#this is my SIXTH TIME REPOSTING THIS!!!! WHAT THE FUCK

[mirukosbitchywife]

hawks, miruko, fatgum, midnight and eraserhead x vigilante reader

REPOST the original one got flagged as s3xu4l content even tho it's just fluff :(

vigilante reader is tame basically acting as a pro hero just without the license, mainly focusing on saving people, and therefore none of the heros reallu care. no warnings just pure fluff

hawks/keigo takami:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

miruko/rumi usagiyama:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you win a match <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

fatgum/taishiro toyomitsu:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

midnight/nemuri kayama:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

eraserhead/shouta aizawa:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

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[drudyslut]

— warnings: smut! 18+ unprotected sex, overstimulation.

— note: this was a request from @drewstarkeyslut for my 1k celly on my old blog (yeah i started over after hitting 1k let’s not talk abt it, i needed this fresh start) but it was too good not to repost here!

“jj! please, s’too much” you whine. a loud pornographic moan falls past your lips seconds later, an amused smirk painted on jj’s lips.

he continues his assault on your overstimulated cunt, your velvety walls clenching around him tightly, sucking him further into you.

the squelching sounds of your pussy, followed by loud whines and moans fill the entirety of the room, your pleas for jj to give you a break falling on deaf ears.

jj presses his thumb firmly against your clit, rubbing harsh, sloppy circles around the sensitive bud. “i’m sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making”

you press your head further into your pillows, bottom lip brought between your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut so tight you could see stars.

you dig your fingernails into his shoulders, breaking the skin and leaving half crescent moons behind. jj lets out a loud groan, his head falling into the crook of your neck. he begins leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking deep purple marks there, marking his territory.

the band in your belly begins tightening again, your sixth orgasm threatening to burst out of you. you’re a babbling, drooling mess, your brain short circuiting and making it difficult to form words anymore.

“one more baby, just one more and i’ll stop” jj coos, his thumb rubbing softly against your cheek.

a loud moan falls from your lips, the band finally snapping for the sixth and hopefully final time, your release squirting from you. your entire body was shaking, mind was completely blown, nothing but whimpers and moans coming from you as jj continued his thrusts, fucking you through your high as he chases his own.

you feel his cock twitching inside you, the hot ropes of his cum filling you up again. jj thrusts himself deep inside you twice, fucking his cum deep into you before pulling himself from you. “such a good girl, you did so good for me baby”

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[ja3hwa]

Day 08 : Degradation : Yunho

「Title」 : Act like It

「Word count」 : 430

-> Genre: Smut, Slight Angst

Paring: Yunho x Reader

[Warnings] : Degradation (obviously) Dirty Talk, (again.. obviously) big dick Yunho. Angst-ish. Squirting. Pet names. Unprotected sex (Don't do that) Let me know if I missed anything.

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Jealousy was something you didn’t see in Yunho. He was someone that rarely got really Jealous. But yet the night you were at his place, hanging out with his friends instead of him. That's when his emotions took over his mind, rather than listening to his rationality. He needed to remind you who belonged to, who owned every part of your body. And that’s exactly what he did. Having you a whining and whimpering mess under him as he denies your orgasm for the five or sixth time, you’ve lost count. You repeated the lame ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I didn’t mean it’. But Yunho didn’t buy any of it. No, he chose to say exactly what he thought of you at that moment while his cock was so deep inside you, you could feel him in your tummy.

“My little whore. Just begging to get fucked by my friends.” His thrusts suddenly slowed at your high being close.

“You can't function without a cock inside you, can you? Always needing to be filled.” His words stung in the best way, as his hand that held your wrists above your head felt the same.

“Dirty slut. You enjoying this aren’t you? You gonna cum from me talking down to you? Huh? Are you that desperate?” he suddenly lets go of your hands, moving your legs over his shoulders before pounding into you with a speed from the gods. You scream from his words and the feeling of his cock, losing control in the pleasure being gifted to you. And before you could say anything, you came, hard. Dripping down your thighs, squirting all over his cock, onto the bed. His movements stopped with a hard brake making you come down from your high with a sudden hitch of your breath. You opened your glossy eyes when he gripped your chin pulling your face to look at him.

“Did you just squirt? Filthy bitch, I didn’t say you could cum!!” No more jealousy could be shown on his face, now anger was all he could express. First, you flirt with his friends, throw yourself at them and now you cum without permission.

