never done this before and I must say I’m curious. I trust you. I want to try this stuff with you” — pause — “Well, some of it, at least.”

You cocked your head to the side. “We’ve never talked about your exes...” You considered.

His lips curled. “I thought it was irrelevant. Anyways I’ve had a relationship. Before debut. And I’ve had a few flings and friends with benefits afterwards. No feelings."

Just like you. Except this time the feelings were there. Not that you knew about them, though. Your relationship — relationship? — with Hoseok was exclusively friendly and carnal.

But that's what lovers are….

You shushed your brain. We are no lovers. Good sex and some laughs. That's it. Except it wasn't. Because he was slowly getting under your skin and your and his recent trip were an awful wake up call to your feelings.

Hoseok continued. "I think I’ve been with maybe… Eight people? Definitely less than ten. But it wasn’t like we could discuss this stuff. Or we had time for the talk and the actual experimenting.” He thought some more. “It was like we only had time to cover basic stuff, so I couldn’t really one-up the game. If I can with you, well… I’d love to treat you right.” He explained.

“Then let’s venture in this.” You exclaimed, excited. You looked at the laptop and noticed the navigation bar pointing out several categories.

“Let’s start from the top, yeah?” He asked, clicking on the first link.

You found yourself facing a lengthy list of subcategories. “Woah. It’s a lot.” You breathed out.

“I know we just got you something, but I’d like to know if there’s anything you really like, that you already have or that you’d like to try out.” He explained, waiting for you to take control.

You looked at him with a playful gleam in your eyes. “I liked what you got me. I don’t really have toys. I used to have a small toy, a good reliable one, but I haven’t been using it in ages. Literally. I don’t even know if it works anymore.” You clicked on the tag “vibrator, checking out the different types.

“Wow, women have all these options. The ones for men are so boring!” He complained, looking at the list.

You avoided rabbits. You found them sort of boring and too much for you. “Oh, these!”

“What’s that?” He asked, head cocked to the side as he tried to understand.

“I think it’s something new. I’ve never seen something quite like this before.” The article resembled a leaf, the upper side shaped with something like a mountain crest running across it. Scrolling through the description you understood. “Basically you keep the flat side on the palm of your hand, and the one with the edge between your legs. The rise should follow the slit.”

“Oh, cool. I would have never guessed.” He studied the object with fascination. “Is that something that interests you?”

“Not really. That one is more for grinders. People who prefer a “wider” stimulation, so to say. It works better for people who tend to enjoy staying on their bellies” you blushed.

“Oh, okay. Right. You prefer staying on your back, usually.” He reminded himself.

You nodded. “And usually I’m not a grinder. I’m a bit too lazy for that.” You giggled.

His whole soul vibrated at the sound. He was so happy. Serene. Peaceful. He had never felt quite like this before with anyone else but the guys. And his family, of course. A bunch of close friends, but that’s it.

“Look!” You said, scrolling down the shopping page. “It looks so pretty!” You clicked on it, eager to get a closer look. “It looks so… OH! Look, it’s so soft!” You found yourself starry eyed, staring at the small object.

“It’s a vibrator, right? Oh, squishy! Do girls like squishy?” He asked, confused.

“Some of us do. I do!” You exclaimed. The toy was a pastel green number, shaped like a bullet, but lightly slimmer on the middle and thicker on the head. What marvelled you was the texture: the silicone surface was covered in lamellae, while the head was extremely squishable, soft, which meant definitely delicate and teasing on the skin.

“Wanna get it?”

You turned, surprised. “Are you for real?”

He shrugged, one arm draped around your shoulders, hand toying with your hair. “Why not. We could put it in the cart and then choose at the end what we want to actually get.”

You pouted, not completely convinced, looking at him with a suspicious glance. “Okay.” You murmured.

He beamed up. “Then add it, Giggles. What’s next?”

“Well, I think I’m not a huge fan of vibrators. Kind of lame. They’re often too powerful for my taste. And quite unrealistic, if I must be honest.” You shrugged. “I prefer something that actually resembles a man. I don’t know why. I just do.” You looked at him with an apologetic expression.

“Don’t do that face. No need to be sorry for that. We’ll just work harder to look for something that actually works for you. More fun!” He cheered, picking up your mood.

You smiled back at him, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to bite the apples of his cheeks as he grinned.

“What about internal vibrators?” He asked, now again serious and interested.

“Like, g-spot stimulators?”You furrowed your brow.

“Let’s see.” He clicked on the alternative you suggested and as you scrolled the twenty or so items, you noticed that most of them were dildo- or wand-shaped.

“That’s most definitely not it.” He said, mumbling out loud. He turned towards you for confirmation. “Unless you like them.” He precisated.

“Nope.” You said, popping the p.

He grabbed your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks between his thumb and the rest of his hand. “You’re so cute.”

Blushing, you hid into him, disappearing under his chin. “Can we please focus on the task at hand.” You questioned with a squeaky voice.

“So, no g-spot stimulators. Oh, you’re gonna love this one. Pastel and squishy!” He said, excitement filling his voice.

You turned your face but kept your position under his head, against his breastbone. “That’s a vibrating egg.” You noted. “Indeed pastel. But I don’t think it’s very squishy.”

“It looks squishy.”

“I think it’s less squishable than the bullet.”

“Yeah, right. Still, it looks squishy.” He said, puffing out his chest.

“And you can control it through a remote.” You noticed.

His chest got suddenly very still, only his heartbeat rattling it, no sign of breathing. He hooked one finger under your chin and made you meet his stare. “Yes or no?” He asked.

You knew he was begging for a yes. He was truly incapable of wearing a poker face. “Why not?” You smiled shyly. “But just for your information, no, I won’t let you use it on me in public.”

His lips puckered a little but he simply replied: “Fine.”

“Until I get the hang of it.” You specified.

And just like that he was a happy little squirrel again, cheeks puffy and oh-so biteable.

“Honestly though, I would look for something a little bit more practical. Like yeah, pastel is cute— Wait, that one.” You stopped him, pointing at the screen. “That looks really you.”

“What?”

The vibrator was a sleek, black number with a classy, glossy finish at the base. “It looks like something that you would choose. A bit less tacky than the hot pink silicone stuff. Maybe it’s too expensive though, especially considering that we’re not even sure we’ll use this.”

“Well, better safe than sorry. And yes, hot pink is definitely a big no no. Plus it matches my faux leather trousers.” He put it in the cart and moved on.

“See. We call that a win-win.” You joked, teasing his collarbone with your mouth. “Stop right there, gentleman.” You gave a small slap to his hand. “Look at that— Wow.” You cheered once the page uploaded. “I’d say I wanna try this one.”

“Isn’t that… Oh, Giggles, you really are the naughtiest.” He chuckled as you read the details.

“I want it.” You whispered.

“You got it.” He added it to the cart straight away, without second thought.

You turned towards him with your mouth wide, completely shocked. “Really?”

“Were you joking?” He asked.

“No, but I thought you would oppose.” You replied.

“Why would I?” He shrugged. “If I get to put a vibrator inside you and control it with a remote, I don’t see why you wouldn’t get to put a cockring on me and control it with a remote. This is a win-win.” He explained, his voice doing those cute ups and downs that he always did when complaining.

“Well, I don’t oppose. I’m glad you’re this open. Really.” You kissed his jaw. “Thank you for your trust, Hobi.”

“It’s okay, sweetie.” Truth is, he would never deny you something that made you go dreamy eyes and mellow voice. He knew you went crazy when you managed to turn him into a brainless, pliant, loud puddle of desire and submission. Considering how strict he was to you, you were surprised — to say the least — that he had such a talent for submission, but again you would do anything to show him how important, unique and precious he is to you, which includes doting on him every now and then, taking care of him and assuming full control over him. He always relaxed so nicely against you, letting you do literally anything to him. The thought that now you could make him cum over and over with your mouth, your hands and now toys too while wearing the vibrating egg inside you was a sudden, very pleasant revelation.

You needed it now.

Once more you felt your inner thighs get slick and you subtly tried to get rid of it, tucking your hand between your legs.

Hoseok didn't seem to notice, he simply hugged you closer. He might be too scared to say it, but the least he could do was to show it.

"Wand or thruster?" He asked, his hand lingering over the touchpad.

"Mh… I'm not a fan of wands either. I'm sort of curious about thrusters, but… I don't know, I've got you. Not like that I have to choose between a man and a toy, but honestly, it's not something I wanna do without you. I think I just prefer dildos. Or clit suckers. And you just got me one so I don’t really see a point in looking that up."

He shrugged. “It’s up to you. If you want we can look just for fun.” He kissed the top of you head.

Well, he was getting quite affectionate. He already was, normally, but this was getting strange. Not a bad strange, of course. Rather, it made you think that maybe there was something in him that you hadn’t quite spotted yet, which seems quite absurd after almost three months of… dating? Messing around? Whatever.

“Uh— ” He seemed nervous. “What about this?” The small cursor moving to the “vibrating butt plugs” section.

You cocked your head to the side with an indecisive pout. “Isn’t there a section of regular ones?”

He was a little taken aback, but then he realised: “Right. No vibrators.”

It was your turn to shrug. “No, it’s just that I’ve never done that before. I guess I’d like to start from something basic and then, eventually one-up.” You locked eyes with him and he felt the suffocating need to kiss you.

He did, diving down into you, his lips pecking yours with a nodding motion. “You’re so fucking fantastic, Giggles. Let’s see if we can find something that can satisfy you.”

He put the computer on your lap, letting you take control. “Do as if I weren’t here. Really.”

Difficult task. Especially since his semi was poking your side. You bit your lip, trying to hold yourself back from starting something. Shaking your head at yourself, you opened the page. You started browsing quickly, wincing at the questionable, flashy-coloured ones, some of them the overly popular “jewelled” number. Your glance stopped at a reasonably sized glass number.

“They say it’s better to start from silicone. Glass is quite hard to handle for beginners.” He murmured behind you.

You turned, smiling at him. “Thank you for the pointer, sweetie.”

Sweet lord, he blushed .

You turned, trying not to show how smitten his reaction got you. “Oh, this one has a removable vibrator. And look, suitable for beginners.” You turned excitedly.

“You know where the cart button is, darling.” He said, all cool and chill.

