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mha-princess · 3 years

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Canon Dabi x insecure reader where she’s insecure about her body since she’s not thin. She voices it to him after seeing a pretty and smaller girl flirt with him, and he shows her how much he cares for her? NSFW pls! Thank u!

stop your whining [dabi x fem!reader]

A/N: I didn’t proof this so bc I really wanted to post today also I’ll be posting my 1k event soon! - Anako ✿

Genre: canon-verse, smut, drabble

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: unprotected sex, breeding, degradation

You continue to twirl on the bar stool, your attention long adverted from the chatter dispersed around you. It wasn’t an uncommon for you to tune out of the league’s conversations, especially when the topic was new recruits. New female recruits. To be honest you didn’t think new recruits within the group was necessary, but then again it wasn’t your call. You rolled your eyes at the thought and let yourself tune into the girl riding Shigaraki’s dick, desperate to receive a compliment.

“I really admire your ideologies. I’m willing to follow through with any task given. Any task given.” She enunciates, taking a step closer towards both Dabi and Shigaraki. Her small stature made her seem sweet, cute even, but her eyes had mischievous intent. The two men glance at eachother exchanging an understanding look before, looking back to the girl.

“Thank you for your interest. We look forward to your loyalty. Kurogiri be a gent and show her out.” Shigaraki, responds.

The girl grins as if she just had an interview and was sure she got the job. As Kurogiri shows her out you watch her sway her hips, the skirt she’s wearing a little less than admiring. After Kurogiri is out of sight you sigh in relief.

“Thank god that’s over. Fucking groupies, this is getting old.” You sigh raising from the bar stool.

“Her quirk will be of use to us.” Dabi shrugs.

“Shapeshifting? Tch, isn’t that what we have Toga for?”

“You think I’d drink animal blood?! Gross Y/N!” The blonde exclaims, partially offended.

“Wouldn’t put it past you babe.” You shrug, “I’d rather you be able to do both that way we don’t have some groupie in the league.”

“Why so judegmental now Y/N? Aren’t you all about giving people chances and bullshit like that?” Dabi snarks, shoving his handing into his pockets.

“Not skanks,” you reply, “Well, maybe she didn’t come off as a skank to you seeing as you were pretty friendly.”

“Jealousy is fucking ugly on you.” Shigaraki rasps, opting to leave the room with the others rather than hear you bicker with the black haired male.

“Jealous? The hell is there to be jealous about?!” You shout, the leader sending you the finger before leaving.

“Shigaraki’s right.” Dabi agrees, beginning to stroll away to his room, “It’s also a huge turn off.”

“Turn off ? It’s not like I ever turned you on. You’d rather the skimpy skinny bitch, right? She seems more your type.” Dabi stops to turn around to face you.

The expression on his face was unreadable but the aura he was emitting was deadly. He then inches toward you causing you to take little steps back.

“Y/N.” Is all he says and you stop right where you are. As he closes the space between you he grabs your arm, the force of his fingertips crushing into your muscle.

“The room. Now.” He grits, shoving you in front of him.

“Don’t fucking shove me. Better yet keep your hands off of me. ” You mumbled, making your way down the hall.

When you enter the room Dabi slams the door behind you.

“So fucking unnecessary,” you voice, back turned to him.

“No, your fucking unnecessary. And fucking look at me when I’m talking to you.” He demands gripping your shoulder and flipping you around.

“Didn’t I say to keep you damn hands off of me?!” You hiss, pushing his hands off of you. Dabi, refutes by taking a death hold on your waist, pushing you into the foot of the bed. His hands grip tighter and eventually your sides begin to run hot, the smell of singed clothing flooding the air.

He draws closer to your face, he gets so close you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, “Now listen you fucking brat, I don’t know what your problem is but you better fix that shit real fast. I don’t like to play with bratty bitches.”

“Your the bratty bitch,” you bark. Dabi’s lips draw together before he pushes you over the footboard and onto the bed. He then climbs inbetween your legs and loops his fingers around what’s left of your belt loops.

“You can either tell me what your problem is now or you can wait until my cock is rupturing your fucking cervix. ” he offers, pulling your pants off along with your underwear.

“Do your worst, bitch.” You spit.

Now I know it seems like that was a badass move, but it was a bad decision to say the least. Dabi was never a gentle lover and now that you’ve pissed him off, he definitely wasn’t going to take and precautions. You were being a bitch and if the only way to fix that is fucking you, then so be it.

Without any care he yanks you up and takes off the remainder of your clothing. Your lips purse into a thin line, the feisty part in you wanting to say something, but with the mood you had put him in you knew better. In one motion your back hits the mattress once more.

The male on top of you doesn’t even bother stripping from his clothing. You watch as he undoes his zipper and shimmies his pants below his hips. He sucks air into his mouth before pushing it out causing spit to fly onto your slit as well as his cock.

He then grabs the back of your knees, his fingertips still hot from the incident earlier, and throws them onto his shoulders.

“Don’t open your mouth until your ready to tell me what the hell is wrong with you,” and with that remark he plunges the whole of his cock into your pussy. You let out a shaky gasp which is quickly met by a hand around your throat.

“Not a fucking peep.” The male urges, drawing out of your folds before thrusting back in. He slams his hips into yours hard enough to send you moving forward on the mattress. The sheets beneath you losing there stability. Your pussy clenches around his length in an attempt to lessen the impact of his thrusts.

“Stop clenching. Your gonna rip my dick off,” he growls, and it sends chills through out your body. Dabi had such a disgusting mouth, vial even, but in the end it’s only added to your pleasure. The pleasure which you couldn’t admit you were indulging in. The thought of Dabi fucking you with no mercy only made you want to piss him off more.

Your voice ached to be heard as he continued to fuck your greedy pussy. The sounds of slapping and low distasteful grunts echoed off the hollow walls as he continued to reek havoc on your slit. The closer he got to cumming the closer he neared your cervix.

“You know what? Your fucking cute like this. Being a stubborn fucking brat. Making me fuck you just to get you to act right.”

Cute? Through the rough pleasure that you were feeling that word made something burn inside you.

“Cute? You don’t think I’m fucking cute.” You wither through labored breaths. He takes the pressure off of your neck, interested in trying to hear you explain yourself as he pounds your cunt.

“And why wouldn’t I think your cute, mm?”

“Because you were into that thin bitch. Talking to her, grinning at her. Bet you couldn’t wait until I left so you could fuck her.”

“If I wanted to fuck her I would’ve fucked her. But here I am balls fucking deep in my cunt. In the pussy that belongs to me.” His vulgar words, spark a heat in your tummy, leaving your insides twitching.

“So that’s what the attitude was for? Because you thought I wanted to fuck some rando?” He chuckles before taking the back of your thighs into his hands. He then pushes them back as far as they can go before pulling the length of his cock out, leaving only the tip. Your hand scrambles to meet his stomach but by the time your fingers meet his skin he’s already eight inches deep in your pussy. The head of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Dabi!” You cry out, your toes curling as he slams the weight of himself into you. The boy leans down and places a tart kiss on the shell of your ear.

“So pretty when you cry out like that.” You whimper at his words and weakly shove at his chest.

“Take some out. I told you what was wrong.” A feeble whine lacing your tone.

“I know that’s what we agreed on but your sucking me in. I couldn’t pull some out if I tried.” He whispers, dragging his tongue up your ear. You groaned, squirming under him it was as if he just kept adding inches. Nevertheless the pain you felt was something you were use to, something that you only used to add to your pleasure.

“Gonna cum.” You cry out as he rhythmically fills you up, his cock crashing against your womb again and again. You feel you thighs tremble as your body locks up around him. Your hands slam down gripping the sheets as your orgasm courses through your body. Dabi moves his mouth to kiss you as he lets his own orgasm spill into you. Once you regain your breath you lazily push him off of you.

“Heavy.” You mumble, grabbing the sheets to cover yours self, but before you can pull them over your chest they’re ripped from your hands.

“Don’t.” He demands, letting his hand trail up and down your lower abdomen as he lays he head on your chest, “Let me rub here. It’s cute.”

“Stop calling me cute.” You say rolling your eyes.

“But that’s what you are. Your a damn brat as well but your beautiful, perfect body, perfect smile. It warms my shallow ass heart.” You fluster at his words as he continues his actions.

“Dabi don’t say-.”

“Will you be quiet?” he sighs, “I love you. Your perfect. I wouldn’t dare think of another girl so stop your whining.” You obey and entangle your hand in his hair .

Nothing else needed to be said on your part or his. You were aware of you over exaggeration of the situation and you were glad you had a boyfriend who cared enough to hear you out, even if it was after destroying your cervix.

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fablesofkitkat · 3 years

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pov: keeping it casual with Shiggy and Dabi

warning: suggestive / lime af

DISCLAIMER: this doesn't belong to the [Cherry, I run] timeline nor [can the world cease to exist?] timeline. I didn't want to write this pov because I felt like I haven't done enough character analysis on both Shiggy and Dabi to write them in the same pov; but a friend told me if I keep pussyfooting over writing two characters at once, how can I practice versatility in writing?

everyone is in LEGAL AGE in this pov.

if you want me to tag you on any Dabi povs or Shigaraki povs I'll write, let me know

"You look like you're the life of a party."

Shigaraki takes a side glance at you and a subtle scan to your body. His eyes lighted with curiousity and appreciation with your choice of outfit: a high neck tank top mesh, a dark indigo fitch lace bralette, a black high waisted skirt that hugged your hips nicely and black stilettos.

"And you look like you're going to church." He gave you a smile, turning his whole body to you.

You and Shigaraki were both seated on the bar stools. There were still alot of seats available, not that it was still early, it's just that it isn't midnight yet and clubgoers were only starting to get in. He takes a sip from his drink, tasting the whiskey followed by a hint of sweetness, mixed with herbal, bitter notes.

You giggled. "Amen to that."

It was always nice to meet someone who understands sarcasm, you thought. Your eyes roamed his form appreciatively, his long sleeved shirt fitted him nicely and there was something so charismatic about the man, you couldn't quite put a finger on.

"Sazerac?" He offered, gesturing to his drink. You nodded and he waves the bartender down, buying it for you. "Tell me something, church little miss. Why me?"

"Hmm?" You distractedly watch the bartender prepare your drink.

"You're planning on sleeping with me. Why?" He takes another sip. "We both know interactions like this don't end as innocent."

You demuredly smiled at him, an enticing provocation when you're dressed ready to f–

"I didn't want those guys at the dance floor who grinds themselves all over me. I want someone different, a little intellectual stimulation." You tilt your head and leaned towards him; your lips curled in a secretive smile. "A little foreplay, ya think?"

A bolt of heat shoots all over Shigaraki. It must be the sazerac. He's gotta admit that your boldness is quite attractive to him.

"You ever had it good?"

You snapped your eyes back to his. He caught you staring at his groin. To be fair, you were curious with his... package."What?" You asked, smiling seductively.

He cocks his head to the bartender. "The drink. Sazerac."

You flushed, thinking he was talking about sex. Now you're just embarrassed. "Oh, what do you mean?"

Shigaraki leans close to you like how you did earlier. Like sharing a little secret. His breath smells like whiskey, with hints of cherry and spice. A dry sardonic aroma. Dammit, why does the scent turn you on?

He cups your chin with his right hand, the texture of his thumb sleeve brings goosebumps to you. He turns your head to the bartender. "After mixing the sazerac to one of the glass, the other is rinsed with absinthe before finally pouring the drink to it. If the bartender doesn't do that when you order a sazerac, hop to a different bar."

You watch the bartender do exactly what he just said. You feel his thumb sleeve coyly touching the edge of your bottom lip, slowly following the curve of your chin, down to the curve of your throat, he pressed the spot aligned with your vocal fold that you let out a little gasp, or a squeak. His other hand is grabbing your thigh, preventing your legs from closing to relieve some of the ache.

"Ah-ah-ah." His voice deep but sing-song. "You don't get to close your legs with me here."

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Dabi was randomly watching himself blow circles to the ceiling in the smoke room. When he hears the door slide open and you appeared, trying to catch your breath. He took an observation at you and found himself attracted to the way your chest heaved. Not that it wasn't a common sight for him, what with women flocking towards him whichever club he went to. He blew a circle in your direction, meeting your eyes critically. He smiled at the snooty, upturned nose you did and the way you rolled your eyes.

"This is the wrong place to try and catch a breath." He greeted.

"I wasn't trying to catch my breath." You patted your chest, slowly getting your breaths to slow down.

He raised an eyebrow at your reply.

"Yes, I was. But I was trying to run from a creep who wouldn't take no for an answer and you're pretty intimidating, so I was hoping to bum on your presence 'til he's gone." You explained.

Dabi couldn't stop staring at how, despite being seen disheveled just now, you casually primped yourself with a compact mirror. It amused him so since no one really cared what people looked like after spending a few hours at the club, usually everyone would be a hot mess. He found you cute.

"What's in it for me?" He drew a breath from the shisha and blew it again lazily at you.

You eye him critically, pursing your lips. "My wonderful company."

"So I get to take you home?"

"No. My company is only available within the duration of my stay here."

"Pity." With mocking a tone, he smirked at you. "But then again, you seem like you're too vanilla anyways. Can't have sex without being in love with someone?"

Dabi watches how your eyes glinted menacingly, a silent vow to prove him wrong. He anticipates how you crossed the room from the door to him, his heart jumped when your fingers brushed his as you took the pipe from his hand. You took a deep long breath, leaned down and blew sweet, sweet smoke in his mouth. He closed his eyes as the tobacco filled his nostrils, along with your scent. It takes everything in him to just let the smoke trail all over his mouth, and not let his lips press against yours.

" Your many piercings seem like you're overcompensating for something. What, you don't want people to know you're the one who's actually vanilla?"

He opens his eyes and a lazy smirk settles on his lips. He grabs the pipe back and blows the smoke to your mouth just hairsbreadth from you. "Why don't we find out then?"

You feel the way the air moved with his lips. It was so close. It was electric. His eyes daring you to close the distance. You took up his challenge of course.

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"Oh, ffuuuck." You awkwardly stand by the door when you find Shigaraki and Dabi glaring at each other in the living room

"Who the fuck is he?" Dabi demanded

Shigaraki only glares at him and then turns towards you.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. Uhmm Dabi meet Shigaraki, my fubu. Shigaraki meet Dabi, my not-serious bf which basically is just another word for fubu." You awkwardly shuffled your feet. "I guess I had too much to drink, I accidentally texted the other and here you are... two... Hahaha..." Kami, you just made a huge awkward mistake. Dammit, you're gonna lose them both.

"Which one of us did you text first?" Shiggy asked.

"Which one does it better?" Dabi asked.

They exchanged glares at their simultaneous questions.

"Um–"

Suddenly, they are both on you; Shiggy cups your face, kissing you angrily, biting your lips til they bleed while Dabi is behind you, cupping your chest as he slowly takes off your clothes. Dabi kisses the spot behind you're neck, nipping your skin 'til there's all but teeth marks on your shoulder blades.

"I'm not stopping–" Both glared at each other for saying things at the same time again.

You moaned when Dabi starts press his hips on you while Shigaraki's hands unbutton your jeans, and finally touching you there.

"We're not stopping–" Dabi's hot breath fanned your right ear.

Shigaraki's low quiet rasp on your left ear. "–not until you know which one of us can do you better."

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AN:

[Cherry, I run] Dabi is screaming betrayal at me rn. Dw Dabi, this version of you has less issues than usual. [can the world cease to exist?" Shiggy is ignoring me, telling me he wouldn't share reader. ever.

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Stranger Danger

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader x Hanamaki

Genre/Warning: Yandere, Dub-con, Rape/Non-con, Blood Play, Knife Play, Degradation, Smut

Summary: Kindness has you beckoning two handsome strangers into your home during a particularly bad thunderstorm, but little do you know just how much you’ll regret that decision.

The thunderstorm is roaring outside and you sigh as you finally turn off your computer. Thank goodness it’s a Friday at least and you won’t have to sign back on for work until Monday. You’re thankful your gig lets you work from home as you stare out at the torrential downpour and your nose crinkles in distaste at even imagining having to commute in this weather. A little growl interrupts your thoughts and you rub your stomach as you wander towards the kitchen. You hadn’t eaten much today, too caught up in work and making sure deliverables were handed in on time, but now that your mind isn’t occupied, you realize how hungry you actually are. Humming, you cut and prep ingredients for a warm, comforting stew, the perfect dish for a gloomy wet day and soon your kitchen is filled with a soothing melody of a knife rhythmically hitting the cutting board and raindrops pitter pattering on your window.

You’re startled by the sound of your doorbell ringing. You weren’t expecting any visitors and your house is so out of the way, tucked in a quiet corner of the woods, that you’re honestly surprised and a little frightened that someone had even found it. Knife in hand, you quietly walk towards your front door and peer out your door viewer. You’re met with the sight of two men who roughly seem your age, maybe in their late 20s, standing drenched outside your house. Unsure of what to do, you continue spying on them as they insistently ring and knock. You have to admit, they’re easy on the eyes, you can tell even through the little hole, and it’s been so long since you’ve last hung out with anyone. You chose to live a quiet hermit life, but it didn’t mean you were completely immune to the pangs of loneliness that crept up every once in a while. You examine them closely...they don’t have any suspicious bags or items on their person, they’re empty handed...what could possibly be the worst thing that could happen? With that thought, you finally unlock the door and come face to face with the duo.

You had already vaguely thought the two were attractive behind your tiny peep hole, but now standing in front of them in person, you’re slightly taken aback by how good looking they are. The chestnut colored hair man speaks first. “Sorry, our car is running really low on gas and we don’t know the area too well. We didn’t want to keep on driving and get stuck in this weather, so we just decided to drop by the nearest house we could find. Do you mind if we stick it out until the storm subsides a little?” You’re a little uncertain about letting two strangers waltz into your home, but he seems so genuine and nice. His charming smile tugs at your heart, but you stare warily at the taller of the two who still hasn’t said a word. There’s something a little more intimidating about the dark curly-haired figure and a little warning bell sounds in the back of your mind. Sensing your hesitation, the shorter of the two nudges the other in the side and with a grunt, the taller one bows politely in greeting and also implores you for help. You didn’t want to send them back off into the terrible weather and if you’re honest, some company would be nice. Stepping aside, you beckon them in.