“You’re in for a long night Tiny.” He sat up, turning you around with no effort. Sticking your ass up he gives it a slap before sinking back into your dripping heat. “You want to act like a whore. Then I’ll fuck you like one.”

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[nouearth]

obsession.

bart allen x male reader headcanon.

wc: 0.6k. genre: angst. warnings: obsessed!reader, stalker!reader, possessive!reader.

a/n: sorry it's so short (and sucky). ;; i've honestly been in a slump and i constantly feel like my writing isn't that good, LOL. it's been hitting hard the past few weeks, but maybe i just need to get some inspiration.

request: anon.

—it was dumb of you to feel this way. 

—pathetic, if you were to insult yourself. you already have many times, so once more wouldn’t hurt.

—jealousy was not a vocabulary in your book. in your world, you trusted your partners, as they had trusted you. thankfully, every one of your relationships had ended on mutual terms. 

—you were even still friends with a few of them.

—so, the fact that you were possessive over bart sent tremors to the spine of your book. 

—it snapped, cracked, and allowed the loose pages to be carried by wind and drafted somewhere into the ocean. 

—pages of feelings, deep and dizzying ones that kept you up all night until you had vertigo. and even when you were sick of those feelings, it only made you want him more. 

—as if bart allen could pacify the swirls of your mind, or find the missing pages to your book. whether he could or couldn’t, it wouldn’t matter because he would be yours now. 

—he’s mine.

—you remembered thinking that to yourself when a girl that you’ve seen before, two times now, batted her pretty eyelashes, licked her pretty lips, bounced her pretty hair at bart.

—it was the same ordeal. rinse and repeat, and it always caught him in a laugh, a gleeful smile.

—you wished it was directed towards you, curated solely for you. 

—he’s just being nice. you convinced yourself.

—bart is only for you.

—you didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you. the only reason you did was because the barista called his name.

—bart. what an interesting name.

—since then, he’s hooked you like bait. 

—iced caramel macchiato, you muttered one day. 

—it was his usual. an extremely sugary drink, but considering bart always looked like he came in after a run, it was a reward that he treated himself to at least twice a week.

—and twice a week, you’d come. wednesdays and fridays. 

—you’ve been wasting more money than ever, sipping on poorly brewed coffee that you could brew better at home.

—but it was worth it. all worth it.

—to see bart.

—always chipper, always tipped, and always…

—always had that girl come in and steal what could’ve been his dedicated attention towards you.

—you balled your hand into a fist, watching from your usual corner. 

—he doesn’t fucking know you. can’t you see he’s uncomfortable? leave him alone.

—your breath hiked when her hand gently rested on his shoulder in the brief moment they shared a laugh.

—you wished you and bart could too. 

—you swallowed hard on the fifth day, when the girl handed her phone to him.

—you wished you had his number.

—you breathed harder when on the sixth day, he no longer visited the café anymore because he had no reason to anymore.

—you wished you were his reason. 

—another week passed, and you would wait every day now.

—anxiously and desperately as you gulped down bart’s favorite drink.

—it was the only way you could remember him.

—be a part of him.

—and the drink had never tasted so bitter until the last week.

—the last day.

—they held hands as they entered the café.

—one honey latte, please.

—all right, and for you, sir?

—uh, can i get one chai tea? that’s your favorite right, babe?

—for the very first time, you didn’t wish for anything.

—instead, you left, threw your drink in the trash, and grumbled.

—for the very first time, you’d take your wishes into your own hands and squeezed them into pulps, into demands.

—you.—will.—be.—mine.

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[vagabond-umlaut]

hi kit !! :3 hope you’re well <3

can i request "why are you doing this?" "because i love you." w kakashi for the prompts ? tysm !!

⁙ conundrum

(noun) a confusing and difficult problem or question

‣ modern au! ceo! hatake kakashi x personal assistant! gn! reader; 0.63k wc; hints of enemies-to-lovers trope; sickfic; one mention of drinking, throwing up, hangover; idiots in love; love confessions; tooth-rotting fluff; domestic fluff

‣ hey jess (@pupkashi)!! ofc you can!!!! tysm and hope you'll like this <333

‣ first time writing for the sixth hokage with minimum knowledge possible on naruto manga/anime. gif, divider and characters ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

a conundrum.

a baffling, bewitching conundrum is what you are to hatake kakashi.

from your first day as the man's personal assistant when you call the black coffee he drinks as 'overpriced water'...