Sucking your lip in, you tucked your chin in your chest, all shy, and then you turned and bit his wondrous jawline. “Stop acting like this.”

“Is it getting you hot? Me spoiling you rotten?” He teased, catching your jaw and biting your lower lip.

“What if I said yes.” You brushed your hip against him, making him growl minaciously.

“Stay focused.” He barked.

You blushed and obeyed, turning your eyes back to the screen. As you kept strolling you noticed a tuft of white fur appear on the screen. “Is that— ?”

“Yeah.” He replied.

You opened the page, curious. The idea of feeling soft fur on such a delicate part of your body sent a shiver down your spine.

“You like it, ____?” He asked, voice so low that it transmitted as a rumbling ricocheting from his torso to yours.

“I don’t know.” You licked you lips. “I think I need time to understand this one. How I feel about it, I mean.” You realised it attracted you, mostly in terms of the sensation it would potentially arise. “How do you feel about it?”

“I’m neutral about that. Not that my opinion matters. Just, don’t think about me. I’ll just follow your lead. Your body your rules, Giggles.” He held you closer to him. You were practically melting into each other by now.

You decided you might as well get into a more comfortable position. Tapping your hand against his thigh you invited him to open his legs, lifting yourself enough to settle between his knees, leaning into him. His arms immediately snaked around your waist, your head tilting to the side to let him see the screen. It all happened so easily, naturally, quietly that you started questioning yourself just how familiar your bodies were with each other.

Moving on, you decided to change category. “I’m just looking.” You said, almost apologetic.

“Show me what you like.” He asked you, his attitude so stern that it sounded more like an order than a request.

His breath caressed your nape gently as you waited for the page to upload. “Okay. Uhm. Mine is a bit like this one.”

“Clit sucker? Is that what you’re into, Giggles?” He asked, no judgement, just plain curiosity.

You nodded. “I mean, i have just one, but if I had to choose others, I would go for small, practical ones. Simple, low maintenance.” You kept scrolling. “Here’s the one you got me!” You noticed, trying to ignore the price written just below. “This one is cute. But maybe a bit too showy.” You said, pointing at one that reminded a flamingo, shaped like some sort of rubber duck, but coloured in pink. “And it needs to have a good grip, for the hand. The worst is when you’re almost there and it slips from your hands. A ruined orgasm is the worst. I mean, some people like edging and ruined orgasms, but when you’re going solo and you’re just frustrated and want to cum and crash in bed after a long day, you don’t want stuff like that to happen.” You explained. Yes, you often came back home frustrated and tired and just in need of an orgasm and eight hours of sleep.

“I’ll remember that next time.” He said, trying to keep himself from telling you that he could move in and make sure to be home everyday by the time you came back, ready to pleasure you every time you craved the high.

You caught his hand and kissed his knuckles.

He exhaled, shifting almost imperceptibly to ease the pressure on his crotch.

“Actually nothing really sparks my attention. They all look pretty lame.” You scrunched your nose. “The one I was interested in is out of stock. And they’re all pretty much like the one I have and the one you got me. No big deal.”

You went back to the main list. Next on the list were dildos. Again, you scrunched your nose. “I won’t even look at the realistic ones. They make me cringe.” You laughed embarrassedly, looking at the next subcategory, “I exclude anal ones because I think it’s a soft limit for now. We’ll see how it goes with the bullet and then I’ll decide.” You moved the cursor to the following voice in the list. “Double dildo? Hell no. Unless you…?”

You turned towards Hoseok, who had his eyes half closed, lost in his head.

“Hobi?” You called.

“Yeah?” He said as he snapped out of it.

“Double dildo. Thoughts?” You asked.

His brow furrowed. “No. I mean, maybe not yet.” He clarified. “Let’s start slow.”

“Are we excluding strap-ons too? Just asking.” You asked for confirmation.

He thought about it for a second. “Yeah. I think so. For now. We’ll see, I guess? I’m not necessarily opposed to it, but it’s something I have to work up to, if I ever get there. Though, I must say I’m not exactly comfortable at the thought.”

You caressed his thigh gently. “It’s okay. I just wanted to ask. Tell you I’m okay with it just in case you ever want to try. No pressure.” You turned to kiss any part of him that was close to you. You met his bicep and laid a sweet peck there.

“Thank you, baby.” His hand climbed under the hem of your shirt, his cute nose nuzzling into your hair.

“I’m sort of curious about glass dildos…” You clicked on the link and your eyes actually struggled taking in all the beautiful instruments. You started scrolling slowly, a pair of vibrant blue glass eggs catching your attention. “Wow.” The description mentioned the advantages of pyrex glass as a safe, easy-to-clean, antibacterial material, as long as it doesn’t fall and chip. The eggs, one smaller and one bigger, depending on skills and training, were recommended for intermediate to average users, however the warning didn’t scare you. You were pretty sure your kegels were already fine considering that you had received ben-wa balls from your best friend for your birthday, after she told you how amazing they felt and how they had improved her intimate life.

Selfishly you added the glass accessories to your saved items and kept shopping. The dildos looked more intimidating, their shapes definitely adventurous and daring, to say the least. Some of them were absolutely fascinating, like a lovely purple one made of a series of spheres molten together that grew bigger to the base and smaller to the tip. However, they were all quite small in shape, and most importantly they had no give, no squish factor, which is our usual go-to in terms of feel. Of course they were interesting for the possible temperature play, but you reserved that for the spheres. And the plug.

You skipped the ben-wa balls.

“Why?” Hoseok asked.

“I forgot to mention I already have them. It’s something I’ve been using for a few months. I don’t think they’re actually a toy. I’ve always considered that more of a health product. Just like, I don’t know. Lube. Or tampons.” You explained.

“So you have a clit sucker and ben-wa balls?” He sounded almost incredulous.

“Yeah.” You stated, marvelled at him being so surprised by it.

He ran his lips around the shell of your ear. “Is that why you’re always so damn tight around me, little bird?”

You abandoned your body back against his, your posture getting looser at his shameless flirting. “I make sure I work them out to keep healthy. And to keep tight, no matter how hard you fuck me.” You told him, perfectly knowing that no amount of intercourse would ever cause irreversible stretching to your inner walls — only giving birth and aging could — but still indulging in his fantasies. “Let’s see if we can find something for you.”

He held your hand as you clicked on the first category for men.

“Cock sleeves?” You asked.

He took a deep breath. “Those are like the ones you got me.”

“Yeah, the brand is the same. They’re pretty popular, apparently. And they had the best reviews.” You explained.

"I think I'm okay here. I mean, we can move on to the next. I mean, I explored a little and I think the only toys I could be into are cockrings." He explained, a bit shy. "And the small eggs you gave me, of course. Which are quite extraordinary." He chuckled and you felt his chest shake behind you.

Such intimacy was new and so intense it was like the blinding sunlight of a summer's midday. "I do remember you quite losing your mind for those."

You remembered him whining on the screen of your computer during your video call last week, his forearm propping him up on the desk, his torso and head bent over, completely collapsed over his lap as he came, screaming your name, moaning about how much he missed your touch, your cunt, your kisses. Similarly, on the other side, you were sitting on your sofa, legs spread wide as you cried out his name, hips thrusting up, thinking about his cock and trying to ignore how different it felt from the toy that was actually pleasing you.

"It was nice." He kissed your nape. "But only because we were apart." His hand under your shirt stared climbing to your chest, the ghost of his digits teasing not even the skin, but rather the air lingering over it. The barely-there feeling stirred goosebumps over your belly. "I don't want anything but you. All the time" He kissed you again. "And I don't want a fake pussy." The tip of his tongue skimmed the back of your ear. "I want yours."

You moaned. "Are you sure you don't want to check them out?" Hands lingering over the touchpad. "Not even pumps?"

"Why, when you suck me so good." His hand was at your chest now, toying with the full curve of your breast before palming it gently, squeezing it just enough to arouse rather than hurt.

You arched your back, offering him even more of your flesh. "I love feeling you in my mouth. You get so loud when I suck you."

"Don't you love me crying out for you, uh? So cruel." He teased your nipple, rolling it between his fingertips.

"I love hearing how well I please you." You replied, your hand running up the inside of his thigh and reaching his hard on. "Do you need a pause from our shopping?"

"What are you suggesting?" He murmured against your ear.

"Let me show you."

"But the next part is the one I really wanted to browse with you." He said in his typical complaining tone. Damn it, you love how he sounds like a cute, bratty baby when he tries to convince you to do it his way.

"You wanna check the BDSM section or cum in my mouth, Hobi?" You asked, all set on making it hard for him to turn you down.

"Can't we browse the BDSM section and then I cum in your mouth?" He whined.

You shrugged. "Fine. But get your hand out of my shirt, mister, or I won't be able to focus." You said, gentle and shy.

He smiled. So cute. Taking his hand off, he put it on the touchpad, substituting you. "Let's start easy." He said, opening the link leading to another list. "Blindfolds?"

"Yes." You replied. "As long as we take it easy." Again, a part of you imagined how it would be to feel him without seeing him, noticing all the small sounds and little touches he would give you without knowing his visual cues that gave away what to expect next.

"Cool. I wanted to try it too." He commented briefly.

"On yourself?" You asked back, unabashed.

"Yeah, why not. We're here to discover new things aren't we?"

You nodded. "Why are you scrolling down?" You asked as he moved to the next point in the list.

"You'll see, Giggles. Don't be impatient, little bird." He chastised.

Sweet mercy, he was getting you hot. Again.

"Nipple clamps?" He asked again.

"Mh, kinda neutral about them. Your hands are good enough. We'll see."

"I must say I'd love seeing them on you. But it's all up to you." Now he was back to his comforting touchy persona. You noticed the immense variety of ways he touches you and you were extremely eager to discover them all. That's what the blindfold is for. "I don't see me wearing them myself, though."

"Yeah, I don't see you wearing them either." You replied, head cocked to the side as you tried imagining the scene. It felt wrong.

"Does my little bird want to try restraints?" He questioned and from the tone of his voice you knew there was no way to say no to that.

You nodded so hard you almost smashed your head into his chest.

"Then we can just buy a nice beginner set and add pieces as we get more skilled with this." He reasoned.

"You plan on getting skilled on this?" You asked, almost terrified, not because you were opposed to the idea, but rather because he already had you in the palm of his hand as it was, no need to add mind-blowing accessories to his cocky, dark and dominant persona.