You hand them some spare towels and the biggest athletic wear you can find in your closet as you guide them to the bathroom and let them change out of their rain-soaked clothing and freshen up. Soon enough, the three of you are in your small kitchen getting to know each other as you prepare dinner together. “We’re Matsukawa Issei and Hanamaki Takahiro, but please just call us Mattsun and Makki.” You laugh and begin to enjoy yourself as you talk more to the two men. Makki is definitely the friendlier of the two, easily chatting away and making you giggle. But although Mattsun is quieter and more reserved, his quick wit and snarky playful comments spice up the conversation and the three of you find an easy cadence. They listen closely as you explain why you live in such an isolated part of the woods. You’ve always been a little more introverted by nature, so you had jumped at the opportunity of being able to work remotely and used it to find this quaint cottage in the forest where only nature could bother you. There were no nearby neighbors to worry about and your friends and parents all lived so far away, they rarely came to visit you. As you turn your back on your guests to ladle the stew into bowls, you miss the dark look the men exchange behind you.

Dinner goes on without a hitch and now with bellies full and dishes clean, the three of you lounge on your couch lazily watching Netflix. When you had bought furniture, you had only planned for yourself, so the couch is a bit small for three adults, but you make it work as you sit in the middle, Makki and Mattsun positioned on either side of you, so close that you can feel the warmth of their bodies. You slightly flush, but you don’t think much of it as you continue watching the flickering screen. Mattsun shifts and suddenly his left arm is wrapped around the sofa back behind you and you can feel your back pressing up against his forearm, but thinking he’s just trying to get comfortable, you continue to ignore the two men. It’s only when Makki’s right hand softly trails up your left thigh that you confusedly turn to stare at the grinning boy. Makki tentatively leans in for a kiss and after he pulls away, he fondly looks at you. “Are you okay with this?” Strong arms wrap around your waist from behind you and you turn your head to stare at Mattsun smirking down at you. “Well, are you?” There’s only a slight pause before you nod your head and Makki lifts you in his arms as you direct him to your bedroom.

Only when he has gently deposited you on your bed do you realize that Mattsun hasn’t followed the two of you. You question Makki about his friend’s whereabouts, but Makki just hushes you with a heated kiss. “He’ll be here soon. Just focus on me for now.” And you can’t do anything besides that when Makki playfully bites your bottom lip before entangling his tongue with yours. It’s been so long since your last sexual escapade and you quickly lose yourself in the heat of another body and your eyes close as your mouths continue their dance. Makki’s fingers skillfully rid you of your clothes and reposition you until you’re both upright with you kneeling between Makki’s outstretched legs. But a startled choke has you tearing your face away from Makki as you feel something sharp begin to dig into your back. You try to twist your body around, but Makki’s firm hold on you doesn’t allow for much range. However, with what movement your neck allows you, you see Mattsun behind you, tracing the tip of one of your kitchen knives into your skin, his once apathetic countenance now replaced by a feral predatory grin.

You clutch at Makki desperately, hoping to reason with the kinder of the two. “Please, Makki, make him stop.” You plead, tears beginning to form in the corner of your eyes, but Makki just gently kisses you and affectionately wipes the tears away. “Just bear with it, sweetheart. Struggling only makes it worse and you don’t want to make Mattsun angry. He was so cruel to the other darlings who wouldn’t let him carve his pretty marks into them.” Other darlings? Just how many people had fallen victim to this insane duo. You don’t realize you’ve said your thoughts aloud until Makki laughs and grabs your jaw forcing you to look him in the eye. “You’d be surprised how many silly girls like you just welcome big bad wolves into their homes. It’s almost like you all want to be eaten,” he coos. Anger and humiliation have you ready to retort scathingly, but instead you wail in pain as Mattsun begins to carve and you feel hot liquid running down your back. Makki uses the chance to devour your lips once again, moving one arm to fully encircle your waist and hold your figure tight to him while his other hand begins to roughly twist and pull at your nipples. You want to focus on the pain, to focus on how wrong this all is, but pleasure threatens to cloud your senses as Makki begins to suck harsh marks down your neck and your nipples harden as his hand continues to fondle them.

It feels like time is crawling as pain and pleasure both equally envelope you, but finally metal stops tearing through you and Makki lets you collapse face first onto the bed as Mattsun and him admire the artwork now etched into you. You hear a snap before you feel the weight of Makki lying next to you, gently stroking your hair behind your ear as he shows you the picture he took and a sob escapes you as you stare at the kanji of their names crudely cut into your once unmarred back. A rough hand forces your head up and you’re forced to prop yourself up on your hands and knees to lessen the strain in your back and neck as you look up into Mattsun’s face. “You’re going to look so beautiful when this scars over and you’re permanently branded. No one else is ever going to want damaged goods like you, so you better just start accepting the fact that you belong to us now.” That’s all the preamble you get before you’re slapped in the face by a thick heavy weight and you let out more broken cries when you realize you’re now face to face with Mattsun’s cock, already slick with pre-cum and at full mast. Your stomach churns at the fact that the bastard is getting turned on by your pain and suffering, but you don’t have time to delve too much into your thoughts as Mattsun slaps you across the face once more before rubbing his tip all over your face, smearing pre-cum into your skin. “Open up, whore. Don’t even think about biting down or I’ll leave some more pretty art on your body.” You obediently open your mouth as fear lances through your body at the feeling of a sharp edge warningly being pressed into your throat.

Mattsun is big and you struggle to fit even half of him inside your mouth. With an annoyed sigh, he grabs the back of your head and slams all the way into your throat and you screech, fingernails clawing at his thighs. Your throat burns and you can’t breathe, but Mattsun just moans as he starts to fuck your tight mouth with abandon. Tears, snot, and drool are cascading into a sloppy pool beneath you, but your messy pathetic face only turns him on more. “Yeah, keep on crying, sweetheart. Fuck, that’s hot.” You’re so overwhelmed by the lack of oxygen and the building burn of your mouth being stretched that you’re barely aware of Makki situating himself behind you until he rams his entire length inside you in one rough motion. Everything hurts. You’re so filled and stretched and neither man relents as they continue their brutal assault on your holes. There’s no care for your pleasure or discomfort as they savagely chase their own ends and you lie there limply, taking it like the good sex doll they’ve made you into.

Your consciousness begins to crawl in on itself in an attempt to at least mentally escape what’s happening, but even that is taken from you as Makki begins to attentively circle and play with your clit and you want to die when you feel arousal licking at the corners of your brain. “You don’t get to escape, darling. I want you to feel everything that’s happening. I want you to experience your own body betraying you when it falls apart in pleasure. Cry and scream all you want. At least your body is honest about how it feels.” And that’s exactly what you do. Sobs wrack your body as desire bubbles within you and you peak when the bitter taste of Mattsun’s release coats your tongue. “Fuck, you dirty slut. Did you get off to just the taste of my cum? God, we chose well, Makki. It’s like she was made for this.” Makki doesn’t reply, too busy pounding into you as you scream at the pain of being overstimulated. Your throat is hoarse and your upper body is collapsed on the bed, but you continue brokenly bawling into the ruined sheets beneath you even after Makki roughly sinks into you one last time and releases deep within you.

Still trembling, you take a deep shaky breath, thankful that at least it’s over and you beg them to just leave you alone now that they’re done. But your heart sinks as Makki tenderly strokes your head and leans down to smile at you. “We’re nowhere near done with you, sweetheart. Weren’t you listening when Mattsun said you belong to us now?” You hiss as strong arms rearrange you until you’re sitting in a lap with your back pressed against a firm chest, making your abused pussy and still healing wounds throb in pain. “We have the rest of your life left or until we get bored of you, whichever comes first,” Mattsun purrs into your ear. “So if you want us to keep you alive, you better keep us happy.” Those words are barely out of his mouth before Mattsun is guiding you to perch above his shaft and with a rough jerk, he bottoms out completely within you and begins to manhandle you into bouncing on his length. Silent tears trail down your face as you send a desperate prayer for someone to save you before slumping your head back onto Mattsun’s shoulder. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to collapse in his hold.

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years

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Island Escapade [Ex-con! 2p! America x reader x Denmark] 09

Island Escapade - 09 - The Great Escape Wordcount: 3, 370 The reader is referred to as she/her.

The house was quiet save for the voice of a reporter. Mathias wasn't one to watch something as boring as the news, so he was probably dead asleep in front of the TV. If not, about to be. You appeared in the doorway, unable to help the growing smile at the sight of him nodding off. As peaceful as he looked, you couldn't let him pass out on the couch. "Don't sleep like that, or you'll ruin your neck. C'mon. You have a perfectly usable bed at your disposal."

You patted his cheek until his eyes began to flutter. He merely grumbled, unwilling. "But you’re not in the bedroom." Mathias rolled his head away and screwed his eyes shut. "Night." Never bothering to add anything else, he licked his bottom lip before drifting off again.

You sat beside him with a huff. A week had passed since he recovered, but the exhaustion was there all the same. When you put two and two together, concern washed over you all over again.

If he wasn’t excitable and bounding with energy, he was tired, burnt-out, even. It reflected his mood, which was rarely anything besides a good one. Anger he could manage, but sadness? It drained him like a vampire would suck their victims dry.

"Just because I'm not sharing a room with you." He couldn't seem to handle being alone at all. Not even when he was sleeping. "You're hopeless." Pulling his head onto your lap, he immediately buried his face into your shirt. Despite being unconscious, he took on a relaxed expression as if he knew where he was. It was exactly where he wanted to be. "I can’t keep doing this for you, Mat..."

And yet, here you were. You’d be lying if you said it was just for him.

He was pulling you in again. Getting you to put up with his shit. First, he disappeared, then fell sick. And now, the sad sap didn't need to compete for your attention. Not anymore. It seriously begged the question, what if you never shut him out? Physically, you did. For a while. But emotionally? You didn't want to think about it.

So you were stubborn. So what?

Allen had been filling out his logbook when you wandered off into the living room. Giving all the boxes a brief skim, he left his room to find you. "Looks good to me. Now I gotta get this signed off..."

When he walked out, he saw you on the couch with the dumbass Dane on your lap. He never thought much of you still caring about the guy, especially after being shipped off like that. But watching you comb a hand through his hair made it too jarring. The way you held him, looked at him.

You were still in love with him.

It made his chest ache in the subtlest of ways.

"Am I interrupting something?" He began, the voice making you freeze. The denial was glaring at this point. Allen grinned lazily when you exchanged glances with him and Mathias on your lap. Nervously. "Don't mind me. Just wonderin' if you could spare me a few and sign off my hours." Holding up his booklet at that, he waved it around for emphasis.

"Yeah, of course! Hand it over." He did as told. While you flicked through the pages, he came around to the back to wrap his arms around your neck. There, he watched on. "Let's see... Wow, your hours are coming along nicely. You'll be done with this in no time!"

He bumped his head against yours. "Couldn't do it without ya. Let's say waking up early isn't my strongest suit."

"Oh, yeah?" You ticked everything off with a smile of your own. "I can't believe it's already been three months! I don't think you'll have to stay for the whole sentence. Six months, I mean. Cuz' at this rate, you'll only need..." Your excitement for him faded. "One month." In other words, he already stayed most of his welcome. Three-quarters of it.

Allen seemed to be on the same page as you.

"One month until I'm a free man again, huh?" He took his logbook and set that aside. "And I was beginning to like it here. But nothing lasts forever, I guess." Closing his eyes at that, he joined you on the couch with a soft sigh. He never said anything after that. He didn't need to. The silence was deafening, and both of you shared the same sentiments without opening your mouths.

"I'm gonna miss you, Al." Your gaze saddened. He furrowed his brows. And he was trying to avoid the emotional aspect of it. You, however, jumped straight to it. In your defense, nothing lasts forever didn't seem to apply to you the same way it did to him. What you wanted to stay didn't. What you wanted to go away never budged. Allen and Mathias. Like Yin and Yang, they were the perfect opposites of one another.

Allen reached out to pinch your cheek affectionately.

"What do you mean? I'm still here."

You hardened your stare. "Not in a month, you won't."

He nodded slowly in defeat. Then, he responded with a low chuckle. "Always so serious, aren't you, doll? You didn't have to say it like that. We can't help what we can't change." Pulling out his phone, he directed your attention to what was on the screen. "What we can help is animal trafficking, though. What do you know? What your stupid ex did gave the Interpol good, useable intel."

Who would've thought?

After scanning the article's contents, you sucked in a gasp, completely enraptured by the news. "And you never told me? Allen, this is amazing! Oh my God, we're getting our turtles back!" The said man managed a lopsided grin to reflect your delight. While you shook Mathias awake, violently, the reporter on TV announced the news—'Lucky ferry mix up leads to animal trafficking bust'

"I figured it would find its way to you," Allen said.

Mathias groaned while he was rocked back and forth. "Guh... What... What's happening?" He croaked. An earthquake? No way. When he saw the look on your face, he snapped out of his daze. But nothing could've prepared him for what he was about to hear.

"Mat, you did it! We're getting our turtles back!" You exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. That wasn't enough to express the gratitude and relief surging through your system, however. "I can't believe it! You actually did something right! Not that you don't ever, but what you did was really stupid--" He shook his head in shock. Wait, did he hear you correctly? You climbed onto his lap and squeezed him again.

He must’ve. Otherwise, why would you be sitting on him? "--I'll still be mad at you for it, but at least it wasn't for nothing—!"

He returned the embrace slowly, still unable to fathom what you were saying. "Woah, woah, woah. What are you talking about? What's up?" Nevertheless, he found himself lighting up at your tone of voice. You were overjoyed, and the euphoria seemed to be targeted at him. Combined with the hug you gave him that only grew tighter and tighter, his melancholy was soon no more.

"The eggs, you idiot!" You pulled away to gleam at him. "The police found them! They must've cracked them down when you explained why you were undocumented in America!"

It finally clicked, as evident in his change in expression. "Ha! We did it, we did it!" Mathias's nostrils flared as he stood up with you in his arms. "I told you not to worry! This was always a matter for the police, kæreste," While he spun you around with great enthusiasm, you laughed at his hypocrisy. A matter for the police, he said. His stupidity never failed to amaze you. For once, it was a good kind of amazement.

"You're just lucky, Mat. I don't know why God keeps smiling at you. Just never do that again." In the heat of the moment, you kissed his cheek. Mathias widened his eyes, and after some hesitation, he leaned in to kiss your forehead. Allen looked away. This was so hard to watch. The Dane was back to murmuring something in your ear, something he couldn't pick up, but whatever it was, you didn't like it.

You were set back on the ground again. You had the choice to move away, and yet, you didn't, and instead, stayed put with your face in his chest. He coiled his arms around your form. And he was smiling, wistfully.

Allen had no idea what was going on in Mathias's head. Whether he was really the person you thought he was, he had you wrapped around his finger. He wanted to help you. He really did. But what if this was for the best? If you couldn't stay away from him, there must've been something about the guy that made him so worth forgiving.

Or was it just his insecurity talking?

Seeing you so infatuated got him rethinking what kind of person he was himself. Mathias had his life together. A successful scientist, and now, a hero. That goof was on the right side of the law. He wasn't. He was a nobody. After this sentence, he was back to job-skipping around Ibiza. And if that didn't check out, nothing was stopping him from living up to the name Mathias insisted on him.

A criminal. A bum.

So what the hell was he thinking, trying to save you from something you didn't need saving from? He was the one who needed to get his shit together. Not Mathias, not you.

The night called for celebration. With Allen's speedy progress and Mathias's lucky break, you were getting a taste of the exuberance yourself. Your work was only getting better and better. You've never felt this on track with your responsibilities. The same couldn't be said for other aspects of your life, however.

You had no idea how to act around Mathias anymore. So what did you do? You avoided him at all costs. After spending the first twenty minutes at the back of a rave, you took Allen's hand and pulled him away. When he shot you a weird look, you offered him a sheepish smile. "Just trust me. I know a better place to be!" He could barely hear your shouts over the pandemonium of EDM and a screaming crowd.

While you led him to the inside of the club, which already looked like the aftermath of a wild night, deserted and strewn with trash, he let out a low chuckle. "What's a better place to be than a party like that? This dump?" He grinned, earning a heated glare from you.

"Quit being such a smartass and follow me."

You both appeared in a separate pool room. While he skidded to a stop, he was prepared to object. "Don't have to do that when you're—" Allen trailed off as he took in his surroundings. "—dragging me." His tanned complexion took on a bright blue glow from the heated pool. Next to the huge body of water was a minibar. Behind the counter was a lone bartender, scrubbing away at a glass.

"And I thought I liked to party." He remarked in awe, turning to you with a scoff. "This is one of the coolest spots I've ever been to."

"You'd be surprised. This is the party island, after all." Allen wiped his hand down your smug face as if to smear invisible dirt all over it. "Eugh--I didn't take you to be a bad sport, Al." The man shrugged off your annoyance with a playful smirk of his own. Of course, the animosity was short-lived on your end, and you were back to pulling him around. This time, to the minibar he set his sights on.

"Just didn't think you'd be the type to... You know. Be like me. Self-indulge. I'm good at that." He took a seat on one of the stools while you ordered a round of drinks. Allen blinked. It only felt like yesterday that you chewed him out for trying to get in some beer at the fundraising party. "... But I guess everyone needs an escape."

You flashed him a tight smile. The bartender rocked his mixer back and forth, filling the backdrop with the rattling of ice and booze. "What do you know? I didn't think you'd be one to be so philosophical." He wanted to get hot-headed. But that wasn't quite right—he only thought he would. He always had a bad temperament, a bad attitude, even. Antonio could agree with him on that.

