#sorry this ones a long scroll this hit home so i had many things to say as a stinky person

[kirbyskisses]

idk soft dom very tired jason todd has been holding my mind hostage 🫠 coming home after a long night and walking in on u devastated because u've been soaked for an hour (rip) but u can't make urself come so ur near / in tears when he finds u. i feel like u kinda hide urself from him bc he must be exhausted but also ask him to please help u maybe,,

hiiiii anon!!! sorry this took sooo long, university is kicking my ass. anyway; fem!reader, latino!jason w/ spanglish nicknames, vv soft, praise kink. i hope you like it!!! tagging: @mxonigirimiya @reveluving and @sems-diarie. also i guess this is a celebration because I JUST HIT 2K

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“fucking hate this city.” jason mumbles, lying to himself. if he truly hated gotham he wouldn’t be working so hard to defend it. he just hates how much the endeavor takes out of him.

still, he loves many a thing about gotham - principle of all, he loves that gotham has you. his one spot of hope, his angel of light who’s always smiling away in his apartment for him like a shining beacon in otherwise dark terrain.

but this time you’re not greeting his tired body at the door. you’re not shining that heart-melting smile in the kitchen. you’re not even ignoring his presence in the living room because your head is buried a book or focused on a show or because you’re agitatedly writing a document for work.

“baby?” he calls out, voice still distorted by the red hood helmet. he shrugs and takes it off. he gives an exhausted smile up spotting the clothes that you left out for him. it comforts him that they still carry a semblance of your comforting scent - it only makes him long to cuddle you in bed.

oh! the bedroom! he almost laughs at the idiocy of not thinking to check there, slipping on the pajamas expecting to find you having fallen asleep or gotten distracted from his earlier shout by scrolling through your phone.

he doesn’t not expect to see his pretty angel bouncing frustratedly on a fake silicon cock, wearing one of his oversized shirts, fingers desperately rubbing at your chubby clit. even in the dark with tired eyes, he thinks he can make out wet spots on the covers.

he doesn’t announce his presence with anything more than a cough and a click of the lamp; immediately your glossy eyes turn to him in embarrassment.

“you look like you need some help there, sweet thing.” he gives a tired smirk when your eyes meet.

“j-jay!” your voice cracks. “i didn’t - i thought-”

“were you waiting up for me?” he yawns a bit and walks his heavy form closer to you, arms caging you in as he leans over, green eyes admiring your trembling lips.

“had a bitch of a patrol - but clearly i shouldn’t have kept my baby waiting. let me make it up to you.”

“ ‘s okay. jay you’re tired a-and it’s late.” you sigh out, still stuttering from teetering on the edge of a high, foggy brain trying to be reasonable despite your boyfriend kissing down your neck.

“ay, cariño… how long?”

“how long?” you repeat, dumbfounded and he lets out a low chuckle.

“how long have you been trying to make her cum while i was gone?”

you feel yourself gush a little bit more at how jason refers to your core like its own person. you hesitate as he sucks a mark into your neck, threads of spit connecting his lips to the bruised skin.

“tell me, baby. don’t be embarrassed.”

“a-… an hour…”

“an hour? fuck, pobrecita… ‘m gonna take care of her now, aight? spread your legs for me.”

you do as he says, as always, gaining a smirk and a kiss to your clit from your act of obedience.

“she’s crying baby.” he pulls the soaked fake toy out and tosses it. he gives a teasing, unimpressed laugh, finger rolling over the soaking bud and making you whimper.

“heh. no wonder you couldn’t get off princess with that; i’ve gotten you too used to something bigger.” you hear the fabric of his boxers drop. “usually i’d use my tongue but you’ve gone and prepped yourself for me so well, mamita.”

“please…” you sniffle, still feeling bad for bothering him. “pl-please help, i don’t - jay, i don’t wanna wait anymore.”

he shushes you - his large, battle-scarred hand gentle stroking your cheek and the other guides his fat tip to kiss your warmth.

“sshh. i gotcha, sweetheart.”

“ ‘m sorry…” you whisper out still feeling like a burden for your neediness - lengthening his already difficult night.

“no. no te preo. don’t you be sorry. you did so good, mamita, y’know that? i should be thanking you for letting me have this sweet treat.” jason makes a loud groan as he inches in.

“fuckkk… i’ll take care of ya, sweet thing. you just relax and let me do everything fr’m here.”

jason loves to feel needed. if you need him, he’s there - no matter the cost or the exhaustion.

and if he gets to sink his fat cock into a soaking wet, tight little pussy while doing so - that’s just the cherry on top.

#jason todd x reader smut #jason todd #latino jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood #x reader #smut #request #kirby’s asks🌸

[strawberryya]

notice me!

pairing: jihoon x reader

synopsis: Your boyfriend has a hectic life, but he usually has at least a little time to spare for his girlfriend. Now it has been two months since he last spent some alone time with you and you're losing your mind just a little over it... luckily, angry make-up sex can solve any problem!

word count: 2.1k

genre/cw: smut, angry sex, also make-up sex, established relationship, feeling neglected in relationship and bad ways of handling said feeling, unprotected sex, manhandling, light choking, fem reader, musician/producer! woozi.

rating: 18+

a/n: I had a moment a couple weeks ago where I wrote this whole thing in one hour in the middle of the night, and then I forgot about it and now I'm in shock just a little bit... anyhow, yay angry sex with wooziiii

network tagging: @svthub @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kvanity-main

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You watched your boyfriend of two years looking at his phone, scrolling mindlessly across whatever app he found more interesting than his girlfriend sitting on the other end of the couch. You were barely wearing anything, a large t-shirt barely covering the sexy lingerie you had put on for tonight. 

“Jihoon, it’s been two months.” 

You wanted him to notice you. He had barely been home at your shared apartment for weeks. You knew his work was demanding, and that he gave it his all no matter what. But you have been feeling neglected lately. He had been coming home late, crashing on the couch instead of sleeping in your bed. Only giving you a chaste kiss before running off to work the next morning with a groggy “Sorry I missed dinner last night,” as a greeting. 

He hadn’t touched you in two months. You had counted the days, and after three weeks you were wondering if he wasn’t stressing too much about the latest album. After six weeks you had been feeling too horny for your own good, and your toys weren’t fulfilling your needs anymore. You wanted to feel him again. It didn’t matter how many times you came. It didn’t hit the spot. After two entire months of him being abstinent, you had begun getting snarky at the smallest things he did wrong. 

Jihoon looked up from his phone at your statement. He carelessly scratched his chin, making your pussy clench at the memory of those perfect hands being all over your body once upon a time. “Two months? Of what?” 

“Of you acting like a damn nun,” you said, dead serious. 

“A nun?!” He gasped out. 

“Yes! A nun!” You shouted back at him. 

He looked you over, sitting at the other end of the couch, dolled up more than usual and staring at him as if he had offended yuo great grandmother by existing. Then it seemed to click in his mind. “Oh,” was all he said.

Two months? Had it been that long? He knew very well that he had been resisting his urges, but he had managed for two entire months? He had been so busy with the new album, he had been staying late at the studio every day and waking up rushing back to the studio to put the new ideas he got during the night into reality. Two months without sex, and a pissed off girlfriend because of it. 

“I’m sorry?” 

You looked at him like he was an equation, mouth open just a bit as you stared at him in shock. “You’re sorry? What the fuck does that mean?” He was so clueless, you thought as you watched the dumb face he was making. (You still wanted that stupid handsome face of his to eat you out until you cried, but that was besides the point.)

Jihoon knew he had fucked up, you were pissed off and picking a fight, and he hadn’t made it better by not even knowing that he hadn’t slept with you in two whole months. 

“Do you even care? Because you don’t seem to care one bit about it since you didn’t even know! Do you not like me anymore? Are you not attracted to me anymore? Are you in love with someone else? Why the fuck would you go and cheat on me?!”

He stared at you in complete surprise. Cheating? “Hold up- hold up! What are you talking about?!” He said, flabbergasted at the way you seemed to have drawn the most far-fetched conclusions to this problem you could’ve possibly thought of. “I’ve been busy with the comeback! Please, baby, why are you acting crazy?” 

He shouldn’t have said that, he knew it the second the word left his perfectly plump lips. 

“Crazy? Did you just call me crazy? You haven’t seen crazy, you fucking asshole!” You shouted as you stormed out of the room. You were packing your bags, if he didn’t want to be with you anymore you wouldn’t be the one to stop him from moving on and sleeping with whoever else he wanted. Because it sure as hell wouldn’t be you after he had just called you crazy for noticing that he wasn’t interested in you anymore. 

“What are you doing?? Why are you messing up the apartment? Are you leaving?” he shouted, seemingly surprised that you didn’t feel like staying in an apartment that he was hellbent on making a girlfriend-free zone. 

“Yeah, I’m fucking leaving,” you grunt, shoving some shirts into your bag. You wouldn’t be able to grab it all but at least you could make it with the stuff you were throwing into it for a while. Y9ou could always borrow your friends’ stuff until you could get back all your clothes. “You’re pissing me off and I don’t wanna hate you.”

Jihoon was by the bedroom door now, hands pushing his hair out of his face as he watched you angrily packing your bags. How had he fucked up so badly that his girlfriend wanted to leave him like this? 

“Hate me? Baby, I really don’t know what I did to mess up this bad…” 

Of course, he didn’t understand, because apparently, your boyfriend was a freaking master at staying “pure”. He hadn’t even spent a single thought on you and what he could do with you. He only cared about his music. And you wouldn’t be the one to stand in his way if thats how he truly felt. 

“You don’t know?! Look at me Jihoon!” You threw the t-shirt off your body in an angry fit, making your boyfriend’s eyes widen. “I’ve been waiting for you to notice me, to care even a bit about me- about us- for months!! And tonight, I just can’t do this anymore. I’m losing my mind because you won’t fuck me, how stupid is that?” You nearly sobbed as you made it clear that you were frustrated in more than one way. You were so mad at him, and still, you couldn’t help but admire the way he looked so hot even now, his long black hair falling in pretty curls around his face and his lips shiny and pink. He looked so kissable it was like he was teasing you just by existing. 

“You got me all addicted to your cock and then you fucking left me to go through some kind of twisted withdrawal.” 

He gulped, his adam's apple moving in his throat, you didn’t even care to look at him anymore, you were angrily throwing your shit into the bag on the bed yet again, bent over and flaunting the tiny piece of fabric that tried it’s best to cover your ass. “You don’t even care,” you rumbled as you stuffed more things into the bag. He took in the way the lace set hugged your curves deliciously, he had been so busy with everything he hadn’t even noticed his own cravings. He had ignored it all for so long. 

“Shut up.”

His voice was deep, and commanding. Your breath caught in your throat, surprise and need mixing in an arousing blend that went straight to your head. “Excuse me?” Your movements paused completely. When you heard his footsteps approaching you hastily you looked at him, his gaze was darkened, and your core clenched around nothing as he pulled the bag from your grasp. Throwing it on the ground before he pushed your barely clothed body into the bed. 

“You think I don’t fucking care anymore just because you haven’t gotten dick in a couple weeks? Are you that desperate to be stretched like a little whore?” He growled in your ear, his bulge evident in the way he pressed against your ass. “I care, and I see you. So shut up.” 

You gasped at his harsh movements, neediness soaking your panties in record time. God, you were pathetic. 

“I haven’t eaten, I haven’t slept, and I sure as hell haven’t let myself even think about this sweet pussy of yours. I’ve been denying myself it all. But you’re right…” his hand pressed against your throat where you laid face down on the bed, “I’ve been neglecting you. You wanna know why? It’s because I knew that if I so much as looked at you, or held you in my arms while you slept so innocently, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything but fuck your tight little pussy all day and night.” His growling voice set off all kinds of sparks in your core. You needed him, now. 

You pushed your ass up against him, eating a groan from your boyfriend. “Such a little slut,” he mumbled, letting go of your throat and pulling himself back from you completely. You were dizzy from the hold around your throat, his perfect hands remembering just the way you liked to feel them around you. You were about to whine when his touch left your body when you heard the familiar shuffling of his clothes falling off his body. You wanted to see it, take his form in properly after all these weeks. But he was faster, pushing you back down against the bed before you got up. 

His erection pressed against your heat, making you moan as he prodded against the soaked fabric covering your entrance. 

“Jihoon, please,” you mewled, wiggling underneath his firm body. 

“Wanna shut up and let me fuck you then since you’re so fucking needy?” 

“Please, yes! Anything! Please fuck me!” You almost cried as you pleaded with him. 

“Sobbing over cock, you really are such a dirty girl for me.” He groaned as he let his pretty hands smooth over one of your asscheeks, smacking down hard and leaving a burning sting after him. Even that felt good. You needed him more than you had ever needed anything in your life. 

You felt him pull the sticky fabric from your core, pushing it aside in favor of pushing the head of his hard cock against your messy pussy. “I’m about to drown in you later tonight, just you wait.” He whispered before pushing past your entrance, slipping inside, your walls lubing his cock up as he entered. He ignored the way you were so tight it almost hurt to push all the way inside, your moaned pleas for him to go deeper, and the way you were gripping the sheets while he pushed all of himself inside of your dripping heat enough of a reason to push through. It had been so long since he had felt your walls gripping around him that he could’ve spilled his seed into you right then and there. 

He pulled himself together soon enough, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. Your ass which you had pushed up to meet his hips at first had been completely overpowered by the sheer force he was fucking you into the mattress with. You were coming for the first time within minutes. Screaming and sobbing as you finally came around him. He continued, repeating to you what a good toy you were, and how good of a girl you had been for holding out for him this long. 

When you were moaning again, closing in on a second orgasm he told you to come again. Lifting your ass up to balance you on your knees and chest, one of his arms wrapping around your hip to reach your clit, pressing down on it while he let his cock slip in and out effortlessly. Your arousal dripped down your thighs. You came undone and sobbed as he continued to overstimulate your abused cunt. 

He continued fucking you until he couldn’t take it anymore, his own orgasm crashing into him with such force it knocked the breath from his lungs. 

“That was one hell of an apology,” you said, breathless and still leaking cum, exhausted after having all your pent-up frustrations released all at once like this. 

Jihoon chuckled, a sound you had missed these past weeks as well. He really had been unusually absent in your life. It wasn’t just about the sex, you had missed him a lot. “I’m sorry for not being around as much,” he said, dragging a gentle hand over your back. You hadn’t had the energy to move a once from the position he had dropped your hips from once he had pulled out. 

“I just missed you, I’m sorry for lashing out.” 

“Don’t worry about it, just… next time you should just ask me to fuck you instead of threatening to leave me.”

You were embarrassed now, you had acted like a complete maniac, but my god - if that’s how he fucked a maniac, you wanted to stay crazy for the rest of eternity. 

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[shuuuuush]

I WOULD FIGHT FOR YOU ANYDAY [Kenny]

Summary: Kenny gets into a fight with someone who was talking bad about you behind your back.

Warnings: mentions of fighting and injury

A/N: I don't think I've seen many Kenny fics, so here's for Kenny lovers out there 🫶

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They say there is nothing like coming home and collapsing onto the sofa after a long and tiring day. In your opinion, anyway, it's the second best thing, the first is collapsing and going into a long hug with your boyfriend, Kenny.

You were out all day hanging out with some friends and just came home a few minutes before 8. You had gone grocery shopping half an hour earlier as you wanted to make Kenny his favourite dessert, apple crumble. And you haven't really cooked much for him lately, so you also wanted it to be a surprise.

Usually, he comes home at 9 on normal days. Depending on other days, he has boxing training, to which you mostly stay at home by yourself. But you knew today he had to shoot a video, so he'll be back at the normal time.

Cleaning yourself up and prepping the dinner, you got started on making the dessert. You smile as you remember watching Kenny's Come Dine With Me video. You remember his reaction to you laughing at his cooking skills, you love him but it was horrendous.

"I probably made a better apple crumble than you." He said, pouting at your laughing figure.

You grin, shaking your head. "Oh, I definitely make a better apple crumble." You said, still recovering from laughter.

After half an hour, the dessert was prepared, you left it on the counter to cool. All that was left was the waiting game.

5 minutes, Sitting on the couch, you decided to turn on the TV, just to wait out the time.

25 minutes, looking at the clock, you sighed. Maybe they just had a long day to record.

40 minutes, scrolling through your phone, debating whether or not to call him. You didn't want to disturb him either as it might interfere with their video. You ended up not calling him.

1 hour later. At this point, you concluded that Kenny was either not coming home or is going to come home very, very late. And the food was already cold, so you wrapped it up and put it in the fridge.