He made you turn towards him. "It depends on you, Giggles. We'll try. Baby steps. See where this goes."

Your brain short-circuited. Being tied up, begging, at his mercy. Could you handle it?

Hell, yes.

"Hobi, please." You begged, your hand wandering again around his thighs and lap.

"Do you wanna try that, Giggles? Your wrist tied to the bedpost, blindfolded, all mine to explore?" He described, almost too detailed.

"Please, Hobi." You begged again.

"I said, do you want it, little bird? Answer me." He inquired, his voice strict and commanding.

"Yes, Hoseok, please." You replied, whining, your hand already trying to cup his balls through his shorts as you turned to face him fully, moving the laptop out of the way.

However, he grabbed your wrist.

"I want you too, ____, but I just want you to see another couple things. I promise it won't take long, baby." He couldn't stand to see you pout, see you furrow your brow as he denied you, even for the smallest instant. "I'll pick the set for you, yeah?"

You nodded, pressing yourself into him as he selected his item of choice and added it to the cart. "There we go, sweet thing. Now let's check if you like these."

Confidently and quickly he went through a series of links and clicks, the page opening on a series of object that were halfway between cute and intimidating.

The intimidating part was the dark colours and the leather. Leather everywhere. And the thin sticks. Riding crops and canes. Fuck. “Not these, yet. But I though that maybe my little bird would like feathers, uh? Are you ticklish, Giggles?”

You squirmed in yout seat. You nodded.

“Yes or no, Giggles?”

“Yes, Hoseok.” You moaned.

“Then look at this one. It’s called Birdie. Don’t you find it fitting, little bird?” He said, his attitude almost torturing.

“Will you use that with the blindfold?” You asked, kissing his jaw, then the underside of it, biting and sucking until a slight blush turned into a light bruise.

“Are you marking me, Giggles?”

You moaned, ignoring his question and moving your lips downwards, at the base of his neck.

“Naughty girl.” He teased, chuckling. “I would use it with a blindfold, yes. Until you get too impatient to stay still — because I know you would — and I get to tie you up and make you cry for me.” His fingers gripped your soft waist, kneading it hard and quick, making you jolt and detach from his neck, bending with a squeal in a fit of laughter.

His smug smirk looked truly sadistic as he tortured you. “Does this turn you on, ____. Is this what you like, little bird. Dammit, those giggles. It gets me so turned on to see you happy and squealing, baby.” He said, his dirty words making wetness pool between your legs.

“Hobi, stop.” You managed to whine in between two attacks. “Please.”

“That’s my good girl, so well-mannered.” He said, stopping. “Sit still, baby. I need to show ou another thing.”

And with that he inserted a name in the shop search bar, the page immediately opening on one product.

You shivered.

“I promise I’ll make you feel so good with it, Giggles. I will be the fucking best.” He pleaded. “I’ll take it easy and learn for you.” He kissed the side of your face.

Could you do that for him?

Yes, you would.

“Yes.” You said, trusting him blindly. That was the moment you knew.

You were falling for this man.

You would never let anyone with something like that in a ten foot radius from you.

But you would let Hoseok. Maybe you would even want him to.

“Will you let me, ____?” He asked, just to be sure.

“Yes.” You repeated, looking him in the eye.

And just like that he added the flogger to the cart.

“Turn around, Giggles. Open that pretty mouth for me.” He said, now finally satisfied with his selected items.

You turned, looking up at him as you settled your face between his legs, brushing your nose and lips against his crotch.

He dipped his hand under the waistband, offering himself to you. “Easy, tiger.” He said, teasing the seam of your lips with the tip, smearing precum over them. “Open up and keep it there. No fancy business.”

You opened your mouth and nodded, trying to show him obedience through your reverent stare.

He grabbed his shaft and pushed the velvet head of his cock in your mouth.

As soon as you felt the taste of him you began moaning, salivating enough that your tongue started massaging him gently.

“No fancy business, ____.” He reminded you, this time as a warning.

You completely zoned out, focusing only on staying put and breathing through your nose. He filled your mouth perfectly, and was so still that you could feel his heartbeat on your tongue.

In the meantime he kept clicking on the touchpad, adding an impermeable blanket that you could use when getting messy, something he was thinking about when you mentioned your squirting cons.

Typing on your computer, he added the final details to the shipment, using his incognito name and credit card to make sure nobody would identify him as the buyer. That’s where seven years of a successful career and worldwide fame led him.

He tried not to think about it, focusing only on the surprised face you will make when you open up your giftbox together. As soon as “order confirmed” appeared he smashed the laptop closed as delicately as his impatience allowed him, moving the computer on the bedside table.

He looked at you, his cock in your mouth, eyes closed as you used him like a pacifier, perfectly serene and undisturbed. So pretty and peaceful. It was almost a shame to disturb you.

Opening his legs wider, he inadvertently gave a small thrust, making you open your eyes. He put his hands on your cheeks, caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs and carding your hair with his fingers.

He adores you.

Looking at him, confused, you parted from him, your mouth now free to speak.

“What about the laptop? Did you save it for later?” You asked, your brain too focused on not fucking him to put two and two together.

“Easy. I bought them all.” He said, matter of factly.

“You— what?” It must have been expensive. You knew it.

“I got money, might as well enjoy it.” He shrugged. “I’ve had more pricey carts, don’t worry.”

You frowned.

“I said don’t worry. Say thank you and be good, Giggles.”

This man will end you. Might as well show him how grateful you were.

Opening your mouth, you grabbed his dick, licking him up from base to tip, pushing it against your lower lip as you pouted: “Thank you, Hobi.”

“You’re wel— fuck.” He groaned as you swallowed him whole.

“Fuck, Giggles. I had promised you one week of oral when you came back.” He said, panting, throwing his head back with a loud thump against the bedpost.

Bobbing your head a couple times, you made sure he was a brainless mess before you released him with a loud pop. “You can start from tomorrow morning.”

#bts smut #bangtan sonyeondan #bts smut blog #jung hoseok #hoseok smut #hoseok scenario #hoseok reaction #hoseok imagine #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #jhope smut

101 notes · View notes

wolfs-hunt1 · 3 years

Text

See me after class 4

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1573

Warnings: Alchool consuption, sexual themes

A/N: drunk drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club . Can’t believe it took me so long to write this, but the ideia I had for it when out the window as soon as i wrote the first few words. I know I might have gotten way off topic XD. So this isnt like i had hoped for, but i do hope you’ll like it.

Part 3

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

The best part about Halloween season in university? All the parties being planed by the students. They were an annual occurrence, and the talk of the school for weeks before, making the corridors buzz with excitement for them. Some of your classmates were gonna dress up with matching costumes, but you?

You had something else planned. Bucky had agreed to go with you to one of the parties, since he put in for a transfer to another university the two of you could be a bit more open with your relationship, but now you couldn't really gawk up at him during classes anymore. Oh well. It was a small price to pay.

He had also agreed to let you choose your costumes. So you had decided to try and get creative with your costume, and maybe even try something new in the bedroom with him. You had chosen the costumes already, you only needed to hide them for a bit more from Bucky so that you could watch the surprise on his face when you showed him.

The week dragged on, and once the weekend came you were so excited to spend the next week with Bucky you barely managed to keep yourself from jumping up on him when he showed up at your apartment door.

"Wow there." Bucky leans down and gives you a long kiss, before looking longingly at you, "I know you are excited babe, but no need to jump me here in the hallway," he chuckles at you, leading you back inside, "we can wait for when we're inside." he waggles his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and gently slap his arm.

"I've been two weeks without you, I don't want to wait." you two walk further into the apartment, him taking off his leather jacket and laying it on the back of the couch. You start kissing him, interlocking your fingers in his hair and pulling him to you gently. "I have something for you. It's a surprise." you say between kisses.

He hums and grabs onto your hips, walking you into a walk and moving his lips across your jaw up to your ear. "I do like surprises." he whispers lowly, making a shiver run down your spine. He sucks gently on your neck and gives a little bite before gently licking the spot to soothe the little pain. "So, what did you have planed?"

"I bought us matching costumes, and thought that maybe we could…. do some roleplay with them?" this intrigued Bucky.

"Roleplay? I think I like that idea. So… what costumes did you get us?" you felt giddiness course your veins at his question, so you moved from the wall, and pulled him with you to the bedroom. you walk up to the wardrobe and pull out two big costume bags to put them in the bed for Bucky to see.

"Go on, you can look." you say, a big smile adorning your lips while you waited expectantly for his response. He opened the bags and stopped, looking at the contents for the longest of times. There was a small smirk on his face when he took out the pair of fluffy ears and tail to inspect them better. He noticed the but plug in the tail and looked at you to see you biting your lips.

"Those are for me… and the rest is for you." Bucky put the items on the plush bed covers and looks inside the bags once more, he can see a red shirt, leather pants, and a dark red cape with a hood.

"Oh, I get it. So you're gonna be my big bad wolfy now, are you?"

"And you will be my little red riding hood." you nodded at him, getting closer to him until you stood right in front of him, between the bed.

"But here's the catch. We need to stay in the costumes all night at the party, and we can't do anything before we return home." with this is smile dropped and he forced a pout.

"Ah, babe, but watching you with that tail all night and not being able to touch will be torture to me." You lean ever closer to his body, mischieve in your eyes. You can feel him harden against your body, and so you rub harder against him, making his breath came out in hot pants. You suddenly step away, wanting and disappointment crossing Bucky's face, before he straightens himself up and concedes to your terms.

"Very well, no touching while at the party… but that doesn't mean I can't tease you." you think over his words before answering.

"Deal."

Dressing with Bucky constantly trying to tease and to grope you wasn't easy, he also made you not go to the party twice so you could stay home and fuck like mad rabbits. But you managed to take his insatiable hunger for your body and here you two were at one of the parties that were being thrown by the students.

His red shirt hugged his body in all the right places and the leather pants did little do hide his bulge, which seemed to refuse to leave every time he looked your way. The cape with the hood was a bit on the smaller side, only reaching his knees, but it was enough to know what he was dressed up as.

You had fishnets on with booty shorts, the but plug tail sticking out until your mid-thigh, swishing around every time you moved, its soft fur caressing your skin and making shivers run up your spine. You had also a leather corset, and some high heels on, making you almost as tall as Bucky himself.