And yet, it was almost as if he didn't have an angry bone in his body. Not here he didn't. Not when you were the one giving him the jabs.

You craned your head to the side thoughtfully. "I was wrong about you, Allen." He froze up. Nevertheless, he darted his wary eyes to your tender expression to watch you speak. In that space in time, the same thought occurred between you both. Why are you looking at me like that? Why he seemed so worried all of a sudden, and why—

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked with a shake of the head. "Don't." Your tender gaze was no more. It was replaced by dejection. "I'm not doing this with you, doll."

You scoffed at him, defeated. "Do what? I was just trying to say I'm proud of you, Allen. You've changed. You're not so much of a—"

Allen rose a brow. "—a bum?" He cut in. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart. I really am. But you were right about me all along." He took a long sip of whatever you ordered him. While you could only watch him do as he pleased, helplessly, he downed every last drop before slamming down the glass with a wince. "Once this is all over, I'm going back to who I used to be."

"And what's that?" You exasperated, eyes wide with grief. Before the heat blurring your vision could turn into tears, you blinked it away. "A criminal? You aren't a criminal, Al. You aren't the same as you used to be! Why the hell would I even be so close to you if you were? Use your brain, you idiot. You're just as stupid as Mathias, sometimes," His lips separated ajar at that. He was at a loss for words.

Out of all the things you could cry about, you were crying about him.

"Yeah, so my point exactly. He may be stupid, but at least he's got his shit together!" Allen sighed sharply. "And I'm probably just stupid like you said. There's nothing great about me."

Your face fell. His head was turned away, and he was showing a bitter glower. This was why he blew up? The feelings of inadequacy were always there, and it came back to haunt him like a ghost now that his sentence was drawing to an end. No wonder he was so closed off in the afternoon. He wanted to stop thinking about his own life. With you around, he was hard-working, playful, and sensitive.

But by himself, he was nothing. Without this community service, which was more of a getaway than anything, a ruse, even, he had nothing to try for. So he had everything to lose himself in. Drinking, partying, and getting handsy with random chicks, whatever it needed to feel alive.

"If there's nothing great about you, why am I here?" You began in a faint murmur. "I wanted to hang out with you, Al."

Allen hung his head. "Don't start with me. Don't do this to me."

Now, he wasn't exactly a poet, but what he really meant to say was this—don't give me hope. Don't make me try to be a better person. It was so much easier to stay where he was, here at the bottom of the world, all because he couldn't get any lower.

You shook your head stubbornly. "I do what I want. I pick my own friends. If I like you, then that's my business."

"Well, that's the problem, doll. I don't think you just like me." He admitted, fully expecting mortification on your end. Much to his surprise, your steely gaze on him remained unfaltering. Hell, it even looked like you were beckoning him to continue. "If I could, I'd snatch your pretty little ass away from that Danish douchebag the second I had the chance."

Okay, now that got your face lighting up. All until it looked like Christmas at the Vatican. The blush was setting in, and it seemed like you had your ears peeled for what was next. "Then why don't you? I'm right here." It was Allen's turn to get flustered, but the feeling was short-lived when he saw how you looked at him. There was untold sadness behind your eyes. Even tiredness. Dread.

He finally understood why you were so on board with him. Why you liked him so much, and why you wanted him to see himself the way you saw him.

"I can't keep doing this. With Mathias. One of these days, I'm gonna make a mistake I'll really regret." You urged, reaching out to squeeze his wrist. "I need you to help me get him out of my house. I can't think with him around." That was right. He'd been drawing you in again, just like every other time you had an argument and decided to shut him out. But this had to stop, at least for a little while.

"Promise me you'll do that before you leave."

Allen nodded, albeit reluctantly. He didn't know what you were planning, but at least it didn't exactly involve him. "Sure. But what's the plan after that, boss? You're not gonna bootycall me the second he goes, are you? I hope you don't."

You shot him a heated glare. "No, you dingus. I just need some time to think."

He closed his eyes contentedly. This conversation ended on a happier note than he expected. "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say." Allen laughed when you slapped his shoulder. He then opened his eyes to stare at you through his eyebrows. "But I'm still not taking it back. I'm a criminal, dollface. It's a mindset, not a state of being. I don't have money. I don't have shit. So one of these days, I could get desperate."

He leaned in forebodingly. "I could steal stuff. Rob a bank. Who the fuck knows. So keep that in mind when you do your thinking. I'm not good enough for you, babe. He is."

You were fuming through your nostrils at this point. Humoring him on his fragile self-esteem was one thing, but once it involved you, the line had to be drawn. Especially when he was talking about Mathias like the Mr. Right he very much wasn't. "Take that back." He turned away to ignore you. "Fuck you, Al. I thought you of all people would know how he can be. But I guess you're not done brooding about yourself."

Reaching out to your untouched glass, you gulped down the contents knowing damn well you couldn't handle your alcohol. You slammed it down when you were done, alerting Allen to spin your way. Well, I'll be damned, he thought. You had some attitude yourself. "You're a better person than you think you are. You're everything I could ask for in someone I could trust."

He couldn't believe it, but he was letting you get to him. Allen swore an oath he'd try everything he could to keep that asshat in check. It was the least he could do as a friend. That determination waxed and waned for a while, but it was finally coming back as he listened to you speak.

"You're everything he isn't."

That also begged the question—why did you hate the idea of getting back with Mathias so much? Besides his persistence, entitlement, and everything in between, something major must've gone down.

And Allen had a feeling he was about to find out what.

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years

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lost time (chapter five)

MASTERLIST

pairing: rafe cameron x oc

warning: cursing, underage drinking

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: bear with me on those title gifs/images there is not much out there lmao

CHAPTER FOUR

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She pressed a hand against his chest to keep just enough distance between the two of them, lowering her voice a bit. “That’s not why you stopped me.”

He leaned closer, raising his eyebrows. “Enlighten me, then.”

She stayed quiet, only able to think about his heartbeat racing underneath her touch. As he bent his head down, closer, she fisted her hand in his shirt, her voice low with a warning tone. “Rafe.”

“Sophie.” He murmured back, lips hovering inches away from hers.

Sophie made the first move, reaching up and curling a hand around the back of his neck as she pulled him into the kiss. He met her lips without hesitation, his hands instantly going to her waist. She leaned into his touch, up on her toes. “M’ so glad no one’s out here.” She breathed out, keeping one hand splayed against his chest.

Rafe tried to ignore how much that hurt, like he was some secret to be kept.

They kept kissing for a while, Sophie lazily toying with the ends of his hair. After a couple minutes, he started kissing along her jaw, sucking just enough at a spot on her neck to elicit a soft moan from her. “I wish I came as your date.” He murmured against her skin as he traced his thumb back and forth over her hip.

She froze at his confession, her head clouded without clear thought. “You’re drunk.” She mumbled back, hand falling from his neck.

“I’m not.” He argued, kissing her again.

She could taste the rum on his lips, betraying his words. “Well, I am.” She replied softly, hesitating again until he went in for another kiss. “And I’m still mad about your stupid death cup rule.”

He scoffed, softly, but sounded more amused than anything. “You can’t call house rules when it’s not your house.”

Sophie scowled and pressed her hand a little harder against his chest. “It’s more my house than yours. Can’t you just follow the rules?”

He chuckled, trailing his hand higher and ran his index finger lightly along her spine. “Do you ever stop arguing, Soph?”

She shivered at his touch, willing herself not to move closer. “Not with you.”

“Can we…?” He asked with a broad grin, tipping his head toward their houses, just a short walk away.

She laughed at the proposition, harshly. “I’m not hooking up with you, Cameron. I’ll be surprised if I remember this tomorrow.”

He faltered and the grin fell from his face right away as he dropped one of his hands from her waist. “Damn, tell me how you really feel.” He choked out a sore laugh, trying again to mask his bruised ego.

She stepped back out of his grip, pressing her fingers against her swollen lips in a feeble attempt to hide any evidence of what had just happened. “I’m going to go, tell Julia for me?”

“Wait, you’re just - that’s it?” He questioned, disappointment evident.

“Yes, that’s it.” She paused, reading his expression - and laughed, again. It sounded cruel to his ears. “You didn’t seriously think something was going to happen between us, did you?”

Rafe stiffened and ran a hand through his hair, his voice flat. “No. Of course I didn’t.”

She turned, going to leave. He caught her hand in his and she turned back for a moment, caught off guard by his gentle touch. “You can’t walk home alone, Sophie, it’s dark.”

She rolled her eyes and tugged her hand out of his grip. “It’s fine, it’s literally like five-ish minutes. There are people out walking home from the bars, it’s alright.”

Rafe frowned. “Sophie…”

“Go back to your date, Rafe.” She shook her head, walking off with her head held high.

Sophie woke up a few hours later to Allie and Julia peering over her as she was sprawled out on one of the couches in the sorority’s formal living room. “Soph, wake up, let’s go to our room.” Allie nudged her softly, tugging gently on her wrist.

“Huh?” She mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Julia laughed and helped pull her up. “Bedtime, Sophie. You gotta stop crashing on these couches, you’re gonna get in trouble. Did Rafe take you home?”

“What? No, I think I walked.” She replied, still half-asleep and still somewhat drunk.

“Oh. He left after you did, I figured he brought you back here.” Julia shrugged, the three of them walking up to their room.

Sophie just shook her head, trying to recall the rest of her night. “I dunno where he went. You’re not going to see him again, are you?”

“No, he was nice, but. Didn’t seem interested. In me, anyways.” Julia replied, sounding unaffected.

Allie held back a smile, knowing exactly what she was hinting at. “C’mon, Soph, let’s get ready for bed. You’re gonna hate me if you wake up in a halter top.”

Sophie nodded sleepily, following along. “Prob’ly right.”

The girls made their way upstairs and Sophie was coherent enough to change into pajamas, barely sitting up on the edge of her bed as Allie dragged a makeup wipe over her face. “He’s so fucking handsome. I hate it.” She slurred, allowing herself to feel the full effects of the alcohol with the two people she was comfortable around.

“Who is?” Julia asked, playing dumb. Allie shot her a warning look as Sophie flopped back onto the bed.

“You know who I’m talking about. I didn’t know he was such a good kisser.” Sophie mumbled, crawling under the covers.

“Wait, what?!” Julia practically shrieked and Allie immediately shushed her. She lowered her tone just slightly. “You two kissed? Finally!”

Sophie groaned at the loud noise, pulling a pillow over her face. She spoke again, muffled into the pillow. Allie raised an eyebrow at Julia as they whispered in hushed tones back and forth to each other.

“Did you know?”

“No I didn’t know! But it took them long enough!”

“She was drunk! She probably didn’t mean it!”

Sophie lifted her head again, annoyance lacing her tone. “I can hear you. Shh, I’m sleeping.” With that, the two girls took the bathroom to discuss the rest of the night in private.

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Rafe couldn’t get the thought of her out of his head all weekend.

Instead of meeting up with his friends at the bar that night like he had promised, he made a quick exit from the party, giving Julia a short apology then heading out the door. Sophie was right, there were quite a few people out making their way from the bars to house parties or wherever, but he used it as an excuse to follow her home from a distance. He felt a bit creepy, admittedly, but told himself he just happened to be going home to Delt, two houses away from where she lived at Theta. (Plus if he had heard something had happened to her, he would have never forgiven himself.)

He had never been more grateful for a lecture day in class on Monday. He could feel her gaze on him several times throughout class, wanting nothing more than to meet her eyes, but kept his head down as he scrawled notes into his notebook. At the end of class, he packed his things hurriedly, trying to rush out the door, but she was quicker and waited just outside the doors for him. “Rafe, hey!” She caught his arm as he was walking out, head down.

He slowed, stepping aside in the hallway with her and tried his best to play it cool. “What’s up?”

She smiled like nothing had ever happened between them. “I tried getting your attention all class, you were ignoring me. I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to sit together now?”

He shook his head and tugged down on the bill of his hat, backwards as always. “Oh. Didn’t know. I was just taking notes.”

She nodded, unfazed. “Right. I just wanted to be sure we were still on to meet tomorrow night? I think our first debate is soon, I don’t want to be unprepared.”

He grimaced, having completely forgotten. “Right, yeah. Is the library cool? Er, fine? I can reserve a room.”

Sophie waved her hand. “I already got us one. Second floor, I’ll see you at six.” She paused, giving him a once-over then a sheepish grin. “I meant to ask, did you have fun at the party with Julia? I honestly don’t remember much after the bus back to Theta.”

Rafe’s blood ran cold and he had to stop himself from openly gaping. True to her word, she hadn’t remembered. “Um. Yeah. She’s nice, but, uh, not really my type, you know.” He tripped over his words, glancing at her neck to see if there was any trace of the mark he had left, but it was either completely healed or well-covered.

“Oh.” Sophie nodded again, completely oblivious. “Okay then, I’ll see you later.” She left him standing there, shaking his head in disbelief.

The second he got back to Delt, he found Colin right away in their room, playing video games with James. “You can’t ask her out.” Rafe declared, standing right in front of the TV. They both ignored James’ protests and Colin pulled the headset down, confused.

“What?”

“You can’t ask her out.” Rafe repeated, arms crossed. His face was stony, jaw set.

Colin raised his eyebrows. “Why, did something happen? This why you’ve been a space case all weekend?”

Rafe grumbled something under his breath. “No, just - you can’t. She’s off-limits.”

James just rolled his eyes, reaching out and kicking his leg to get him out of the way of the TV. “You can’t claim a girl that doesn’t even want you in the first place, dumbass.”

Rafe groaned, grabbing his ankle and shoving his leg aside. “I’m serious, Colin. Delt code. And if you already asked her out, you have to tell her plans changed or something, don’t be a dick about it -”

“Chill, chill, I haven’t said a word to her.” Colin raised his hands in surrender.

Rafe exhaled, nodding slowly. “Right. Good. Carry on, then.” He missed Colin and James exchanging confused looks as he left the room with a huff.

If she was going to just pretend nothing ever happened and be nice, he could deal with that. They could be friends, Rafe told himself as he swiped his card at a local coffee shop in town before his meeting with Sophie that Tuesday night. He ignored the way his stomach twisted as he first caught sight of her alone in the study room in the library, a pencil tucked up and twisted into her hair.

“Here, Soph.” He slid into his seat across from her, pushing a cup of coffee across the table. She glanced up, ready to make a snarky remark about it being too late for caffeine, then paused as she saw the cup from Sweetwaters, her favorite coffee. Rafe pulled out his laptop, logging on, then glanced up at her. “What, something wrong? You like it with vanilla, right?”

She nodded quickly and brought it to her lips, then took a small sip and gave him a wry smile. “Yeah, um, just didn’t know you noticed. Thank you.”

“No biggie.” He waved it off, then pushed the laptop to her and started walking her through the argument he had prepared in advance. She was totally unfocused, distracted by running every single possible meaning of what his kind gesture could have meant. After a couple minutes, Rafe caught on. “And that’s exactly why I’m taking credit for all of the project. Right?”

Sophie nodded quickly, snapping out of it. “Right, yeah, totally. Um. Let me just read back over this real quick…”

He laughed and leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Were you listening?”

Never willing to admit her faults, she scowled at him. “Of course I was listening.”

He grinned. “Sure, Soph.”

“Why do you call me that?” She interrupted.

He shrugged. “I’ve called you that since high school, it’s nothing new.”

“But...my friends call me Soph. And only some of them.” She pointed out.

His lips quirked up into an amused smile. “You really think we’re not friends? Hit me where it hurts, Flint.”

She raised her eyebrows, confused, and pulled her hand back. “You hate me.”

He shook his head. “Not quite.” After a momentary pause, he pushed the laptop back to her. “See, like I was saying…”

Sophie nodded at his admission, trying to hide a smile as she took another sip of her coffee. The rest of the meeting was productive, and they were both quiet as they packed up their things an hour later. “Is your family coming in next weekend? For parent’s weekend?” She broke the silence, trying to make friendly conversation.

Every third weekend in October, Columbus was flooded with parents reliving their college days and buying their kids’ meals at fancy restaurants normally frequented by locals. All of Greek life had the same time of year reserved for parent’s weekend, and with Sophie’s parents as proud alumni and her older brother now a grad student at Ohio State, her family hadn’t missed one yet.

“Uh, no. My dad doesn’t really have time to come out with work and whatever, and.” He shrugged and preoccupied himself with zipping his backpack, head down. “You know.”

Sophie frowned, biting her lip. “Right, sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. Do you have plans, then?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head. “No, I’ll probably just head to the game alone. Don’t really want to crash my friend’s weekends, you know.”

“Come hang with me.”

He glanced up at her. “Isn’t your family coming in?”

Suddenly emboldened, Sophie sent him an earnest smile. “Yeah, but it’s basically just a frat reunion for my dad, it’s nothing special. Come to our tailgate, I’m sure they’d like to see you.” Her dad was a golf instructor at the country club back home. He had taught Rafe in private lessons all through high school, and always spoke fondly of him.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude…” He hedged, though he wanted nothing more than to accept the offer.

“You wouldn’t be. At least consider it?”

“I - yeah, I’ll think about it.” He settled.

She grinned, pulling her backpack over her shoulder. “Good. Thank you, again, for the coffee.”

“It’s no problem.” He allowed a smile, giving her a small wave as she left.

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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3 and 9 with dragon kiri

Monster Prompts #3NSFW. “Im going to breed you” & #9 “If it means ill save my people” with Dragon Kirishima

Warninhs dub con

Ruby Red Eyes

The village was dying; crops were not growing , money was scarce and people were sick. Something or someone tainted the quiet village . Was it in the water? A traveler ? No one knew. One thing was for sure though, someone had to ask the king for help.

The king only left his castle when absolutely necessary or when he just wanted to fly. If you did not live in the castle you'd think he was made up. But every now and then everyone would hear a low growl rumble down from the hill. The rumour was that he was immortal , but then again no one was around long enough to confirm it now were they? Nope.