You sighed, looking at the clock once more, 10:21 pm. You decided to head to bed instead, halfway up the stairs you're thinking, maybe you should've called him. Pulling out your phone, you suddenly hear the jingling of keys unlocking the front door.

Running back down the stairs, heading towards the front door, you're about to question the man you love.

"Ken, you better have an amazing explanation fo-" You cut yourself off suddenly when you saw him. He had bruises on his face and a cut on his lip, clutching his left arm as he locked the door and drops his keys on the table.

"Hey love, sorry I was late..." His voice was lower than a whisper as he glanced briefly at your shocked figure than away.

A sudden hurt hit your heart after seeing his face. Your eyes widened, and you stood in shock for a split second before you quickly came over to help him. Bringing him over to the sofa and setting him down, careful not to hurt him.

You quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit, and you wet a small face towel. Rushing back to Kenny, you sat down and carefully started cleaning up his face.

"Baby, what happened? How are you feeling? Are you okay? Does this hurt when I touch it? When did this happen?" Bombaring him with all the questions, he took your hands and looked into your eyes.

"Love, one question at a time, please."

"Okay," you started, taking a deep breath, "What happened?"

"How about you clean me up first actually, then I'll answer that one. My face hurts like hell." He chuckled, shaking his head and looking back at you, rolling your eyes in response with a small smile.

You took the cold cloth and cleaned up the blood scar on his lip, then moving onto the bruises, slightly pressing onto it and asking if it hurt or not, to which he flinched, obviously indicating to you, it did.

Asking if there was any pain elsewhere, you remembered him clutching his arm earlier. You asked if he could remove his jumper so you could check his arm, to which he calmly complied.

There was a huge bruise along his left arm, and you got an ice pack from the freezer and put it around his arm, wrapping it around with a bandage gauze to keep it in place. Finally, your boyfriend was all patched up.

"Okay, Kenny, you have BIG explaining to do." You waited, watching with set eyes, hoping to know why the hell he came back to you injured.

"How about we head to bed? I'm pretty tired. Long day shooting the videos, you know?" He half smiled and started to get up.

"KENNY!" You weren't having any of that. You pulled him back and sat him back down, careful not to hurt him even though you were getting annoyed. "I'm not playing around. Tell me what happened. Now."

His head hung low, and he nodded and began telling you what happened.

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"Nah, nah, Niko, you're violating him." AJ doubled over with laughter, trying to recover his breath as they all were watching and listening in the van. Shooting another fake employee video and Niko was currently violating someone about their "bad breath."

"Ask him what he wants to order, then tell him to shush." Chunkz suggested giggling with the rest of the boys.

Over the phone, their conversation could be heard, "Oh yeah, what do you want to order?" "Yeah I'd like a-" "JUST SHUSH MAN."

All of the boys suddenly burst out of laughter at the tall man's actions. Time was up, and Niko returned to the van. It was Kennys turn to be a fake employee.

Walking up to the customers, the boys told him what to say to the person ordering. He did all they told him to say until this one customer tried to mess up the whole thing for Kenny.

He knew who Kenny was, and he ratted him out to the manager, the little snitch. Causing Kenny to get kicked out, and while doing so, the customer started cursing out Kenny, saying his boxing was trash and Kenny just ignored it and laughed off his insults, until the man mentioned you.

He started saying "Oh and that pathetic girlfriend of yours, she's not even pretty and that goes well with her ugly personality. Matches why she chose such an idiot person like you."

Kenny stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. Anyone who was around him could tell that he was mad, and the anger fueled swirling inside his dark eyes.

And where there's a boxer, there's a punch.

One punch led to another, and then there was a fight, the boxer and the man throwing punches at each other, causing the beta squad boys to run out, trying to stop Kenny.

"Yo Kenny, chill out, don't kill the guy!" Sharky said, holding Kenny back. Chunkz got in the middle of the two of them and told the man to back off, AJ screamed at the man to never come back, making him run away from the lot of boys.

"Calm, Ken, Calm." Niko tried soothing Kenny down after he was clearly outraged, placing one hand on his friends shoulder.

"No! This donny thinks he can talk bad about Y/N?? She's amazing, and the love of my life shall I remind you lot. I'm not letting that slide. That guy is proper mad if he thinks he can talk like that."

Kenny was fuming, still trying to break free from Niko and Sharkys grasp, but after some talk and calm words from the boys. He managed to let down his anger.

"Look, Kenny, I know you're mad and all, but you wouldn't want to return back to Y/N in pieces? If we didn't stop you, that idiot or you would've been in the hospital, bro." AJ stated, and for once, he actually tried to calm the boxer instead of trying to annoy him.

"AJ's right, bruva. Calm yeah, don't worry, we'll delete the footage. We can take you back to your house after." Chunkz said, putting a hand out on Kennys shoulder, reassuring him.

Throughout the ride back to his house, Kenny was wondering if you would have thought less of him if he didn't finish off the guy. Let him run away? Allow him to even speak about you like that in the first place? Or if you hated that he was too aggressive at times, and would it scare you off? All these questions floated in his head, worrying him even more to the second closer to his house.

When he arrived, he checked the time on his phone, 10:19 pm. He thanked the boys and exited the car, fumbling for his keys and in his mind trying to find out how to approach you.

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"And that's basically it." He admitted, a straight face, but you could see in his eyes, worry and confusion to your reaction.

You were still processing what he said, and then finally set on his eyes. You could honestly feel tears start to develop in your eyes, as you stare at this beautiful man, all that he did for you? And he thought that you would be mad at him for defending you?

Honestly, sometimes you think this man lets his hits to the face, hit his brain a little too hard.

You placed both of your hands around his face and made him look up at you, as he was looking down earlier. His gaze softened, and he could read it in your eyes that all those thoughts that he was afraid of weren't true and probably weren't ever going to be true.

"Kenny," you started still having your hands on his face, "You do realise that I would never be mad at you for protecting those you love? In fact, I'm really happy that you would do such a thing for me." Your lips curled into a soft smile when you saw in his eyes the relief he felt after hearing your words.

"I would fight for you any day, love." Kenny smiled back at you and leaned in to kiss you. A soft kiss but reassuring you and mostly himself that he would always love you and fight to protect you. And he would always be by your side.

Pulling away, you laid your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his torso, and he wrapped his around your waist. "Still, I don't like that you got hurt. But it did mean I got to take care of you for what you did." You laughed, causing Kenny to chuckle too.

"Also, I smelt something when I walked in here earlier?" He questioned, and you got up off of his chest and smiled widely.

"Apple crumble, baby." You winked and laughed as Kenny got up real quick to sit at the dining table waiting to try the apple crumble.

Right now, you wouldn't care about any other problem in the world. Everything that mattered to you was here right now, in front of you. And to give him what he deserved after what he did for you, it only seems fair for a king.

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[wandafiction]

Sounds Like A Date - Just Us Chapter 9

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1890

Series List | Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

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"Knock, knock." My sister's voice travels gently across the room, as she lets herself into my room. "Sorry to wake you, but you keep getting messages from an unknown number. They ask if you're still up for meeting today...."

"Today?" I shoot up from laying down and now sat facing my sister. "Pass me my phone please." 

She comes to sit next to me passing my phone off to me, I see a few notifications on my phone but specifically read the newest text.

Unknown: Are you okay? You're not replying? Please say this is your number. (10.43 a.m.)

"Shit." I groan as I unlock my phone to see the various messages I've received, scrolling back to the first one. 

Unknown: Hey Y/n! Just wanted to say I had an amazing time last night, and a lovely time this morning. Can't wait to see you again. (8.30 pm)

Unknown: Oh it's Wanda by the way. (8.31 pm)

Unknown: You made me feel so many things I haven't felt in a long time and some I've never felt before  (10.21pm)

Unknown: the gils say hellloooo. I ddnt tell them yhat mucj jusy that I splrt wit somon.  (10.53 pm)  (The girls say hello. I didn't tell them that much just that I slept with someone.)

I can only assume she was drunk at this point and I giggle to myself as I continue to read drunk texts from her that get harder and harder to understand as I go on. They range from telling me how sexy I am to a ramble about some friend drama. And then one text which is literally a bunch of letters.

Unknown: iralywnttocuagin (11.47 pm)

"What are you giggling at?" Carol peaks over my shoulder to read some of the messages. "Oh wow. Whoever it is is very drunk….she called you sexy? Oh my, is this a new girl?" 

"I don't know, we literally slept with each other Friday night, dropped her off Saturday late morning and then the panic attack happened. I can't believe I slept through the whole day and night." I rub my hands over my face as I continue reading the messages.

Unknown: Oh my god! I am so sorry about all the messages. I was completely out of it. (9.20 am)

Unknown: are you busy today? (9.30 am)

Unknown: is everything okay? You haven't messaged back at all? (9.50 am)

Unknown: I'm sorry that sounded rude. Just message me back. Please. (9.52 am)

Unknown: so Natasha has just informed me that I did indeed talk about our encounter on Friday night. Of course she is the only one who actually knows who you are.  (9.57 am)

Unknown: did I do something? Or are you regretting everything?  (10.13 am)

Unknown: I knew it was too good to be true (Message deleted) Unknown: you could have just said it was a one time thing for you instead of giving me your number. (Message deleted) Unknown: I'm more worried than frustrated. Are you okay? (10.34 am)

Shit! She thinks I'm ignoring her! But what do I tell her? I can't just be like 'hey, sorry I'm not ignoring you. I just had a fucking huge ass panic attack yesterday after getting home and have only just woken up.' No that would scare her away. She doesn't need to know about that.

"Can you help me message her so she doesn't get angry for the radio silence, but also doesn't run away?" I timidly ask my sister. Instead of replying she snatches my phone, types something in and passes it back. Oh god. I look down to see what she has said.

Y/n: Hey, I am so sorry. I got home and my sister surprised me with a surprise visit, and she made me turn my phone off so I could spend some 'quality' time with her. We stayed up way too late and I've only just woken up. (11.24 am)

Oh. That's not so bad. Carol places her hand on my back, rubbing it up and down for a few minutes while we sit in a comfortable silence.

"Thank you." It's the only thing I can say to her about yesterday and this morning.

"Always." She kisses my right temple, and I wince slightly. Okay why does that hurt, oh shit I hit my head as I went down. "Let's get that eye of yours sorted out, yeah?" 

"Is it bad?"

"Badass? Yeah!" We both laugh as she hoists me off the bed playfully shoving my back so I walk towards the bathroom. "But it does look like you lost the fight to the counter. It's a nice black eye though, you wear it well."

"Well I guess that's good." Ping. I turn to look at my phone and smile at the message I see.

Unknown: It's okay. I understand, siblings are important. I hope you're not too tired, I wondered if you wanted to meet today? 

~unknown~ changed to ~Wanda~

Y/n: I'm not too tired at all. What have you got planned?

I sit down on the stool in the bathroom, while Carol grabs a washcloth to give my face a clean. As she is wiping it she is looking down at me with those oh so caring eyes she has, maybe a little sadness, but also understanding. She smiles gently down at me as my eyes light up when another message comes through.

Wanda: Well I was thinking maybe going to a small café for a drink, some food. Then maybe go for a walk in the local park that's there, just talk and get to know one another. Then maybe head back to yours for a movie?

Wanda: or we could head to mine? Up to you really? So what do you say?

Y/n: sounds like you're asking me on a date? 

Wanda: What if I was? What would you say? 

Y/n: I would say, yes. Yes I like the idea of the date. Do you want me to pick you up from yours or meet at the café?

Wanda: Pick me up, please? 🥺

Y/n: Of course princess. What sort of time?

Wanda: In an hour? 

Y/n: I will see you then. I need to sort myself out so I will let you know when I'm leaving. 

Wanda: okay! See you soon! 

"A date? Huh." My sister's voice brings me back from looking at my phone, her curious gaze on mine.

"What?" I put my phone on the side, as I stand up to look at my face in the mirror. Well shit that's going to take a lot of makeup to hide.

"Nothing. Just proud of you." She brings my body into hers gently wrapping her arms around my body, even though I tower over her, she always gives the best hug.

"I'm proud of myself too." I rest my chin on the top of her head, slightly bending down to match her height better.

"How long has it been?" She looks up at me, so I move to stand up straight to look down at her from a more comfortable position. 

"I haven't had a date since Stephanie." She hums in response hugging me tighter at the mention of my ex's name. She pulls out of the embrace her hands on my cheeks gently rubbing them, avoiding my eye.

"Okay, well let me know how it goes. Also if this is going to go somewhere I want to meet her." I go to say something but she puts her hand in front of my face telling me to stop. "Not straight away, no. Maybe after month 1 or 2. You need to be sure this is what you want, and that it's going to work. If it is, well, then I will meet her. Only to make sure you don't find yourself in a situation you've you've in before. Okay?"

I'm not even going to argue, she is my older sister of course she is going to be over protective. "Okay."

"You listen hear….wait….Okay?" She seems surprised by my response, I mean I would normally try and make excuses. However, I know she won't let it go so why let this go on.

"Okay." I see her smile up at me.

"Okay then. Now do you need help with your makeup." She points a finger at my eye.

"Please." I say as I hand her the makeup bag, sitting on the counter next to the sink. I hardly wear makeup, but I have it for PR events and other business events.

It doesn't take long for Carol to do my makeup, making sure all of the blue and purple of my black eye is coveted nicely. She suggested wearing sunglasses, which only works if it's sunny; and it's not. It's currently overcast but the weatherman said there's no chance of rain, that's good at least.

"So it's a date?" Carol asks, when she comes to join me in the walk-in closet.

"That's what she said." I look around the clothes that are hanging up trying to decide what to wear.

"You slept with each other Friday, and are now going on a date today. Which for your information is Sunday." She turns her head to look up at me.

"Yeah why?" I ask as I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans holding them up against some tops.

"Nothing, just seems like you're both diving in head first." She brings over a plain white sweatshirt holding it against the jeans.

"Is that a bad thing? I mean people who online date, technically class their first meetings as a date right?" I place the sweatshirt and jeans on the island in the closet and head over to grab some shoes.

"No it's not a bad thing but it's like you missed steps 1 to 3 and skipped straight to sex and now are doing steps 1-3." She laughs as she brings over a light brown overcoat placing it on the island with the other clothes.

"Well isn't that how mom and dad met? A one night stand turned into 13 years of marriage." I raise an eyebrow in question as I turn to her, showing her some simple black vans in my hand.

"You're right, I know nothing." She laughs as she chucks me my clothes from the island.

"Exactly, you and Maria met in the air force, and you being the ever romantic person you are, took her on plenty of dates before actually doing the deed. Now look at you. Your married, you have Monica and that stupid ginger cat." Her eyes light up as I mention her wife and child, the biggest smile plastered on her face.

"You're right, I know nothing about one night stands, apart from mom and dad's story. Now get changed and go on your date before she thinks you stood her up." She gives me a pointed look as she leaves the walk-in. "Oh by the way, I'm staying for a couple of days. Want to catch up with people." She shouts behind the closing door...fun.

Y/n: Just putting on my shoes, leaving now.

Wanda: I will see you soon y/n.

Y/n: see you soon Wanda.

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #just us series

[melaninmight]

lemon cream pie

- mirio togata x reader | wc: 2.3k

꒰ ᥫ᭡ ꒱ — synopsis :: dessert after a long day? yes please. 

꒰ ▹ ꒱ — ‘all mine’ (slowed; plaza)

꒰ ᥫ᭡ ꒱ — cw :: dom / sub relations, a little fingering, pussy lapping (f.receiving), cock sucking (m.receiving), praise, cum swallowing, reader is a college student, mirio’s hero name is lemillion

꒰ 🍋 ꒱ — tag(s): @tojibreedingme @thicksimpx

꒰ ! ꒱ — disclaimer (s) : bnha manga + anime franchise belongs to horikoshi ; this fic was written w/ black reader in mind. minors DNI !

Earbuds on, the sound of RiRi’s “Disturbia” drumming your ears, you drowned out the chaos of the outside world while your eyes scrolled through a book in your hands. One hand held the hardcover book, the other gently turning to the next page. Though you weren’t much of a bookworm, you couldn’t put the book away. Your investment  in the plot and characters has kept you occupied for the past half hour since class ended.

This week has been a stressful, busy week. Your professors had gone through a load of coursework, much to the dismay of you and many other classmates. Luckily, you didn’t seem to mind, since you were pretty proficient at holding yourself accountable when completing homework on time.

Then again, you knew not to ignore your mental well-being, so you found solace in reading to escape the stress.