His hands go to tour lower back, gently guiding you up the stairs of the frat house, before letting you walk through the door first. The entrance hall is filled with dancing monsters and fairies, everyone holding a cup of some alcohol or another. Everyone's costumes were on point and even the simpler ones had something special that put them apart from the others.

The loud music was making the entire floor boom, and the rumbly bass making your bones shake. You danced a bit around, rubbing up against bucky whenever the other people got too close to you and squeezed you to him. You could hear him hissing softly when your tail pressed up against his bulge, making you smile in triumph. You were so going to make tonight hard on him. Literally.

You did have a lot of compliments on your wolf costume, although you could see the other girl's eyes lingering more on Bucky than they should. That actually made you feel hotter, because you knew you were the one taking him home.

"I see Nat, by the bar, I'm gonna go say hi." you yell over the music, while he nodded at you and walked over to the food table.

"Hi, Nat!"

"(Y/N)!" she throws herself at you, hugging you tightly, making you stumble a bit on your heels and hug her back just as tightly. "You look hot, girl!"

"And you look devilish!", she stared at her. She, in her red lingerie and pair of black wings, was the sexiest rendition of a demon, anyone's probably seen that night.

"Wheres Wanda?"

She smiles and waggles her eyebrows, nodding to the dance floor behind you. "She's busy drooling over Vi." you looked at the place she had pointed to see Wanda and Vision dancing super close together, not even acknowledging anyone around them. "So... What about you? I see you're dressed has a cat?"

"Wolf."

"Or that... did you bought matching costumes for your date?"

"Yes. He's my little red riding hood."

"Wow, I thought it was the other way around?"

"I thought to give it a twist." you grinned, calling the attention of the bartender to make you and Nat some shots. "Besides, he looks hot in those leather pants." you nod at Bucky only to see him swarmed with college girls, wearing even less than Natasha if that was even possible.

"Seems like they are trying to steal your little red. Wanna go wolf them down?" you think for a few seconds and decide that you would. you asked the bartender for some more drinks so you could bring one to Bucky, and walk throw the crowd to them.

"Here you have it, sweetie, your drink." you say seductively, catching Bucky's eye, and the other girls. He took the cup and pulled you to him, ignoring the girl that was cuddling up to his side altogether and pushing her aside.

"And hello back, babe, I missed you when you were gone." he took a sip from the cut, and with his arm still around your waist, moved over to where Nat was laughing her ass off over the girls disappointed and angry faces for having been ignored. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?"

"Oh I do my little red, but you seemed like you needed saving from those harpies, and who best than your own bad wolf?" your voice was but a whisper on his ear, leaving then a trail of nips and kissed down his neck making him shudder.

He didn't take much longer than that. He said goodbye to your friends and grabbed you over his shoulder, taking you home soon after and making you howl his name all night long.

Part 5

#reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #HBC Drunk Drabbles

36 notes · View notes

thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

Note

17, indruck, nsfw if you want would be awesome. Your writing is incredible btw and reading (and re-reading) your fics always makes my day!

Thank you so much! And here you go, it is indeed NSFW

17. i get your name during secret santa at work and use the same wrapping paper for my gift to my friend, so…sorry about all the sex toys

Duck adores the way work does secret santa; random assignments, followed by dropping the gift off on the 20th. Simple and to the point, and no gathering where everyone is judging everyone else’s gift choices.

Plus, this year he got Indrid as his person to buy for. He’s head of marketing and design for the Arboretum, and Duck’s been looking for new ways to help him feel welcome. He started up in February and is a little reclusive, seeming to think his work is so different from that of the rangers, gardeners, and researchers that they won’t want to talk with him.

Duck finds him fascinating, if a bit weird. They worked together to design new promotional art featuring native prairie plants, and Indrid soaked up everything Duck told him. And it’s remarkable to see the familiar ecosystem come to life through a new set of eyes. Light brown, curious eyes that Duck’s sensed watching him appreciatively from time to time. No harm there, Duck’s stolen more than a few peeks at Indrid when the artist is otherwise occupied.

So, yeah, he’s glad the gift gives him another way of making Indrid feel like he’s a part of the team.

When he steps through the office door, Indrid perks up, spinning in his chair.

“Good morning Duck! You caught me just in time, I have to take Thacker his gift.”

“Ain’t that a coincidence. Here” he produces the flat, rectangular box wrapped in pine tree paper, “Santa’s makin an early delivery.”

Indrid flaps his hands with a delighted smile, so Duck sets the box down on his desk.

“Thank you so much, Duck. I have a meeting right after seeing Thacker so I can’t open it now-”

“No big deal, man. Just wanted to get it to you in case you were runnin around all day. Merry Christmas, ‘Drid.”

That smile follows him all the way to his office, then out into the freshly snow-covered woods. Indrid always seems so happy to see him. Unlike some people.

He checks his phone. Still no texts. He left Jason’s present on his front porch, some part o him hoping that it would strike the right balance between “it’s cool if we stay friends with benefits” and “but I would really like something more serious. Really. Would it kill you to go on an actual date?”

It’s not like the other guy isn’t willing to demand lots of Duck’s time and energy. It’s just that whenever Duck needs even a smidge of the same, he’s nowhere to be found.

As he’s eating lunch, his phone buzzes.

J: Dropped wrapped box back at your place. Been leading up to this for awhile, but I’m gonna end things. I know a cuffing move when I see one.

Well, that explains the lack of contact for three weeks.

He groans, closes his thermos. Has be really been that desperate for romance that he spent all this energy on a guy who acts twenty-five rather than thirty-five? It’s not that much to ask, right? He just wants someone who thinks he’s worth their time, who likes talking with him, who wants to get to know all the messy, overgrown parts of him.

Ding

It’s an email from Indrid, asking if Duck will stop by his office after he locks up the visitor center so Indrid can thank him for the gift.

He responds in the affirmative, soothes his bruised ego for a few more minutes, and then dives back into his reports on the health of the Lost Forest section.

By the time he locks up, the only cars in the parking lot are his truck and Indrid’s VW Van. He heads to the lower floor and follows the clicking of a keyboard to Indrid’s office.

“Hello, Duck.” Indrid ushers him in, shutting the door behind the ranger, “I’m glad you didn’t have to rush off. Please, ah, have a seat.” He gestures to the chair across from his desk, which he then leans back against. Duck could be imagining it, but it looks as if his usually messy, dyed silver hair has been brushed down. And he’s not in the thick coat and hat he wears on his way out the door at the end of the day; he’s still in his black cardigan and light green shirt, black pants showcasing the long lines of his legs.

“I, ah, I really like the gift, Duck. And I was, ah, was wondering if you’d like to go get dinner before we make use of it.”

“Uh, how would we both use a sweater?” Duck’s heart ping-pongs between his throat and his stomach.

“......What sweater?” Indrid’s eyes are wide behind his red glasses.

“Aw fuck” Duck drops his head into his hands, “knew I shoulda bought more wrappin paper.”

“To be certain I am understanding correctly, this is not what you meant to give me?” Indrid bites his lip, tilting the box so Duck can see the contents.

“Yeah, I did not mean to give my coworker a vibrator and a fuckin paddle.” He flops his head back, covering his face with his hands. Maybe he can hide like this until Indrid leaves or the world chooses to mercifully strike him dead.

“Oh.” Indrid puts the lid back on the box, “it was for someone else. That makes more sense.”

He sounds sad, and that’s a million times worse than if he were angry or mocking. There has to be a way for Duck to salvage this.

“Uh, you can keep ‘em. If, uh, if you want. Person I got ‘em for don’t wanna see me anymore.”

“I don’t have much use for them on my own. Well, I suppose this could be fun” he picks up the vibrating plug, one that can sync to music, speech, or an app, “but not as fun as it would with someone else controlling it.”

“You tellin me there ain’t someone chompin at the bit to get you into bed?”

“I’m not really anyone’s type.”

“You’re mine. Fuck. I, uh, I mean, uh-”

“Duck, while you recently got dumped, I assure you, you can do better than me.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know I thought about you way more in the last month than I thought about him.”

Indrid’s eyebrows leap up his head. Then his expression does a series of acrobatics, landing on disbelief. His friend looks down at the floor, arms crossed comfortingly around his stomach.

Duck stands, the few feet between them as charged and uncertain as a crumbling cliff edge. Carefully, he sets his hands on Indrid’s shoulders.

“‘Drid, is there somethin you been meanin to tell me?”

“I like you a lot, Duck. And I find you painfully attractive.” Indrid refuses to look up, not even when Duck rests a hand on his cheek.

“Why didn’t you say anythin sooner?”

“I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Duck guides his face so they’re looking at each other, takes a deep breath, and leans up to kiss him.

A fluttery sigh as Indrid’s hands settle on Duck’s body, starting on his hips and then boldly slipping into his back pockets. He keeps the kiss slow and chaste, holds off on parting his lips or nipping at the curves of Indrid’s mouth. Duck’s never had to reassure someone with a kiss before and he’s not going to fuck it up.

He shifts forward, encouraging Indrid’s exploration of his body, and accidentally presses the taller man into the desk, pinning him. Indrid “eeps” into the kiss, going rigid in Duck’s arms.

“Fuck, sorry” Duck tries stepping back, only for Indrid to grab his ass, keeping them chest to chest.

“Don’t be.”

Duck considers the flush crawling up Indrid’s neck and the hopeful look hiding behind his glasses. He sets a hand on each bony hip and gives a short, sharp shove, growling a little. Indrid moans, louder this time, and yanks him into a kiss by his hair. When he lets go Duck gulps for air before biting his ear

“You like it when I’m mean, sugar?”

“Like does not even begin describing it.”

“Here I thought I was gonna have to romance you some.”

“I am in favor of romance as well.” Indrid wriggles his hips, grin wide and eager. As much as Duck wants a look at the cock currently hardening against his thigh, he has an even better idea.

“Think I can do both. It’s real clear tonight, whole place’ll look amazing with a full moon on the snow. Howsabout you and me take a little walk?”

“That sounds-”

“With you wearin this the whole time.” He whacks the gift box towards Indrid.

“-Perfect. Give, give me one moment.” Indrid grabs the plug and one of the packets of lube Duck put in it for courtesy and dashes from the room. Duck downloads an app onto his phone, and holds Indrid’s coat open for him when he gets back.