... to the day, a month later, you fib on there being heaps of work to be done, thus you being in office – when you finished everything two days prior; besides it being a Sunday, the death anniversary of his father and kakashi the only one working there...

... to the day you chatter his ears off, listing the reasons why you, 'the most tolerant assistant ever' (not his words, yours) deserve a pay hike – the main reason being 'the twenty times in the past six months you hauled his drunk ass to his penthouse on the thirtieth floor, ensured he didn't die choking on his puke or from a hangover headache, and dealt with every task of his for the next two days – what with him being a fucking lightweight and all' (again not his words, yours)...

... to now, when you're at his bedside, applying a piece of wet cloth to his forehead, a worried scowl twisting your pretty features.

a shadow of a smirk plays with the corner of his lips as he asks, "you do realize, right, unlike before, i won't increase your salary for playing nurse to me this time?"

"i know," you mutter, as you dial in the doctor's number. the call goes unanswered yet again, kakashi discerns from the quiet sigh falling past your lips. keeping your phone next to the night lamp, you return your attention to him and caress his cheek with a cool palm.

despite leaning into the comfort you offer him from his fever-stricken state, the man's smirk at you doesn't budge one bit.

"then, why are you doing this?"

your hand stills over the apple of his cheek.

in the soft light of the afternoon sun filtering in through the curtains, kakashi watches the way your gaze darts anxiously (and dare he say, coyly) from him to the wall clock and back to him, your teeth nibbling on your lower lip – before a tiny smile blooms on your lips.

"because i love you."

it's kakashi's turn to grow still now.

jaw hanging wide open, the man stares and stares at you - the you who just keeps smiling at him, all sweet and innocent, as if you did not just drop the bomb of a fucking love confession on his sick self - when a sudden hiccup escapes him and you burst out laughing.

"you're such a dumbass, sir," you wheeze, giving him a glass of water from the bedside table. kakashi accepts it silently, lips pressed into a thin line and eyes shooting daggers.

you continue with an unruffled grin, "don't worry, sir. i might not be the most ideal employee but i ain't that unideal to start a relationship with my boss- much less if he's the ceo. much less if it's you."

irked, kakashi opens his mouth to throw back a quip - only to be cut off by a doorbell before he can get a word out. giving him a wide grin and a wink, you hurry to get the door and the man slumps back in his bed, watching your receding figure.

yeah, you and him getting together can only cause problems, power imbalance the foremost amongst them, kakashi thinks as relief floods him from knowing your confession was a hoax – before you walk in, brows pinched together as you check whether you've received every medicine ordered or not – and an unbidden thought hurtles through the man's mind.

what might his life look like with you in it – not as his assistant but as his partner?

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Maybe I Should Have Ducked?

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

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San Francisco is usually beautiful in late Spring. The air wasn’t sweltering yet, the flowers were in bloom.  

And the rivalry with Los Angeles was in full swing.  

Frank gritted his teeth at the thought of having to see Bobby Fuller again.  That asshole had been traded two years after the Vegas incident and he and Frank had been at each others throats during that time. So seeing him with the Giants was hard.  The Dodgers would be playing the Giants more often than he did with the Red Sox.  

During the first inning, there was almost a full out brawl when the pitcher almost hit Frank in the head with an errant pitch. Frank got into his face but never made a violent move.  The benches were  given a warning and play continued.  

Abby sat in the dugout as the trainer on the field, a responsibility that she enjoyed because not only was she involved with the team, but she was also close to Frank.  They didn’t interact much, knowing the TV cameras were everywhere, but Frank gave her a side smirk every once in a while, allowing the butterflies to gather in her stomach. When he could, he gave her a gentle touch, so she knew he was there.  

It seemed the game calmed down for a few innings until the top of the sixth.  Frank was back at bat and observed a pitching changeup.  The new pitcher, Smith, stopped to hear something from Fuller and then warmed up. Frank was curious but he let it go, concentrating on the pitch. The first one was low and inside, the second was away.  Frank smirked. He knew he just needed to be patient.  

Except when the fastball went wide of the box. And bounced off of Frank’s hand and into his face.  