You looked up for a brief minute to look up at the sky, the sun hitting your melanated skin. Curls danced to the small breeze, brown eyes glimmered through squinted eyes as your arm covered them for shade.

Little did you know, a face peered out of the campus wall behind you.

“Hiya sunshine!”

You squeaked, heart racing as you turned towards the voice’s direction. Your wide eyes met the face of Mirio peeking out the campus walls.

Taking a deep breath, you muttered. “M-Mirio! Don’t scare m-me like that.”

Mirio giggled, “Sorry about that sunshine. You were so immersed in your bubble, I was afraid to pop it!”

You sighed. “Don’t worry about it, blondie. You lucky you weren’t some bozo, otherwise your ass would’ve been splattered against that wall like a pie.”

The blonde laughed as he smoothly made his way out of the wall.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, his cheeky smile never leaving his face.

“Yep,” you eagerly stuffed your book back inside your backpack, removing your earbuds from your ears before rolling ‘em up and stuffing ‘em inside the pocket compartment. Zipping up your backpack, you stood from the wooden park bench, standing by Mirio’s side as he held your hand, leading you both walking to the direction of his apartment.

You and Mirio have been dating for quite a while. Most of his friends and colleagues know of or know about you, so your relationship was no secret. Of course, some made it known they didn’t like y’all together and wouldn’t miss an opportunity to rub their bias in your face, but who cares?  If that ain’t good enough, the two of you live not too far from one another. Besides his hero duties, the two of you would walk home together to chill with one another to end a hectic school day. And this day was one of those days where you two will finally rewind and spend time together.

Just thinking about all the fun things you can do made you flush in excitement, holding Mirio’s hand tightly.

He looked over to you curiously. “What’s wrong, sunshine?”

You choked up a bit, shaking away the daydreams.

“N-Nothin. Nothin at all, suga bear.”

He smiled warmly, wrapping his arm around you as he pulled you in to leave a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Did I ever tell you you’re so cute when you blush?”

Warmth spreads across your cheeks.

“S-Shut up!” you squealed, giggling as your hands intertwined.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Opening the door to your apartment, you didn’t hesitate to slip off your shoes and ran through the halls and into the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. A satisfied groan vibrates your throat, melting into the soft sheets.

“I missed you so much, beddy boo.”

You heard Mirio pout from behind, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door.

“What about me?”

Getting yourself adjusted and sitting up on the bed, you opened your arms for him.

“Of course I missed you, dummy. I miss you every day.”

He let out a chuckle, walking over to you and leaning down to be trapped in your embrace, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling and sitting you up on his lap once he was settled on the bed.

You remained in each other’s embrace for a while, taking a moment to take in your warmth, scent, and comfort. It had been a cool minute since you both had a moment of privacy since he took on the role of Lemilion. You were proud of him and his tireless effort to be a hero that anyone can look up to for protection. Yet, despite the calls and texts to assure you that he was okay,  not a day went by that you didn’t worry about him. Days like these were ones you looked forward to; him coming home to you in one piece put you at ease. This way, you felt safe, and he never failed to provide that safety.

“(Y/N).”

Mirio broke the silence.

“Hmm?” you hummed.

You felt him pull away, his arms still around your waist as he stared down at you, his blue eyes hinting a lustful glow.

Flustered, you bit your lip and tore yourself away from his gaze.

His fingers grazed your chin, gently pulling your face forward before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You immediately reciprocated, hands now traveling from his back down to his shoulders, laying gentle massages.

You melted deeply into the kiss when his tongue slithered into your mouth, dancing in harmony with your own.

A moan unexpectedly left your lips, much to his excitement. He responds with a low growl, one hand remained on your waist while the other twirled your curls.

Slowly, you felt yourself being lowered on the bed, your back pressed against the soft silk sheets, his chest pressed against yours as the make-out intensified.

Mirio pulled away in time for you both to take a breath, a trail of saliva connecting your lips broke apart. Your chest rose with each breath, your brown eyes staring up at him with the same lustful hue.

Oh, how you looked so sexy, he thought to himself.

“Sunshine,” he purred. “You never fail to get me riled up.”

Your lips twitched into a teasing smile.

“And if I failed?”

“Well,” he chuckled while raising his shirt off of him, showcasing his abs. “Then that’d mean I’d have to punish you.”

How can he say that with such calmness? Then again, the thought of seeing a dominant Mirio did turn you on, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to hide your arousal. Biting your lip, you gently brushed your knee against his groin, prompting him to hiss from the sensitivity of his crotch.

“Careful now, you don’t want to go too far. I won’t be able to hold back with you teasing me like that,” he threatened in between shaky breaths.

His large hands moved to raise the shirt off of you, exposing your breasts hidden behind a black lace bralette. Removing the fabric in one swoop, he quickly cupped your breasts, rubbing it in circular motion. You bite your lip a lil’ harder, doing your absolute best to hold in your moans. You almost made a noise when he rubbed his thumb against your perky nips, before leaning in and latching one in his mouth.

You yelped, shaky breaths escaping your lips as you watched his assault on your nips.

After giving your breasts some love, the blonde moved down to your stomach, leaving a trail of gentle kisses before reaching your lower body.

He licked his lips, lust-filled eyes glancing at the sides of lace panties sticking out of your pants. Gliding his hands from your breasts down to your sides, he gently pulled down the pants, tossing them out of the way.

“Hmm? Getting wet for me already, aren’t you sunshine?” Mirio teased, tracing his finger across your slit, causing you to squirm underneath his touch.

He then went on to remove the panties, watching as a string of your arousal broke apart between the fabric and your entrance.

Throwing your panties to the side, he didn’t waste any time rubbing his nose against your sensitive folds.

“M-Mir-“ you whimpered, yet was stopped when you felt a gentle slap against your thigh.

“I don’t recall telling you to call me that when you’re underneath me, angel,” he smiled, his blue orbs glancing up at you as he slickly swiped his finger across your wet folds.

“What’s my name?”

“D-Daddy~” you begged. “Don’t tease me, p-please.”

“Mmh, no promises,” he giggled.

You felt your cheeks glow warmly when you heard a change in his tone.

“Besides, I gotta mark my territory,” he growled, wasting no time to glide his tongue against your clit.

The gasp you tried to hold on couldn’t be kept away any longer. It may not have been the first time you’ve experienced this feeling, but since it’s been a while since you’ve shared these moments made this one feel more pleasurable, and you were loving it.

Your moans and whimpers, mixed with the sounds of him sucking, gulping, and lapping your juices filled the room, the sexual aroma engulfing you both like a bubble.

Mirio made sure to savor your scent and flavor, his mouth coated in your juices, gulping loudly as another orgasm coursed through your body, squirting more juice all over his face and mouth. He lapped it up as though it were his last meal.

Now satisfied, he rose up to stare you down, his tongue swiping across his lips to clear away your flavor.

“Your taste is so divine, babe,” he chuckled. “I may need to eat you out more often.”

You pouted, a soft glare framing your face.

“No fair. You can eat my pussy, yet I ain’t got no dick?”

Mirio’s eyes widened, laughing nervously as he scratched his neck, a trail of sweat leaving his forehead.

“Couldn’t hold myself, sunshine. You’re just so sexy, I needed to get a taste of you.”

You flushed. Quickly, you rose up and pushed him down on the bed, bringing the blonde by surprise.

“S-Sunshine? What are you–”

“Hush up, pretty boi. I’m gettin’ even with you,” you purred, a soft smirk forming your lips.

Your hands trailed from his chiseled chest down to his pants, fingers playing with the belt until it clicked off. Gliding it off his jeans and throwing them to the side, you pushed down his pants, throwing them atop his belt, now leaving him in his boxers.

You saw the hard frame of his bulge peeking out from the fabric, your index finger poking at him.

He hissed at your touch. “A-Ahah..”

A seductive giggle left your lips.

“This’ll be fun~”

Your hands proceeded to pull his boxers down, allowing his cock to rise freely, his scent filling your nostrils. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it certainly smelt like dick.

Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss on his tip before engulfing him in your mouth.

“U-Ugh, s-sunshine,” he muttered, his face flushed as he glanced down at you, sucking his cock so seamlessly.

Bobbing your head up and down, sucking and gagging every inch of him, his pubic hair tickling your nose the more you tapped his balls.

“T-That’s it, princess. You…,” he gasped. “...know how to suck my cock…” Another shaky breath. “... l-like a champ.”

His strong hands grab ahold of your head, his fingers tangled underneath your curls.

For a bit, you glanced up at him with tear-filled eyes, your brain too foggy to comprehend as you shoved his cock deeper into your mouth

“F-Fuck baby…” he choked. “I-I can’t…”

“Mmgh,” you gagged, his tip hitting your throat the more you brought him deeper in your mouth.

“C-Cum. I-I’m gonna–,” Mirio shook as he brought your head down to a halt, his warm seed filling your mouth.

Closing your eyes shut, you were surprised by the chunk load he released, some spilling out of your mouth. You did your best to gulp down every last drop of him before releasing his bulge.

Once he caught his breath, Mirio looked down to see a bit of leftover semen on your lips, a wave of embarrassment flushed his face.

“I-I’m so sorry sunshine! I-I didn’t mean for it to…” he stuttered.

You giggled, licking your semen stained lips.

“It’s fine suga. That was quite a hefty meal,” you winked at him.

He chuckled nervously, leaning up to cup your cheek and press his chapped lips against yours in a soft kiss, the salty taste still lingering.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you melted into the kiss, one hand traveling up his head, fingers brushing through his blonde hair while the other remained on his thigh.

The both of you let each other fall back onto the bed, with you at the bottom while he towered over you, your tongues twirling in rhythm.

“M-Mir Mir,” you whimpered.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, gently sucking on your tongue before pulling away, leaving behind a trail of saliva connecting your lips.

Your chest rose with each breath, a little tear running down your cheek as your brown orbs stared at his blue ones.

The blonde heaved a sigh. “Well, I’m hyped up now. You down for round 2?”

You groaned. “Can’t we freshen up and chill for the rest of the day.”

You didn’t hide your exhaustion, turning to the side and resting your eyes.

Mirio laughed. “C’mon don’t be such a sissy. You sucking my willy was just a warm up”

Immediately you turned back around to face him. “A warm up??! Says who?”

You yelped when you felt yourself being pulled forward by the legs, your face glowing bright red inched away from his.

“Do I have to say it, princess?” he chuckled cheekily.

“Now, be a good girl and allow me to stuff you real nicely.

You’re in for a wild ride.”

♡

꒰🌙 ꒱ ─ extras :: 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ∿ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ∿ 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ∿ 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡

꒰ 🍂 ꒱ ─ author’s note :: been in a mirio mood for too long. thought i share da mood with ya. enjoy :)

© melaninmight, 2022. do not translate, plagiarize, or post on other socials w/out permission.

#melaninmight #college au #bnha #bnha smut #bnha x y/n #lemillion #mirio togata #mirio smut #mirio x reader #f!reader #poc reader #minors fuck off #minors dni #kinktober 2022 #edit later #<3333

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

New years eve for Steve was always sort of disappointing. His parents were always away on some kind of "important business trip" and his 'friends' always came over to party and left a huge mess the next day to clean. It sucked. His nannies sent cards though and he always kept them safe in a box under his bed. Not that he was worried about his parents finding them but just to hold and read over and over when he got sad or lonely. After high school he would drive around to different restaurants or diners. Try to trick his mind in to thinking he was at a party or surrounded by loved ones. Robin was great but she needed family time and he never pushed he away from that. She wanted to be with her folks and he genuinely loved that for her.

He got dressed and looked at the map of his next diner to go to. A small mom and pop shop that boasted the best meatloaf ever. He pulled up the directions on his phone and called them just to make sure they would be open for a while. "Hello, Munson's. We're open our regular business hours. No we don't take reservations. How can I help you?" Steve laughed. "Well actually that was very helpful. Although I do hope that meatloaf is as good as you advertise." The voice on the other side got serious. "I would never exaggerate the quality of our meat." Steve made a face and the other person choked. "I know how that sounded I'm so sorry I did not think about it at all." Steve chuckled. "Well I look forward to trying your best meat." And hung up.

He pointed at his reflection. "Hey. What the fuck was that? A felony. Is what that was. Relax." But oh man that voice was so nice. Deep and throaty. Perfect pitch too. Steve pointed the other hand at his reflection. "Enough. Chill."

He got in the car after he could think about anything else and drove up. Meatloaf and broccoli, and mashed potatoes maybe, sounded so good. On the way back he could stop and get some good champagne and cheers himself to a new year. Happy with his plans and blaring some music he was content with everything. Which of course meant everything went sideways.

On the way his tire went out. Luckily there was a tire place because surprising no one that was his spare. The tap to pay was down and he had to use his emergency cash from the glove compartment. And he was getting really hungry and cranky. He finally found a spot to park because, of course, there was no parking lot. Steve finally made his way in and was hit with the best smells. Maple syrup and bacon and mozzarella cheese. Fuck he was hungry.

He waited by the counter and there was a guy maybe a few years older than him who waved his way. "Give me a minute I'll be right there." Oh it was the guy from the phone. He was covered in tattoos from what Steve could see and had long hair in a bun under a net. His boots had so many chains and little things hung from them. When he finished up with the group he was with and punched the other in on the tablet he turned to Steve. "Sorry about that. Staying here or taking your fine feast home?" Steve shook his head. "Here I think." The man blinked at him and smiled. "Ok I'll take you to your seat. Table or booth?" "Oh booth please."

He walked Steve over to his seat and handed him a menu. "Just flag me when you're ready. I'm Eddie by the way. Nice to meet you I'll be taking care of you tonight." Steve smiled, turning the charm up just a bit. "Ok Eddie, thank you." Eddie blinked again and walked away. Steve played with his nails. Ah man. He made it awkward. He made a quick glance at the menu but just waited till Eddie. Nope. His server would come back to order.

A little while later Eddie kind of shuffled his way over. Steve toned it down and smiled politely. "Ready?" Eddie looked almost disappointed and Steve made quick work of ordering and Eddie all but scrambled to get his order to the kitchen. Steve scrolled through some apps. Mostly stalking Robin on Twitter. A little while later Eddie brought out the food and Steve dug in. Ok yeah. The ads did not exaggerate even a little. This was fucking amazing. He texted Robin and she sent a gif of someone rolling their eyes. He stuck his tongue out at his phone and got lost in scrolling and people watching. Only sort of eating when he remembered. "Everything ok?" Steve jumped in the air. "Jesus!" Eddie held his hands up. "Sorry. Sorry. Should have walked the other way." Steve held a hand to his chest. "No you're fine. The food is great. Really great quality meat you guys have."

Eddie groaned. "Oh no you would be the guy from the phone. Look. I'm so sorry about that I wasn't really thinking. It was super unprofessional. Don't worry my uncle heard it and gave me an earful." Steve laughed. "No you're fine it was funny." Eddie played with his lip. "No I'm just glad you took it ok." Steve smiled. "Banter is one of my greatest talents. Taking it is what I'm best at." Eddie's eyebrows shot up and Steve covered his face. "That. That wasn't. I mean. It was funny. But not what I was going for." "You don't usually go for taking things people give you?" Steve grinned. "Oh its so on." Eddie held out his hand and Steve gave his phone over. "Should save your number as best quality meat." Eddie scoffed. "It wasn't my best please don't let that be my legacy." Steve rested his head in his hand. "Oh I don't know. What should I save you as then?" Fully committed to flirting with the hot waiter. Robin was going to lose it. She would be fully hiding under the table for this. Eddie typed in something and locked his phone. "I have a few hours left. I'll call you later."

Steve paid and hopefully didn't imagine the world's prettiest eyes staring at him on the way out.

A few hours later Steve was in the tub, sipping on probably the grossest champagne, texting Robin who was hiding in her parent's bathroom. She needed some downtime and was apparently faking an upset stomach. Steve was telling her about his day and she just sent a voice memo of her absolutely losing it. "Steve!! You could have been kicked out!" He frowned. No he could read people pretty well. And Eddie seemed more encouraging than not. His phone rang and 'Diner Daddy' was calling. "Ugh no awful I'm changing that name." He answered. Eddie laughed. "Sorry I couldn't really think of anything clever. Pretty boys have that effect on me I think." Steve pretended to sigh. "Well. It's not awful. I'll keep the Daddy. Just get rid of the Diner."

Eddie sucked in some air. "Or just put your name in." Steve backpedaled a bit. "Uh no I mean either works." Steve shrugged and changed the name to Eddie with a little black heart and the chain emoji. Safe enough, but he would know what he meant.