The village gave you a basket to bring with you some fresh bread and fruit, the last they had. You had no idea if the king even liked these items but you took them along anyway .

••

Once you arrived the large door opened and you went in clutching the basket close to your chest. Dragon statues followed you down the long hall , the red rug you walked on stretched just enough to take you to the throne.

You saw him for the first time; large build with scales sticking out of his shoulders , his chest cut up with claw marks. His large red wings displayed proudly behind him , and a long thick tail draped over the throne. He waved at you with his tail.

“You must be from the village.” He asked sweetly.

You shivered and set the basket down by his feet , you talked with your head low. “It's not much for an offering but please my king. My village is dying, we think it's a plague.”

He leaned on his hand watching you, his tail brought him the basket and he looked inside to see the goods. He looked over the basket down at you with a raised eyebrow. His tail set the basket down next to you.

“Look at me.” Commanded the king.

Flinching you looked up to see him mildly annoyed. “If it is the plague , why would I eat food from there huh?”

You held the basket shaking . “I.. we have nothing else to offer my king…”

The king and his tail looked at each other for a minute then down at you. “Nothing? Are you.. sure about that?”

“I don't understand my king?”

“Take off your clothes.”

You jumped up stepping back and his tail grabbed your ankle. “My .. my king?!?”

His tail dragged you closer, up the first step. He looked up at you spreading his legs with a smile. “Nothing ? Nothing… at.. all..?”

You looked up and down maybe five times till it clicked in your head. Gently you set the basket down and fiddled with the cloth buttons on your gown. “If it.. means i'll save my people..” the gown fell down to your feet , you held your stomach shivering.

His eyes ate you up, delectable. “Perfect. Do i need to explain what comes next?”

“No.. my king.” You sat down on your knees between his spread legs feeling the heat coming off his midsection hit your face. Slowly you reached up unzipping his fancy pants, taking in a deep breath.

••

He never took his eyes off you . Not once . The look of utter embarrassment was too good to miss.watching you lick his thick length all messy like. You clearly had no idea what you were doing but he appreciated the effort.

He coached you through it when you were repeating yourself too much. Even got a chuckle out of him. “Yes, like that. Use your tongue more.” He told you in his sweet voice. “Touch me here, no don't squeeze, perfect. Those hands are so soft on my dick honey.” He teased . “Aren't you forgetting something?” He tapped your forehead and you looked up with a very red face. You watched him lift his cock up and you moved closer whimpering taking his tail with you. Leaning forward you licked at his balls as best you could and the king laid his head back smiling.

His tail had been working its way in you for a while now, trying to make that first time as painless as he possibly could. He had to tease you quite a bit before he could even get the tip in.

He had to do a lot of grinding on those folds to get you nice and slick for him, a lot of clit teasing and maybe 2 or 3 orgasms. Just for good measure.

His climax was building now, and you giving his balls kitten licks was not helping. “That's-enough” he said, pulling you off him and removing his tail. You stared up at him looking like a completely different person.

“My king..?”

“Sit on my dick, now.”

You scrambled up sliding all the way down on his cock. He dug his calloused hands into your hips and moved you up and down on his length.

••

Why did you come here again? Was it for a reason? Or were you scheduled to bounce on the king's cock? That basket looks familiar , where did it come from? Your eyes lazily went back to him and he looked up at you panting. He was all sweaty and had been biting on your shoulders. “Yes?” He asked, slamming you down on his cock.

You whimpered wrapping your arms around his neck humping him back. “Why am i h-he-here?”

He sat you down on his lap holding you in place. “You dont remember? “

Slowly your hips tried to move but he held you firmly in place. “N-no..”

He licked your face over to your ear nibbling it. “You wanted to save your village from the plague i placed on it.”

“ i-i did?”

“Yes honey. I do this every few years when I want a little dragon running around my castle. They never make it though. “

“Maybe.. cuzz.”

“Of the plague? Probably. But its so fun to have a little innocent lady come up to my throne and offer me food in exchange for health. But.” He started to slam you on his cock again. “This is more fun. I'm going to breed you, and you will have my child, and many .. many more.”

You kissed at his neck and shoulder, holding him tight. “ yes, my king.”

••

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nvvermore · 3 years

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Into You

Amaryllis delivers on the promise they made the last time they were alone with Julian

words: 1536

cw: blood/injury

NSFW: oral sex, deep throating, pain play, dirty talk, semi-public sex, cum swapping

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“It seems you aren’t afraid of danger,” Amaryllis taunts.

“Afraid of danger? Why, Amaryllis, I live for it,” Julian throws his arms out wide. “Positively enchanted by danger, I am.”

“Is that so? And pain doesn’t scare you either?” they ask, even though they’re more than certain they’ve guessed the correct answer by now.

“Why should it? In my line of work, you can't be afraid of a little pain. One might say I have… intimate knowledge of it.”

“’Intimate knowledge’, hmm?” Amaryllis places a hand on his waist and takes a step forward, pressing lightly at the wound. Julian swallows, and then grins at them.

“Oho. Are we dancing? What, er. What’s your position? Tango? Waltz?” They take another step, pressing fully at the wound now. “I’ve heard you dance an excellent polka-” The injury hardly seems lethal, and while Amaryllis is no healer, they can sense how the wound is slowly mending on it’s own. His pain level is indicated by the way Julian bites his lip and makes a muffled noise as his back hits the shoddy brick and Amaryllis crowds him against it.

His visible gray eye is clouded with desperation as he looks down at them. “S-so, not the waltz then. Pity, I've been known to cut a rug-“ Amaryllis presses down on the bite, the blood soaking through his shirt staining their fingertips, and he moans.

Oh, he likes the pain alright.

His fingers dig into their shoulder, gripping them like a lifeline as he starts to slide down the wall. “Amaryllis-“

“Ah ah, stay on your feet, Ilya.” It’s a risk, using his given name, what with the way it sent them into a fit of pain yesterday at the shop. “I have an idea, if you’ll hear it.”

“Anything for you,” he gasps out.

“Good boy,” they purr. “Remember yesterday, what I said I’d do to you next time?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“I should hope not.” If they were being honest, they hadn’t either. “Now, gloves off. I want to feel your hands in my hair.”

“I um, are you sure this is the best time, the guards-“ Amaryllis’s free hand trails down to palm at the visible hardness in his trousers.

“Then, you’d better stay quiet and come quickly.” Julian nods, and strips off his gloves and drops them onto the ground. “You remember the word I gave you?”

He nods again. “Yes, ‘hemlock’- I don’t mean it right now thou-“ The beginnings of his rambling is cut off by Amaryllis dropping to their knees before them. “Ohhhh...”

“I’m never the one who gets down on their knees,” Amaryllis’s hands remain exactly as they were, every so often applying pressure to both his side and his cock. “But, this gown is a lost cause anyways,” they lock their ruby gaze onto his flushed face, “and I can’t deny that you’re special.”

Then, Amaryllis leans forward and begins to undo the fastenings at his waist with their teeth. Above them Julian gasps, and they feel his hands hover above their head for a moment before— so gently— threading his long fingers into their crimson hair. As efficient as they are, it's only a moment until the sash at his waist drops to the ground and they’re untucking his blouse and pulling his cock from his pants. Normally, they’d prefer to tease him much more thoroughly, but this wasn’t the time. It could be the right place though, another time, when they weren’t running from guards.

“Oh, gods,” Julian breathes, and his grip in their hair tightens.

“Remember, be quiet, lest the guards catch us,” they whisper, and he nods, expression shifting into something even more debauched. “Oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Unbeknownst to him, Amaryllis casts a simple silencing spell over the two of them. Certainly they don’t expect him to be capable of actually staying quiet without anything in his mouth to keep him that way.

With one hand, Amaryllis begins to stroke him, teasingly slow and wine-colored lips teasingly close.

“Getting caught with your cock in my mouth, I’m sure it would be quite the surprise.” Their thumb passes over his slit, and Julian is already failing at keeping quiet. “I’m sure some of them would love to stop and watch.” Amaryllis ghosts their lips ghost down his shaft. “And I bet some would even want to join in.” In an instant they go from slow and teasing, to swiftly running the flat of their tongue up the underside of his cock, swirling it around the head. Julian groans, only slightly muffled by how hard he’s biting his lip.

“If you’d let them, perhaps they could be persuaded to spare you. You could switch places with me, get on your knees, hm?” Julian looks as though he’s going to offer some sort of response, but he’s cut off by Amaryllis taking him into their mouth. Instead, he can only cry out, pulling a hand from their hair to cover his mouth with. They hum, before pulling off with a ‘pop’. “Did I say you could take your hands off of me?”

“Ah, no, I- I’m sorry.” he stammers out, replacing his hand. As punishment— albeit not a very good one— they press down hard on his side. This time, he bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Amaryllis wraps their spit-slick lips around him again, looking up at him through their long lashes with cheeks hallowed. In one swift movement, they take him fully, the tip brushing their throat, and Julian let out a string of swears above them. He avoids looking in their eyes, and when they swallow around him, he pulls on their hair and they moan at the feeling, setting him off over and over again.

They pull off of him, leaving behind messy smears of lipstick. “Already so close? After only a few minutes? Perhaps I should draw this out some more.”

Julian finally looks down at them, growing even more flushed at the sight of Amaryllis mouthing at his cock so casually. “No, I- please, you feel so good,” he pleads.

“Hmmm…” Amaryllis hums with their lips on him. Lazily, they swirl their tongue around him, shallowly taking him in and only giving him a few short bobs of their head. Just when he seems like he’s least expecting it, they suddenly sink down on him until their nose brushes against the neat auburn curls at his base.

“Ahh, you’re so good, your mouth is so perfect-“ Not that Julian would know, but his words flip something of a switch for Amaryllis. They start to suck him off in earnest, all while putting more and more pressure on his side. His knees seem to threaten to buckle, and thank the gods they had the foresight to cast that silencing spell, because he also forgets any attempt to stay quiet. More praises and moans fall from his lips, and they do well to encourage Amaryllis, and they wrap their other hand around him to pump in tandem with the slick drag of their mouth.

And it isn’t much longer at all until he comes, his cry even louder and more wanton than he’d sounded yesterday. Amaryllis is careful not to waste or swallow a single drop of his cum, pleased to savor the bitter taste. Julian’s chest is still heaving, dazed and out of breath as they rise to their feet and wrap their arms around him.

When he opens his eye, Amaryllis opens their mouth, tongue lolling out carefully to show off. Julian seems to read their mind then, and before they can kiss him, as planned, instead he crashes his lips against theirs. He wastes no time in slipping his tongue past their lips to chase a taste of himself in their mouth. They exchange sloppy kisses until all his cum is swallowed by one of them.

“It’s a little embarrassing,” Julian says between pecks to their lips, “this is the second time you’ve, um, brought me to finish so quickly, I promise I’m not always like this.”

“Oh even if you were, I like it.”

Just like during yesterday’s afterglow, their kisses gradually turn from heated to leisurely, Julian boneless against them. Amaryllis runs their fingers over the spot at his side, relieved to find no sign of the previous wound.

Amaryllis would be content to stay here longer, see what other trouble they could get up to together. But of course, it isn't much longer until armored footfalls are heard from the street right outside the garden.

“Well, time to go,” Amaryllis whispers against his lips.

“But what about me getting on my knees?” Julian jokes, though they’re certain he really would enjoy such a thing. Maybe, after they solved all his problems, they could arrange for such a scene. Amaryllis rolls their eyes at him as they refasten his belts and collect his gloves.

“I want you on your knees before me,”

“Oh, oh… That’s a much better idea than-“ he clears his throat. “Come, I know a place we can lay low for a while.”

They take his offered hand. “Lead the way, Ilya.”

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eternalstrigoii · 4 years

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Flowery Language

Borra (Maleficent: Mistress of Evil) x Desert Warrior Dark Fey Reader

After a point, peace talks became little more than a formality.

John and Philip fussed with the treaty’s wording while Aurora listened, as it was not her first declaration of peace between the kingdoms and its peoples. While you recognized the importance of brevity, clarity (and wit), you were bored out of your skull. (It was different when they spent hours fussing to ensure no one could break peace because of loose language – when they genuinely entered talks about phrasing based solely upon the conjunction, you stared at the walls and wondered if living in exile had not been such a terrible fate.)

The dread former queen’s cat, Arabella, circled lazily between your legs, rubbing on you and Borra because you were the only fools left over when talks descended into this. Had you not loved him, he would’ve been entirely on his own.

Had he not loved you, he wouldn’t have allowed his attention to lapse.

You were trying to set the tasteless tapestries on fire with your eyes when the first little tendril of unnaturally-behaving peony stem brushed your ankle. You thought it was the cat and lightly toed at it, discouraging her from bothering you while you glowered. Was iron as painful as listening to this conversation? You almost wished they’d left a handful of bullets lying around for you to play with.

A flicker of mischief passed over Borra’s lips. Aurora frowned as she mentally backtracked through Philip and John’s discussion – what had they said that warranted so knowing a look?

The advancing flowers lashed around your ankle, the quick snap of their woody stem nearly enough to make you startle. Your eyes flickered to him, and you raised your brows as though wholly unamused.

Leaves bloomed against your skin. Vines that should not have been vines continued to climb up your leg like a trellis. Right now? you asked with your eyes.

His glinted. He knew you – boredom made you impulsive. You were a restless creature by nature; you favored action over talk as much as he did, if not more. You did not have to be reminded that your shared place at their table ensured the safety of your people both fey and moor-folk, and you did not expect him to apologize for the benign stupidity of ornamental leadership.

Though he made it quite clear he intended to repay you for your patience.

It was an exercise in self-restraint not to shift when those woody stems crept over your hip and brushed over your inner thigh. They were no replacement for his fingers, but their light caress was enough to soften your glare at the walls. They should redo those murals, at least.

A blooming leaf caressed your bundled nerves, fluttered lightly as if caught by the wind. Your eyelids half-lowered, and you made a show of rubbing them as though you were well and thoroughly frustrated already.

Thank skies your human companions did not have senses anywhere near as keen as his.

He did it again. Lighter and sweeter than he would’ve with his fingers, but it was a caress all the same. The lingering hostility in your thoughts went temporarily forgotten.

You spread your legs on the chair-seat. Hooked your bare feet around the legs and pressed into the caress of a slowly advancing tendril. Agonizingly slow; he had to give you something else to focus on, though the sight of your darkening eyes and the instinctive weight-shift of your hips did little but offer him plenty in return.

You made a beautiful sight, spread just for him. If you could keep your wings from giving you away, he might even move closer to converse with you when you were ready to finish.

Your eyes lifted. The molten heat in them made him set his teeth to bite back a low purr. Such a good girl, keeping your pleasure to yourself.

He let you watch the motion of his fingers. The leaf and the tendril did what he asked them to: curled around your bundled nerves, stroking, flicking, before parting you along your seam and making you strangle a half-animal whine as it rose to your lips. You could not even squirm against him and that was wildly unfair.

The little sound you did make tensed his stomach like you’d been caressing him with your talons and let them fall away. He thought, faintly, about how lovely you would look when you could squirm for him – panting, keening, your pretty legs still spread and his fingers tracing the air instead of you while he let those plants tease you. You should do this again in the privacy of the forest; he had the urge to press kisses to your bud until your voice was rough and pleading.

Since when did you get off on tormenting each other? Since you had the time, perhaps. Peace was to be maintained long-term, which gave him the opportunity to slow down all those sweet things he’d learned from bedding you. Kiss where you enjoyed being kissed; leave bruise-darkened love bites on the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Maybe you could enjoy the lash of those little branches under different circumstances.

You gripped handfuls of your trousers in place of handfuls of him. A budding flower bloomed against you, velvet-soft petals nestled against your skin. Oh, Great Skies Above. He shouldn’t have thought about how it would feel to trace it back and forth, trail those petals over your flesh like feathers. You wanted, desperately, to squirm, press forward, beg for more.

You grit your teeth and stared at the wall again. No one had better ask you what you were looking at, the whole of your attention was focused on not grinding that flower into oblivion.

Which amused him to no end, even as he shifted his wandering hand to make sure the low-hanging waistband of his hide trousers kept all but the scent of his desire from you.

Your silent exchanges had not gone unnoticed, though their context most assuredly was. No one on the other side of the table knew that the plant at the nearest corner of the balcony had grown across the floor from a singular point so that the small handful of palace staff flitting in and out of the room would remain unaware that it had. Philip frowned at your shared tension, dropped his eyes back to the document, and re-read the sentence quietly to himself in a handful of different tones.

“Oh skies,” you whispered, taking a moment to deliberately run your hands through your hair. Yes, right there. The press of pliant stem was nowhere near as satisfying as his fingers, but it was nearly enough to make you arch.

“I’m sorry,” Philip repeated. “We need to make sure no one can deliberately misinterpret the text.”

The light stroking slowed. Began to retreat. The horrible tease. Oh, you are going to claw new cracks in his back when this is over.

“We know,” Borra replied.

Your fingers curled in your hair. Another shoot emerged, grew into a whip-thin tendril and crept up the leg of his chair. You kept your mischief entirely to yourself until it was long enough to caress over his thigh and wrap around him through his trousers at the same time.

It was his turn to strangle a hiss, and he failed miserably at it.

“Bella,” Philip whispered rather sharply. The cat was lounging under the table’s middle, well out of range. She wasn’t stupid enough to get wrapped up in your shenanigans.

“Let her be,” Borra’s voice was audibly rougher. “She’s just playing.”

Aurora did not understand quite how she knew what you were up to, or how you were accomplishing it, but you weren’t making any snide quips and Borra no longer watched the three of them like a hawk, so she knew you must’ve been up to something. Make love not war, I suppose.

“If she’s bothering you—”

“It’s just a kitten, Philip,” you replied with much too much satisfaction in your tone; Borra flicked the retreating stem against your bundled nerves and the suddenness of it killed whatever reassurance you meant to tack on at the end. The unfinished sentence hung over the table like a pendulum.