He dropped to the ground, not moving. Abby grabbed her bag and followed another trainer out to the field. “Adler? Frank? Can you hear me?” Abby looked at Dave, the other trainer. “We need to move him. Get the brace.”  After fitting Frank with the neck brace, Dave and Abby carefully turned him over. “Oh Frankie,” she whispered.  

Frank had blood coming from the side of his face. “Fuck,” he moaned.  He blinked. “Cricket?”  

“Oh thank God. Let’s get the backboard,” she ordered Dave. As the EMTs came in, she smiled down at Frank. “If you wanted my attention, there are other ways Franklin.”  

“Full name treatment. I’m an injured man Cricket.” He smiled but immediately grimaced. Johnny came over to check on him.  “Hey man.”  

“Adler, jesus, are you ok?” 

“Maybe I should have ducked?” 

Abby smacks his shoulder. “We’re gonna get him checked out Storm.”  They loaded him to a cart as the crowd in San Francisco clapped and Frank gave a wave.  

The ride to the hospital was quick and Abby spoke with the attending physician to advise what happened.  She stood back in the examination room as the doctors on call checked him over.  The lead doctor came to speak to Abby. “Dr. Hernandez, it looks like Mr. Adler has a very minor concussion, a contusion on his face that will require a couple of stitches and a broken pinkie finger.  My recommendation is three weeks of healing.”  

Abby let out a sigh of relief. “That's better news than I had hoped for.  I agree with your assessment.  I will let the team know. Thank you so much.”  

“We can release him in your care today but no flying for 48 hours. Let me know if you need anything else?” 

“Just copies of his records for the team.” They shook hands and Abby went to Frank. “How do you feel about a small vacation?” 

“That bad?” 

“Broken pinkie, a small cut that needs stitches, and a small concussion. The League is putting you into concussion protocol, which is two weeks and the pinkie will need an extra week.  I’m sorry love, but three weeks on the injury reserved.”  

“That’s all of June,” Frank whines as he leans his head back.  Abby runs her nails through his scalp gently and he lets out a hum of contentment. “Will you stay with me Cricket?” He looked at her with puppy eyes.  

“I will have to work a little but yes, I can stay with you.”  

“What about...” 

“He’s back east with the firm. He took a case over there that will last about a month.” She bit her lip. “We’ll be fine.”  

Frank kissed the inside of her wrist. “I love you.”  

“I love you.  Now, let’s get you discharged and to the hotel. I need to let Todd know your status and have another trainer join the team for the rest of the trip.”  

When Frank and Abby arrived back at LAX, a teary Mary and Scott were waiting for them.  Mary ran up to Frank and he scooped her up with his good hand.  She cried into his neck, and he tried to sooth her. “Hey Nugget, its ok, I’m ok.”  

Mary pulled back and squished his face between her small hands.  She pushes his head around, inspecting the cut and his eyes. “Frank, you scared me.” She pushes his lips to make him smile. “You’re smiling.”  

“Yeah, I scared me too.  But Abby took good care of me.”  He flashed a soft smile to Abby before Mary launched herself into Abby.  

“Thank you, Abby, for taking care of Frank.”  

“Always Nugget. I’ll always take care of my family.”  She put Mary down so Frank could take her hand and she turned to Scott.  “How bad?” 

“She cried until you guys called. It was pretty scary.” Scott huffs.  “If he wanted your attention...” 

“I did not do it to get her attention,” Frank growled.  “If I wanted to get her attention, I would just need to show her my...” 

“Franklin!” 

Scott snickered as Frank groaned.  “Franklin, that’s so lame,” Mary says.  

Frank looks at Abby, who blows him a kiss. He shakes his head but returns the gesture as they make it out to the car.  Getting home, Frank gets to the couch and leans his head back. “Are you in pain Frankie?” 

“A little, Cricket.” He grimaces. “Just feel pressure behind my eyes.”  

“Yep, that’s the concussion.” Abby reaches for her bag and takes out a couple of tablets. “Here, let me get you some water.” Scott comes around with a bottle of water and Frank looks at him gratefully. He swallows the medicine and tries to close his eyes. “Baby, if you want to sleep, you should be in your room with the curtains closed. You’ll feel better, promise.”  

“Will you lay with me?” he asked pathetically.  