As they set off down one of the short loop trails, he casually asks, “you turn it on?”

“Of courseAHhnn” Indrid shudders, stumbling on his next step.

“You know much about that model?”

“I aAAAhhsumed it’s remote controlled”

“It is” Duck pulls his phone out, shows Indrid the corresponding app, “but it syncs to music too and, uh” he smirks, leans closer to the phone, “speech.”

Indrid yelps as the toy buzzes again. Duck happens to know it has multiple speeds and a thrust function, and he wants to know just how Indird looks when those kick on at the same time. But he pauses, waiting to see if Indrid needs to stop and go back inside.

“In, in that case” he flicks a strand of hair from his face, “why don’t you tell me about the nest you’ve been watching.”

Duck takes his arm, guiding them along the path and explaining all about the Great Horned Owl nest he’s spotted, and how he’s not sure why it’s occupied right now since nesting season isn’t for months for that species. He keeps his phone in his free hand the entire time to better pick up his voice. Indrid nods, doing his best to listen, but by the time the hit the clearing in question he’s having a hard time walking. When he’s busy looking at the stars, Duck finds the button on the app to turn on the thrusting function.

“FUCK!” Indrid hunches forward, bracing on a tree trunk, “ohgoodness, that’s, that’s so good.” He’s working his hips and ass against nothing,whimpers filling the night air.

“Yeah? You like the fact I can fuck you without eve touchin you?”

Indrid whines, manages to turn around and lean on the trunk, right hand frantically pawing his crotch.

“Keep your fuckin hands off you dick.”

The whine jumps several notes in the scale as Indrid slams his palms flat on the bark, face turned pleadingly to the sky and hips jerking helplessly in a futile search for friction. He looks so debauched and just a little out of place, the sweet little artist who strayed too far into the woods and is at the mercy of the big, bad, wolf.

This big bad wolf has no interest in mercy.

“Lookit you. Gonna make a mess of yourself just from some teasin.”

“This is haAArdly teasing, oh, ohgod.”

“I’d say it counts. I mean, I may not let you cum at all.”

“Please” The whimper gives way to a sob, Indrid thoroughly cornered against the tree as Duck lunges forward.

“You’re on my turf now, sugar, so you don’t get to make a demand. We’re gonna do this my way, and I ain’t decided if that means leavin you to walk back hard or to make you cum so many times you make a mess of those pants and gotta drive home wearin a reminder of how fuckin needy you are when it comes to my dick.”

“Yes, yesyesyes” Indrid tries to grind forward enough to hump him. Duck drops his phone in his pocket, figuring it’ll still pick up enough, and traps his hips back.

“Yesss, Duck, sweetheart, please, please kiss me.”

“Can’t do that and talk at the same time.” Duck rips off one glove.

“BuMPHmmmmm” Indrid hums around the fingers in his mouth, still writhing weakly against Duck’s hold. He has to be close, and Duck is harder than diamond.

The wolf pounces.

He spins Indrid away from the tree and brings him gracelessly to the ground, climbing atop him and working his hips hard, rutting against his trapped dick. Indrid’s feet kick in the snow and he clings to him, babbling as Duck chases his orgasm.

“So good, so good sweetheart, please, please I’m going to cum-”

“If you cum before I finish I’m fuckin leavin you here.”

“I can’t, it’s, it’s so much, I’ll make it up to you, oh, oh Duck, AHhnnn” Indrid tenses under him, cumming with a cry.

“Fuck it” He grunts, grinding as hard as he can even as Indrid squirms from the overstimulation beneath him. It’s not always easy for him to cum like this, but goddamnit he’s soaked his boxers and Indrid is still here, willing and submissive, taking whatever Duck gives him, letting the beast in the trees have his fill.

He cums with a gasp, dropping forward as it races through him. Over the rush in his ears, Indrid is murmuring sweetly, telling him how wonderful it was.

Why are his knees so fucking cold?

Oh, right, the snow.

With a groan he sits up, standing on wobbly legs and helping Indrid up. When the other man whimpers he fumbles his phone, turning the toy off.

“C’mon, let’s go back and warm up.”

Indrid grins, looping their arms together and leaning against him. It’s not just the post-orgasm haze that has him giddy; he realizes he feels like this whenever he and Indrid are together.

“‘Drid will, uh, will you come home with me?”

“I have an alternate proposition. I need to change my clothes, and need to feed the mischief at home. How about you meet me at Blue Plate in an hour? After all, I did promise you a date.”

Duck brushes snow from Indrid’s hair as the taller man embraces him. Indrid is watching him, and it’s the first time a long while that Duck’s felt fully seen.

“You did, didn’t you.” He sighs, resting his head on Indrid’s shoulder.

“Is that a ...yes?”

He tips his head up, kissing Indrid’s cheek, “Yep. It’s a date.”

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #winter fills

23 notes · View notes

darker-soft-starker · 4 years

Photo

Starker Next Door Neighbour AU

----

Tonys new neighbour is kinda weird.

Like, he’s not trying to be callous or anything. But he’s just, y’know. Strange.

They first met four months ago.

The apartment opposite Tony’s had been vacant for only two weeks ever since old Mrs. Perry moved to Florida to retire with her grandkids. That was until one rainy Tuesday, when Tony sighted his new neighbour trudging down the hallway, hauling box after box through the elevator, whistling to himself as he relocated all of his belongings to 7C.

Tony, on his way out, had first seen the guy trying to precariously balance a large box in his arms whilst trying to unlock his apartment door at the same time. Predictably, he’d dropped his keys and Tony had swooped in and picked them up for him.

“Oh my gosh, thank you” the guy had said earnestly, shaking Tony’s hand after opening his door. “Yikes, I’m such a mess. Mercury in retrograde, am I right?”

Tony had nodded, having no idea what he was talking about, and promptly left.

So, the new guy - Peter, he had later learned was his name - was cute. Fluffy curls, gorgeous skin, irresistible big brown eyes.

But he was, y’know, a little bizarre.

Tony’s not even exaggerating.

Every time he goes into the hallway he’s met with a sneeze-inducing wave of patchouli and incense, holding his breath as he passes, wondering if he is living next door to a Shinto shrine. Tony swears at night that he hears humming. Like, of the om mani padme hum kind of variety. He hears the distant clang of singing bowls and tuning forks at midnight when he’s turning in to go to bed.

He thought about politely telling Peter to keep it down but every time he knocked on the door of 7C Peter just beamed at him in welcome and asked him about his day with genuine interest.

Tony bought ear plugs instead.

Tony swears that Peter can’t be any older than he is, early twenties at the youngest, but he says words like radical, dude and oopsy-daisy, groovy. One time he stubbed his toe around Tony and said fiddlesticks. He seems to be in and out at the weirdest times, waving burning sage at the letterboxes at three AM as if it were the normal thing to do.

“What do you even do,” Tony had asked one morning in the elevator. Peter was carrying a crate full of succulents, biceps bulging with the strain.

Peter looks down at his crate of plants and then back up to Tony as if it were obvious. The duh goes unsaid but Tony hears it.

“I’m a yoga teacher and a reiki practitioner,” he says, handing Tony a succulent from the crate.

Tony blinks down at the small potted plant.

“Um,” he says.

“It’s an echeveria elegans,” Peter explains, smiling.

“Do you... want me to hold this for you?”

“No, silly,” Peter had laughed. “It’s yours. Keep it in the sunlight and try not to over-do it with the water.”

Tony leaves the elevator more confused than before, clutching the succulent all the way to his 9:00AM class.

-------

Tony can handle weirdness. Tony can handle eccentricity. He can even handle the new plant he absolutely does not have time to care for and absolutely did not call Brenda.

But what Tony can’t handle is the ear-piercingly loud Gregorian chanting that comes from next door one night whilst he’s studying. Up for two days already, his concentration is shot by the guttural singing, the lead of his pencil snapping against his notebook in frustration. It’s nearly midnight for fucks sake.

Tony had stormed over, enraged and determined, and rapped his knuckles on the door for a good two minutes before it had swung open, a smiling Peter giving him a warm welcome on the other side.

“Do you mind?” Tony had demanded. “I’m trying to study for my thesis.”

Peter looked taken aback, contriteness making his big brown eyes dewy and soft.

“Oh my gosh,” he’d said, extending a hand out, “I’m so sorry about that. Hang on, wait here. Please wait.”

So Tony had waited, expecting Peter to rush to lower the volume. Instead, he’d returned with a fist-sized, green and purple rock-crystal thing, presenting it to Tony with a grin.

Peter had placed it in Tony’s palm, using both hands to curl Tony’s fingers over the heavy, polished stone.

“There,” Peter says proudly. “It’s fluorite.”

“It’s what,” Tony blinks.

“For clarity and concentration,” Peter explains, beaming a mile wide. “Keep it, okay? Good luck on your thesis.”

He’d closed the door, leaving Tony with a rock in his hand and the chanting continued.

Tony bought noise-cancelling headphones to put over his ear-plugs.

He definitely didn’t place the fluorite on his windowsill by his bed or smile at it sometimes or run his fingers over its smooth edges.

Ever since it’s been a never ending stream of peculiar behaviour, weird conversations about moon phases, etheric bodies and third eyes while waiting for their laundry to dry in the basement, the effect of the upcoming perigee syzygy on the neighbourhood and guessing Tony’s star sign.

“Cancer, right?”

“What?”

“Your zodiac sign,” Peter answers, rubbing at his eyebrow, pushing the hairs askew. His nails are painted black.

“Gemini,” Tony answers warily, piling his underwear and bedsheets into his basket.

“Damn, I was close,” Peter smiles, pouring his own mixture of organic fabric softener into the washer. “I’ll figure you out yet.”

Tony wants to reach over and smooth down the raised hairs on his eyebrow.

He’s a perfectionist, that’s all.

But in any case Tony just continues to go about his life, continues to study, grade his papers. He visits his optometrist and gets a new prescription and wonders how he is going to pay his phone bill when he spends more on heating over the winter than he intended.

It's all fine, whale music and white sage aside.

Not that he’d ever admit it, but it’s kinda nice.

-----

One day Tony rouses from his slumber to hear loud voices outside, the bellow of protesters on the main arterial street below. Tony thinks nothing of it and pops in his ear plugs, keen to get another hour of sleep before he has to be at his class. Being a TA is the worst.