Strange as it was, Aurora was your greatest ally. Her time spent handling affairs alone in Perceforest was adequate motivation to learn how to operate as a team in Ulstead – and to not blame you for indulging yourselves during extended periods of mundane ho-hum. She called them back to an issue she really had taken with phrasing of the line that came before, and you cast a sidelong glance to the man you loved. She knows.

His eyes were melted honey. That little lash’s slow undulating was not enough – he wanted your hands, your mouth, your welcoming, wet heat. If you could just slip away to the balcony together for a moment…

You teased him with a soft little squeeze. Even if he didn’t slip that tendril back inside of you, it lingered along your parted seam so you might take some pleasant friction from rubbing against it – you just had to be careful to keep your wings from giving you away.

You intentionally deprived him of the same. You, too, were consumed with thoughts of lowering his trousers to caress him while you kissed against the sun-warmed stone outside. How hungrily he would run his hands over you, how easily your bodies would join after you were both so well-teased. He would rut you hard, right there where anyone could see. Would he quiet you with his mouth, or would he watch you struggle not to cry out? You could imagine the hunger in his eyes. Nearly feel the collision of your hips. He would growl quietly, just for you, let it dissolve into a quiet, breathless moan…

You dropped your foot from around the chair-leg and pinned the woody stems to the floor, abruptly pulling them away. The sound of it did not go unnoticed, though your companions’ attention only fixated when you stood as calmly as you could while maneuvering the rest of the withering vine out of your pant leg.

For a moment, you genuinely intended to preface your departure. But you had no good excuses, so you drew back to push in your chair (to tug the spindly limbs right off your calf), and you walked out.

Your stem slackened only once you’d already left.

“Was it something I said?” John asked, genuinely bewildered.

“Maybe we should take a break,” Aurora offered, averting her gaze when it landed upon Borra as he stood. She had no intention of finding out just how far you’d gotten with only a table for privacy. “It must be difficult to sit still for so long when you’re not used to it.”

She handed the both of you a gilded excuse, and Borra’s only acknowledgement of it was a low, animal sound that definitely meant what she thought it did.

The balcony wrapped around half of the palace like a second courtyard, leaving plenty of room for the both of you to find an adequate crevice to sneak off to as you used to in the nest’s high peaks. You hadn’t gone far; you perched upon the stone ledge to wait for him the moment you heard the brush of his pinfeathers against the smooth floors.

He’d only meant to tempt you, but like a hunt initiated for its thrill, that urge was not far from the instinct to sate the hunger sharpening your gaze. His wings perked and flared in display, as though your fingers didn’t trace the leather strap across his chest the moment he drew near enough.

He made a low, hot sound of pleasure. Nudged your hips to the very edge. You growled against his mouth in praise.

“Did I please you?” He undid the waistband of your trousers.

You let them drop. Ran your fingers along the folded waist of his. “Take these off and find out.”

He did not hesitate, and, for that, you decided your gentle stroking had teased him enough. Your wings fanned along the white stone; you meant to climb him like a tree, but the support of his arms beat you to it. He joined with you in one swift, smooth advance.

You brought him closer with your legs, ran your talons down his back.

His bit into your hips. Thank skies for practicality; you couldn’t allow it to last any longer than it naturally would, thanks to your human allies, so you pressed him closer, clung to him with your knees. He rocked to the hilt inside of you to wind the tightness in your belly as taut as it could get, kissed you like it would be too long before you could touch one another again – the way you imagined he’d planned to kiss you before the circumstances around your not-conquest changed.

“More,” you whisper-gasped. “I need you. I need you, please.”

He gave you a half-strangled growl in warning, as though you couldn’t feel him twitch. So close. You dragged your talons down the stone; you didn’t care if it rent trenches in the smooth façade, you were so close.

Then you were there, and the sudden throb and quiver of your inner muscles brought him along with you, and every blank space on the climbing branches that ensnared the courtyard-facing half of Ulstead’s palace suddenly contained new flowers. It did not matter what they were – with every shared, summer-hot breath that passed your lips between kisses, more and more of them unfurled.

His love for you, and yours for him, was the strongest power that did not hail from the phoenix herself.

You laughed breathlessly against his lips. Tangled your fingers in his hair. Your afterglow felt warmer than the sun on your spread wings and you tipped your head back to bask in it, knowing all too well that you invited him to kiss along your bared throat.

A moment before the flowers bloomed, Prince Philip put his hand upon his wife’s and excused himself from the still-silent table. His human senses were nowhere near as keen as yours, but his wife was not the fool most believed her to be. Of all the royal perils that could befall her husband, she did not want to add knocked off a balcony because he intruded to the list.

“Philip,” she tried, rising to follow him.

“Just a moment,” he pressed, and was out onto the connected balcony before she could stop him.

Aurora sunk back in her seat and contemplated resting her face in her hands until the secondhand embarrassment passed.

Borra’s wings were a bit more broad than yours, though, and your legs around his waist kept his pants from going far. The flowers bloomed as the young prince followed the outdoor passage, and, at first, he thought the mild flare of your mate’s wings might’ve been for privacy.

Then he saw your legs, and the close proximity of your horns, and the claw marks that punctuated the white stone, and the young prince had the sense to turn around and leave before he saw anything else.

He lingered just beyond the door for a moment, waiting to make eye contact with his wife. His face hid nothing of the range of emotions he’d gone through: awkwardness mingled with amusement, tinged with mild disbelief, all dressed in the finery of poorly-contained embarrassment.

She tried not to laugh, holding his eyes only to deliberately look away as her smile grew. I told you not to.

“Well?” John asked as if the expression on his son’s face did not say plenty.

Philip made a noncommittal sound and a quick retreat to his chair. Perhaps if he stared pointedly at the treaty for a while, he could soothe the pinking of his cheeks. “Where were we?”

John pressed for an answer only once before the both of you returned, a bit more ruffled than you’d left but otherwise unchanged. The flowers along the floor had fully retreated to their place around the balcony’s ledge, and you fluffed your wings before you sat despite the temptation that offered Arabella.

“Come here, kitty-kitty.” You patted your leg.

The awful little thing jumped up into the chair next to Aurora and folded herself up there, her wary little hackles bristled.

You quirked your head, suit yourself, and stretched your legs out in front of you. The whole of your body was pleasantly warm and well relaxed, and you took Borra’s hand on top of the table when he settled beside you. “Go ahead, John. Conjunctions are a riveting conversation starter.”

“I’ll say,” Philip muttered.

Your glinting eyes flickered to your mate. I’ve underestimated either their senses or their observation skills.

He spread his wings comfortably over the arms of his chair and gave the blushing young queen a wild grin. “Only the fun ones.”

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nojaemblog · 4 years

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A little bit of love/Lee Donghyuck/Haechan

Warnings: insecurity, self-hate, cliché, smut, oral (receiving), fingering, basically just soft morning sex

Genre: mature

Requested: yes

Summary: You have been feeling down lately, you viewed yourself as a disappointment, but your lovely boyfriend was there for you to make it all better.

Notes: The beginning is sad, but it becomes fluffy. And the ending is just straight out smut (my first ever written smut, so please tell me your opinion about it and please be nice to me since this is my first time writing something like this). You can skip the ending if you feel uncomfortable reading smut.

Word count: 3.2k

You sobbed into your knees, trying your best to keep quiet. You felt like a disappointment. Not only to yourself but to Hyuck.

He’d done so many great things not only for himself but for you. For his friends. For his and your family. Hell, he always manages to spend time with you, no matter how busy his schedule is. If he wasn’t the definition of perfection, then you didn’t know who would fill that spot.

Point being, you felt awful. You’d just been sitting in your shared bedroom for some time watching Netflix and napping, and then it hit you. You’d been sitting there the whole day, while your boyfriend was probably working his ass off. He probably needed your help, but was too afraid to ask for it. You didn't know his side of the story. He might seem all right all the time, but that didn't mean he was not facing hardships too.

Yet you still sat there, and only began to think more.

Your heart felt heavy like there was a hole in your chest. You’d been crying for an hour, and didn’t show signs of stopping. You started over and over again the same vicious cycle: cry your eyes out, think that there is nothing to worry about, stop crying, remember why you were crying in the first place and repeat. Without your boyfriend, what would you be? Yes, you study a lot and yes, you are working your ass off too. But would you be able to live by yourself without his help? If you wouldn't have dated him, would anybody else have been interested in you? You’d be nobody. A dumb, worthless-

“Babe?” a soft voice interrupted your thoughts. Oh. He had come home. You let out a quiet hum to alert him that you are home. He came to your bedroom and sat softly next to you. His warm palm was slowly caressing your back. You didn’t bother to look up at him, he’d only become worried if he saw your swollen eyes. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He spoke again, so soft as if he was scared to make you uncomfortable in any way.

You simply couldn't let any words come out of your mouth, so you just sat silently. What were you supposed to tell him? You didn’t want him to worry about you. Maybe you could just tell him an excuse, maybe- A soft kiss to your exposed neck snapped you out of your thoughts before he wrapped his arms around you. You heard Netflix start up again, but the volume was so low it practically became just background noise. Donghyuck knew you would need time before you talked to him. He knew you better than anyone. But he wasn’t going to leave alone. Never. And that’s one of the millions of reasons you loved him.

Sighing, you leaned back against his embrace, his chest firmly pressing your back... You stared at the TV screen for a bit, ever so often turning your head to steal glances at your boyfriend. His eyes were closed, but you could tell that he didn't fall asleep.

A thought crossed your mind for what felt the hundredth time today, "Am I a disappointment?” Haechan's eyes grew so big, you thought they were going to pop out. And that's when you knew that you have spoken your thoughts out loud.

”What? Of course, you're not, baby” he frowned, before running his hands up and down your arms. You sat silently for a minute, then spoke again.

” It’s just...you’re a great guy. And I’m-“

“W-wait, Are you going to break up with me? I-I mean it’s totally okay if you want to, I love you so much, I just-“

Was he serious? How could you be the one breaking up with him? “What? No, Hyuck.” You turned around, now facing him with your whole body

”I could never do that to you.” You whispered, before giving him a quick peck on his soft lips.

He nodded shyly, his face turning red,” Right, right. I knew that, sorry.” You laughed before you remember what you intended to tell him in the first place, you spoke once more.

”What I meant is that you’re a great guy. The greatest actually! You always take care of me… You are there for me whenever I need you… Whenever I’m having trouble with anything, you always jump into action to help me however you can. Hell, you even know me better than I know myself!” You smiled.

“Err-not entirely. If I am being honest, you do a much better job of taking care of the ones around you. You make me so happy, baby. Believe me. I don’t know how you do it. Honestly, I might be one of the most annoying people I have ever met.” He laughed, trying to cheer you up. “Oh, I agree one hundred percent! You are really annoying”, you chuckled and he gently poked you “My point is, you’ve done so many amazing things for me. And for everyone around you... You have a successful career, a bunch of loving friends, you have traveled around the world... And what have I done? Nothing.” You sighed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” He tilted his head. You shook your head, frowning.

“Baby, are you serious? Not every strikingly handsome boy out there gets to come home to an even more strikingly beautiful girlfriend, y’know... I feel so blessed by your simple presence every single day. I am grateful for all that I have, but what I treasure the most is you.”

You blushed, smiling at your boyfriend ”There’s no actual way I’m more striking than ‘Mr. viewer rating of 37.5%”, you attempted to joke.

He shook his head,”There is a way, baby...” he sighed, bringing one hand up to gently cup your cheek, ”...You make me the happiest man alive. Did you know that? Probably even after I die I’ll be extremely happy for meeting you in my life” You felt yourself blush even more, yet had no words to say. You could only stare back at him and smile.

“Without you, I’d be a train wreck right now. Dealing with long practice sessions, stressful schedules, and crazy fans, it puts me in such a bad mood. But when I come home? All my worries wash away. I have my very own cuddle buddy~“ he smiled, before wrapping his arms around you tightly,”—who makes me feel as happy as I could be.”

You pulled backward, smiling ”...I guess. I just feel like you’ve done way more than me.” He sighed, before bringing his face closer to yours. “Baby, it’s not about who does more, what you do for me is more than enough” He spoke softly, before giving you a warm, soft kiss.

You could only kiss back and wrap your arms around him. It was impossible for you to ever say no to one of his kisses. This is why you loved him so much. Sure, he was a dork, a really annoying, overly excited, bubbly dork. But he was your dork, and yours only. He made you happy, and there was nothing more you could’ve asked for.

You ran one hand through his hair, gently tugging on his soft brown locks, gentle moans escaping his mouth into yours. You were the one to pull back, your eyes scanning his face.

“Thanks, choco ball” you smiled at him.

“I-I told you to stop calling me that...There are hundreds of other ways you could call me” he whined.

“But it’s so cute! And it fits you, too. You’re just as sweet as the candy” you smiled.

His face flushed a beautiful shade of pink,”What a charmer” he laughed. “Only for you.” You smiled.

“I know.”

He wrapped his arms around you once again and pulled you under the covers with him. Laying against his chest was really comfortable while watching Netflix, well you couldn’t really pay attention to the movie playing, since you found Haechan’s heartbeats more entertaining.

You two lay there for a while, both of you trying to pay attention to the TV screen, Hyuck’s fingers running through your hair, and your hands wrapped around his torso.

“Hyuck?” You whispered, half asleep. It took him a moment to answer, meaning he was close to falling asleep too. “Yeah?” He whispered. “...I love you,” “I love you too, baby...” Those words, and his fingers gently running through your hair were all you remembered before dozing off into a deep sleep.

The next morning

It’s not the kisses that woke you up in the morning, or the gentle patter of rain against the large windows of your bedroom. It’s the memories of all the mornings you spent with your boyfriend. The late mornings spent lazily in bed with your lover. The quiet giggles and soft kisses exchanged in the morning glow. The kisses from your boyfriend are becoming more and more persistent. And with them come soft-soft touches.

A brush of fingertips against the base of your spine, lingering kisses along your shoulder. They’re slow displays of affection, and also-impatience . Haechan’s awake, and he knows you are too.

You indulge him, rolling onto your back to face him, and are greeted with a kiss that pulls the last remaining traces of sleep from your body. “Good morning,” you whisper. A small smile spreads across his lips. “Morning, babe.” He leans in, soft lips meeting yours again briefly. These are the moments you love the most, stolen kisses and sleepy smiles. “Today we’re going on a date” he whispers, pulling away. “Really? I don’t remember scheduling any dates today”, you looked at him smiling. “I texted you before arriving home yesterday. What would you do without me reminding you of all of our dates?” he kisses you again.

This time his lips part yours, and his hand comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your head as he deepens the kiss. You wrap your fingers in his hoodie, pulling him on top of you. His brown locks tickle your cheek, and you laugh quietly, tucking the strands behind his ears.

Haechan leans his forehead against yours, soft chuckles falling from his lips. “I miss this,” you break the short silence. “Spending the mornings with you,” you clarify upon his confused look. His fingers rub your hips. “I know what you mean... The past week I’ve been leaving for practice before you woke up. I’m sorry, babe” He looked at you. “Don’t get me wrong, I know you don’t leave without a reason. But I still miss you...” you play with the hem of his hoodie “But this is definitely my favorite way of waking up” Donghyuck grins widely. “Mine too,” he says quietly, and the loving look is back once again.

You initiate the kiss, lifting your head until your lips are pressed lightly against his own. He makes a small noise of contentment, nudging your nose slightly with his own as he pressed you down into the mattress. His hands skim your sides, fingers twisting the material of the top you wore to bed.

You sigh against his lips as his actions raise goosebumps along your skin. His lips travel across your jaw and down your throat, leaving sloppy kisses. He takes your shirt off in a swift motion, throwing it away far from you two. He teases your nipple with his teeth. You suck in a deep breath, tangling your fingers into his messy hair.

He’s always known exactly what to do to get you turned on in an instant. Even if you haven’t been together for that long, a single touch from him can ignite a fire deep inside of you. And you really hope this feeling lasts forever. Haechan starts trailing kisses down your stomach. His hands roam your body, grabbing and caressing every curve. You moan as his fingers find the waistband of your panties, tugging them down ever-so-slightly so his lips can brush against your hip bone.

His kisses to your inner thighs are a bit rougher. His teeth nip the skin in a hurting yet enjoyable manner. The pain and pleasure of it all make you dizzy, and your hands grip his shoulders.

You’re hardly aware of him removing your panties, or the low growl in his chest when he sees your folds, dripping with your arousal. You’re only painfully aware that this is not enough, that you want him, need him, in every way possible. “ Hyuck” His name is a whine on your lips.

“Please”.He makes another mark on your thigh, closer to your aching core, and this time his name comes out of your mouth in a needy whimper.

“Don’t ever doubt yourself, baby” Haechan mumbled, dragging his lips closer and closer to where you need him the most.

Even if you noticed his sweet remark from your last talk, you know he is still his annoying self. He’s teasing you. You can almost feel the smirk on his lips, see the playful glint in his eyes. His mouth brushes against your folds, and you jump, the small touch sending a thousand volts of electricity through your body.

He smiles, pulling you closer to him, throwing your leg over his shoulders. You’re squirming now, hips bucking upwards hoping for a fleeting touch of his lips on you. The sight of you like this makes him lick his lips; he’s always loved when you were so desperate for him.

He flicks the tip of his tongue against you experimentally, getting only the faintest taste of your sweetness. It’s not enough, he decides, licking a broad stripe up your folds. You moan, loud and reedy, thighs closing around his head. “Shh,” he shushes teasingly, but how foolish of him to actually think you could stay quiet with his head buried between your legs. “Don’t want the neighbors complaining, now do we?”

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip so harshly, you might have worried about drawing blood if you were in your right mind. Donghyuck parts your folds with his fingers, and presses his lips there in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. Your hips buck up against his lips instinctively, searching for the sensation again. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait long, as his lips are on you once again making obscene noises as he drinks up all you have to offer.