"Do you want to come back out and join me and some other people? We're throwing a party, we have fireworks and some more food." Steve hummed. "Yeah that sounds great! What should I bring?" "Nothing but that gorgeous face and even better ass. See you later." Eddie hung up and Steve pushed himself under the water. That's not fair, Eddie got the last word in and he's blushing hard enough to boil the water. He got a text of a pin and a time. He had a few hours to get ready and he scrambled to get going. Face routine, best cologne, and tightest pants. Steve stared at his reflection and decided on gloss and a soft sweater. It was nice enough to not be a jacket but he could not deal with the cold. He snapped a picture and sent it to Robin. 'Good?' She replied with a cartoon gif of some wolf howling and he smiled. She was the best.

Steve pulled up to a driveway covered in lights and people mingling and laughing. Music was playing from somewhere and he saw a lot filled with other cars. He parked and came out to Eddie walking over. "You made it! He looked great. Same pants and boots but his shirt was all cut up and Steve could barely make a band name out. "Yeah of course! It's been a while since I've been out here. Used to walk the woods and stuff when I was a teenager." Eddie grinned and held a hand out. Steve took it and they walked up to the house. "Gonna introduce you to my uncle and some friends."

He introduced Wayne and Jeff and Gareth. And another guy Steve almost immediately forgot the name of. Shit. The names sounded familiar though. "Oh are you the band? I forget the name." Dustin never stopped talking about them. Steve would definitely lord this over him though this summer. Eddie jumped around. "So you've heard of us merry men?" Steve smiled. "Sort of. The kids I watch listen to you though. Hogging the Bluetooth whenever they can." The guys smiled and looked at each other. "We're gonna make it big one day." Jeff said. "I believe it. Don't forget Hawkins when you're all living in your penthouses with your trophy wives." They laughed and made more small talk while Wayne cooked more food.

Eddie pulled Steve aside after a little bit. "Do you think we'll be famous? I mean I know we will be but. Are you kind of talking out of your ass?" Steve stared. "I think you will. Even if you don't the kids think the world of your music so." Steve shrugged. "You're already making an impact." Eddie nodded and swallowed. "Thanks. Thank you." Steve bumped his shoulder. "It's gonna be midnight soon. Want to light some fireworks?" Eddie grinned a little manic. "Oh absolutely."

They grabbed a few sparklers and Steve took some photos before Eddie walked away to light the big ones. He pulled out a timer and Steve waited almost impatiently for the fireworks. He looked around at everyone paired off or holding hands or cuddled in to each other and something very small, very cold let go of his chest. Silently he started crying. He wasn't upset or anything he just. He's never seen so much love in so many people. Everyone looked excited or nervous and he laughed. Eddie came up next to him, and reached for his hand.

"Can I kiss you? Please. For new years?" "Yes absolutely." Steve whispered and when people started counting down, Eddie held his jaw up. At 6 Steve felt Eddie's breath on his lips. At 3, their eyes closed. And when people started cheering at 1 and the fireworks went off, they kissed. God it was perfect. The laughter of loved ones. The lights around them. Eddie pulled Steve closer and for the first time in a long time, Steve felt right at home.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #alternate universe #not canon

[floralcyanide]

10,000 Miles

Long Distance Relationship Austin Butler x Reader

>> finally finished one of my WIPs! I had this idea one day and just had to write about it. PLEASE MIND THE WARINGS. I don't suggest reading this around other people lolll. also I'm sorry if this is formatted weird I'm posting from my phone 😬

pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

warnings: smut, minors please don't interact!! please!!!, oral (f and m receiving), mutual m*sturbation, squirting, dirty talk, I hope I'm not forgetting anything

word count: 3715

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Austin Butler. Your boyfriend of almost two years that you have yet to ever see in person. When the two of you met over Tinder, the pandemic had just hit, and Austin was all the way in Australia filming Elvis. He wasn’t able to come home, and you weren’t able to fly to Australia. In the beginning, you were genuinely shocked when the two of you matched. You had swiped right and thought nothing of it- you figured it was one of those too good to be true things in life and that he would never swipe right on you. But one day, you woke up, and there the notification was that Austin had, in fact, matched with you. Shock didn’t even describe what you were feeling. You knew who Austin was, and you had seen him many times on television as a teenager. You always thought he was charming and cute, and it turned out he was exactly that. Except you only know that because of texts, phone calls, and facetime instead of face-to-face experience.

Today, that’s about to change. Austin is finally coming back to America after finishing filming. You’re at the airport in the waiting area at his flight gate, scrolling through your phone. You anxiously look up from it every minute to ensure you haven’t missed him leaving the plane. It’s almost time for his flight to land, and your nerves are torn up. So many questions are running through your head. What if Austin doesn’t like what he sees? What if I look different in person? What if I’m not what he wants? What if he’s different in person? What if, what if, what if? Austin is a big celebrity now, and you’re just, well, you. You have a job and go to college, and that’s about it. Of course there’s nothing wrong with that, but in comparison to Austin, you don’t have an exciting life.

The screen that shows what time the plane is landing changes and now says Austin’s plane is in the process of landing. It feels like your heart skips an entire beat. It’s going to be about ten more minutes before Austin actually exits the plane. Those ten minutes are dragging by ever so slowly. You swear you’ve looked up from your phone every thirty seconds on the dot. You get sucked into a TikTok rabbit hole and forget where you are for a few minutes. Until in your peripheral, you see a large number of people walk past you. You hurriedly shove your phone in your pocket and stand up from your seat, eyeballing the crowd of people leaving the terminal.

You’re a reasonable distance away from the terminal, so you can easily spot Austin from afar and give yourself a second to have an initial reaction without being seen. A tall man with a beanie stands out in the crowd, and you recognize his face. It’s Austin. You gasp- you can hardly contain your excitement. Finally, he makes eye contact with you, luggage in hand. He stops and drops his bags, and a rush of adrenaline fills you as you all but run in his direction. You throw your arms around Austin’s neck as he pulls you as close to his body as possible in a crushing hug. You squeeze him back as hard as you can. Now that you have him in your arms, you never want to let go. But after a few minutes of holding each other, you both eventually pull away.

“Let me look at you,” Austin smiles, holding you by your face as he studies it.

You gaze up at him lovingly with the biggest smile on your face. This is everything you imagined it’d be.

“You’re more beautiful in person,” he tucks some hair behind your ear softly.

Your face burns at the compliment, even though Austin has told you that you’re beautiful more times than you can count. But this time, it’s different. This time it’s in person, in front of you, and to your face.

“And you,” you slide your hands from around Austin’s neck to his face, “Are far more handsome in person.”

He hums with a smile before leaning in to kiss you. When your lips meet, it’s gentle and soft. You have to contain yourself and only kiss him for a few seconds because you’re still in public. Pulling away almost reluctantly, you take in his face immediately after kissing him for the first time. Austin’s eyes are still closed, and there’s a content smile on his pretty lips. You planned on having your way with those lips later on. But for now, you’ll enjoy the simplicity of being in his presence.

“We should get going if we wanna beat traffic,” you whisper, causing Austin’s eyes to snap back open.

“Yeah, we should get out of here,” he says before grabbing his bags.

You grab some of his luggage for him despite his protests, and the two of you leave the airport and head to Austin’s apartment. You both live in L.A., which means you’ll be seeing each other whenever Austin isn’t away filming. However, for the next week, you’ll be staying over at his place, so you won’t have to worry about going back and forth from your apartment every day. Austin’s palm and fingers take up almost your whole thigh as you drive. He keeps his hand there the entire way to his apartment as he sneaks glances at you when not looking at his phone. Austin had to be touching you in some form since he went without being able to for so long. Two years of just texting and calling were sometimes miserable. Especially if either of you needed comfort or intimacy. Both of you are incredibly touch starved at this point between the longing and separation. Of course, there were times the two of you had to compromise. Phone sex wasn’t out of the equation entirely. It embarrassed you the first time you had touched yourself with Austin on the phone listening, but over time it became easier. Facetiming while getting off was far more intense. You could see each other while doing that, at least. Sexting wasn’t rare- it was actually the easier form of sex between the two of you, especially when you both were busy all the time. If you had to choose from all three, you would prefer facetime. But now, it’s safe to assume you and Austin will prefer the real thing over all else.

Even though you’re both ready to jump each other’s bones at any second, today will be spent getting to know each other a little more and resting. You know each other inside and out despite being ten thousand miles away for two years, of course, but getting to know someone face-to-face is a whole other deal. Plus, Austin is incredibly jet-lagged, so he probably isn’t as energetic right now. Finally, you reach his place and bring inside all of his luggage. You insist Austin get some rest, and you can just chill out while he does, but he refuses.

“Let me shower, and I’ll just stay with you in the living room. I’m not that tired,” Austin argues.

You sigh, “Fine. But you’ll be super tired tomorrow, pretty boy.”

He strides over to you in the living room from where he’s standing in the hall, grabbing your face again, “Pretty boy, huh?”

Heat shoots up your neck at his sudden proximity, “Yep. Now go shower before you get distracted,” you chuckle.

“Too late for that,” Austin mumbles before connecting his lips to yours.

Now it’s just the two of you alone in Austin’s apartment, and you can kiss however you want for however long you want. It’s a dangerous game when you’ve never been around each other. Austin has you pulled as close to him as possible, his hands gripping your face like you’re going to vanish from his touch any second. He deepens the kiss, running his tongue over your bottom lip. You pull away, much to his disliking.

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Go shower and unpack. I’ll still be here,” you say, putting a hand on his cheek, to which he nudges his face into your palm in response to your touch.

“Fine,” Austin drawls before kissing your nose and walking towards his bedroom.

You remain in the living room, where you sit on the couch and surf through streaming platforms until you finally settle on your favorite show. You’ve seen it tens of times, but you don’t care. Just something to do until Austin finishes what he needs to do. After a while, you nearly forget where you are from being so engrossed in the show. It isn’t until your boyfriend walks up next to you that you’re shaken out of it.

“Why am I not surprised you’re watching this?” Austin chuckles before sitting next to you.

You roll your eyes and playfully shove his arm, “It’s my favorite. Of course I’m watching it.”

Austin just smiles at you. He can’t get over you being here with him right now. He pulls you into his side, burying his face in your neck. He stays like that for a while, and eventually, you feel his breathing calm. He’s fallen asleep. You decide to wait until the episode finishes to gently wake him and get him to bed.

“Aus, baby, it’s time to go to bed,” you whisper, stroking his hair to make him stir a little.

Austin groans and buries his face deeper into your neck, his arm around your shoulders. You slowly remove his arm and pull away from his face before standing up. He sleepily blinks up at you, a little upset you disturbed his sleep. You offer a hand out to him to pull himself up from the couch. He begrudgingly walks behind you with his hand still in yours as you turn off the TV. Austin makes a beeline to the bed, and you go through your bag to get into comfier clothes. It’s dark, and you’re pretty sure he’s already passed out, so you start stripping. It’s not until you’re fully undressed that Austin lets out a low whistle.

“Beautiful,” he says, his voice still hoarse from the little bit of sleep he got.

“Go to sleep,” you joke as you pull on a t-shirt and shorts.

“Not until you’re next to me,” Austin says.

You nearly melt into a puddle at his words. When you climb into the bed, you’re immediately pulled into Austin’s chest. He wraps his legs around yours as he snakes his arms around your waist. You can’t move, but you don’t mind. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

When you wake up, your face is squished into Austin’s chest with your arm thrown over his torso. He’s sound asleep, light snores leaving his slightly opened lips. You can’t help but admire how absolutely gorgeous Austin is, even when his hair is an absolute mess, and stubble covers his face. You could get used to waking up to him every day. You’re so lost in thought you don’t realize Austin is now awake and peering down at you through barely opened eyes.

“You know, it’s weird to stare at people,” Austin mumbles, his voice deep from sleep.

“But you’re so pretty,” you smile, tracing shapes on his abdomen.

Maintaining eye contact, the corners of Austin’s lips curl up into a small smile, “I love you.”

You inhale sharply at the three little words. You’ve said it over the phone and texted it many, many times. But this was the first time he’s said it in person.

“I love you too,” you say back before facing your head away from Austin, nuzzling into his shirt.

He pets your head as a happy warmth fills your body. In your line of sight, you notice the covers dip just below Austin’s stomach, revealing a morning bulge. You can’t tear your eyes away from it. It’s only the second day, but after two years of being unable to touch each other, maybe waiting can be tossed out of the window. Besides, now you’re here to do something about his problem instead of talking him through it over the phone.

“Need some help with that?” you muse out loud, rubbing your hand over Austin’s lower stomach, dangerously close to his hard-on.

“No, baby. It’s fine,” Austin kisses your head before sliding up into a sitting position, “I’ll take care of it.”

You’re now sitting up too, hovering over his body slightly, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Austin waves dismissively before getting up from the bed.

You put a hand on his chest to stop him, “Can I watch?”

His breath hitches in his throat for a moment before he nods, settling back into his sitting position. After removing his t-shirt, Austin pulls his cock out from his briefs and gives himself a few pumps as you watch intently. He runs a hand up his abdomen slowly as he gains a rhythm with his hand, running his thumb over the tip to gather the precum that has gathered. You can’t help the wetness that pools between your legs at the simple sight of Austin getting himself off. Sure, you’ve seen it through your phone many times, but it happening in front of you was far more erotic. You bite your lip, wanting to touch him so badly, but you resist the urge. Instead, you sit beside him and mirror his posture as you start sliding your hands along your thighs. Austin throws his head back and sighs, his eyes closed in pleasure. He was absolutely flawless like this.

You dip a hand into your shorts, pushing your underwear to the side as you circle an experimental finger around your clit. Your gaze doesn’t leave Austin’s hand, slowly guiding itself up and down his length. Matching the pace of his hand, you take two fingers and start rubbing the bundle of nerves. A quiet moan escapes your lips, and Austin rolls his head to the side to look at you. His eyes are glossed over, and his eyelids grow heavy from looking at you touching yourself next to him.

“Fuck,” Austin mutters, quickening his strokes.

You quicken yours as well, sneaking a hand up your shirt to grasp one of your breasts. Quickly, you pull down your shorts and underwear and kick them to the side. You toss your left leg over Austin’s right one, and you let your other leg dangle off the side of the bed, giving you easier access to your slick pussy. Inserting a finger into your entrance, you use your thumb to flick your clit. You add another finger immediately, already incredibly wet as you fuck your fingers in time with Austin’s thrusts into his hand. You and Austin are gazing into each other’s eyes as you fuck yourselves, breathless moans, and gasps coming from your mouths. Removing your hand from your breast, you meander your way to Austin’s available hand on his chest, grasping onto it.

He uses the pad of his thumb to play with his tip, eyes still not leaving yours, “I’m getting close, babe.”

The deepness of his voice turns you on even more, but you decide to stop touching yourself and climb over to Austin’s lap.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” you say, lowering yourself onto his legs as you hover your face by his cock.

Austin guides his length over to your mouth, where you take the tip into your mouth and suck as he continues to pump himself.

“You’re so beautiful like that,” Austin smiles, blissed out, “Gonna swallow for me?”

You nod as you kitten lick the precum that’s continuously leaking. He squeezes his cock as he pumps faster, his breathing getting quicker. You feel Austin twitch before he releases into your mouth, a hot stream of cum running down your throat. You keep sucking on his head until he’s done riding out his high.

“Come here, babe,” Austin motions for you to sit up.

You lift your body off his thighs and crawl back over to your spot in the bed next to him. He pulls you onto his lap, where you’re facing away from him, your back against his chest. Austin slides his hands along your hips and waist, tugging up your shirt before completely removing it from your torso. You didn’t sleep with a bra on, so you’re both now completely naked. Austin pulls your legs as far apart as they can go, pushing your right leg into your side, so you’re splayed out for him. He runs his hands across your thighs before putting his index and middle finger on either lip, spreading your pussy open further.

“So perfect. All for me,” Austin whispers in your ear, sending a shiver through you.

“All for you,” you gasp as he slams two fingers inside you, instantly curling them.

With his other two fingers, Austin draws circles on your clit as he relentlessly finger fucks you. Your breathing picks up as your abdomen tightens, waves of pleasure shooting through your body as his fingers hit your g spot. Austin feels you clench around him, and he removes his fingers. He prods your mouth open to put his fingers covered in your slick against your tongue. Austin starts furiously rubbing your pussy as obscene wet sounds echo in the room.

“Oh fuck,” you cry, arousal spreading around your core and thighs from Austin’s hand moving at an alarming pace.

“Who’s pussy is this, hmm?” he growls in your ear, not letting up on his assault as he pulls his hand from your mouth.