“Sure love.”  She helps Frank up and into his room. She gets him down and curled up against him. “Better?” He nodded and closed his eyes. “Rest, my love.  I’ll be right here.”  

The next ten days were calm with Frank still recovering from his concussion. On day 12, he became restless. He woke up with his Cricket in his arms, her butt right up against his pelvis. Christ, her ass is perfect, he thinks. He lets his hand wander down, dipping below her panties. She sighs in her sleep, but Frank wants to wake her up. He pulls her leg over his hip to open her up and lets his fingertips dip into her folds. Fucking wet and warm for him, like always. He slowly sinks a finger in.  

“Frankie,” she moans softly. “Baby, your head.” 

“It is clear as ever Cricket. Can I have you?” She nods and Frank smiles. He adds a finger and pumps at a steady rhythm. She cries out quietly and he palms her clit.  He brings her to the brink and watches as she shatters in his arms.  

“Need. More,” she pants.  

“Whatever you need Cricket.”  Frank pushes her panties down her legs and then pushes his own boxers down, grasping her knee and pulling it back over his hip.  He let his tip dance around the remnants of her release before slowly pushing in. She purrs at the stretch, and he gives a low chuckle.  “Can you be quiet for me Cricket? Can you be a good girl and be quiet?” He feels her nod against his ear. He pulls back and rocks back into her and he can feel her hum at the sensation.  “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”  

Abby is lost in the sensation of Frank taking her apart slowly. He isn’t rough or fast, just taking his time, making her feel everything. She whimpers at a particularly deep thrust into her womb but she doesn’t cry out. “That's my good Cricket,” he whispers, making her clench around him. “Didn’t realize you have a thing for praise, my love.”  

“Frankie,” she whispered. “Don’t be cruel.”  

“Never, my love.” He ran a finger down her skin until he met her clit.  He rubbed slowly, feeling her build around his cock. “Are you almost there? I know you are, can feel it.”  

“Yes,” she gasped. He didn’t stop until she shattered, seeing stars as he pumped in one, two, three and released inside of her with a low groan.  

“I love you.”  

“I love you more.”  

“Not possible.”  

“Let’s take a trip.”  

Abby looks from her coffee. “What?” 

“Let’s go on a trip.  Nug has her trip to DC this week, Scott’s heading back to Boston while she’s gone. I can’t stare at these walls anymore Cricket.”  

“You’re on injured reserve Frankie, you can’t just take a trip.”  

Frank pouts and gives her puppy eyes.  “Please?” 

“Oh so you think that just giving me eyes and a sweet little please is going to change my mind.”  Abby turns back to her computer with a scoff.  She misses Frank coming from behind her and sweeping her curls off of her shoulder.  He presses sweet kisses to her neck and shoulders, watching her lose her head and tilt back, exposing more of her.  

“I can stop, my love, and just go back to the couch.”  

“N-no.” She closes her eyes as her hand cups the back of his neck.  She can feel his smile against her skin.  

“Just a few nights. Please.”  

Abby starts to lose control of her gasps. She knows she needs to be quiet but the sensation of his lips on the column of her throat is one of the best she’s ever felt. “Ok,” she whispers as he nips her gently. “Fine, where do you want to go?” 

After Mary is dropped off with the school for her trip, Frank heads to the airport to drop Scott off for his flight to Boston.  “Have fun Frank,” he said with a wink.  

“You too Scott.” He gave him a hug and walked back to his car.  As he drove away from LAX, a sign blinked at him and an idea hit him. It was time, he thought to himself. He messaged Abby.  

Frank: pack for the heat  Abby: Why?  Frank: I want to take you somewhere and it will be hot.   Abby: I hate being hot.   Frank: Humor me  Abby: 😑 Fine.   Frank: Love you. 😘 

Abby packed her suitcase, smiling at the message Frank sent when another popped up 

Mike: How’s the road trip?  Abby: Fine.  Mike: I miss you  Abby: You too  Mike: I’ll be home in a week.   Abby: Ok, I’ll be home 

“Fuck,” she muttered.  She hated that she hadn’t had the nerve to just break it off yet. She was just scared of Mike’s reaction. Abby wasn’t normally a confrontational person.  The last time she was hostile, well, she lost Frank. The memory made her sad. When she heard the door open, she shook it off and closed her case.  

“Hey Cricket. All set?” Frank’s excitement was in the air.  