Later, Tony watches the local news, watching in horrified fascination as his neighbour is one of the many arrested for protesting at a rally of a visiting Republican senator.

“What’s with the pyjamas?” Tony had queried at the letterboxes the following day, roaming his eyes over the soft-looking Hello Kitty pants that Peter had been arrested and released in - and was still wearing.

The pictures of his arrest had been on twitter for gods sake. He was trending as #hellokittyguy. It was all his students were talking about.

“Oh, I’d slept in,” was all Peter said.

“You slept in. To a protest.”

“Irresponsible, I know. I’m already beating myself up, don’t worry.”

At this stage, Tony can’t even find himself to be bothered by it. He’s so used to the sound of the koto, the wind flute and kalimba from next door that it’s damn near unsettling to go without it. Tony’s used to the weird attire, from the ponchos and the sandals and the fisherman pants in mid-winter, the beaded bracelets and rose quartz pendants. He’s even used to finding Peter knocking on his door, asking for salt or milk or handing him personalised organza bags filled with small crystals and incense cones and charms.

And if he looks forward to their talks at the door? It’s only Tony’s business.

One night Peter sets off the fire alarm from burning rope incense. He says he got it when he went to Nepal, apologising profusely to the grouchy occupants who send him withering stares.

Tony doesn’t even ask, too busy staring at Peters lithe, muscled frame that had been hiding under the baggy clothes. The man is clad only in his underwear, didn’t think to grab anything when he’d fled to the emergency meeting point.

It’s three in the morning. Tony’s not even mad.

"Did you know your aura is gold and red,” Peter had asked that night, wandering over to him and accepting an offered a cigarette.

“No,” Tony yawned, taking a drag and wishing he was back in his own bed, fire truck lights flashing, dizzying and disorienting.

“S’nice. Pretty.”

Peter wraps his arms around himself and shivers, the cool night air sending goosebumps over his pale skin.

Tony quickly shrugs his own jacket off his shoulders and offers it to Peter so he doesn’t have to stare at the obscene way his nipples harden.

“Thanks, Tony. You’re a sweetheart.”

“I’m not - it’s not a big deal,” Tony grumbles. “You looked like you needed it, so.”

Peter smothers his smile in the collar of Tony’s jacket. Tony still sees it.

His stomach squirms like the first time he held someones hand.

“Do you want to have dinner sometime?” Peter asks, as they pile back upstairs an hour later after the building has been cleared.

“Yeah, okay,” Tony agrees, eyeing the dimples of Peters lower back and the crevice of his muscles where his spine rests. He’s got an ass that’s so perfect it deserves to be worshipped but Tony isn’t looking at it. He’s not.

“Tomorrow work for you?”

Tony nods, watching Peter disappear back into his apartment with an awkward wave and a smile. He’s still wearing Tony’s jacket.

If Tony goes back inside his apartment and jerks off to the image of Peter wearing just his jacket and nothing else, well then, no one else needs to know.

----

The following evening Tony knocks on Peters door, dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. He adjusts his glasses where they perch on his nose as he waits, sliding them up as Peter opens the door, beckoning him inside.

The interior looks very different to Tony’s apartment, is the first thing he notices.

Plants hang from the ceiling, there is a large afghan rug in the living room, all the furniture is mismatched, a sofa and an armchair with different patterns and colours, all the bookshelves are of different wood and sizes.

There are cushions everywhere, crystals and rocks on almost every surface, incense burning by the open window, stacks and stacks of books on the divine and lunar charts on the walls. Michelle Branch is playing unironically from the speakers on Peters bookshelves.

“I didn’t know what to bring, so,” Tony mumbles, tearing his eyes away from a copy of the Karma Sutra and holding up store bought cake and a bottle of red wine.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” Peter gushes, kissing Tony’s cheek and taking the items from him and herding him onto the sofa. “Sit, sit. I’ll be right back.”

Tony sits, a little dazed. The spot on his cheek where Peters lips touched his skin burns.

There’s an old TV in the corner and a CD player straight out of the nineties nestled in the corner between book stacks.

There’s two magazines on the coffee table: National Geographic and Cosmopolitan. God, Peter is so, so...

Charming, is the word that comes unbidden to Tony’s mind when Peter bounds back into the living room, two glasses of wine clutched in his hands, the charms on his beaded bracelets clinking together. He’s barefoot, Tony notices. His toenails are painted black, too.

“So, I have a confession to make,” Peter begins, passing Tony a glass and sitting beside him on the sofa.

“Oh, god,” Tony winces. “You’re not an anti-vaxxer, are you?”

He didn’t even think about that.

“What,” Peter blinks. “No.”

“Okay, good. Sorry. Continue.”

“I’m, uh, kinda broke. I know I invited you to dinner but all I have is cup ramen and Corona.”

“Oh,” Tony says, watching at how Peter smiles sheepishly, “That’s okay. I like cup ramen. I mean, I’m a student, so.”

“Is that okay?” Peter asks, cringing as he casts a look over to his tiny kitchenette. “Sorry, I was so shocked that you even agreed to come that I couldn’t even think.”

“Mercury in retrograde?” Tony guesses.

“No,” Peter laughs, looking at his hands bashfully. “You’re just really cool and handsome and sophisticated and I don’t know. It wasn’t in my tarot, so.”

It wasn’t in his tarot, Tony repeats in his mind, wondering when exactly he hit his head and found all of this attractive. He’s a man of science, alright?

“You been crushin’ on me, huh?” Tony asks, shifting closer until their thighs and shoulders touch.

“Yeah. You make me kinda nervous.”

“Well your tarot can’t tell you that I think you’re beautiful,” Tony reasons, sipping his wine. “Or delightful. Or that I think the way you swing your legs when you’re waiting for your drying is adorable.”

The flush that comes over Peters cheeks makes Tony’s heart beat faster.

“You really think that?”

“Against my better judgement,” Tony admits.

“What was it that did you in?” Peter asks, leaning in, drawing his knees up and looking like a pleased cat. “Was it the green fluorite? The rutilated quartz?”

Tony leans in to bridge the gap, pressing his lips against Peter’s in a sweet kiss. He tastes like coffee and wine and everything smells like lemongrass and palo santo.

“Just your cute, quirky self,” Tony says against his lips. “And maybe the blue calcite.”

Peter laughs against his mouth. “I knew it.”

---

Later, when Tony is curled up against Peter’s bare chest, still catching his breath, Peter asks him on a second date.

“There’s a climate change rally at the State Library this weekend, if you’re interested. We could have matching signs and drink Corona after.”

“Baby,” Tony yawns, eyes heavy, “you do that thing with your tongue again and I’ll go anywhere with you.”

“Sweet,” Peter says, pressing a kiss into Tony’s hair.

Yeah, Tony thinks as he drifts off, it is.

#starker #starker fic #next door neighbour au #fluff #no shade on peter #peter is me #tony x peter #spideriron

1K notes · View notes

avintagekiss24 · 4 years

Text

Operation Decoration | Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes{

Pairing; Steve Rogers x black!reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count; 2,289

Warnings; smut, sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, rough sex, threesome m/m/f, slight praise kink

Summary; You expected to come home to a decorated house. What you actually came home to was two cranky men and a mess that you don’t get around to cleaning up.

Note; this is for @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall Christmas challenge! My prompt was decoration mess. This is kinda crude... and graphic... Hope you all had a very merry Christmas and/or a great day yesterday!

You push through the back door, your hands full of grocery bags, “Guys?” you call, closing the door with your foot, “Guys?”

You’re met by silence. Dodger bounds around the corner seconds later as you move into the kitchen and place the bags on the table. He jumps up onto you, pushing you back a few steps as he nuzzles into your chest. You scratch his head and behind his ears before cupping his snout in your hands, “Hey bubs. Where are those boys of ours, huh?”

A loud crash sounds seconds later, sending you and Dodger’s heads towards the ceiling. A string of curse words then float towards you, followed by heavy footsteps, and then two deep, irritated voices.

You glance back down at Dodger and pat his head, “Found ‘em.”

You skip up the stairs with Dodger in tow and head toward the open door of the attic. Steve and Bucky’s voices grow louder as you move closer and you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face. You peek inside and let out a small laugh, covering your face with your hands as the two men argue back and forth.

Strings of lights cover the floor, some lit, some not. Garland is strewn about and is somehow tangled around Bucky’s ankle. The two golden reindeer that you usually put out in the front yard, are knocked over in the corner, the head of one of them sitting a few feet away. Frosty the Snowman stares ominously at you from the far corner, his left arm missing, his nose crooked. A box of ornaments sits in the middle of the floor, turned over and no doubt the cause of the loud crash.

Broken bulbs and shards of glass spill from the box as Steve angrily picks it up and slams it back into the corner.

“Brilliant job, genius. Just break everything why don’t ya,” Bucky says, rolling his eyes.

Steve runs his hand through his hair angrily before placing his hands on his hips, “I don’t see you lending a hand, asshole.”

Bucky turns toward Steve as he unplugs the string of lights in his hands, “Weren’t you the one that told me to test the lights? I’m testing the fucking lights, just like you told me to, Captain control freak.”

“Shut up.”

“You shut up.”

“Guys,” you chime in loudly, their heads snapping toward you as you step into the room, “Don’t fight.”

“He is impossible.” Bucky sighs, plugging in another string of multicolored lights.

Steve huffs loudly, his hands still on his hips as he turns to face you. You smile softly and move towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you fall into his chest. You hug him tightly as you close your eyes, taking in a deep breath of his musky scent. His muscles are tense as you push your hands underneath his shirt to massage his back. It takes him a minute or two, but he finally drops his hands from his waist and cradles your body before lifting you from your feet.

You smile as he flattens his forehead to yours and expels a deep breath, “I’m sorry, babe.”

Bucky tosses another string of lights into the “good” pile as he cuts his eyes over at the two of you, “Why are you apologizing to her? I’m the one that’s been putting up with your cranky ass all damn day.”

You chuckle as Steve sets you back on your feet, “Aww, come mere baby.” You coo, reaching out towards Bucky, beckoning him to you.

He’s in your arms in a flash, picking you up and spinning you quickly before plastering a kiss on your forehead, “Hello girlie.”