“Yours,” you choke out pitifully, your eyes beginning to water from the intense ecstasy.

Austin pushes your bent leg flat against the mattress, allowing your core to spread impossibly wider and allowing him to swipe his hand over more of your pussy. You’re about to cum, and hard. No one has ever touched you like this, and although it’s downright filthy and off the rails, it’s going to send you into overdrive. The sound of your drenched pussy being rubbed furiously overtakes the sound of your labored breathing. You can feel an intense warmth forming in your lower stomach as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whimper, your hands finding purchase in the fitted sheet as you grip it.

“You wanna cum?” Austin bites your ear lobe, “Cum for me, baby.”

Everything turns white as your stomach contracts, a powerful gush of arousal leaving your body. As your orgasm takes over, your body convulses while Austin is still not letting up on his unrelenting pace. You open your eyes, and as your pussy twitches, you squirt everywhere again, much to your boyfriend’s delight. You gasp as your body finally falls limp, and Austin pulls his hand away.

“That,” he pauses with a breathy chuckle, “Was so hot.”

Your face burns when you notice how soaked the bedding is.

“God, I’m sorry about making a mess,” you say, your breathing evening out, “I’ve never done that before.”

“It’s okay, babe,” Austin kisses your neck softly, “Was it worth the wait?”

“It was definitely worth the wait,” you laugh, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.”

Before you can say or do anything else, Austin gathers your hair in his hand before he pushes you off. He forces your face down into the mattress with your ass in the air, your thighs still glistening from your fluids.

“Wanna do it again?” Austin asks, running his free palm from between your shoulder blades down your back until it reaches your asscheeks.

“Fuck me,” you wiggle your hips, your voice muffled.

Austin grips your hips as he lines up with you, plunging in easily.

“Still so wet.” he moans.

You push yourself against him every time he thrusts forward, causing him to bottom out and his tip to hit your cervix. Austin presses his hand to your lower stomach, feeling himself inside your abdomen with every snap of his hips. The pressure causes both of you to moan.

“Can feel you in my stomach,” your face contorts into a look of outright pleasure as Austin speeds up his thrusts.

His hand that’s in your hair has an unforgiving grip, your head being pulled back every time Austin moves. He pulls you up completely, wrapping an arm around your neck and holding you to his chest by a headlock. Austin’s other hand finds your clit as he pounds up into you.

“Please,” you beg, a second orgasm creeping up on you.

“Please, what?” He asks teasingly while biting into your neck.

“Please, I wanna cum again,” you whine with both your hands gripping Austin’s arm.

“Wait until I tell you, baby,” he says, his voice completely wrecked from the excursion.

Austin is merciless as his hips snap forward. You feel him twitch as his thrusts become more erratic and off rhythm. His arm that has you in a headlock presses against your neck, cutting off airflow slightly as he begins to lose himself.

“Go ahead, and cum for me, doll,” Austin grunts in your ear, and stars fly behind your eyes as your second orgasm takes over your body.

You clenching around him sends him over the edge as he moves in and out of you. Austin pulls out and watches with hooded eyes as his cum and your arousal leak from your pussy. He takes a finger and runs it up your slit, causing you to shudder. You collapse onto the bed, turning over on your back before looking up at your boyfriend. Austin runs a hand through his hair lazily before laying down next to you.

“That was amazing,” you exhale.

Austin pulls you to his sweaty chest, wrapping both arms around you, “That it was.”

“I think it was worth two years of waiting,” you say as you draw circles on his skin.

“I love you so much. You know that, right?” Austin says offhandedly.

“I love you too,” you grin.

Whether it’s 10,000 miles or 10 steps away, you would do anything for him, and he would do anything for you.

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[rise-my-angel]

Quiet Poolside Cuddle

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, insecurity, nsfw activities mentioned, alcohol use

Note: I haven't posted a fic in forever so I'm sorry for whatever this is

It was rare that you ever felt calm when you were at a party. Normally the mixture of loud music, too many people, and not being in your own home puts you too far out of your comfort zone to feel totally at ease. This party seemed to be no exception. For the most part you either liked or knew the people here, but they all know each other far better than they know you. Either current or former military or the family that they’ve also known just as long, make up most of the attendees. 

After years of being out of the country, and subsequent months of getting his life back on track, Santiago “Pope” Garcia finally bought himself a permanent home. A gorgeous house with an expansive backyard, and a pool backing onto the edge of a wooded area. The inside was just as beautiful, but the backyard had a cozy feeling to it that reminded you of your own backyard. If it weren’t so cold, maybe the rest of the party would have joined you outside, but as it were you preferred to be by yourself. Too many people and being too loud overall, you needed some peace and quiet. 

Shoes sat aside, pretty little things you bought specifically for the party, tossed off when you lowered yourself to the poolside. Your cardigan draped across a chair, leggings pulled up just enough so they stay out of the water as your feet gently kicked themselves back and forth, and the small bowl of grapes you managed to sneak right before sneaking out the sliding back door, sitting by your side being picked at gradually. You considered getting up to scroll through your phone to pass the time, but part of you remembered it was tucked safely in your boyfriend’s jean pocket instead of in your cardigan. Frankie had noticed your pockets were just slightly too small to carry it without risk of falling while navigating through all the people, and offered to hold onto it for you. 

You sighed deeply, having Frankie cross your mind. You had been dating him for a number of months now, but after knowing him for years beforehand you sometimes wondered if this fairytale floating feeling you got when thinking about him should be a phase you were over with by now. He was so sweet though, how could you help it? Even now as you sit outside, Frankie is probably inside, nursing a new beer that either Santi or Benny slapped into his hands, being able to simply laugh and joke with these people he’s known for years.

Part of you wondered if you should be inside with him, seeing that giddy smile and slight flush on his face from the alcohol, maybe a tad more affectionate than usual with those around him. The other part of you, maybe the insecure part, thinks he deserves his space. Frankie spends so much time with you lately that he needs to spend time with those he loves without you hovering at all times. 

Just to prove you wrong though, as soon as the thought crosses your mind, the sound of the sliding glass door hits your ears. Turning you head, you see the soft smile on Frankie’s face as he slowly closes the door and makes his way towards you. Popping another grape into your mouth you go back to looking at the clearness of the pool water, giving him the chance to take his own shoes off to join your feet in a good chlorinated soak. 

His heat envelops you as he sits right next to you, and his hand grasps as your free one, pulling it into his lap so both of his can hold onto it. “Watching Benny and Pope try to outdrink the other isn’t as fun to watch without you there to make fun of them with.” 

Frankie’s tone was warm, you could hear the bit of smile without even looking at him. Your own face matched his as well. “Both of them are gonna end up passed out on the floor at the rate they were going.” 

The chuckle that follows is also drenched in warmth, his voice a constant source of comfort at every turn for you. You know when you don’t say anything else, that Frankie is looking at you. He looks at you a lot, you’ve just gotten used to sensing it with him. 

A good moment of silence passes before he says anything else. “It’s too cold for you to be out here alone, querida.” 

Shrugging slightly, you continue to just watch the stillness of the water. “It’s not so bad after a while.” You want him to be inside if he’s cold, not outside babysitting his partner. “I have my cardigan if it gets too cold.” 

With a hum, Frankie leans in closer to you, an arm gently finding its way around your body and resting against your arm furthest from him. A slight pull brings your side against his, a small reprieve from the coldness of the night, being up against his warm body. “You know there’s a lot less getting used to the cold, if you were back inside with us.” 

Another shrug, still not looking back at him. “Maybe. I think I just needed a moment alone, is all.” 

Fingers start gently moving up and down your arm as Frankie speaks, “Talk to me baby, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” 

Your unsure if you even want to answer that. Sometimes whats going on in your head sounds stupid when you say it outloud, and tonight you just want Frankie to go back inside and enjoy himself without whats on your mind, also be on his. 

“Nothing. I just needed a breather, is all. You know me, not a-” 

“Not a party person.” Frankie answers for you, he knows you all too well. He knows you don’t like crowded parties and he also knows that being at a Santi’s house warming party wasn’t what was bothering you at the moment. He watches your face continue to not look directly at him, before turning slightly to watch your feet kick and swish through the illuminated pool water. 

Thinking before he speaks again, Frankie makes a soft approach. “We can go home if you’re ready, I don’t want to keep you here if you want to leave.” 

Except that was the opposite of what you wanted. That's what makes you look up at him. You were right, he has a flushed glow about him from the drinks, not as much as you would assume he’d have, this late into the evening, but enough that you can see he’s enjoying himself tonight. “No no no, I’ll be in in a bit, you go back to the guys I’ll join you in a second.” 

Frankie also knows you well enough to know that’s not true, and so you reaffirm your statement with a playfulness not previously present. “Come on, Santi offered us a guest room, you shouldn’t waste a chance to not have to drive home at 3am.” You reach up to his hair as you speak, brushing it slightly out of his forehead with a gentle smile. Frankie though lets go of your loose hand in his lap, and reaches up to the one in his hair, grabbing it before you can pull it back to your own body. 

He kisses the back of your hand before holding it against his chest, right over his heart, “Baby, tell me what’s wrong. You were so excited to come tonight before we left, what happened?” 

His big brown eyes, ones that you could drown in are too much. Its so hard to lie to him when he looks at you with those big beautiful eyes, soft as can be looking right into yours. “I’m just tired.” He doesn’t believe you, you know it. “Really, it just caught up with me is all.” 

Frankie’s hold on your hand tightens, but he doesn’t say a word he just looks at you. Waiting.  Eventually you just lean in and kiss the material covering his shoulder, chin finding a seat resting on it as you look up at him. “Go back inside, my love. Enjoy yourself, they all want to spend time with you anyways. No need to waste your time out here with me.” 

The soft gaze Frankie had towards you shifts then. His brow furrowing down and his eyes narrow as he takes in what you said. “Why would I be wasting my time?” 

“You just, you know..You don’t spend as much time with those guys anymore, and with Santi finally home, you should spend time with them without me to worry about.” 

When Frankie sighs, hand holding yours dropping it gently back down, he begins looking at the water now as you had been previously. You worry you said the wrong thing, but Frankie doesn’t let you ruminate on the thought long enough to let it turn to anxiety. “I was having a good time when you were beside me also having fun.” 

He doesn’t let you respond, he just keeps going. “You’re who I want to spend my time with. I love them all don’t get me wrong, querida. But spending time with you is what makes me happy. Not too much of Benny’s crap taste in beer and telling lighthearded versions of army stories about the only few missions we even can share with people.”

Frankie reaches to your chin and gently raises it up and turned to look him in the eye once more. “I don’t need you giving me space. Not at a party that we came with together, not anytime.” He leans in, never once giving up his gentle hold on your chin, even moving slightly to be more of a hold on your jaw. Directing you towards his lips. 

Frankie kisses you softly, so softly that you could have missed it if he didn’t keep you so close after. His lips brush against your own as he mutters your name. “You make me happy, okay? Don’t ever think I need space from you to be happy.” 

You nod just enough to feel his lips brush against your own, top and bottom lips brushing past the other just a little more noticeably then when you speak up. “I..I just worry everyone’s going to see me as clingy, that you may think I’m being clingy if I’m always right beside you.” 

Frankie laughs, a much fuller laugh then the chuckle he gave earlier. The hand on your jaw slides up, encompassing the side of your neck, him leaning to grant your nose a small kiss. “I’m the one who followed you out into the cold because I missed having you to cuddle up against, you know.” 

Finally, you give a real giggle. Frankie does always act as the clingy one, but neither of you ever cared about that. Being close to you makes him happy and at ease, and it makes you happy. You suppose that’s just all either of you need. 

You sigh and lean in, Frankie shifting to let your head rest on his shoulder, his hand now moving to hold the side of your head in a gentle hold, almost protectively. His feet begin to swish around in the water, as do yours following suit. The quiet splash of the water, and the faint sound of music and chatter muffled through the house walls, leave the two of you in a quiet but gentle embrace. 

Sometimes you think you don’t deserve what Frankie offers you, his kindness, his generosity, his utter devotion to your happiness, but then you think to yourself, Frankie would argue to the death that you give him the same things. In fact he has absolutely said exactly those things before. Sometimes said while you hold each other in your arms after a night of passion, other times said by him, after you’ve just moved his coffee cup tipped to his mouth, when his hands are too preoccupied trying to feed his baby girl breakfast. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time, and this time I want you to tell me the truth, querida.” Frankie says firmly. You can feel his head has turned to sit his mouth near the top of your head.

You look up in his eyes as his hand refuses to let go of it’s hold on the side of your head. “Do you want to go home, baby? Or do you want to go back inside and we can spend some more time with everyone before going upstairs to bed?” 

You inhale deeply, before placing a hand on his chest, your thumb naturally rubbing over one of his shirt buttons without realizing it, as if you yearn for it to open, to let you feel the skin underneath. “I’m sure we won’t hear the end of it from Santi if we leave before he’s had a chance to do a drunken I love you guys so much speech.” 

Another laugh comes out of Frankie, as he moves to stand up. His arms wrapping around you to gently lift you up along with him. The space right where you were sitting quickly soaks with pool water, as Frankie looks around, only to spot the small towel rack near the house wall. And quickly moving away only to grab one, an arm outstretched to you as he does so, as if to say 'don't move'.

Gently he has you hold onto his shoulder, so he can lift a foot of yours at a time to dry them, before helping you back into your shoes. Before he can dry his own feet, you lean in and sneak a kiss, grasping the towel out from under him. 

You kneel down, intent on giving him the same gentle treatment, when the sound of the door sliding opens fills the air. Only this time the sound is far less gentle, and immediately followed by the yelling of Frankie’s oldest friend. 

“Hey, hey, hey, if you’re gonna suck him off in my house at least do it in the fucking guest room I gave you!” Santi clearly has enough alcohol in his system to lack any boundaries about yelling that with an open door to a party, but clearly he’s sober enough to still find ways to tease Frankie at any opportunity. 

Frankie himself turns his upper body towards Santi, and for a moment the two yell back and forth, bantering in Spanish too advanced and quick for you to make out what they are saying. Not that it matters though, with Santi waving a hand dismissively before shutting the door as he goes back inside. 

You and Frankie look at the other laughing more easily then the entire time you’ve been outside. You dry his feet and help his shoes back on. Frankie simply grabs the towel and tosses it onto one of the chairs, before grabbing your cardigan and gesturing for you to turn and open your arms to let him put it on you.

As the both of you walk back to rejoin the party, you both move an arm to hold the other around the waist, leaning into the other, knocking the other body playfully. 

Frankie debates going back to bring in the bowl of grapes you brought outside with you, but decides against it. Santi can clean it up himself in the morning if he’s gonna make a blowjob joke about you to the whole party. 

Instead as he slides the glass door open, Frankie simply asks you, “Now querida, do you want another drink, or could I persuade you to have this dance?” 

When you choose dance, you swear you can hear one of the Millers joking about neither of you having rhythm, but it falls on deaf ears. 

All that matters if Frankie wants to dance with you, so that’s all you’re going to care about.

#Frankie Morales x reader #Fransisco Morales x reader #Frankie Morales x you #Fransisco Morales x you #Triple Frontier #Pedro Pascal imagine #Frankie Morales imagine

[every-marveler-ever]

Stucky Kitten Interview, #1 Trending

Stucky Bingo Round 4 | 🥀 @stuckybingo | Puppy/Kitten Interview

Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 2 | 📪 @marvelrarepairbingo | Strange or Dark Matter

masterlist :: (ao3 link)

RATING: Teen WARNING: Sexual innuendos, A lot of flirting, Writer's attempt at a healthy relationship

Stucky is the internet's favourite couple with many compilations surrounding them, in battle, on the red carpet, doing press conferences, and even famous BuzzFeed interviews. | Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

rpb 📪 round 2 | sbb 🥀 round 4

If you scroll through YouTube for long enough you will come across a compilation of two super-powered husbands that love each other, the news headlines call them a powered couple, one with super serum and impeccable strength, but those on the internet much prefer the couple’s pet name, Stucky. 

Stucky Moments I Am Obsessed With

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Being The Best Couple For 4 Minutes

Who’s The Coolest Couple? Stucky Is! (Literally)

Stucky Being Adorable and Cute!

Powerhusbands Steve Roger and Bucky Barnes Being Adorable During Battle

If they are fighting strange-goey-matter in the field that makes them sick afterwards or completing adorable kitten interviews, Alpine videos included, they are nearly a perfect couple together. The videos often include battle footage where they can be heard speaking over the coms, compliments, suit managing, pick-up lines, and all the works that get their teammates fed up;

“Bucky have you thought about what you want for dinner tonight?” Steve asks while throwing his shield away, knocking over six guys like bowling pins, or dominos hitting one after another. 