You’re a moaning mess, one hand over your mouth muffling your cries, the other tangled in Hyuck’s hair, tugging him almost impossibly closer. He places a hand on your heaving breast, massaging the soft skin, his thumb brushing over your nipple. Your breath hitches when he pinches it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

Your orgasm is swiftly approaching. Haechan can tell from your fast breathing, and how desperately you’re grinding your cunt onto his chin. Your thighs, tense and shaking, tighten around his head. His name is now a soft, repetitive plea. He sucks your clit harshly- a mix of teeth and tongue culminating in a gentle assault on the already throbbing bundle of nerves. It almost makes you scream, forgetting about your nosy neighbors, and you would have, if your orgasm hadn’t shocked you into silence.

Your back arches as the waves of pleasure hit you, mouth opening in a silent scream. Hyuck’s tongue continues to lash against you throughout your orgasm. It’s too much, the sensation of falling over the edge, coupled with Harechan’s relentless thoroughness. You fall limp against the mattress, air rushing into your lungs with a gasp. You somehow find the strength to pull your boyfriend from the hallowed space between your thighs.

He comes away with a pop. A final reminder of just the effect he had on your body. You taste yourself on his tongue when he kisses you. It’s raw and tangy, filling up your senses one by one, and you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on.

You’re impatient again, hungry for him to fill you up. He can feel it in the way you yank at the bottom of his hoodie, uncoordinated tugs in an attempt to get it over his head. He breaks the kiss and pulls the intruding fabric over his head. He tugs his boxers off, kicking them off of his legs.

He’s as needy as you are.

Both of you moan as he fills you in a slow thrust. A low moan of satisfaction as he sheaths himself in your warmth. His head falls against your chest, breath coming out hot and embarrassingly shallow against your breast.

“Fuck,” Haechan mumbles, fingers tightening on your hips in a death grip. You hold him against you, the heels of your feet digging into the back of his thighs. You want him as deep as he can possibly get, until you can’t remember where you end and he begins.

Hyuck moves, a slow rhythm at first, that picks up in speed and roughness as he absolutely loses himself inside of you. His lips are all over you, searching for soft patches of skin.

Your nails drag against his back, leaving red lines. Haechan loves them, wishing you could mark him up the way he does to you. The scratching has the desired effect, he thrusts into you harder. The bed squeaks loudly, the headboard hits the wall, you’re both too pent up to care about any complaints that might come from your neighbors.

It’s fast, quicker than either of you would have liked. But hot, so genuinely hot that the steaminess almost makes up for the speed. He catches your lips in a messy kiss as he plunges into you again and again. You can tell from the sloppiness that he’s close, and you’re not far behind. Your lips travel along his jaw, looking for the one spot by his ear that always makes him unravel. He tenses as you find it, and curses in your ear. You know every one of his weak spots.

His hips stutter, as he fills you with deep thrusts. A cracked whisper of your name is all the warning he gives before flying over the edge, and dragging you down with him.

“Hyuck” you whisper, and it’s all over in a shudder. You have him in a strong grip, legs tangled in his own, arms still secure around his shoulders. He’s still rocking against you shallowly as you milk him till the last drop. He falls against you, arms catching himself before his body weight can crush you. “Oh my God, babe” he whispers in your ear, completely blissed out. “I love you” he says right after.

You smile, fingertips dancing along his shoulder. “I love you too” There’s an unspoken agreement to bask in the stillness of the morning together. Though it doesn’t last long, for soon the quiet morning is broken by the growling of his stomach.

“Someone’s hungry” Haechan chuckles lifting himself off of you and searching for his hoodie. “I thought I was enough of a meal for you”, you laugh. “Sweets make me hungry, and you were really sweet, baby. You should get ready, we are eating out”, he winked at you.

You couldn’t believe how much you loved your boyfriends, he made you feel so appreciated, so loved. It was impossible for you to doubt his love.

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imma-new-soul · 4 years

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Friend to the Bride

Summary: When your friend Natasha is finally getting married she introduces you to everyone whose going to be a part of the wedding. When she introduces you to her friend Bucky things get a bit interesting

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Steve, Wanda, Scott, Sam, Thor, Shuri, Hope, Pepper, Tony (platonic)

Warning: probably spelling error cause I didnt proof read

Words: 3k (oops sorry not sorry)

It was nearly 6:30am and your plans to sleep in for once was interrupted by an annoying knock on the door. You grabbed the pillow from under you covering your face trying to block out the sound of the knocking but it just became louder and more frequent. Throwing the sheet that covered your body off and aside you placing your feet into the slippers you had kicked off before hopping into bed last night.

Shuffling lazily through the living room you arrived at the door. Whoever was at the door was very persistent in their attempt to get you out of bed. Swinging the door open you were greeted by a way to energetic, Way to a wake Natasha Rominoff. Although she was your bestfriend you wanted to kill her for taking the only day you could get some well needed rest away from you.

“I called like a million times what were doing?” She said shaking her phone in your face

“ I was trying to sleep in like a normal person does on their day off, only psychos like you are up this early Nat” you say walking to the kitchen to start to make a fresh pot of coffee. Natasha grabs the pot from your hand and places it on the counter behind her.

“Get ready we’re going dress shopping, we can pick up some coffee on the way over” she says pushing you towards your room.

About 4 months ago Steve finally asked Natasha to marry him and it was about time they were dating for 5 years and everyone figured it would never happen, even Natasha had her doubts. ever since then Nat has been going crazy planning everything herself. Her wedding dress was already picked out and she was so excited to start looking for dresses for all her bridesmaids. last week you went with her when she finally said yes to the dress and you balled your eyes out because she just looked so stunning.

You couldn’t protest and beg her to let you crawl back in bed no matter how much you wanted to, Besides you were her maid of honor and knew you couldn’t skip out on this. Nat waited for you on the couch while you got ready. Finally you stepped out in a gorgeous summer dress, hair in perfect curls, and pretty white wedges.

You decided to take Nat’s car because you were to tired to drive anyway. After getting your well needed coffee you arrived at the dress shop at around 7:30am.

“So why do we have to be here so early?” You say stepping out of the car.

“Because it’s the only reservation I could get, This place is ALWAYS booked. Now hurry up everyone’s already here waiting for us” Nat said rushing out of the parking lot heading to the entrance of the shop.

Even though you haven’t met all of Natasha’s friends you met some of the girls a few times throughout the years and they adored you. They thought it was cute how quiet and shy you were, Wanda and Shuri took an especially strong liking to you always making sure you felt comfortable and included.

Walking into the shop you spotted the rest of the bridesmaids right away and they all got up hugging you and Natasha and took their seats back on the couch. Hope, Wanda, Pepper, and Shuri all beaming with excitement, everyone couldn’t wait to pick out their dresses. The dress shop was beautiful and way bigger than you expected. One side has gorgeous dresses hanging from the racks and a few mannequins wearing stunning gowns and on the other side was a giant red curtain dividing the room but you didn’t quite know what was on the other side.

After about an hour everyone picked out their dresses and was already fitted, it couldn’t have gone any smoother you thought smiling at how happy Natasha was. After everyone was changed into their original clothes Natasha sighed and grabbed your hand leading you through the curtain to a separate room and the rest of the girls joined a few seconds later. The room you were now in look similar to the one before but the dresses were replaced with suits and tuxedos. Steve and a group of men you never seen before were scattered around the shop some still in their street clothes and some in there suits. You figured these must be his best-friends and groomsmen and clenched your awkwardly coming to the realization that you now had to meet new people when you were just getting use to Natasha’s friends.

The rest of the bridesmaids walked past you greeting the men, hugs and laugher exchanged for a few minutes until Nat pulled you over so she could introduce you to the guys. You already knew Steve so there was no need for introductions. She swung her hand around Steve’s waist and started to call out their names. “This is Scott, Tony. Sam, Thor, and Bucky, everyone this is my Maid of Honor y/n” she said each of them turning to look at you.

Scott stepped towards you bringing you into a surprising, tight hug and you giggled a little hugging him back

Thor gave you a wide smile bowing his head a bit “Nice to meet you Lady y/n” he said in a low deep voice

Sam reached out for your hand and placed a small kiss on the back of it, winking at you

Tony was to busy checking himself out in the mirror to pay you much attention

Lastly Bucky stepped forward towards you extending his hand out for a handshake but not making any eye contact with you. You noticed his hand was soft but sweating a bit and he cleared his throat before walking away awkwardly keeping his eyes on the floor.

You had to admit they were a strange group of individuals but the way everyone talked and laughed with each other you knew they were one big happy dysfunctional family who loved one another to death and you wished you had something like that for yourself. After a few minutes everyone settled in waiting for the rest of the men to try on here suits. Sam strudder out of the dressing room confidently in an all black fitted suit and shiny flat black shoes. He smiled sticking out his tongue and did a dramatic spin so everyone could see him. You couldn’t help but laugh at his actions and everyone joined in clapping and whistling feeding his ego a bit.

A few seconds later and Bucky came out in the same all black suit. His large shoulders and arms wrapped in the black material and as he turned to look in the mirror you couldn’t help but notice how good his butt looked in those pants. The suit fit him perfectly hugging just the right spots and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Natasha looked over her shoulder to see you practically drooling over Bucky, she smiled and went back to talking to Steve.

When you were done in the shop Nat and Steve invited everyone over for lunch at their house and everyone one accepting their offer and got into their separate cars. On the ride over Natasha took one hand off the steering wheel smacked your thigh lightly to get your attention.

“You know Bucky is single” she said smirking keeping her eyes on the road.

“So.. what does that have to do with me?” You said squinting your eyes

“ C'mon y/n I saw the way you were looking at him” she said holding back her smile

“I don’t know what you mean” you said back to her

“Don’t give me that If your jaw was any more open it would have touched the floor” she was now smiling at you containing her laughter

Your cheeks blushed bright, she wasn’t wrong but you hoped no one noticed. You sat there in the passenger seat not really knowing what to say feeling so embarrassed you wanted to sink right into the seat.

“Just promise me you’ll try to talk to him y/n he’s a sweet guy I think you’ll really like him.” Nat said hoping you’d say yes. You sighed a little rolling your eyes.

“ Fine I’ll try to talk to him, but I’m not making any promises.” You said finally giving her what she wanted to hear. Nat smiled childishly giving herself a mental pat on the back.

Lunch at Steve and Nat’s was a blast all of their friends were so funny and made you feel welcomed. After the meal, some people were crowded around the couch watching a rom-com that Wanda picked out and others broke off to their own little groups. You saw Bucky leaning against the wall and turned to look at Natasha nervously, she gave you a nod and you took that as her way of telling you to go for it, so you did. You walked towards Bucky till you were standing right infront of him. You had no idea what you were going to say so you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

“Hi I’m y/n” you said

“Yeah I remember.. Natasha’s Friends” Bucky said in a friendly tone

You wanted to slap yourself, of course he knew your name Nat already introduce you. You wanted out of this conversation already and it had just begun.

“Yeah” you said awkwardly nodding your head

“ umm so how do you know Nat?” He said trying to keep the conversation going.

“ We went to the same high school she was pretty much the only person I talked to my whole 4 years.” You said not realizing that that sounded kind of pathetic but you went on to ask Bucky how he knew Steve and he replied saying that he couldn’t remember a time where he didn’t know Steve and you found it sweet that their still so close. Surprisingly Bucky was very easy to talk to, he asked you lots of questions and you were more than happy to answer them. The two of you actually had a lot in common. He loved reading and science and watching old movies ,all the things Nat use to tease you about saying it was geeking.

You couldn’t believe you could talk to someone who was so hot and be able to not make a complete fool out of yourself. After a few hours of talking with Bucky you started to see him as more than just a pretty face, he was interesting and sweet and very respectful. Somehow the conversation turned to a discussion about your relationship status and you couldn’t hide the blush on your cheeks

“So are you taking anyone as your date to the wedding?” Bucky asked cautiously

“ No I have too much stuff to help Natasha with I mean it’s not like I have anyone to go with anyway.” You say looking down and away from Bucky

“Yeah I don’t either, if that makes you feel any better.” Bucky said laughing lightly and placing a hand you upper arm.

Your heart started to beat fast and your skin started to heat up at his touch. You giggled a little with him trying not to let him notice how his touch was affecting you. You felt crazy for it but just in these few hours you were developed really strong feelings for Bucky. It was getting late and everyone was starting to head out and so was Bucky which disappointed you cause it felt like you could talk to him forever. So he said his goodbye to you giving you a quick hug, sliding one hand around your waist and leaning into you. The warmth of his body and smell of his cologne set tingles all down your spine. You signed and frowned to yourself watching him leave Steve and Nat’s house before you remembered a few minutes before he left he asked for your phone putting his number in it and telling you to text him whenever you wanted someone to talk to.

A few weeks past and the wedding was tomorrow. Bucky and you texted everyday, it wasn’t anything flirty you just talked about work and errands and the wedding of course. You were so excited to finally see your best friend get married but first you had the rehearsal dinner tonight that you had to attend. You were more than nervous, this was the first time you were going to see Bucky in weeks. It took you 3 hours to get ready trying to make sure you look your absolute best.

Arriving at the venue a little after Natasha you where in awe. Everything was already set up for tomorrow morning and it was breathtaking. When everyone arrived the first thing you had to do was practice your walk down the aisle with your partner. Nat figured it’ll be fine to not rehearse any of this till today because she knew no one needed much practice walking in a straight line. All the bridesmaids and groomsmen took their place wrapping their arms around their partners arms waiting for the queue. You were a bit confused you didn’t have a partner until you felt Bucky’s arm wrap around yours.

“Hey y/n” he said with a million dollar smile. You could just melt right now!

“Hi… umm you’re my partner?” You said a bit confused as to why he never mentioned it to you when you two had texted all those nights.

“Yea I’m Steve’s best man Natasha told me to keep it a secret, that it was a surprise for some reason.” He said still smiling at you.

You snapped your head around to see Nat waving and smiling at you giggling like a little kid. You wanted to scold her but you couldn’t contain your smile. The music started right away and as the couples started to walk Bucky leaned down to your ear

“You look beautiful” he said leading down the aisle not giving any time to respond.

You blushed the whole way down the aisle and you were pretty sure everyone noticed. The rest of the rehearsal went perfectly and as everyone sat at the tables to eat your mouth hurt from how much you smiled. Bucky sat right beside you telling jokes and funny stories. God he’s so perfect you thought to yourself as he went on and on. A few minutes into the meal you felt Bucky’s knee graze against yours and you bit your lip trying not to smile. Steve and Natasha was talking to everyone about the plans they had made for their honeymoon when you felt Bucky’s hand reach out and grab yours that you had resting on your lap. Your heart pounded in your chest and you let your smile spread across your face. He held your hand the whole dinner as he talked to you about any and everything

When dinner was over, everyone started to pack up and leave. Bucky let go of your hand and stood up pulling the chair out for you to stand up.

“Well I’m going to head out” he said you could hear the tiredness in his voice

“Ok It was really nice talking in person again” you said smile up at him

“I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful” Bucky said leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek.

GOD DAMN!! Is it hot in here? Or is it just you???

You were in shock. Did that really just happen? Did he call you beautiful? Gosh his lips are so soft? All these questions and thought ran through you head. That night you couldn’t sleep, you were up all night thinking about all that needed to be done for the wanting and most importantly you couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. Morning came and you hopped out of bed ready for what was to come. You got dressed in some comfortable clothing knowing you weren’t going to be in your bridesmaid dress for another few hours. Nat picked you up and you both arrived at the venue early enough to get your hair and makeup done.

The morning was chaotic for you, you ran all over the place making sure everything was perfect until it was time to finally start the ceremony. All yours and Nat’s work paid off everything was perfect. Bridesmaid and groomsmen arm and arm, you and Bucky where last before Natasha walked down the aisle and she was stunning. She took everyone’s breath away. You and Steve couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of her. After the ceremony was over, it was time for the PARTY. You could finally relax and have fun with your girls.

The wedding was turning out even better then you expecting and it made your heart swell to see how happy Natasha was. After a few up-beat songs the DJ started to play slow love songs for all the couples. Every pair stepping out on the dancefloor to slow dance to the music.

It was sweet seeing everyone in love, you watched as they cozied up to each other the women’s heads on their mans chest swaying to the rhythm. You were taking away from your thoughts when you looked up to see Bucky standing in front of you with his hand stretched out

“ Can I have this dance?” He said, taking his hand he lead you to the dancefloor, holding your waist with his hands.

It felt amazing to him having you in his arms, he looked down at you with heavy eyes filled with passion. Without thinking he inched closer to you kissing you lightly, your hand wrapped around his neck pulling him in closer deepening the kiss. He pulled his head back after a few moments and spoke

“I was going to ask you this yesterday but I kind of got to nervous,… can I take you out sometime… like on a date"

"Yea I’d like that” you said smiling at him and kissing again.

When the song was over you looked over to see Natasha clapping for the two of you and you smiled in complete happiness

@mushyjellybeans @sebbbystaaan

#bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x yn #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #natasha x steve

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northernstarswriting · 4 years

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without you, where would i be

Written for the @six-gifts-exchanges, for @a-over-caffienated-night-owl, I hope you enjoy it! The prompt was ‘nothing romantic’ so I wrote some kat-centric fluff with all the queens ft. cuddles.

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Some nights, Katherine dreams about her funeral. Or more accurately, the lack thereof. She dreams of bones lying bare in a cold, unmarked grave. Of her soul, restless even in this new life.

The nightmare comes around once every month or so, and when it does, it plagues her for days afterwards. It rattles around in her head and lingers, making her unable to sleep or concentrate, and she hates it.

She doesn’t talk about it or seek out any of the other queens for some much needed comfort. Instead, she sits alone in her dark room biting her nails and trying her best to stave off a panic attack.

Tonight is one of those nights, and Katherine flinches as she glances at her alarm clock. 3:53am. Even Cathy would most likely be asleep by now. And since tomorrow is a two show day, she feels too guilty to wake anyone else up. She has handled this alone just fine before, and this time will be no different.