“Hello handsome.” You start, pecking his nose with your lips, “It’s nice to know that I can always trust you two to make an absolute mess while I’m gone.”

Bucky points toward Steve, “It’s always his fault, remember that.”

You glance back toward Steve, who still has anger and aggravation written all over his features. You swat at Bucky’s arm before placing your hands on Steve’s chest, “Stop picking at him, Buck. What can we do to make you feel better baby?”

Steve shakes his head and lets out another breath, “I’m alright, I just…”

His words fade away as he sighs again. You and Bucky both know what it is. You’ve both been trying to tread lightly, trying to keep things festive to take his mind off of it, but after seeing Morgan and Pepper last week, he hasn’t been able to get out of his funk. It’s the first Christmas without Natasha and Tony, but also the first Christmas the three of you have spent together in five years.

He’s a jumble of emotion - happy to have both of you back after Thanos took you and Bucky away, but still blaming himself for the entirety of it all. You wrap your arms around his neck and tilt your head as you let your eyes bounce between his. You just want to take it all away.

“There’s really nothing I can do?” You ask softly, letting your hands skip down to his chest and then his stomach as a slow smile creeps onto your face.

Bucky wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder as he looks up at Steve, catching the subtle signals you’re sending. His fingers starts to dance around your hips and around your ass, pinching and groping as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

You let your nimble fingers drop to Steve’s crotch, cupping him gently as Bucky’s warm lips start to nibble at your neck. You keep your hand steady, rubbing Steve gently through his brown pants as Bucky nips at your earlobe with his teeth. Your eyes start to flutter as you lean back against Bucky, your hand gripping Steve’s cock a little harder.

Steve pushes his index finger into your chin, tilting your head up towards his. He kisses you deeply, moaning into your mouth as you slip your hands into his pants. You massage his length, his girth warm in your hands as he hardens from your touch. He releases your lips as he inhales sharply.

Bucky rucks your dress up around your waist before sliding his hands underneath the straps of your thong that dig into your flesh. He pushes the thin material down your legs and pushes them off into the corner with his foot. He steps back slightly to both admire and ogle your ample behind before leveling a quick, sharp slap against it.

You yelp but fall into a fit of giggles as he drops to his knees and palms your ass in both of his hands, jiggling your flesh before diving face first between your cheeks.

Steve rids your body of your dress, leaving you completely naked. He tweaks your hardened nipple, rolling it between his fingers before he cups your breasts in his hands, groping your soft flesh firmly as he kisses you again. He drops his hand to your sex, cupping your heat in his palm before he slips his fingers between your wet folds.

You moan softly as you widen your stance to let Steve finger you properly. You hiss as his fingers dance along your slit, teasing your insides before he flattens them against your clit. You roll your hips into his hand, and then back into Bucky’s face as he slips his tongue between your ass cheeks, tickling your tight hole.

You grip Steve’s bicep, your fingernails digging into his skin as he pulls his dick free of his pants. You hear the zipper of Bucky’s pants unzip as he stands behind you and then feel the tip of his cock slide between your legs. He pulls you flush against his chest and cranes your head toward the ceiling, cupping your chin in his hand.

Bucky pushes into your asshole slowly, his mouth going slack as your tight, warm body gobbles him up. He shoves the tips of his fingers into your mouth for you to suck as he starts to move, pulling completely out of your before stuffing himself back in.

You arch your back as you groan from the pressure. You gasp when Steve’s fingers suddenly thrust into your cunt and curl against your spongy g-spot, stroking it gently. You watch as Steve strokes his cock, dragging his large hand from his base all the way to his tip.

He pulls on his balls as he lets his eyes wander around your bouncing tits and brown skin as Bucky fucks you from behind. He pumps his fingers into your sex - your wet muscles squeezing his digits, affirming that you are a perfect fit for the both of them. He withdraws from you and rubs his thumb along his sticky, soaked fingers before popping them into mouth. He moans as he tastes your juices, his hand starting to pump his cock faster.

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist and squeezes you to him as he fucks your tight asshole. His metal hand wraps around your neck and he presses softly, applying a slow, steady pressure. He knows what you like.

You grunt loudly as flashes of heat and electricity start to bounce throughout your body. Your muscles tense as Steve and Bucky push and pull at you - both men hungry for your sex. Their hands and lips and tongues are everywhere, nipping, and groping, and licking as they go, wanting to drive you toward a shaking release.

Steve grabs your calf and anchors your leg over his forearm, leaving you to balance yourself against Bucky and on one leg. He teases your dripping slit with the tip of his cock, brushing it lightly through your lips before slamming into you. You dig your fingernails into his shoulder as he starts to fuck you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips.

You rest your head against Bucky’s shoulder and let them have their way with you. Bucky’s fingers find their way back into your mouth, Steve’s cock fills your cunt, Bucky’s dick stuffs your ass. It’s a Christmas dream. You slobber over Bucky’s fingers as your own wetness splashes against your thighs. Sweat starts to prickle at your neck and chest, a few droplets collect together and slide between the valley of your breasts.

Steve leans forward and drags his tongue through your tits, collecting the salty sweat with his tongue as he goes. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it softly before he bites down, drawing another sharp yelp out of you.

You feel Bucky shutter behind you as you squawk again when Steve pinches the inside of your thigh. He likes to hear you scream. Bucky drops his metal arm to your thigh and squeezes until your squealing from the delicious pain.

“You are such a good girl, baby.” He whispers in your ear, “Isn’t she a good girl, Steve.”

“She’s the best fucking girl.” Steve laments proudly, still pounding away as he pulls on your nipples.

Your cunt tightens as flashes of your orgasm start to rush through you. You shiver as they push you towards your release. They both know you’re close as sweet encouragements falls from their lips to praise you, stroking your ego and satisfying your need to hear that you’re their best girl.

“Ooh baby,” Bucky slurs, “You’re gonna make me cum pretty girl.”

You groan loudly, crashing back into him “Fuck yes. Fill me up baby.”

He pumps into you, as hard as he can, until he can’t take anymore. He spills into you, his warm ribbons filling your ass as he grunts in your ear. Steve rubs your clit quickly as Bucky cums, to push you right over the edge. Your cunt quivers as you cum around Steve’s dick - your clit jumping up and down as you contract.

Steve cums as you cum, shoving his dick deep inside of you so you can feel every spurt, every jolt as his dick jumps inside of you.

Bucky pulls out of you with a pop, and spreads your ass apart to watch as your body begins to push his spunk back out of you.

You’re a sticky mess - your cunt and ass slippery and warm as their cum slides down your thighs. Steve kisses you hard again before he pushes his fingers through your folds again, coating his fingers with the mess of cum.

Bucky follows suit, pulling your face from Steve’s to kiss you as he too wets his fingers with your natural secretions. He brings his fingers to your mouth and places them gently on your bottom lip. He watches through the slits of his eyes as you accept his fingers into your mouth again, moaning deeply as you suck the tangy sweetness from his fingers.

Your legs are jello, your mind hazy as you allow Steve to lift you from your feet and into his arms. He steps over the piles of lights and garland, Bucky right behind the two of you as Steve walks you through the house and to your bedroom. He throws you onto the bed and you giggle as you bounce against the mattress.

“What about the decorations?” You ask as you cuddle into the soft, warm blankets.

Bucky pulls his shirt over his head and drops his pants before he climbs onto the bed. He pushes your knees apart and settles on his knees between your legs, before sliding his cock into your pussy before you can protest, “We’ll worry about that later.”

Steve’s cock brushes along your parted lips before he pushes into your mouth, “Yeah. This is about making me feel better, remember?”

666 notes · View notes

magalidragon · 4 years

Text

targaryen’s seven | a Jonerys drabble

A/N: I could not help myself and just threw down this Drabble. I don’t want to post it on Ao3 just yet because is not a full one-shot nor is it going to be multi-chapter (in the near future, maybe one day I will come back to it) but thought you guys might like it. Enjoy!

The wind bit at her exposed skin, cheeks pinking without any aide of blush or tint. It whipped over her silver curls and braids, already pulled back taut from her face. It would have chilled anyone’s bones, except hers. Her bones were heated from the heavy thud of her heart against her breastbone, the rush of blood in her veins, and the fire raging inside her soul. The fire which rose to sparkle in her lavender eyes, redden her plump and pursed lips, and thirsted for revenge.

In the dark winter in the North, far beyond the everlasting lights and skyscrapers of King’s Landing, the craggy peaks of the Vale, and the marshy flats of the Riverlands, no one walking by on the quaint lantern-lit light posted street with its cozy restaurants, pubs, boutique hotels, and little shops devoted to preserving the heritage of the Realm’s largest, sparsest, and remotest kingdom.

The woman standing against one of these lightposts, her hands in the pockets of her designer black trenchcoat, hardly paying attention to the bustle of people. There were locals intermixed with tourists—it was the Dawn Festival soon—going from building to building, stopping to take photos in front of silly little cardboard cutouts of ice zombies and Northmen.

Only a few stopped in their tracks to glance at her, for she stood out among the darkness and the cold snow, her silver hair a moonlit beacon, her entire demeanor that of someone who should not be trifled with nor confronted. One glance of her purple eyes and they were on their way, bewitched almost to forget she was even there to begin with.

She lifted her left wrist up to peer at the heavy silver men’s wristwatch, ticking softly under the wail of the wind. Daenerys Targaryen tsked under her breath. “He’s late,” she murmured. She supposed it was silly to think he would actually honor her summons. He would not be coming then.

Well I suppose I will have to go looking for him.

Her heavy black combat boots crunched under the fresh snows, hands returning to her pockets, walking slowly down the sidewalk. The last time she was here had not been pleasant. The Northern History Museum had been far more difficult to crack than she’d originally planned. She had barely made it out of there with the silver wolf circlet she’d broken in to steal. Retrieve, she preferred, even if the authorities had different views on the matter.

The silver wolf circlet allegedly belonged to a Northern queen, who rebelled against the kingdoms and ultimately died of starvation when all her allies abandoned her. It was exceptionally expensive and the funds of which now had been siphoned into a series of orphanages the Northern government had been sorely neglecting.

Her walk took her from the local streets a bit farther off the beaten track, the lamps extinguished or nonexistent, the people fewer and fewer, until she was the only one on a darkened street.