Bucky while helping Sam punch a guy puts a smile on his face answering, “I can make that spaghetti you like, the one with the creamy white sauce and mushrooms?” In the footage that plays Sam can be seen pretending to throw up at Bucky’s response.

Steve pushes it further knowing what Sam’s reaction would be and the video can hear him respond, “I would love that babe, and maybe something else for dessert?” Steve’s voice goes sickly sweet using a nickname the two certainly don’t use at home, it’s evident for the viewer and even worse for Steve and Bucky’s fellow Avengers.

“Public coms, Rogers,” Natasha reminds, “we already hear enough through the thin floors, don’t need to hear it at work as well.”

The footage is split into two sides, Steve Rogers pauses punching some guy, feet stuck in black goo, Bucky Barnes the other as he and Sam tag team a circle of villains around them, black goo all over their uniforms. They are both, in sync, wincing at hearing Natasha’s voice and scolding manner, they know they have pushed it too far when she gets involved, “sorry Tash,” they say together, ever the power couple the papers say they are. 

While they are incredible in battle working like the team they had always been, from the camera’s point of view the press prefers the interviews they do. The ones where they lean on each other’s shoulders answering questions from the interviewer, doing quizzes that determine which Avenger they are (Bucky always seems to get Sam somehow) and the culturally important dog cat interview.

Buzzfeed had been waiting for months to do this interview, once Peter Parker had done his interview (who knew the new heir to Stark Industries would be so ready to cuddle puppies for his first public interview) and mentioned the couple viewers were going insane on twitter.

@stuckyaremyparents Oh My GOOOOOSH! Stucky doing the famous puppy interview!!! I WOULD DIE!

@barnesberrypie Could you imagine them with puppies running around, Bucky would for sure take one home, he wouldn’t be able to resist.

@stevexbucky The day Steve and Bucky do the puppy interview is the day that Stucky breaks the interview! (And we know they could do it THOSE FACES!)

@competitionstucky I know everybody is saying things like this but if a puppy interview dropped, if any interview dropped of them, it would really make me smile today

There was one condition to doing the interview;

“We are not taking another cat home Bucky!” Steve frowns trying to be serious when looking into Bucky’s puppy dog eyes, which is ironic seeing as they are surrounded by very adorable kittens. 

It’s an unusual interview request as normally their puppies running around and chewing expensive shoes but this time it’s different, the kittens are just as feisty as the puppies chewing on toys and specifically Bucky’s fingers. The cats are all for adoption, raising awareness, and Steve and Bucky are meant to be answering the questions that fans has sent in which an interviewer was asking behind the camera. 

Bucky rolls his eyes using his metal arm’s shoulder to shove Steve’s shoulder, knocking Steve down. They both have smiles on their face as Bucky turns back to the interviewer, “What was your question again I feel like we may have gotten slightly off track,” he laughs knowing how true it really is. 

The interviewer, very used to this, laughs it off as well, “We get that a lot,” she smiles, reassuring them both, “buckysrealplums asks, what’s one question you wished you would get asked in an interview more often?”

Steve smiles thinking of an answer, Bucky is much more prepared, “what’s my favourite hairdo because some think it’s my man bun, I personally like my short sideburns but others,” he shoots a pointed look at Steve “prefer me with my long luxurious hair.” Steve’s mouth falls wide at the accusation, “well I didn’t ask you to shove your beard because it burned?”

It is very clear the interview and conversation are moving away from PG and so the interview stops them, “okay Steve, do you have a better answer?” It is very easy to make it a sudden competition and that quickly gets them back on point.

Stucky does love a competition, it’s why they're so ruthless at games night, and why Monopoly and Cludeo are banned in the tower (too many broken windows (and three of their teammates are professional spies which makes Cludeo even more accusative and Tony Stark is a billionaire and therefore apparently makes all the rules to Monopoly). 

It is the #2 most trending video title for Stucky compilations’. 

The internet does really love Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, no matter if they are covered in dirt and rust at a press conference, fighting aliens and HYDRA villains or completing adorable buzzfeed interviews. They are a super-powered, powerful husband couple, who love saving the little and the big guys of the world. Even if that’s making a Twitter fan smile from just one interview. 

Super-powered Stucky Husbands makes the internet swoon.

Cards: (📪 1/25) (🥀 3/25)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 4 #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #james 'bucky' barnes #marvel rare pairs #marvel rare pairs bingo #mrpbingo #marvelrarepairsbingo

[axe-writes]

Meeting Lawrence

“C-Can I sit here?” A soft male voice asked breaking your from your train of thought. You were expecting such a soft voice to come from someone small, not this man. He had to be around six foot and slightly muscular. He looked as if he was attempting to make himself smaller by hunching over. His expression clearly showing how uncomfortable being around so many people made him.

You glanced around the bar, then back at the man. The place was crowded tonight, owing to the live band that was performing. You nodded, “Yeah, you can sit with me.” He shyly smiles taking the seat across from you. “It’s pretty packed in here tonight.”

“It’s usually pr-pretty quiet,” he says in that same soft voice, “I come here sometimes when I need to get out of the house.” He nervously rubs his arm then attempts to look up at you before glancing at the stage. “I f-forgot there was going to be a band tonight.” His nose wrinkles slightly and he sips his drink.

You had to agree with his wordless assessment of the band, they were shit. The singer sounded as if he was in a different band altogether and the drummer was slightly off beat which killed the whole vibe. “I was trying to have a quiet night out as well, just a few drinks after a long day. Bars aren’t really my thing but I have been here a few times.” You smiled at him and noted the small blush that crept across his cheeks which caused you to blush as well.

————

The two of you talked for a few hours. You had barely noticed the time slip by or the people emptying the bar as the band got through playing. “Oh! It’s almost 2 am, I really should be heading home.” You stated reaching for your phone which had been discarded on the table.

“One more drink f-for the road, my treat.” He says with a smile and you nod. Lawrence, as he had told you earlier, was such a sweet guy. You enjoyed his company and you didn’t quite want to say goodbye, so one more drink was a welcomed idea. He gets up from the table and you check your phone for any missed messages. There wasn’t any so you opened your favorite app and scrolled through looking at other peoples posts.

“H-Here we go.” He says sitting the drinks on the table. You pick yours up and smile at him earning a shy smile back from him as he picks up his own drink.

“Thank you for making my night a better one Lawrence.” You quickly drink it down and wince a little at the bitter taste but shrug it off.

“Thank you f-for talking to me, most people ignore me.” You stand up and place a soft kiss on his cheek making him blush brightly.

“You’re too cute to ignore. I hope to see you again.” You pick up your phone and hold it out. “Can I get your number?” You ask blushing.

Lawrence takes your phone and puts his number in before giving it back. “Thank you, good night Lawrence.”

He steps to the side, and shy smiles. “Goodnight new friend.”

You softly laugh and head out the door. Once you get outside you begin to feel a little off balance. “Wow, I really shouldn’t have drank so much.” You mutter to yourself as you make your way down the sidewalk. Placing a hand on your head you attempt to keep walking.

As you pass an alley, hands reach out and pull you in. You try to fight them off but feel something hard hit your head. The last sound you hear is a soft voice mumbling “I’m so sorry.”

#story time #boyfriend to death #btd lawrence #lawrence oleander

[jjhallisey]

Sacred Bonds - Ch. 4

Pairings: John "Soap" MacTavish x fem!Reader

CW: mention of non-con

Word Count: 1,321

A/N: Chapter a day early because I finally finished it and wanted to get it out! I hope you all enjoy it, and I seriously am sorry for my awful interpretation of his Scottish accent.

Ch. 3 Ch. 5

"Mandatory leave, can you believe it?" You say, anger tinging your voice. "I deserve to be out there fighting with you guys, not sitting back here in Scotland with my hand up my arse."

"I ken darlin'," Johnny's voice crackles through the phone. "But I kind o' agree wi' Price on 'is one. Ye need eh break, an seeing eh psychiatrist is good fo' ye." 

"She's a royal pain in my arse, Johnny. Emotions this, trauma that. She won't let me deal with my shit in the way I need to deal with it. Which is being out there with you guys." 

"Look, I get ye're feeling left oot, I dae. Especially since we're goin' after König 'is next mission, but ye need tae at least try," Johnny pleads, though it falls on deaf ears.

"Wait, what? You guys are going after König?" You exclaim. "No, you can't! Not you, he's looking for you Johnny. Why is Price letting you go if I can't?" 

For a moment it feels as though your world has stopped. Every possible worst case scenario running through your head. What if Johnny doesn't come back? It would break you, knowing that you could have been there to prevent it, had you not been put on this stupid mandatory leave by Price. Quickly though, you're snapped out of your thoughts as Johnny begins to talk again.

"Am goin' because we need as many men as possible oan 'is, darlin'. I ken there's a risk, and I promise ye 'at I will dae my best tae come home tae ye," There was an edge to Johnny's voice - as if he knew this was essentially a suicide mission for him. Though you knew he was thoroughly sincere in promising he would try to come home to you. A small pang of guilt filled your chest at those words - you should be there fighting beside him. You always were, and now you wouldn't be.

You rolled over onto your back, letting the comfort of Johnny's bed envelop you, hoping it would help quell your boiling emotions. Since you arrived home, you had slept in his bed every night, in fact, any time you weren't out of the apartment, you were in his bed. Even to the point where you moved the television from the living room to his bedroom. Some might say it's depression, but to you, you were just finding comfort in the one thing that could calm you regardless of your emotions - Johnny.

"I'm going to call Price. I need to be there Johnny. If something happened to you, I would blame myself." You finally respond after a few moments of silence. Tears began to prick at your eyes as the risk of this mission finally settled onto you.

"Darlin' I can't stop ye, but just ken 'at it's safer fo' everyone if ye stay home." Johnny says, letting out a soft sigh of defeat. 

"I love you, and I miss you. So so much." You huff out, blinking back the tears before they can fall down your cheeks.

"I love ye n'all, darlin'. I miss ye beyond belief, it's no' eh same without ye here. But ye need to heal. A'll talk tae ye later, okay?" Johnny responds, knowing he can't stop you from making the call to Price. 

"Alright, call me before you leave for the mission please," 

"I will," 

The gentle click of the call ending causes you to let out a deep sigh you didn't even know you were holding in. You pulled your phone away from your ear and sat up, scrolling your contacts until you found Price's. Your fingers lingered over the dial button, wondering if you should even call him. Though, your determination to get back into the field won. You needed to be on this mission with Johnny, and you had to convince Price of that too. 

Not long after hitting the dial button, the line picks up.

"Hey, how are you doing kid?" Price's voice rings through the phone.

"Good, I guess." You mumble, letting out a quiet sigh. "However, I just got off of the phone with Johnny."

"He told you we're going after König, didn't he?" The disappointment in Price's voice seeped through the phone, as if Johnny wasn't supposed to tell you in the first place. 

"Yes! I should be there for it captain, really. It's not fair."

"Life's not fair kid. You need to take the time to heal, to properly cope with what happened."

"But going on the mission with you guys would help me heal."

"No, it wouldn't. You know that better than I do kid. Seeing the man who tortured you, who raped you, that wouldn't help you heal." 

"Seeing him brought in bound by cuffs sure would."

An audible sigh escaped Price. You had always been hard headed. Feisty was the term Price liked to use when 141 was joking around as a group. "I'm not changing my mind kid, I can promise you that."

"Fine," you grumble. "Just... try and make sure Johnny comes home to me please."

"You know I'll try my best kid, but I can't make any promises."

"Promises get you killed," you drone in response. It was something both Price and Ghost had drilled into your head. Promising someone you would come home - bringing that emotional stress onto the battlefield, it burdens you. 

A burden that can get you killed. A burden that could make you spill secrets if captured in enemy hands. A burden that neither you nor Johnny carried, until today. 

"Glad you understand, kid." Price replies. "We'll talk later, once you're cleared to come back." 

With that, the line goes dead. You fall back onto the bed, letting out a heavy sigh. You spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

- - -

It had been a few months since you last heard from any of the boys. Though, that was expected, Johnny told you it was going to be a long mission. König was good at hiding, and even better at fighting if he was about to get caught. Though, today, the ringing of your phone pulled you out of your sleep. Groggily, you rolled over and picked up your phone off the nightstand. It took your eyes a minute to adjust to the bright screen, but you saw it was Simon. You didn't hesitate to press answer, bringing the phone to your ear.

"Ghost?" You croak out, your voice hoarse and your mouth feeling like cotton.

"Johnny's MIA," a shaky voice says from the other end of the phone. There wasn't the familiar muffle from his mask, it wasn't Ghost making this call, it was Simon.

"What do you mean Johnny's MIA?" You question, your heart beginning to pound against your chest. 

"We were pinned down in a fire fight with KorTac. Price and Johnny got hit. We were able to get Price out, but Johnny..." Simon trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence himself.

"They got Johnny." You finish instead, your voice wavering as tears began to prick at your eyes.

There was a silence of understanding between the two of you. It felt like your whole world was being ripped apart. Like your heart was being ripped from your chest at that very moment. The weight that crushed down on you was like a boulder, rolling across your entire body until you felt like you couldn't move. You couldn't blink back the tears, you couldn't even attempt to contain them as they began to pour down your cheeks. 

"When am I picking you up from the airport?" Simon asks quietly. 

You take a moment to respond, trying to sniffle back the sobs you wanted to let out. "I'll be on the first flight available. I'll text you when I know an exact time." Your voice was barely audible before you hung up the phone.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #halliseywritessoap #halliseyposts

[hopelessromanticfantasies]

hi!! long time no see!! it's me the 🧸 anon

it's been a while since we've talked, but I still feel like home in your blog. I like your vibes and your posts mean a lot to me. can't wait to read something new, because I already scrolled everything down so many times

personally I defeated some evil warlocks (college professors), uncovered their doomsday plot (hectic study schedule) and befriended a dragon (found a safe way to cope with my anxiety) while being on a weary journey (daily life during September)

I gathered some nice writing prompts during my journey. one of them is a prince x knight story, where prince is sleepy and knight soothes them before guarding their chamber through the night. I'd really like to read that one

hope you'd like that prompt. for now, stay safe and happy and take good care of yourself

I'm really glad you like my writing so much and that you're making it through on your journey. I really this prompt and I'm lowkey sad that I didn't think of it myself. Sorry it took so long for me to reply. I had written over half of this and then I hit some random writers block, but I've finished it now. I hope you like reading it!

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Yelling sounded from inside the prince's chambers, causing knight to burst in quickly and draw his sword. "What's happened?! Where is the threat?!" Knight questioned, looking around the dark room. Unable to find any other figure in the room knight turned to look at prince. He was cradling his head in his arms with his knees pushed to his chest. Though there was barely any light left from the fireplace knight could see faint tear lines on prince's cheeks. Knight quickly sheaved his sword and sat beside prince on his bed. "My prince?" He slowly lifted his head to see knight's face. "What happened? Was it a nightmare?" "I didn't mean to annoy you-" "You are no annoyance to me, your highness. Speaking with you is much better than standing all alone, trust me." Knight gently smiled at prince, hoping to be a of some comfort. Prince smiled back, although he still seemed sad. In the firelight, it appeared as though the prince had cried tears of orange and silver. "May I ask a favour of you, knight?" "I would do anything for you." "Lay down with me. Just for a little while. Until I fall back to sleep. I don't want to be alone." He said, lying down on one side of the bed, making sure there was enough room for knight. Knight removed his chest plate, revealing his under shirt. He then did as he was asked and laid beside prince. "I truly do not mean to be such a bother to you, but I do not trust anyone else with my feelings. With myself." "Prince, you are no bother to me. I am glad that I am the one you trust to lay here beside you." Prince began crying, "It was just so frightening-" He hiccupped, struggling to speak through the tears. Knight slid closer and pulled prince into his chest, he caressed the prince's hair. "Shhhh, it's alright. You're safe now. I will not let anyone hurt you, now or ever." Although knight could not truly promise such things, it not only comforted the prince, but himself as well. Knight hated to see prince in such pain. "Everyone thought I was a horrible person. Maybe I am." Prince cried, he has gripped onto knight's shirt. "You are not a horrible person, my prince." "But-" "No." Knight held prince's face in his hands. "You are a wonderful person. You are kind and smart and brave and capable and beautiful. You are brilliant. I love-" Knight broke eye contact, embarrassed by how he nearly confesses his feelings to the prince. "Everyone loves you." "You truly think all of that about me?" Knight looked at prince once again, "I think all of that and more, your highness." Prince snuggled closer to knight, resting his head on knight's shoulder and pressing his nose into knight's neck. The prince was so soft. Knight could not help himself as he took the other boy's hand and kissed each fingertip.