So she sits and waits until it’s a decent hour to go downstairs, and if the bags under her eyes look a bit darker than normal, she prays no one will notice.

As she descends the stairs she can already hear quiet sounds in the kitchen, a sure sign that she’s not the first one to go down for breakfast. Probably either Jane or Catherine getting up early to take the most out of the day.

“Good morning, love.”

Jane then.

“Morning.” It’s barely more than a whisper, but she’s too tired to care.

“Did you sleep well?” Jane asks her that every morning without fail and Katherine gives a vague grumble that could be interpreted either way and sits down at the table. A moment later Jane puts her mug in front of her, already filled with steaming tea and a spoonful of honey. Her favourite.

Jane always seems to know what she needs before she herself does. She might be tired beyond belief, but she still sends Jane a smile and a soft thank you.

Jane ruffles her hair and places a soft kiss on the top of her head before moving away and continuing with breakfast preparations. Katherine takes a sip of her tea and listens to Jane humming a song under her breath while toasting a slice of bread. Katherine relaxes her shoulders and her heartbeat slows down.

No matter how many times they spend their mornings like this, Katherine still feels warm when Jane treats her like that. Like family. She wants nothing more than to crawl into Jane’s lap and hide from the world for a few hours, no matter how childish that might be.

Jane is warm, and Katherine still can’t shake the slight chill in her bones from the nightmare and consequently sleepless night.

Slowly the other queens trickle in and the noise in the kitchen increases. Kat doesn’t mind- if they’re all busy with each other, they might not notice how her eyes are drooping or the way she keeps zoning out before shaking herself awake again.

Three nights with little to no sleep seems to be about as much as she can take and she desperately wants to curl back into her bed. Now that everyone is awake and the house is filled with background noise she thinks it’ll make for a much easier time to sleep. As is evident by her almost nodding off in her chair at the breakfast table.

Like usual, it’s Jane who first notices something is wrong.

“Kat, love, are you alright? You haven’t touched your food.”

The gentle question brings her out of her reverie. “Hm? Oh yeah, just tired is all.” She sends Jane a smile, doing her best to make it seem genuine. It works - Jane backs off with a smile in return, but worry is still evident in her eyes and Katherine hides her grimace.

She makes an effort to eat something, shoving spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth without really tasting anything while fighting to keep her eyes open. She sneaks a cup of coffee when everyone is distracted, hoping the caffeine will keep her awake enough to function and get through the day.

Their first show goes off without a hitch. The others seem to have taken notice that she’s feeling a bit off today, and put in extra effort to make sure she never misses a cue. It makes her feel a bit guilty, seeing the others working harder to cover up for her mistakes.

The audience is none the wiser, though, and they even get some laughs when Anne has to manoeuvre her into the correct spot mid scene.

She manages to get some sleep in between shows, the low murmurs of the other talking to each other while passing the time lulling her to sleep. Jane pulls her head into her lap and is lazily playing with Katherine’s hair as she curls up into Jane’s warmth.

She’s woken up way too soon with the news that they have to get ready for show number two, and Catalina’s voice is gentle as she helps her sit up. Jane is no longer there, but there’s a blanket tucked around her.

“You look tired, mija, are you sure you’re up for this?”

“I can do it, I promise. I’ll make sure to go to bed early tonight,” Katherine smiles.

Catalina looks conflicted but after a moment moves to press a kiss to her forehead and helps her up from the couch, “Alright, come on then.”

Somehow she makes it through that one unscathed as well, and before she knows it she’s back in the dressing room wiping off her makeup. Though the nap had done her good, the bags under her eyes haven’t disappeared. She looks exhausted.

Anna wraps an arm around her as they leave the theater and keeps it there for the short walk to the nearest tube station. She doesn’t ask Katherine if something is going on. She seems to understand regardless and instead just pulls Katherine closer and lets her lean her head on her shoulder as they ride the tube home.

Once they arrive at their shared house, everyone disperses and starts with their respective nightly rituals. Katherine makes her way into the kitchen, rinsing out her mug from this morning and making herself another cup of tea.

The kitchen is empty and the house oddly quiet and she feels the exhaustion of the day catch up with her. She doesn’t have it in her to fight as her eyes droop closed, and then her tea is long forgotten as her head rests against the tabletop.

She doesn’t know how long she’s asleep before she’s woken up by Anne.

“Wakey wakey, Kitty-kat. I know you’re tired but I’ve got a surprise for you, and I promise you it’s worth it.”

Katherine mumbles something unintelligible and tries to push the woman away, but Anne just laughs.

“Come on, I’ll help you up the stairs.”

Katherine feels herself being lifted out of her chair, Anne’s arm securely wrapped around her torso and she’s powerless to resist as Anne leads her up the stairs and into her bedroom, talking in a low voice the whole while in an attempt to keep Kat awake.

When she looks up, her bedroom is dark, curtains drawn and her nightlight being the only source of light in the room. Then her eyes fall on a messy pile of blankets in the middle of the floor. Anne immediately lies down and wraps a light green blanket around herself.

“We figured you could use some extra cuddle time, so…” Anne points to the pile of pillows and blankets around her, “Jump in!”

For a second Katherine is too stunned to move. She looks up to meet Anne’s eyes and is met with nothing but love. No judgement, she’s not forced to explain anything. Just love and care.

“Don’t worry though, it won’t be just me. Two people can’t be considered a cuddle pile,” Anne laughs, “The others are just getting some snacks and other necessities.”

“Thank you, Annie.”

“Don’t mention it. We all need some extra love from time to time, right? Now, are you going to join me or am I supposed to cuddle myself?”

Without another word, Katherine makes herself comfortable amidst the blankets, burying her face in Anne’s side as the woman wraps her arm around Katherine’s middle.

Soon Anna and Cathy make their appearances, a tray with steaming mugs and a box of chocolates in hand. Lina joins them soon after, laptop open and ready for them to use. Jane comes in last, a few of Kat’s many teddy bears in her arms. She hands Kat her favourite one, a small red horse stuffy before settling down.

They all get comfortable on the floor, Jane lying down on Katherine’s other side, pulling her against her in a hug. Lina is seated close to her head, mug of hot chocolate in one hand and the other carefully detangling Katherine’s hair. She can’t help but let out a content sigh.

Cathy and Anna make up the ends, both still upright and sipping their drinks as they all talk among themselves. The sound of Jane whispering soft words into the back of her neck soothes her, and Anne’s arm doesn’t move from it’s protective hold on her younger cousin.

They decide on a Disney movie, The Aristocats, Cathy’s favourite. (Anna’s too, but if you ask her she’ll deny it.) It plays low to the background, and it doesn’t take long for Katherine’s eyes to slip closed, exhaustion now fully taking hold of her. She’s warm and feels safe in the arms of the other queens. With them all looking out for her, the nightmares stay away that night and Kat sleeps better than she has in weeks.

The usual chill and restlessness in her bones is absent as she wakes up the next morning, still sandwiched between Anne and Jane. The other queens are all passed out around her, Cathy curled up in Lina’s arms drooling softly on her own outstretched arm. Even Anna is still there, slumped in a half sitting position with her back against the wall, neck at an uncomfortable looking angle.

Seeing them all still there fills Katherine with a kind of warmth she can’t really describe. She feels calm and loved.

So loved.

So, she tucks her head back beneath her cousin's chin and closes her eyes, the world could wait for a few more minutes.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfiction #six west end #katherine howard #jane seymour #anna of cleves #catherine parr #anne boleyn #catherine of aragon #six fic exchange #my writing

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here4theheartbreak · 5 years

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Mouthy (YoonTaeJinMin)

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Relationships: Jimin/Jin/Taehyung/Yoongi

Genres: smut, pwp

Tags: pwp, canon compliant, smut, foursome, rough sex, face fucking, face slapping, multiple partners, barebacking, deepthroating, D/s, rimming, anal fingering, bottom!Taehyung, switch!Jimin, top!Yoongi, top!Jin, dom!Taehyung, sub!Jin

Summary: Jin's been mouthy this week. His boyfriends wanna fix that.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This is to fulfill an anonymous request for Jin having one of the smallest mouth sizes in Bangtan. Hope you like it, nonnie!!! (So sorry it’s late; I fell asleep way before I meant to last night 😬

Jin’s eyes narrowed, darting over the board in search of the best next move. Across from him, Yoongi was already smirking, confident that he’d win. Jin reached for his piece.

“Hyung!”

Jin startled visibly, looking over. He sighed patiently. Jimin and Taehyung were standing a few feet away, their hair damp and their eyes pleading.

“What’s up?”

“Taehyungie and I want to play,” Jimin said, his voice taking on a softer quality reserved for the moments he wasn’t above begging.

Jin and Yoongi shared a glance. Despite the pieces spread between them on the table, they both knew their boys weren’t talking about a board game.

“Were you working out?” Yoongi asked. Taehyung shook his head. “Showering... Together.”

“But it was no fun without you two,” Jimin finished. He approached Yoongi, leaning down and brushing his lips over Yoongi’s cheek.

“I’ve got an itch Jimin just can’t scratch,” Taehyung admitted. He approached Jin and settled onto his lap as if he wasn’t just as big as Jin. He ghosted his lips over Jin’s earlobe before nipping it. “You’ve been so mouthy lately... I think I should play with it. Remind you not to be so sassy,” he murmured.

Jin’s stomach did a little flip at his words, his jaw aching in a phantom pain. He knew what that meant. And he both loved and hated it. “Go to Jin-hyung’s bedroom, boys. We’ll meet you,” Yoongi said. Jin could hear the shake in his voice despite his efforts to hide it.

Jimin and Taehyung both rose, grins on their faces as they hurried out of the rooms, shoulders bumping in their rush.

Yoongi shook his head. “They’re gonna play rough.”

“Mhm, they’re in a mood.” Jin nodded, packing up the game.

“We have a free schedule tomorrow, right?”

“As far as I know. I had plans to see one of my friends, but no work.”

“Good.” Yoongi rose; stretching. His back popped. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”

Jin slid the board game off to the side of the table and rose as well, following Yoongi into his room.

The scene the eldest of Bangtan saw upon stepping into the room was one that had their hearts racing.

Taehyung was between Jimin’s legs, his long fingers biting bruises into Jimin’s hips. Jimin’s thighs were resting on Taehyung’s shoulders, his hips angled up with a pillow. Jimin’s moans were soft, not overpowering the dirty, wet noise of Taehyung’s tongue and lips as he ate him out.

Taehyung was naked as well, on his knees. His cock peeked out from his thighs, hard and red, bobbing with each movement.

Jin palmed his cock through his jeans, shivering. Yoongi stepped forward first, stroking his fingers through Jimin’s damp hair. Jimin smirked. “Hyung...”

“Enjoying that, Jimin?”

“Mm... Maybe you should take over.”

Taehyung made a noise of distress, a low growl, muffled by Jimin’s body. His fingers tightened on Jimin’s hips.

Jimin gasped, laughing breathlessly. “Or maybe you just suck my cock instead,” he suggested.

“So bossy,” Yoongi muttered without much venom. He stripped down and crawled onto the bed, arranging himself so he could stroke Jimin and eventually get him into his mouth without disturbing Taehyung.

Jin pulled his shirt off but left his jeans on. He approached Taehyung, sliding a hand over the swell of his ass. He spread him open, not missing the quiet grunt it earned. Taehyung’s hole fluttered, wet with lube and slightly swollen from being stretched before. Jin ran his thumb teasingly over it, watching it flutter under his touch, a tiny gape telling him Jimin had likely fucked Taehyung at least a little already. “Ah… Taehyung,” Jin murmured. He leaned down, not missing a beat, and licked a warm stripe from Taehyung’s balls to his opening. Taehyung gasped, pulling back from Jimin. He looked back at Jin, his lips swollen and chin wet.

“What are you doing?”

“If you tease me, I’m allowed to tease you… Not fair that I’m the only one not playing with someone.”

Jimin whined, tugging at Taehyung’s hand. “I don’t care who does it, but I need someone eating me out now.” He complained. Taehyung exchanged a glance with Yoongi, who smirked and nodded. He rose, allowing Yoongi to take his spot. He turned on Jin.

Taehyung shoved Jin against the wall, pinning him before attacking his mouth in an aggressive kiss. Jin moaned happily, the feeling of Taehyung’s hard cock pressed against his hip making it even better.

Taehyung pulled back, sliding his thumb over Jin’s bottom lip. He pushed it into his mouth, hooking it over his bottom teeth and dragging down, forcing Jin’s mouth open.

“Gonna fuck this little thing, hyung. Make you choke on my cock.”

Jin shuddered, trying to make his eyes look as pleading as he felt.

“He’s such a slut,” Jimin teased from the bed. His fingers were twined in Yoongi’s dark hair, legs slung over Yoongi’s shoulders. Yoongi was licking lazy stripes over Jimin’s ass and balls, his eyes closed.

Jin pulled his mouth free to speak. “Says the guy about to get tongue fucked.”

“Don’t be jealous,” Jimin teased. His back arched suddenly. “Oh, right there, hyung...” He gasped when Yoongi drove his tongue against his wet rim.

“On your knees,” Taehyung growled, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Jin sank to the ground, opening his mouth. He let his tongue hang out, a twist of shameful pleasure settling in his stomach when Taehyung slapped his cock against it. Jin flushed red, but opened his mouth farther. Taehyung slid his tip in, smirking at the look of distress forming on Jin’s face already.

“Relax, hyung. Suck my cock.”

Jin struggled to open his mouth wider as Taehyung pushed deeper, his nostrils flaring. Taehyung gasped when Jin’s teeth brushed over his cock. He swatted him lightly upside the head. “Did I say you could use your teeth?”

Jin’s eyes welled with embarrassed tears. He struggled to open his mouth further, the corners of his lips and his jaw beginning to ache already. Taehyung smirked, soothing his hand over the stinging spot.

“Try again, Jin-hyung.”

Jin struggled to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth, gagging hard instead. Taehyung pulled back, letting him catch his breath for a moment. His face and throat were flushed red, and it was spreading down to his chest. Taehyung grabbed his hair, yanking it back hard enough that Jin whined.

“I told you I wanted to play with your mouth.”

“I know,” Jin rasped.

“So give me your mouth. Stop fighting me.” Taehyung’s voice was entirely calm despite the situation. Jin blinked the tears from his eyes, clearing his vision to look up at Taehyung. His cock throbbed painfully in the confines of his jeans.

“Please—“

“Please what?” Taehyung cooed, a devilish smirk twisting his features.

“I’ll be good.”

“Of course you will.” He yanked again and began to walk, forcing Jin to scramble on his knees or risk getting hurt from the grip on his hair. Taehyung dragged Jin over to the bed, letting go of his hair and grabbing his chin.

Jin opened his mouth immediately.

“I keep saying we should buy him an open mouthed gag,” Jimin purred. He’d rolled onto his stomach, hips lazily twitching back as Yoongi worked him open. He reached out, stroking his fingers through Jin’s hair.

“I know we should. Next time we’re traveling we should take a look.”

Taehyung slid his cock over Jin’s bottom lip. “Ready?”

Jin nodded. He gave himself a squeeze through his jeans. Taehyung slid his cock in, not stopping even when Jin’s shoulders jerked. He bumped the roof of Jin’s mouth. Jin gagged hard around him, his eyes widening in panic. Taehyung stroked his hair back, his expression blank. On Jin’s other side, Jimin was moaning softly in his ear, the bed moving in a telltale pattern that Jin knew meant Yoongi had finally entered him.

Taehyung began to thrust into Jin’s mouth, fisting his hair to keep him still. Jin was holding onto his thighs, his eyes screwed shut. Tears streamed down his smooth cheeks. He struggled to swallow and breathe around Taehyung’s thick cock whenever he pulled back, but he would thrust in just quick enough that Jin could do little but hold on.

Spots danced on his eyelids, warning him that he needed to breathe, but the pleasant throb and twitch of his leaking cock urged him forward. It was rare Taehyung let go like this, and when he did, Jin savored every second of it.

His teeth brushed lightly over Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung grabbed the back of his head and shoved him forward, not loosening his grip until Jin shifted, finally letting the tip of Taehyung’s cock slip into his convulsing throat. He immediately began to cough, his shoulders heaving as he struggled to breathe and not gag. Taehyung moaned contentedly, the rapid movements of Jin’s throat were perfect around his sensitive shaft.

“Taehyung?” Jimin panted. He pushed Yoongi back and rose. “Can I play?”

Taehyung nodded. He pulled out of Jin’s mouth and stepped back. Jin collapsed forward, coughing and wheezing for air. His chin and chest were soaked with drool and sweat, and Taehyung’s cock looked like it had been covered in lube.

Jimin took Taehyung’s spot. He pulled Jin up by the hair and ran his cock over his spot soaked chin. “Open up,” he taunted.

Jin barely managed to open his sore jaw before Jimin thrust his cock in. Though he was a bit smaller than Taehyung, what he lacked in size, he made up for in aggression. He held onto Jin’s head and drove deep, not giving Jin a chance to recover. Jin wanted to scream, but all he could manage was a wet, pornographic gulping noise as Jimin fucked his throat. He unzipped his jeans with shaking hands, lightheaded from the lack of air. He began to stroke his cock with uneven strokes, craving any stimulation.

Next to him, Taehyung screamed happily. Jin forced his eyes open and looked to the side as well as he could. Yoongi was stretched out on the floor. Taehyung was on his lap, riding his cock hard and fast. His own cock, red and angry, still slicked with Jin’s spit, was in his hand as he stroked himself.

“Taehyung—“ Jimin gasped, holding Jin’s head to his groin. “Where should I come?”

“I want it up my ass,” Taehyung demanded.

“I’m close.” Jimin pulled out of Jin’s mouth, laughing breathlessly when Jin collapsed onto his hands. He gagged and coughed, spitting uselessly as he struggled to stop his throat from convulsing.

“I don’t get it. How can you be so beautiful... Even being such a dirty, slutty mess?” Jimin taunted.