“Yeah baby, I’m all set.” Abby smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.  “Gonna tell me where we are going?” 

He kissed her nose. “Nope. Let’s go.” He grabbed her bag and his and headed to his Camero.  

“I can’t believe you still have this car.”  

“I can’t believe you would think that I got rid of it.” Frank started the car and headed out. “This is my prize for getting drafted.”  

“And here I thought that was me,” she replied without a thought. Frank smile dropped a little. He swallowed, wondering if this road trip idea was smart. He stayed silent, thinking about all the details and hoped that she would listen.  

A few hours later, Abby’s face was in disbelief.  Frank had taken them to Las Vegas.  She didn’t know what to say. Why would he bring them to the very place that had broken them?  Having never been to the city herself, she was awestruck at the lights and sounds.  Frank pulled into a fancy one, the Bellagio and had the valet take their car and bags.  He held her hand as they walked into the lobby.  Abby gasped as she took in the glass flower ceiling. “Wow.”  

“It is beautiful,” Frank commented. “When the team had come out here and we were walking around, I remember thinking that you would have loved this.”  

“Is this... is there where...” 

“No Cricket. I will never go back to that particular hotel ever again.” Frank checked them in and a hotel concierge walked them to their room.  “This is one of our high roller suites, sir.  If you need anything just call the desk and someone will be right up.”  

“Thank you.” Frank tipped the man as Abby took in the room.  It faced out to the strip and she could see the other hotels. Suddenly, what sounded like a cannon blasted water up in the air and the fountain began to dance.  

“The fountain,” she squealed as Frank chuckled. She could faintly hear the remnants of a Frank Sinatra in the air as the towers of water began to dance.  When it ended, Abby clapped. “That was amazing.”  

“It says here that it happens every half hour to a new song until midnight so we can watch it again if you like Cricket.”  Frank loved watching her as she enjoyed the show.  It was something he remembered from that awful October, wishing he could have shared it with her then. “C’mon baby, let me feed you and we can take a walk.”  

After a delicious meal, Frank and Abby walked hand in hand on the crowded streets. They pointed at the different signs, different characters that were walking the strip, laughing, and enjoying being just Frank and Abby.  As they approached one hotel, Frank’s palms began to sweat. “Frankie?” 

“Can I tell you a story? It doesn’t have a happy ending but maybe we can rewrite it.” Frank looked to his feet.  

“You can talk to me about anything, love.” Abby cupped his cheek. “Take your time.”  

Frank swallowed.  “About five years ago, I won the big game for my team, and we came here to celebrate. I really didn’t want to because I had my amazing girlfriend and my darling little niece at home, but I didn’t want to come off as a bad team player.  My best friend came with me, and we lived it up.  Our captain had gotten us a couple of tables at a club, and we had fun.” Frank sighed and pointed to the club in front of the MGM. “See that sign? Its for the club we went to.  This is the hotel we were staying at.  Anyways, we partied and went back to the suite where some of us had been staying at.”  

“Alone?” She asked, quietly.  

“Me, yes.  Some women approached me that night, but I refused.  I wasn’t drinking as much as the rest of the guys from what I can remember. Anyways, some of the guys had brought girls back with us and the hotel had set up a bar for us to drink from.  There was a pool off the balcony of the room and the girls were getting in with just their underwear.  I was uncomfortable.  I said that to Mike. The last thing I remember clearly was him handing me a glass of scotch.  He said, ‘Adler, you earned this.’ You’re a good man to Abby and a wonderful father to Mary.  Just relax and enjoy.’” 

“Mike handed you that drink?” 

“That’s the last one I remember.  When I woke up, I was in a room, not mine. My head was splitting, and I was dehydrated.  I made it to the bathroom and when I looked back, I saw the blonde. I yelled at her, asking her what the fuck she was doing in my room. She panicked and said she didn’t remember coming in there with me.  Mike rushed in and told her to get out while checking over with me.  I asked him what I had done, and he said, I swear, he said that I got drunk, and I couldn’t make it to my room so he put me in his.”  

Abby closed her eyes. “Why would Mike lie?  He had no reason to.”  