Eventually it appeared that the prince had fallen asleep. Knight sat up on the edge of the bed, careful not to awaken the prince. He slipped on his chest plate and stood up. Knight turned to see the prince still asleep, still peaceful. Again, knight could not resist his urges. He gently kissed prince's forehead. He turned to leave the room, when he felt his hand tugged at. Prince looked at knight, holding his fingers. He did the same thing knight had done to him and kissed each fingertip. "Thank you, my knight. Because you are here, whether I am in your arms or if there is a wall between us, I feel safe." Prince grinned at knight, lying his head back down on the bed. "Thank you." Knight lifted his hand to stare at it for a moment then looked back at the prince. "Good night," he bowed. "My darling prince."

#prince x knight #answering anons #mlm #achilean #hopeless romantic fantasy #prompts #original writing #romance

[topwxntersoldxer]

Guilty - Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:After years of not seeing Bucky he shows up on your doorstep.

The one thing you loved about living in a big city was the nights. The way the lights lit up the dark night sky. Some nights you sat by the window listening to public transit in the city and all the cars driving through. Other nights it was silent. It was a silent Saturday night in the city you were sitting in your window watching all the cars driving through the night while there was a peaceful rainfall. It was the type of weather to stay home cuddle up in bed watching movies until you fell asleep. Typically you didn’t believe in consequence or signs but you were disturbed like something was wrong or something was going to happen.

Hours after Hours passed. You stayed in your position in the window. Usually you would fall asleep to the rain but decided to take a run to clear your head. It was still raining so you would have to dress more appropriately and maybe even change your route but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. It was like a breath of fresh air. The cold feeling of the rain hit your skin was refreshing. Finishing up your run quicker than usual you went back to your apartment. Scrolling through your phone picking a new song on your playlist you didn’t realize who was standing infront of your apartment door. Bucky stood outside of your apartment. His back leaning next to your apartment door. Its been awhile since you seen him. Hes changed but it’s a good thing he looks better than he did before. His hair was shortest you ever seen it and he cleaned himself up well.

"You don’t get to be here just leave" Pulling your apartment key out and began to open your apartment all you wanted to do was slam the door with him on the opposite side. Honestly you didn’t want to admit that you missed him after all this time but you couldn’t play back and forth with him anymore. "Come on doll just give me a minute and after that I'll go I promise" His metallic arm in the doorframe was the only thing keeping you from slamming the door in his face. With a sigh the two of you walked into the apartment "I would say make yourself at home but that would imply I want you to stay" gesturing to the couch before walking back into your bedroom to change out of your wet clothes. Quickly you jumped in the shower to warm up before changing into some dry comfortable clothes and walking back into the living room.

"So tell me what exactly are you here for" Quietly you walked back into the living room leaning against the counter. "I just wanted to apologize for everything" he stood up from where he was sitting on the couch. "Things shouldn’t of went the way they did and I regretted it. I know its been a long time but im sorry." deep down you truly just wanted to say you forgave him but you couldnt. "You don’t get to do this to me. You cant just come back into my life whenever you decide you want to because its convenient for you. I loved you and your tore our life apart and left. The only reason you are back here is because you feel guilty. Everytime it hurt more knowing I would always believe you would come walking back in the door one day and tell me you made a mistake and you still love me. I had hope you still loved me that was my fault. I moved on and made peace with the fact you werent coming back. Everytime im doing fine you come back just to leave again." it was the first time in years you looked at Bucky and it felt like the first time. He slowly started walking towards you before stopping.

"I know I cant make up for everything. I know there is nothing for me to say or do that will undo everything. All I ever had was you. I could never be the man you deserved and I will never be that man. You were the only person who was never scared of me, that cared about me and loved me for me. I will always love you doll there's no doubt about that. There was so many times I wanted to come back and see you. Just to see your adorable smile and hear your adorable laugh you make while making stupid jokes. I feel guilty because I can't stay and I cant love you the way you deserve to be loved. After everything we been through together I couldn’t give you the life you wanted and  I am sorry because you deserve what I can't give you doll. Of everyone in my life doll you deserve the most for everything I done and I never got to apologize for how bad I treated you and that will never be enough to take back the things I done." Bucky moved closer until his hand was cupping your cheek. His hand felt cold against your skin as his thumb traced circles in your cheek. Bucky stood close enough to you that you could smell his familiar scent and his warmth radiating off his body. It killed you how much you wanted to pull him closer and never wanted to let him go.

“I can’t do this” you pulled back away from Bucky. “You don’t just get to come in tell me you love me and forget everything else you’ve done. I love you but I can’t keep hurting myself for you and you have to understand that” it hurt knowing you didn’t trust him. He nodded as he made his way back to the door. “You deserve more you know that. I hope you find someone that treats you the way I wish I would’ve. Someone that treats you like you are the world. I hope I’ll see you around” you gave a him a smile “ I wish you could change until then I hope I don’t for my own sake”

That was the last you would see of him for now. You would never say it out loud but you hoped he could be better even if it was just for you.

#marvel imagines #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine

[starryjeekies]

~ Just Bein’ a Pal ~

Pairing: johnny x afab reader

Genre: smut

Summary: there’s something you’ve always had a problem that prevents you from dating. johnny, being a pal, just wants to help you out overcoming your problem.

Warning(s): fingering, pet names, talk about oral, nothing extreme

Words: 4k

A/N: hello! I’ve been having some really bad writer’s block and in general problems with my health so I’m sorry for the lack of posts. I plan to get through my asks soon! also look out for a new spicy post from me soon, I plan to start writing it this week.

You couldn’t really complain much about your life. You had a good paying job, a decently priced apartment that you shared with your best friend, and you didn’t have too many stressors in your life. The one stressor that you couldn’t seem to solve, though, did make you quite frustrated. It made dating hard and because of that, you were perpetually single. Hookups were out of the question and you would constantly grow frustrated that the only way to get off was because of yourself. It made you even more frustrated that your roommate was constantly banging chicks left and right, having exponentially more sex than you. You desperately wished you could do that.

When you come home from work one day, Johnny is already relaxing on the couch with his favorite TV show on. “Got out early today?”

“Yeah, it was pretty slow and I have to wait for Haechan to come back from vacation to work on our project.” He says, turning to smile towards you. He sees your exhausted look and asks, “Long day?”

“Yeah, I’m going to try to unwind for a bit.” You sigh, kicking your shoes off.

“Okay, I’ll start dinner and I’ll call you when you’re ready.” He tries to take a load off of you, turning back to his show.

“Thanks, John.” You walk past behind the couch to your room, ruffling his hair lightly in the process. “You’re the best.” You go into your room and close the door. You slough off your work clothes and replace them with comfier shorts and a tank top. Lying down on your bed, you pull out your phone to start scrolling through Tumblr. You try to forget about the stress of your workday but it doesn’t seem to pass. There’s only one thing that usually works but even then, that can stress you out. Fuck it, it can’t get any worse.

You set your phone down on your nightstand and start trailing your hand down into your shorts. After slipping your hand underneath your underwear, your middle finger starts to circle your clit. You breathe out shakily as you feel some stress releasing from your shoulders. Your mind starts to go blank as you focus solely on your pleasure. Sometimes the jolts to your clit makes your legs quiver and your breath catches in your throat. After a few more seconds of rubbing, you lightly dip your fingers into your heat to collect some of your juices to aid you in your quest for an orgasm.

Your body starts getting hotter, your forehead starting to bead with sweat. You gulp down any moans that may threaten to spill to not alert Johnny to what you’re doing, not that he would really care anyway. The coil starts to build in your core as you continue between circles and strokes, trying to prolong it as much as you could. You can feel your fingers start to be slick from your arousal. Your breathing starts getting ragged as you continue to work your body in your favor. Fuck it, now or never.

You slowly sink your middle finger into your cunt, relishing in the way you’re easily able to slide into yourself. You pump your finger in and out of your hole, your palm hitting your clit every time. After feeling relaxed enough, you try to slip your ring finger alongside your middle one and start to feel that uncomfortable stretch. You huff out, slightly frustrated, and start trying to work your way to your orgasm again. But no matter what you did, you couldn’t keep your orgasm building and instead felt your cunt become sore. “God fucking damnit.” You give up on your endeavor of penetration and focus back on your clit.

It’s a shame that because of your test, the orgasm you do have is less intense than ones you’ve had before. It takes everything in you to not scream into your pillow about the situation. For some reason, no matter what, penetration just doesn’t work. It’s almost like your body refuses to open up and let anything in no matter how wet you are. That’s what makes dating hard. That’s why you can’t do hookups. No guy actually knows where the clit is so there’s no way for you to be able to get off in sexual intimacy with a partner. It irritates you.

You get up off of the bed, fixing your underwear and shorts before grabbing your water bottle and heading to the bathroom. After washing your hands, you make your way to the kitchen to fill it up in the sink.

Johnny has started making dinner, cutting up some vegetables. He takes in your scowl, slowing down on his motions. “What’s got you looking so sour?”

“Nothing.” You grumble, looking at the running water and then keeping your eyes on the counter as you take a drink. Your sigh is deep as you keep your eyes off of him.

“Doesn’t really sound like ‘nothing’ to me, but keep your secrets.” His voice is lighter, letting you know he doesn’t mind listening to you.

You glance up at him, then push your hair out of your face. Your eyes rest back on your water bottle. “Have you ever had problems, like, fucking a girl?”

“Uh, you mean like when a girl turns me down?” He chuckles lightly, his brown eyes looking at you.

“No, like, actually having sex.” You huff, not knowing exactly how to word it. “Like putting it in?”

“I know where the hole is, Y/N, and I feel insulted if you think otherwise.” He quirks an eyebrow up, completely stopping what he’s doing.

“Johnny, give me a break, okay? It’s fucking embarrasing.” You hide your face in one hand. “Asking sex advice in general is embarrassing.”

“There’s nothing wrong with asking questions.” He assures, setting the knife down. “I think it’s just interesting you’re coming to me for pussy advice.”

“Jesus christ, okay, have you ever not been able to put it in?” You blurt out, causing him to shut up. “Like no matter how much lube or foreplay you do, it’s hard to put it in?”

Johnny’s eyes dart around your face, seeing how vulnerable you’re being. “Not like a hymen thing, but a tightness thing.”

“Yes,” You look up at him for a moment to see him attentively listening to you. “No matter what I do, it hurts. It’s not supposed to hurt, uncomfortable for a moment, maybe, but anything more than a finger hurts.”

Johnny nods, starting to piece together more of your story. “Have you ever had a dick fully inside you?”

“Once and I actually started crying, it hurt so bad.” You mumble, remembering the last time you tried having sex. “He told me I was tight but he wasn’t even abnormally big, like he was pretty average. I pushed him off because it wouldn’t stop stinging.”

His face is soft, not wanting you to regret being vulnerable with him. You and Johnny always trust each other, there wasn’t a reason either of you wouldn’t come to each other for advice. He knew you didn’t really mess around like he did; he couldn’t really name a time you talked about seeing someone or going out with someone in the year you lived together. Now it’s starting to make sense as to why. “Well, let me give you the advice I gave Mark,”

“Not Mark.”

“Sometimes it’s best to do nothing.”

You blink at him, not understanding what exactly he means, Your ears start to grow red when you ask him, “So like, better to just give up and not have sex?”

“No, no, not like that.” He tries to clear up what he means. “Like once he’s in, to not move at all. Let you adjust to whatever it is first before starting to move. I had to give that advice to Mark so he wouldn’t nut too quickly.”

You roll your eyes lightly, knowing your mutual friend would be the guy to nut as soon as he first slips into a girl. “So pretty much just wait it out once he’s in? How can I stop a guy from full on railing me and keep him long enough to be okay?”

“Hopefully the guys you fuck won’t be impatient assholes.” He quips, earning a light slug in the shoulder from you. “You don’t wanna fuck someone who doesn’t listen anyway.”

“Fair point. I just wish I knew how long it will take to adjust.” You groan, taking another drink of your water.

“We can test it out?”

You look at him, not sure if he’s serious or not. “We or me?”

“We, guy fingers are longer and thicker than yours anyway so you’d need to get the real deal.” He suggests it's a board game night.

You stare at him for a moment before  bursting out in a chuckle. “Just a pal fingering another pal.”

“Just bein’ a pal.” He agrees, a light shrug coming off of his shoulders. “You don’t have to obviously, but it might help when you do it first with someone who can understand you.”

“Oh so you understand my pussy problems?” You laugh, watching him put his hands up in defense.

“Listen, I’m not saying I’m gigantic or anything, but I’ve had to stay still to let them adjust before.” He’s slightly cocky while saying it, but you can agree. You accidentally walked in on Johnny masturbating before and he…does not disappoint.

“No, no, I take your word for it.” You shake your head lightly, setting your water bottle down. “My bed or yours?”

He doesn’t say anything for a second, he just stares at you and blinks like you did earlier. “Right now?”

“I mean why not? You offered and I’m taking you up on that offer.” You say plainly. “Might as well do it now to try it out.”

“Then let’s try the couch, I’ll get better leverage.” He says, washing his hands in the sink beforehand.

You nod and start heading to the couch, moving the pillows out of the way to make room for you and Johnny. You discard your shorts to the edge of the coffee table and wait in your undies, hearing the sound of the water turn off.

Johnny walks back over to you, seeing you wait for him patiently on the couch. “You ready for this?”

“Yeah, I’ll just block it out that it’s you.” You smirk, seeing him reel back like he’s been sucker punched.

“Wow, right to the ego.” He stumbles back lightly but then sits on the couch next to you. “Do you have lube or do you want to get yourself wet?”

“I think I can do it, I think my rebound has worn off.” You take off your panties and rest your feet on the edge of the coffee table, hiking your knees up and spreading your legs enough to allow yourself access. The thought of Johnny watching you is kind of humiliating but it might just help even though you would never admit it to him. “Don’t get any funny ideas.”

“Just here to help.” He says nonchalantly. He watches as you close your eyes and your hand trails down there. He sees the way your chest heaves at first when your fingers finally touch your clit. He takes notes of exactly how you touch yourself. He would never let you know he’s wondered exactly how you would fit around him, a fleeting thought he has once every couple of months. Now he’s more nervous for you as he really doesn’t know if you could take him. Logically, he knows you probably could with enough adjustment and work, but he doesn’t want to hurt you like the others have. You’re still his best friend after all, he just wants to help.

With thinking about Johnny’s fingers being inside you, it helps you speed up your slickness. Just like before, you dip your middle finger into your heat to spread it around and try to lubricate your whole cunt. You can feel the coil start to wrap up again as your eyebrows knit up, ready to try and chase that high again.

“Easy, baby girl, can’t have you cumming just yet.” Johnny’s voice is low, trying to ease you out of your march towards an orgasm. “Can’t be overstimulating you.”

You quickly pull your hand away, knowing he’s right and you should stop before you get too deep in. Your chest is heaving and your eyes flutter open lightly, trying to bring yourself back to earth. “Okay, okay. I think I’m good.”

Your older friend grabs your hand in his, holding it gently. “If it hurts, let me know. I’ll go slow.”

You nod, giving him a light squeeze in return. “Thanks, pal.”

He smiles at your lightheartedness, then puts his first two digits into his mouth to coat them with his spit. Once he pulls away, a tiny string of saliva falls from his lips. He slowly rubs over your folds, making sure to pick up as much arousal as he can before sliding one finger in you. Your hand squeezes him gently and he can feel exactly what you mean; even with one finger, it feels tighter than what he’s done previously.

You bite your lip lightly, trying not to hold your breath at what’s to come. It doesn’t feel too terrible, nothing you couldn’t withstand, but it was easy to feel every inch of his finger. It didn’t seem like depth was going to be a problem for you. Johnny’s hands were, indeed, much larger than yours but the length didn’t seem to affect your comfortability as much as the stretch did. You could feel Johnny’s gaze on you and you open your eyes to see him trained on your face. You huff slightly, taking a glance down at his hand resting inside you. “Piece of cake.”

“You sure you’re okay?” He wonders, able to tell you’re still nervous about the possibility of pain. “Or do you want me to wait?”

“It wasn’t bad, number two is where it’s going to suck though.” You huff, eyes now fixated on his hand. “I promise I won’t scream.”

“If you did, I’d stop.” He promises, then slides his finger out and slowly starts putting two in. “Just tell me when.”