Dany paused in front of a pub, glancing down at her phone. A message from her hacker—Missandei—informed her his cell phone had been pinging from that location an hour ago. She glanced up, smirked at the worn sign-- The Wildling -- hanging on one hinge. It was not for charm, but because the owner no doubt didn’t care about it. Perfect.

She entered the pub, which suddenly went quiet. Everyone stared at her. Dany reached up to pull at one of the buttons on her coat, her smile amused, gaze sweeping from one end to the other of the less than desirable establishment. She was not a local, she should not be there, but she did not care, purposefully striding towards the ancient bar, where a gigantic man with thick red beard and wild eyebrows surveyed her with bright blue eyes.

“Ale please,” she ordered, sweet.

The man chuckled. “You’re not from around here.”

“Nope.”

“You lost?”

Dany smiled, taking another look over her shoulder at the clientele, all of whom were still staring at her. She met the man’s gaze again, shaking her head. “Nope.”

They looked at each other, unblinking, for what seemed like several minutes, but was only a couple. A boom of laughter finally broke their silent pissing contest, the man slapping his dustbin lid sized hand on the bar, pointing at her, grinning darkly. “I like you.” He reached under the bar for a pint. “Attitude like that, first one’s on me.”

“I was hoping you could pass something along for me to one of your regulars.”

“Can’t say anyone you know would be in my pub,” the man said. He set her pint glass full of darkened ale. He grinned again. “But try me.”

Dany slipped her fingers into one of the inner pockets of her coat, removing a slim black box. She set it down on the bar, pushing it with one red manicured finger towards him. Another enigmatic smile did the trick. “This is for Jon Snow.”

The entire pub might as well have gone on mute.

The jovial bartender immediately hardened, those twinkling blue eyes now chips of ice. He was gruff. “Don’t know a Jon Snow.”

“I think you do Tormund Giantsbane.” Dany climbed off her stool, took a long pull from the ale glass, and wiped the foam from her upper lip. The gruffness of the bartender dropped like a mask at her sudden use of his full name. She liked to stun them. It was fun that way. She turned, calling over her shoulder. “Put it on his tab.”

The heavy oak door swung closed behind her with a deafening thud. Dany liked the taste of that ale, making a note she would have to return if she was ever in the mood for it again. She tugged her phone out, now a message from her ghost, warning her that this was a bad idea and they should try some other way.

Barristan had said the same thing. So had Daario. Grey and Gendry might have also agreed, if Missy and Arya hadn’t been as forceful as they had with their displeasure. Sometimes it was bothersome to have members of a team fucking, but Dany accepted the two couples because they worked well together and did not usually let their personal issues bleed into the world.

Plus they all had reason for this job. Well, not Daario, but he would do anything she asked because he was in love with her.

They all tried to convince her to get someone else. There were plenty who would kill to be a part of her team. To join them in this endeavor. No one else would do, she told them, calm and quiet.

It had to be him.

She returned to her car, parked in a community lot near the main square, and paid the exorbitant parking fee, even if it probably would have been easier to just use one of Missandei’s contraptions to hack her way out of the 15 stags. She drove off, humming along to a silly pop song playing from whatever radio station had been on when she picked up the car at the Winterfell International Airport.

Ah Winterfell, so many memories. The castle loomed large over the city that bore its name. It was a museum now, even if the Stark family still retained some ownership of it. Somewhere on the other side in more modest accommodations a few of the Stark family still lived.

The Starks weren’t as big as they once were. They were desperate for cash. All they had were their titles, such as they were. Dany thought about Arya Stark, her ghost, who technically bore the honorific Lady, but if you thought of calling her that you would get a knife in the gut. It was part of her reason for taking this job.

They all had reasons and now she just needed the final player in the game.

In lieu of a hotel, as much as she would like someone to pull back her linens and prepare a fire for her when she turned in for the evening, she rented out a luxury cabin several miles away. It afforded her privacy, stunning views, and a large sunken tub. Dany liked a sunken tub.

She parked, walked up to the front door, and smiled to herself at the threshold. So obvious. She slipped in the key and entered, turning to plug in the code for the alarm panel. When she turned back, she slipped off her coat, and walked into the large stone paneled living room, with its great fireplace—already crackling—and mountain filled wall of windows.

“Hello Jon.”

The chair before the fire turned, revealing its occupant, who sat rather bored, legs crossed and fingers tapped against his temple. He looked the same as ever, she thought, if not better. Dark raven curls, wild around his face, which had been chiseled from marble. Dark beard dusting over his jaw and upper lip, his gray eyes black in the shadow of the fire. All black ensemble, which she knew hid a body that was as chiseled as his face. Smooth planes and sharp edges, he was a masterpiece.

And he was deadly.

The gray eyes glinted, just a hint of red. Could have been from the fire, or it could have been something else.

Her smile peeled over her teeth. “My white wolf,” she purred.

Jon Snow smiled in return, although it did not meet his eyes, rather cold, as cold as the storm that began outside, the faintest hints of howling wind sounding. “Daenerys Targaryen,” he said, in his rumbling Northern burr. He kept smiling, until he wasn’t.

And then he was at her throat, his fingers digging into the slim column, tilting up her jaw, his breath mingling with hers, warm and raspy. Her eyes threatened to roll back into her head and her body ignited, fire consuming her. He barely touched his mouth to hers, barely breathing. “I thought I said I would kill you the next time I saw you.”

Now it was her turn to smile. She lifted her hand, his eyes rolling down to it. The cold steel of her dragonhead knife was against his jugular. Even if his thumb was pressing down on her carotid, threatening to cut off her oxygen, she knew he wouldn’t. Just like he knew she wouldn’t kill him. Draw blood maybe, but she could never kill him. “Darling, I think you forgot, it was I who said that.”

“Hmm.” He drew in her scent, nostrils flaring, and eyes going red again. The wolf, she noted, her skin prickling, and her body straining towards him. Not to break free, but to join him. There would be time for that later. His thumb dragged over her bottom lip and she darted her tongue out to touch it. He groaned, his nose pushing to hers, laugh deep in his chest. “You came looking for me.”

“I will always come looking for you.”

“I don’t want it.” His dark brows arched, the feral wolf flickering over his features again, hiding his obvious desire for her. She bucked her hips against him, reminding him. He laughed. “Peace offering, huh?” He immediately let her go and flicked the box towards her. He growled. “You stole that from me.”

“And I’m giving it back.” She opened the box, revealing the white wolf head pommel from the ancient Valyrian sword he kept in one of his many safehouses. She sighed. “I realized that it really belongs with you.”

“No, you realized no one would buy it.”

She shrugged, flicking the box towards him and he caught it one-handed, setting it down on a table behind him. “Po-tay-toe, Po-tah-toh.”

“I’m not joining you again.”

Ire flared, her eyes darkening to indigo. “I am no longer asking you nicely.”

“Funny was that what it was when you tried to kill me?”

Of course he would bring that up. She waved her hand dismissively. “It was an accident.”

Jon dragged the collar of his shirt down, pointing at a knife scar on his collarbone. “That is not an accident!”

“Oh yeah, well you stole from me!”

Now it was his turn to shrug it off. “That money needed to go to the Night’s Watch,” he mumbled, arms crossing over his chest.

They squared off against each other. This was not how she planned it to go, but nevertheless. She narrowed her eyes on him, staring. He stared back. No one blinked. Until they were at each other, grappling, tugging, and tearing at each other, mouths a frenzied clash of tongues and teeth. She drew his tongue in between her lips to slide along hers, moaning into his mouth when his large hands slipped from her shoulders to cup the sides of her breasts, straining in their cashmere sweater cage. She lifted herself against him, remembering every feel of him, every dent and ridge of muscle, every nervous quiver, and every bump and drag of scars.

He tore from her first, a hand tangled in her immaculate braids, fingers digging into the ridge of her skull, and another on her hip, holding her to him. “The answer is still no,” he whispered.

Dany shook her head, whispering. “You haven’t heard my proposition.”

“I’m out.”

“Even when I tell you the mark?”

He shook his head again, although she knew him. She’d known him since they were teenagers, misfits and unwanted, trying to scrap by on their wits and wiles. They had bled together, fought together, fucked and almost died together. They’d gone to jail together. She nibbled his lower lip again and he flinched, barely, but she felt it. He still wants to know. “No,” he repeated.

“Yes.”

“I don’t want it.”

She cocked her head, her fingers smoothing over his cheek, dropping to cover his heart with her palm. Eyes steady, breath even, she smiled again. “I need my second Jon. I need my partner.”

They all wanted her to bring in someone else. Even someone she might have worked with in the past, none of them matched to the trust she had with Jon Snow. He was her equal, the one she could trust above all else, the one who knew her deepest and darkest fears and desires. Jon Snow came from nothing like she had and built himself up. He was the only one she would ever feel comfortable doing this job with.

There was also the fact that she was still in love with him.

Trivial thing really, she lied to herself.

Whatever they said about him, she didn’t believe it. He was out, he was done, he’d gone straight…all lies. He was just like her. They were wild, they could not be tamed, and he could never settle for a boring law-abiding life.

The irony of Jon Snow was he was the most honorable criminal she had ever met.

“No.”

Now it was time for the final play. Her other hand cupped his head and fingers twirled with his hair at the base of his neck. “Even if I tell you that we’re going for the Targaryen crown and dragons?”

His dark eyes lifted to hers, his breath stilled. He said nothing.

Her tongue dabbed her upper lip, her pupils dilating wide, smile curving again. “The crown and the eggs will all be in a single location, for the Conquering Day Celebration, and Tywin Lannister himself will be there, to give a speech, to commemorate the day. Robert Baratheon, Cersei Lannister, and that little fucker Tyrion will all be in attendance.” She brushed her nose over his, whispering. “Can’t you feel it Jon? That wolf inside your heart? The one howling? What does he want?”

She knew what it wanted, just like he did. All she needed was for him to say it.

Jon closed his eyes, shivering, and his arms tightened around her. “Revenge,” he murmured. He didn’t need to say it but draining the Lannisters of their stolen riches would also be a bonus.

“Exactly.”

He gazed down at her, lips dropping to hers again, and she knew it. She knew before he even whispered the words to her, before he kissed her and before they decided to start talking terms.

“When do we start?”

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfiction #jonerys drabble #criminals jonerys #robin hood jonerys #had to get this out of my system

77 notes · View notes