“Abby, I love how you are so trusting but Mike has had it bad for you since high school. But he knew I liked you and was working up the nerve to tell you for years. But back to the story. I called Steve and asked what I should do.  He was here as well with another client.  He asked me to stop the girl and ask her for the truth.  I did manage to stop her, ask her and promise not to go to the press.  I would pay anything for it not to go to press.  I needed to tell you first.  Steve showed up and got an NDA in place. He talked to her and she confirmed, nothing happened.”  

“But then the pictures came out.”  

“Then the pictures came out.  I was so angry that someone, who knows who, they violated my privacy, my trust.  I was desperately trying to get to you first but by the time I landed, it was too late. You didn’t let me explain and I lost you.”  

“Oh Frankie,” she cried as she pressed herself into his chest.  

“I’m so sorry Cricket. I should have called, I should have done something else to stop this from happening. I lost five years with you when a simple phone call would have solved everything.  I am so sorry.”  

“I’m sorry too Frankie, I should have just taken a moment to listen to you. When I got those texts of those photos...” 

Frank pulled back. “What texts?” 

“I got an anonymous text with the photos and an audio of you just says, “I can’t tell Abby,” I thought, well I thought it was more common.”  

“You don’t know who sent it.” She shook her head. “Fuck, I don’t, I don’t even know what to say.  I was always going to tell you but I didn’t want to do it by phone.” He pulled her back into his arms and held her tight. “I love you Cricket.  I never stopped.” He kissed the top of her head as they held each other.  

Abby sighed after a while.  “Take me to bed?” 

Frank didn’t answer, just turned away from the hotel that ruined his life and started back to the fountain.  As they walked, Abby spotted something and stopped.  “Cricket?” 

She pointed at the building. “We could make better memories.”  

Frank stared at the building and back at his girl.  

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No worries | T. Kei x F!reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of stress and insomnia, hints at pregnancy⚠️

An: repost from wattpad

Female reader.

Wc: 1,276

It's currently 2 in the morning and you're awake, deciding that right now is the perfect time to converse with Kei to ease your boredom due to the fact that you can't sleep, and all your tossing and turning has woken up your husband.

"Did you know what when you can't sleep it means someone's thinking about you." You break the silence after Kei told you to go back to bed.

"What the actual fuck Y/n." His voice was raspy from being woken up just now. "Go back to bed." He turns away from you.

"I already told you I can't sleep and I'm going to make it your problem too, Mr. Tsukishima." You poke his back, sending shivers down his spine, not only from your cold ass fingers, but because you tossed the blanket off of him.

He ignored you, hoping that if he pretended to fall asleep that you'd somehow, someway get tired and doze off yourself. However things didn't really like to go Kei's way, you sighed loudly and turned to your side again.

This wasn't out of the ordinary for you, when you'd get overly stressed or have important things to get done you often found yourself awake at ungodly hours of the night. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you'd get up to get a drink then fall right back asleep.

There were also those other times where no matter what you did, you couldn't go back to sleep. That's when he'd normally wake up and try his best to help you, often ending with the two of you going downstairs to watch tv and then after awhile you'd both fall asleep on top of another.

Knowing you weren't comfortable enough to fall back asleep worried him, he didn't want you to be up by yourself, suffering by yourself, his need to go back to sleep washed away quickly as his mind kept racing.

"You still awake?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"Yes." You sigh.

Now he knows somethings up, he wished he caught on it before bed. This was going to cost you both in the morning when you had to get ready for the day.

"What's wrong?" He scoots closer to you, enough to to drape an arm over you, showing you he wasn't going back to bed and was here to listen. "'Nd don't say 'nothing', okay? None of that shit."

There was no stalling when it came to your husband, he preferred to get straight to the point, especially when it came with any inconvenience involving you.

"Do you think we should move closer to your family?" You ask.

This wasn't really what he was expecting, but at the same time he wasn't sure what to expect.

"Is this what you're worried about?" He scoffs lightly.

This wasn't all that you were worried about. "It's just—I don't like knowing we have to live so far away because of my job."

"That's a stupid thing to be worried about, I've told you I don't mind it, plus it's only about 2 hours away."

You frown in the darkness, pouting. Kei seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to you because he feels you pout.

"Don't pout." His thumb comes to touch your lower lip, then caressing your cheek. "I'm really okay with it."

"But—"

"No. None of that, don't be stressing about this, okay? They understand why." He explains, now running your shoulder softly with his thumb.

"I want to be closer to them... I emailed my boss for potential job opportunities over there." You confess.