You take note about how two guy fingers feel almost equal to three of your fingers and your face screws up, feeling that stretch again. Your grip on his hand tightens as he’s about halfway before the burning becomes too much. Your nails dig into the back of his hand as you hurriedly say, “Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop!”

Johnny immediately holds his movements, not going any further with you. “It’s okay, keep breathing,” He places a gentle kiss on your temple, resting his forehead against you afterwards. “Just wait it out.”

“This looks like the exact opposite of childbirth.” You joke, your eyebrows flicking up in slight amusement. “You pushing something into my vagina.”

The man laughs, causing your tensions to fade slightly. “Hopefully this isn’t as painful.”

“Unless we can figure this out, I won’t be having kids to find out.”

The man takes note of how your face relaxes as the moments go by. He feels more at ease the more you relax. He can’t really tell if your walls are relaxing along with your mental state, and he won’t know until you give him the okay to move again. Realization starts to finally set in that he, Johnny Suh, has his fingers halfway pushed into your, Y/N Y/L/N, pussy. He’s been in slippery situations, but has never done something like this with one of his best friends. “You know, I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve done something like this with my best friend before.”

“Oh yeah?” You glance over at his face, starting to try to relax your thigh muscles so you don’t get a cramp. “Can’t say the same.”

“You’ve fingered a best friend’s pussy?”

“No but I did suck Jeno’s dick before.”

“What?” He sounds astonished that he did not know this information beforehand. “When did you do that?”

“Summer of last year on that camping trip me, him, Jaemin, Xiaojun, Ten, and Sungchan all went on.” You explain, shifting slightly further up on the couch but careful not to move too much. “We were two to a tent and in the morning, he woke up with wood and unsuccessfully tried to take care of it without waking me up. So I sucked his dick and went to make pancakes.”

He stares at your face for a second, taking in the fact you’ve sucked Jeno’s dick before his. “‘So I sucked his dick and went to make pancakes.’ That is the most nonchalant way I’ve ever heard someone say they gave their friend oral.”

“Neither of us have brought it up to this day, so just think of it as like now, just helping a friend out.” You wink, then swallow slightly. “Which I think you might be good to move.”

“If you’re sure,” He continues, starting to push further into you.

You watch as his fingers slip further inside of you, feeling the way they start sliding easier again against you. The pain is duller now, not as stinging as it was before. You feel his palm reach your clit without feeling any more significant pain. You squeeze his hand lightly, letting out a light breath. “Oof, okay, that wasn’t so bad.”

“Starting to feel better?” He wonders, his voice still soft.

“Yeah, yeah a little. I can still feel it stretching but it’s not unbearable anymore.” You explain, resting your head back against your couch. You turn to him a little and ask, “How many fingers do you usually use when you finger a girl?”

“Oh, that’s a question.” He laughs at the fact you’re having this conversation more than the question itself. “If it’s for foreplay, then just two. If I’m fingering to get her off, then three.”

“I’m good to stick with two.” You say, wondering about if you can do this again to try to get to three. “We can try three next time.”

“So you want a next time?” Johnny smirks, seeing the way your cheeks turn pink. “What’s in it for me?”

“Hold on a second, I don’t even know if I can cum with penetration!” You try to defend yourself. “There’s no point in doing three if actual penetration doesn’t feel good.”

“So now you’re suggesting I finger fuck you?” He sounds like you’re making an incredulous request.

“You’re already halfway there, John, come on.” You huff, wanting to try to get off now that he’s here. Now that your body has relaxed enough, you hope that something actually doing work down there might give great rewards. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if it was Johnny who was the first man to make you cum. You squeeze Johnny’s hand and shake it slightly. “I’ll suck your dick once whenever you want me to, just please finger me.”

“Desperate now, okay, okay.” His voice is sultry, giving your temple a kiss before his fingers start sliding out of you. “Whatever you want, baby girl.”

You feel Johnny take his time sliding out of you before pushing back in. Everytime he repeats his motion, his palm rests roughly against your clit. Your eyes flutter shut as you try to keep yourself from straining your body. You don’t want to make yourself too stressed about your body not obeying you, so you keep your mind free of worry and focus on Johnny taking care of you. It starts to finally feel good, something that was so foreign to you unless it was yourself. Now that Johnny is in control of your pleasure, it seems like an orgasm is more tangible.

“Finally feeling good, baby girl?” Johnny whispers in your ear, feeling your body start to make it easier for him to move in and out of you. With the desperate nod of your head, he smiles and starts to move a bit faster. He watches as you squirm, making sure he’s still making you feel good. His eyes glide down to watch as he moves in and out of you, seeing his fingers slick with your arousal. He smirks with his pride. “I can tell you’re feeling much better.”

“It finally feels good, fuck.” You breathe out, trying to move your pelvis to hit his hand. Now you feel comfortably full with his fingers inside you. You can feel your head start to spin when you start thinking of how his dick would feel inside of you. It makes your walls convulse around him. There was still that tinge of a stretch but it feels full. The burn you feel in your core isn’t from pain but from pleasure. Your orgasm is building up from penetration, from Johnny. The whimpers that come out of your mouth could be seen as pathetic but you don’t care.

“You sound adorable when you whine.” His voice is low and sultry, hot against your ear. He is drinking up your moans and the way your pussy is sucking his fingers into you. He takes notice of the way you bite your lip to prevent yourself from sounding needy but he wishes you would let them out. Seeing you feel good is one thing, being the one to make you feel good is a whole other. He can see the way you’re starting to lose control as your hips keep moving, trying to get as much contact as possible. “You want to cum for me, baby?”

“I’m so close, fucking so close, Johnny.” Your eyes flutter open to look at him and you swear you could’ve cum just from looking at how his eyes are focused on you. You squeeze his hand, wanting him to absolutely destroy you. “More, please?”

“Well, since you said please.” He squeezes your hand back slightly. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You were taken aback by how he starts to piston his hand into you, not hitting you too hard but his speed is on another level. The words start tumbling out of your mouth. Incoherent babbles fill the room growing in pitch and volume. The way his palm hits your clit perfectly every time too doesn’t help. The knot is finally about to burst when his fingers start to curl up to hit your g-spot and you can’t help but squeal as it washes over you. The orgasm hits hard as your legs start to shake and your chest heaves with your breathing. Your body goes cold before it heats back up, rushing up your head and down your legs.

His fingers slow down but stay inside you as you come down from your orgasm. He watches as you try to regain your senses, your body still convulsing every few seconds from your release. He presses another soft kiss to your temple, watching your lips quirk up in a small smile.  “Did that do the trick?”

“Thankfully.” You giggle lightly. Your eyes open up to see him with a smile on his face too. “You have become my new favorite person.”

“Well, I won’t be after this. Stay still.” He mentions, then his fingers start to slowly slide out of you. He sees the way your face contorts from overstimulation. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“Could’ve left them there for a minute.” You groan. The full feeling is now gone and is replaced with a slight ache, but nothing too horrid.

“Maybe you should try cockwarming next time.” He suggests, placing his fingers on his tongue to wipe them clean of you.

You’re mesmerized for a second, watching him have a taste of you. “First of all, hot. Secondly, let’s try three fingers, then cockwarming.”

“Name a time and place.” Johnny suggests, his eyes clearing up from their lustful haze. “Don’t forget you promised to suck my dick though.”

“I could take care of that now.” You smirk, then glance down at his basketball shorts to see his little tent. “Since, you know, circumstances arose.”

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[tavarillasgalen]

Good moments from 2022 ���

Seattle roadtrip. Listening to audiobooks on the road, splitting up the 12 hour drive to stay in a tiny Oregon town. The kindness of the people, the fact that drivers and people alike like... Let you move around and stuff, rather than trying to ram into you, even in busy places like Pike Place Market. How insanely good the food was, especially the pine and black pepper ice cream and the spaghetti... I had no idea spaghetti could be so good. How beautiful it was, with the water and the trees. I never even thought about Seattle as a place to live or visit until reading the Written In The Stars books, and from the visit, I could see myself potentially living there.

Getting a raise + exceeds expectations on all points of my performance review. And the fact that my boss raised it even more specifically because of inflation. And when I asked if he had any constructive criticism or anything, he was like, nope, you're wonderful.

Just my job in general. The environment and flexibility and trust levels are to die for. Many workplaces claim to treat you like family, but this one actually does, without saying it. I feel valued and like I'm good at what I do.

Delving more into cosplay. It's such a fun hobby. The perfect creative outlet. My favorite cosplays of the year were all of my Elains, Manon, Gwyn, and Keyleth.

Renn fest. This was a tiny little renn faire type thing by where I live, and it was so fun. It was overcast and drizzly, and it had some structures that looked like old timey buildings. There was mounted archery, which was so cool to see.

Renn faire. My state's big renn faire is always fun. I dressed up as a fairy, with a rainbow wig and crown and huge wings and all. The cutest thing was children seeing me and going "!!!!! It's a fairy, it's a fairy!!!" We saw a sword swallower, vaulting, siege weapon demonstrations, tried honey soda, and more. Some random person slipped my a little scroll and ran away and I was like ??? And it said, "Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry." All down the length of it. So cute lol.

FanX. Oh my goddd, this was so fun! We went all three days. I wasn't sure about it, because I have really bad anxiety, and FanX has thousands of people, but it was really, really fun, all three days. The first day, we went as Vax and Keyleth, and I was surprised by how recognized we were and the people asking for pictures. We went down artist's alley and saw some really cool things. The second day, I went as Manon, and everyone thought I was a Targaryen, lol. We got some Critical Hit soda (so many fun flavors, and if you roll a d20, your drink is free), and then went to a panel about The Boys. The third day, we were Vax and Keyleth again because there was a critical role meet up. So funny, you learn to respond to your character's name. So much asking for pictures, it was a bit overwhelming. I got same Game of Thrones fudge and we went through as much of Artist Alley as we could. They had a quiet room, which was nice for when you get overwhelmed, with the lights down low and coloring pages and stuff. We had some Critical Hit soda again, and then went to the meet up, which was fun. They had professionals doing pictures all over the con, and I had mine taken a few times, which was cool. I've only read the comics while my s/o has watched all the campaigns, he's on 3 right now, so I didnt recognize all the characters, but everyone was so, so nice. I forget if we did more things after the meet up or not, I feel like we went home, but I could just not remember.

Evermore Halloween. I was Alicent and my s/o was a medieval person. It was so cool to see how done up the place was and how it's expanded. We didn't hang around long because I was just.... Brutally depressed, but it was still a fun experience while we were there.

Starting to make things for my cosplays, like Keyleth's overdress from the comics and Keyleth's mantle. Watched sooo many episodes of True Blood and Game of Thrones, lol.

Cosplay shoots, like my mermaid tail in southern Utah, Keyleth with the fall leaves.

Getting the red hair I wanted!

Finally finishing my degree. Somehow managing to go from a failing grade to a 99% on the final and hoping beyond hope I could swing a D- because that's all I needed to pass the class and somehow ending it with a B-. Hard work pays off, I guess.

Finally getting into Game Of Thrones. I think my tastes have changed, because I remember trying it when it was airing, and hating all the violence. When House Of The Dragon aired, I decided to watch the first episode, just to see, and absolutely loved it. And since I watched the first episode the week it came out, I had no new content that week, so then I finally gave Game Of Thrones a go. It's one of my favorite fantasy shows now. Both Game Of Throne and House Of The Dragon were so good. My s/o gave me a beautiful leatherbound set of the books for Christmas, and I'm excited to read them next year.

So many good shows in general. The 100, Game Of Thrones, House Of The Dragon, Warrior Nun, Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin, She-Ra And The Princesses Of Power, The Boys, and probably more that I'm forgetting, all of these were so good/fun.

I remember watching a lot of good movies, too! Neon Demon, Last Night In Soho, The Menu, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Spirited, these were all from the top of my head. My s/o adores the movies, so we go a lot.

My s/o's parents went to Bosnia for over a month over the summer, and we got a taste of living together. It was nice.

Crave cookies. It's become a weekly thing to check their weekly flavors and see if anything catches the eye.

Working out consistently for months. I worked out for maybe 2 or 3 months consistently? My weight didn't change, but my fitness levels definitely did. I was so proud of it. Both Pamela Reif's videos and the gym helped a lot.

So many beautiful commissions of my characters. A wonderful thing to spend money on because you cherish them forever.

Golden gyros!! The best Greek food.

So many good books. I read a lot of romance this year. It's nice feeling seen and validated in a way that you just don't in SFF books.

Time with my horse, always. Physical and mental health issues kept me from seeing her anywhere near as much as I wanted to, but the cowboy takes great care of her.

Pride was so fun. From free energy drinks to rainbow brownies to such loving energy all around, you feel safe there.

Christmas Eve and Christmas were both amazing? Family bonding time, presents that make me feel seen, good food, getting out and doing fun things, I have another post solely about these days. Since them, my family has felt closer, which is nice.

Trips to my parents' Zion house. Always a beautiful area, and its fun just going on a scenic drive through the park or checking out things in the surrounding area, like a ghost town in the fall or a lake to cool off in in 115 degree summer days.

All the improv comedy.

Outdoor adventures, like to the lake or the hot springs.

Generally being an adult and feeling capable of myself. Like making appointments, putting in new windshield wiper fluid, etc.

I'm sure that there's much more, but this is what comes to mind.

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[lilihasabadweek]

After a week of barely eating or even moving since the news of the Jedi Purge, Jango finally gathers the courage to pick up his comm and pull up your contact.

Millions of men that he created just turned their backs on the Jedi Order. On you. It's all his fault. And if you're dead... he'll never live with himself- and neither will Boba. Already, Boba has screamed at him, shoved him, and... completely shut down. Bo won't eat. Won't sleep. In fact, just last night, he caught Boba walking around aimlessly, as if the next corner he turned or the next hallway he entered would have you at the end of it. He's lost. His son is lost and probably his daughter now too and it's all his fault.

But he has to hold out hope. He always knew you were one of the best. You had to make it out. He's not sure what he - or Boba - will do if you didn't.

With a deep breath and a shuddering exhale, Jango starts to type.

Lili

I know you're scared and tired and probably quite beat up. I keep... thinking of some way to fix the situation, or to at least try, and I just come up short.

I need to know that you're alive. I need to. My chest aches relentlessly but I can't help but think and hope that you're alive. You're my brave girl. My cunning Jedi General and warrior. You have to be out there somewhere.

If you are... come home. Come be with us- we'll protect you. We've taken in others around the galaxy that were victims of the Empire's destruction. Please, ad'ika, come home to me. I don't know what I'll do if you're dead. Bo needs you. Please. I love you. We love you.

Come home. Our doors and our arms are open. I'm so sorry.

Dad.

He lets out a sob as he hits send, bringing a hand up to bite on it momentarily so he can keep himself quiet since Boba is right inside a room over. Gently setting his comm down on the table, Jango looks up to the sky, studying each star as though you may be doing the same on whatever planet you're on, looking towards Mandalore.

"Please," he whispers to the stars, shaking his head, "'ve done bad things. Not been a good person. B-But 've never asked for 'nything 'cept my kids. Please don' take 'em now. Any of 'em. Bring 'er back t'me."

"Jango?" Boba rasps roughly from the doorway, his eyes and nose once again tinted pinkish-red from crying.

Jango quickly wipes his eyes and turns, "Bo?"

Boba stares at him for a long moment before finally deciding on, "Go to bed. 's late." He doesn't spend a single second longer on the balcony with his father, his chest aching too much when all he sees is Cody and Jet and all the others he happened to look up to so much. The others who killed his sister.

He moves into his room and climbs into bed with a resigned, shaky sigh, pulling up old chats he had with you. The tears come all over again to the point where he nearly chokes on them, but he keeps scrolling, needing to feel some semblance of you with him since he can't even sleep.

Jango spends about ten more minutes outside with the stars, going down the long list of gods and deities he's heard about, even if they just seem like rumors to him, praying to them individually that they will bring his daughter home to him safe and sound.

I read the message with teary eyes, curled up in a small cave on Felucia- one of my many pit stops recently.

Instead of sending anything back, I pack up my small satchel and pull my robe tightly around me as I track towards my ship.

I had to change clothes, hide my saber in my bag, I don’t even look like a Jedi. But I don’t feel like ‘Lili’ either. Just a Jedi. A Jedi who’s life was stolen.

With Felucia so far away, I don’t arrive on Mandalore until the next day. I land in the city and shuffle up the steps to the palace, holding in a scoff at the line that forms to see the King.

Kasimir. Boba’s brother. Bo says he’s good though. I want to see Bo, I think tiredly.

When it’s my turn, all I say is, “I’m here to see Jango.”