Jin shuddered, squeezing his cock again.

“I’m gonna take your mouth again, hyung.” Taehyung said. He pulled off Yoongi’s cock and rose. “Are you ready?”

Jin nodded. He took a few deep breaths, his stomach finally calming. He sat upright and looked up at Taehyung through tear blurred eyes.

Taehyung winked. He pushed his cock in, slow this time, but still firmly. Jin’s jaw screamed for relief, his mouth immediately filling with drool that dribbled down his chest. Just when Jin thought Tae was done, Jimin slammed into Taehyung’s ass, driving the last inch into Jin’s mouth. Jin retched dangerously, struggling to widen his mouth further so he wouldn’t bite Taehyung by accident.

Jimin’s thrusts forced Taehyung to thrust into Jin’s mouth at the same speed, their cries of pleasure nearly drowning Jin’s muffled shouts. He watched Yoongi circle the three of them before standing behind Jimin.

“Put it in,” Jimin panted, turning his head to kiss Yoongi. Yoongi drove in, forcing Jimin, and in turn Taehyung, forward. Taehyung arched over the bed, one hand buried in Jin’s hair, the other fisting the sheet.

He fucked Jin’s mouth with abandon, Jimin’s thrusts pushing him deeper than he’d dare get on his own. He didn’t seem to mind when Jin’s teeth lightly brushed his cock, and his moans only increased in pitch whenever Jin would choke or gag.

It was Jimin that came first, his telltale long, drawn out moan and the shudder of his lean body giving it away. Yoongi helped him back up and bent him over the bed next to Jin’s head, fucking into his pliant hole as he whined from overstimulation.

Taehyung looked down, meeting Jin’s gaze. He didn’t have to say a thing; Jin knew. He closed his lips as firmly around Taehyung’s cock as he could and reached up, driving two fingers into his come filled ass. Taehyung cried out, smirking with an open mouth. It only took four firm rubs of his prostate before Taehyung’s cock began to throb. He spilled down Jin’s throat, grunting softly. He pulled out at the last second, the final few ropes of come splashing over Jin’s exhausted face. Jin collapsed as soon as he was released. He stroked himself hard and fast, tears of desperation streaming down his ruined face. Through his blurred vision he could see Yoongi go rigid, the growl through bared teeth signaling that he too had found his release, buried deep inside Jimin’s ass.

“Please,” Jin rasped, his voice barely audible.

“Don’t worry, hyungie... I’ll give you somewhere to come,” Taehyung cooed. He laid next to Jin, his back to Jin’s chest. He reached back and took Jin’s cock, slipping it in just deep enough for the swollen, flared tip to slide past the rings of muscle. “Come on, Jinie-hyung.”

Jin bit his bottom lip. He began to stroke the exposed part of his cock, his brows furrowed. Taehyung was moving his hips in tiny circles, stimulating the tip of Jin’s cock.

Jin’s stomach clenched and he opened his mouth to scream. No sound but a quiet rasp came out as his body jerked hard. His cock throbbed and twitched visibly.

Taehyung gasped. “Oh fuck, you’re coming hard. Go ahead, push it in now, I know you wanna.”

Jin’s hips snapped forward hard enough to make Taehyung whimper. Jin grunted softly, his fingers digging bruises into Taehyung’s hips as his orgasm ran its course. Taehyung continued to talk softly, the words meaning less than the tone.

As Jin’s orgasm faded, he felt Jimin and Yoongi crawl behind him. Jimin’s slender arm wrapped around his middle.

“Did so good, hyung,” Jimin whispered.

“I love you,” Taehyung said, turning as well as he could to meet Jin’s exhausted gaze.

“I’m gonna get up and get you cleaned, okay?”

Jin whined desperately, panic crossing his face.

“Don’t,” Yoongi said. “I think he needs his Taehyung. Let me.”

Yoongi rose, leaving a lingering kiss on Jimin’s lips before heading to grab the wipes to clean them up.

They worked together to clean each other up, save for Jin who, at that point, was a dazed, boneless mess.

The four did manage to get into the bed, all nude and cleaned as well as wet wipes would allow. Their arms and legs were tangled as they shared tired kisses.

Taehyung stroked his fingers through Jin’s hair.

“You still with us, hyung?”

“Little bit,” Jin mumbled, his lips barely moving. Taehyung chuckled.

“You did amazing, Yoongi praised, reaching over Jimin to stroke his hand down Jin’s bare arm. Jin’s mouth twitched into what seemed like a half smile.

“Wanna sleep,” he admitted.

“You wanna eat something first?” Jimin offered. Jin shook his head, burying himself deeper between his boyfriends’ bodies.

“It’s okay, go ahead and sleep,” Taehyung said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Jin nodded, already well on his way there. He sought out Taehyung’s hand with one of his own, reaching back to find one of the others’. Jimin set his hand lightly over Jin’s. Yoongi added his hand, shifting so he could touch both Jimin and Jin’s hands at the same time. Jin’s entire body seemed to relax further at the simple connection, and he drifted to a deep, much needed rest.

#bangtanarmynet #jinsnetwork #kpopwonderlandtag #kwritersworldnet #armyofwriters #networkbangtan #armiesnet #btsguild #thebtstown #yoontaejinmin #jimin x jin x taehyung x yoongi #polyamory #bts polyamory #bts poly #jimin/jin/taehyung/yoongi #smut #bts smut #bts ships

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apparentlynotreallyfinnish · 5 years

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so, a lot of rhink fic out there is just really kinky but i feel like after so many years they wouldn't be like that everytime yknow? maybe they go home, both really tired because they've been shooting all day and as link says something cute rhett kisses him because!!! he loves this dork so much!! one thing leads to the other, but they're still soft, probably joking around, making each other laugh and just. making love lovingly as rhett would say. (pls drabble on this if you can or want!)

I’m sorry this took so long! And it’s a bit whatever. Tried something a bit different for me. Hope you like it. ^^

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It had been a long day. Actually, it had been a long week and Rhett couldn’t wait to get home, eat and relax and hopefully soon press his head onto a pillow. He felt like he could sleep for a solid twenty four hours. Link was tired and wired too. When he was like that he talked. Rhett was used to it. The drone of his ceaseless chatting was comforting to Rhett. An old song he knew the words to by heart. He drove the truck and Link talked the talk. That’s how it had been for years.

They'd picked up takeaway and didn’t bother to get any plates. Link jumped on the bed. He was still talking, not waiting for Rhett to contribute. His words were just built up energy that needed to be released. Rhett climbed next to him. Television was clicked on and the bluish glare jumped around the walls of the room. Rhett’s eyes focused on the way it made the grey in Link’s hair look almost electrified. It seemed fitting for him and Rhett smiled. His very own electric bunny. They watched ‘Late night’ and pried open cartons of Chinese food. They switched boxes without prompting, knowing what the other one wanted and when.

Soon Rhett’s stomach was full and his eyes periodically drooped closed. He was propped up on his pillows Link lying next to him on his own side of their California King bed. Link was laughing at the show. His body shook the mattress making Rhett feel even drowsier. His eyes closed and he just listened. He knew he might fall asleep fully clothed but he just couldn’t be bothered.

The mattress shifted. There was a pressure on top of him. Warmth of a body. Tickling breath on his face. Then a head thumped on his chest.

“I’m dead.”

Rhett’s chuckle jostled the head slightly.

“That’s my line,” he said quietly.

“Well, if you’re asleep, I can be dead.”

“Please, don’t be dead,” Rhett muttered suddenly feeling a twinge of sadness. They weren't spring chickens anymore. One day it would be a reality. He wondered which of them would go first. Then he wondered which would be worse. Link seemed to sense his mood shift because he rose to straddle him and asked: “What’s wrong?”

Rhett finally opened his eyes and looked at his husband. He was backlit by the light of the television. He looked almost alien in his beauty illuminated by the garish, blue, flickering light.

“Gimme a kiss,” Rhett ordered gently. Link obeyed ducking down to press his lips lightly on Rhett’s. Rhett rolled them so that he was on top of Link now. He kissed him deeply, tasting the food and tasting Link. Emotion welled inside of him.

“Never leave me,” Rhett murmured against Link’s lips. Link made a throat sound that was something between a laugh and a question.

“Where is this coming from, babe?” he asked.

“Nowhere. Just… Promise?”

“I thought I promised when we exchanged these rings?” Link said finding Rhett’s fingers and stroked his ring.

“Promise me again?” Rhett pleaded. He felt small and pitiful. Link hugged him tight against him and whispered into his ear: “I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

Rhett hummed appreciatively and buried his face in the crook of Link’s neck. Rhett’s mind was still tired but his body was alert. The peaks and valleys of Link’s form were so familiar against Rhett’s body that he couldn’t quell its natural reaction. Rhett’s hips ground against Link’s and he whined low and needy. Link kissed the top of his head.

“Let me take care of that,” he murmured with a hint of smile in his voice and pushed Rhett gently off of him. Rhett fell back on the bed limbs sprawled limply across it. He felt half asleep but his skin was buzzing for more touches. He closed his eyes and let himself be handled by his lover. His clothes were removed efficiently and tenderly. The mattress sprung back up as Link got up to remove his own clothes and get the lube. Rhett blindly reached for Link to get back to him and soon Link’s fingers threaded into his.

The bedroom filled with quiet whispers and low moans. There was a comfortable predictability in their movements. Loving kisses and sweeping hands. Light touches that turned to more purposeful caresses over time. Hot skin pressed against a cooler one and familiar words of encouragement muttered but not really heard. Link’s delicate fingers knew their way in, found the right pressure points, made Rhett’s body sing. Link was the conductor of this orchestra and Rhett was ready to play a masterpiece. They joined slowly and moved resolutely towards the crescendo waiting them at the end. Rhett felt pliable and sweet. He moved lazily instructed by Link’s hips and arms. His heartstrings were plucked gently by Link’s loving words. Rhett was so full. Belly filled with food and heart filled with love and head filled with dreams and his body filled to the brim with Link. Something had to spill over soon. The heat pooled deliciously. Rhett’s body tightened and a groan pushed its way out of his throat. Their ragged breaths mingled and their mouths sought each other desperately as their composition reached its coda.

Silence fell. Rhett felt Link slip out of him. He heard the patter of his feet. Then felt the soft cloth wipe him gently clean. Rhett sighed. He curled into the covers. Link climbed next to him. The blue light vanished with a snap.

A quiet ‘love you’. A whispered ‘always and forever’. Then sweet, sweet sleep.

#Appa writes fic #lovely anon #rhink #rhink ficlet #domesticity #husbands #fluff #smut #un-betaed

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"Could you do hcs morning routine with Giorno (maybe some angst, fluff and light nsfw?)❤" This but with Abbacchio, Bruno and Fugo, please? 👀

*bangs fists on table*Yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss

Morning routine with Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio and Pannacotta Fugo

(Attention please: Fugo’s aged up as usual, for the light NSFWish hints. He’s an adult!! And so, under the cut for lenght and NSFWish hints!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno always wakes up at dawn, without even the need for an alarm. He stays in bed a bit longer, like, five or ten minutes from the moment he opens his eyes to cuddle his s/o and bask in their warmth. It always gives him the right amount of energy to face a new day of work.

Bruno doesn’t have often nightmares, but, sometimes, they happen. He’s a mafia man, all in all, he has seen and done horrible things and sometimes the ghosts of his pasts come back to torment him. In this case, he clings to his s/o, his breath erratic and a pained expression on his face. S/o would be woken up by his crushing grip and, hearing his breath, they’d immediately understand what’s happening, hugging him as tightly as he’s doing, slowly rocking him back and forth. He usually wakes up, with a gasp, clinging and gripping their arms almost to the point to bruise them, as they’re his lifeline. They cuddle and keep him safe for long, until he falls asleep again, finally calm and safe.

Being Caporegime, he hasn’t a lot of free days, but, when they happen, he enjoys staying in bed longer than usual, softly cuddling and kissing his s/o. He adores their sleepy smiles and gentle touches. Kisses usually leads to at least a make out session, that his s/o enjoys immensely, and, if they both are in mood, to much more.

When they get up, they go to take a shower. If his s/o is already awaken, he gladly lets them join him in the shower, but, if they’re still asleep, he lets them sleep as much as they want, watching their relaxed face with a soft smile. He loves so much those moments… quiet and sweet memories that give him strength when he needs it.

Breakfast is eaten together. It’s an usual ritual for the couple and his s/o never misses it. While Bruno brews the coffee, they arrange the table -or the one on the balcony, if it’s summer- and then eat together, chit-chatting and exchanging lazy kisses. They take their sweet time to savour the time together, since it’s still too early to head out.

Then, they dress -and Bruno always huffs lightly, amused, when his s/o, as every morning, smoothes and adjust his collar and chest window- and, after having carefully braided his hair, Bruno’s ready to head out. He sweetly kisses his s/o, before they go on their way and he on his one, even if they both work for mafia. Safety is never too much.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio always sleeps spooning his s/o, keeping them tightly on his chest, his face sunk in their hair. When he’s about to wake up, he stretches, still in a half-asleep state, often waking them up as well. They share some lazy and pouty cuddles and hugs, they murmuring that he’s moving too much and they’re awake because of him and he muttering that they’re noisy and should go back to sleep, all while he smashes them to his chest and kisses their forehead.

Abbacchio suffers of recurring nightmares. Since the beginning of their relationship -and their bed sharing- he never denied it and his s/o is used to it by now. They know that it’s dangerous to wake him up when he’s having a nightmare, since his police academy training unconsciously strikes back, so they just watch over him and let him hug them as tightly as he wants, even to the point to almost hurting them. In the morning, he wakes up smashed against their chest or tummy, their fingers gently massaging his scalp and rubbing his shoulder. He never talks about his nightmares: they usually are about his long deceased partner.

When he has a free day -or “when Bruno forcefully sends him home”- he loves to sleep a bit more, relishing in his s/o’s warmth and softness. He loves to watch them sleeping, before peppering their face with kisses, being careful not to wake them up: if they open their eyes, he immediately withdraws and if they bring it up he grumbles and denies it. When, however, they wake up first and nestle on his lap to better kiss and cuddle him, this can lead to something more, while the goth’s hands roam on their back and thighs.

When they get up, they share a shower, still groggy, and sleepingly wash each other, even if his s/o has to get on their tiptoes -and he has to lower himself down as well- to wash his shoulder and hair. When they’re so, he’s already a bit more awake and, if they have time, he loves to pick them up and gently press them to the shower wall for some more couple time.

Then, breakfast. Leone is the one in charge of coffee: he brews it strong, to finally properly wake up. They eat together, his s/o often on his lap, even if he, again fakingly, complains, all while hugging them by the waist. His s/o loves to feed him -or to make him think they’re going to feed him and then eat the biscuit, laughing at his indignant face- and then give him kisses, making the early morning sweeter for both of them.

Then, they dress and put on together the make-up, helping each other if needed. After that -and after his s/o put on his lipstick, making him growl or, if they have a day for themselves, spicing things up again- they go out, exchanging a small kiss and a smile, before heading on their ways. If they’re both in mafia, they go together to the HQ, not minding to show that they’re together.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo’s a light sleeper and also gets up really early in morning. But, if he’s sleeping with his s/o, he’d indulge in some more moments with them, breathing deeply and nuzzling in their hair or neck, completely relaxed. His unusual warmly cuddles often wake his s/o up, leading to hugs and more cuddles, ‘till the two of them really have to get up if they don’t want to be late.

Fugo, as Abbacchio, has a lot of nightmares. Sometimes from his past, from when he killed his teacher, all the abuses he passed, sometimes they’re entirely products of his fantasy and anxiety. In any case, he clings to his s/o, who’s trained for it, by now, and they hug him tightly, murmuring the lullaby that always manages to calm him down. If the nightmare is particularly terrible, Purple Haze could slip out, making his appearance in the room. The first time it happened it scared the hell out his s/o, but, now, they don’t freak out anymore. If they leave him alone, he doesn’t do anything bad and, when Fugo had calmed down, he goes back to his user.

The rare times he has a free day, he wants to really take it easy. He takes his time to hug and cuddle his s/o, softly kissing them and talking with them in hushed whispers, even laughing a bit. They talk about anything: the team, the city, how things are going… these are their most private moments and they never give them up. If they’re particularly cuddly and needy, they’d kiss between a whisper and another, ending up making love, slowly and lazily sleepy, with relaxed and satisfied smiles and languid kisses. They have all the time of the world.

When they get up, they share the bathroom. While one takes a shower, the other brushes his teeth and then they exchange. Sometimes they enjoy the shower together, ending up hugging again and relaxing under the warm water jet. Then, they love to dry each other and it always becomes a worshipping session, with lot of kisses and soft cuddles. Fugo’s s/o tries to get as much affection as they can while they’re home, since outside he never shows a so affectionate side.

They prepare breakfast together. He cuts fruit and prepares orange juice, while his s/o brews the coffee or the tea and sets the table. They eat in a peaceful quietness, still talking in low voices, basking in the early sun’s warmth and each other’s company. He can’t even express how much he loves these moments, so quiet, so relaxed: it’s an immense help for his temper and anxiety, it gives him a break from his life that always runs and runs without giving him a moment to breath.

When the dishes are washed, he and his s/o dress up, still quietly talking. When he’s home, Fugo’s really talkative about anything his s/o prefers: sometimes they talk about philosophy, sometimes about the last news, sometimes even about the weather. No conversation with Fugo is ever boring: he could live up every topic and his s/o loves him also for this.

It’s finally time to go out: Fugo kisses his s/o before they’re out the door, then he tells -almost orders, by the seriousness of his eyes and voice- to be careful, to which his s/o always smiles and promises that they’ll be. Then they go on their ways, but, if they both are in Passione, Fugo’s going with them. He can pass a bit more of time with them, why should he waste these last minutes?

#jjba #vento aureo #bruno's gang #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #neutral s/o #morning routine hc #headcanons #not so sfw #anon ask

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