"Is that what you want?" He feels you nod softly from being so close to him. "I won't stop you, but that means I'm going to have to start looking over there too."

"I already know you've been looking at jobs over there."

"Is that why you want to move? I was honestly just looking because houses are cheaper over there, not because I miss my family." He chuckles lightly. "Who needs Akiteru?"

"Kei." You pout again.

"Kidding." He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "I wanted to get your opinion on it, but I wanted to wait until I can even find a job there. Didn't wanna get your hopes up."

He feels you sigh again, now you’re hugging him, finding relaxation by hearing his heartbeat.

"That all?" He asks.

You hate lying to him, but you can't tell him your little secret yet. "Yeah."

"You're keeping me up, Mrs. Tsukishima." He yawns. "Can't believe I'm stuck with you idiot."

"You married me." You giggle, pressing multiple kisses on his cheeks and chin.

"What an unfortunate arrangement." He clicks his tongue.

"You proposed to me."

"A moment of weakness." You gasp at him, pushing his face away from the warmth of your neck.

"I'm going to sleep downstairs." You pretend to be mad at him. He groans and keeps you from moving, hugging your waist, preventing you from leaving. "Let go! Don't squeeze so hard." You wriggle out of his grasp.

"Don't make me go downstairs, come back."

"I'll be back, I just need to get some water." You say and he nods, getting up to use the bathroom while he waits for you. Your stomach grumbled, which wasn't surprising to you.

Your period completely skipped last month which was very odd for you. It's not like you were trying to be careful, you both agreed that if it happened it'd happen. You knew he wasn't opposed to children, he openly talked about wanting a family at some point.

This has also been keeping you up at night, plus the thought of having a child so far away from both of your families stressed you out.

You haven't taken a test, but you also haven't been feeling the best. There's no doubt in your mind that you're pregnant, which is keeping you up now. The pantry was the first thing you looked at once you went downstairs.

Something easy and quick to eat seemed reasonable, grabbing the closest thing to you and downing it, then taking a glass of water back upstairs.

"What took you so long, thought you were only getting water?" He asks as you came back into the room, getting back in the bed.

"I got a quick snack, you miss me?" You tease. "I wasn't gone for too long, awww you poor baby."

He clicked his tongue, "Get in bed. We both have work tomorrow and it's almost 4."

"I forgot about work." You groan. "Sorry for keeping you up, now you're going to be exhausted tomorrow."

"Don't apologize. I have a sixth sense with you, I could tell it was something serious keeping you up." He smiled softly, you're sure he's really tired because he probably would've called you an idiot after assuring you, but he didn't.

Now you're staring to feel a bit tired, you don't have to be up until 10, but Kei has to be up earlier than you.

"Let's go to bed now." You say after taking a sip of your water. He yawns and gets settled into bed, pulling you close to his chest.

"I love you." He whispers to you, only wanting you to hear. It was for your ears only.

"I love you too." You trace figures on his chest, helping to ease your worries and take your mind off of things. You know he won't be upset to hear about the pregnancy, now it's mostly excitement rushing through you.

Everything's going to be okay as long as you have your husband by your side.

*do not steal or plagiarize.

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Warnings: Uhhh. Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader

Plot: Seven dates that has a significant mark in your life, one of which massively tilted and fucked up your world for good.

Seven men you didn't want to have more significance in your life than they already have for each of those dates you desperately want to forget.

Genre: mutual pining (ik, ik, i'm sorry), light angst, denial of feelings, eventual poly ot7

placeholder: avoust xxix - óutobre xxxi - nouvèmbre xv - desèmbre xxvi - febrié xxiii - mai xiii - juliet xxii

this is not my first dabble at the bts fandom but this was my first bangtan fic i posted in ao3 2 years ago bc i was a baby army (and my first bangtan creation [not the mixtape series] one is still unfinished and unposted wkwkwkw) so pls be kind to me uwu n i don't really have army moots so if you wanna, come say hi to me on twitter @shimaeara (i don't use it for now because i have no moots there yet) this fic is fucking self-serve and was written without sleep and came to me after reading a fucking drarry slowburn and binge listening to Moonchild and continued after weeks(months) of procrastination and am not good at smut so i might not be able to write it graphically for now idk sorry (edit, 2023: I can write smut now lmao but im still not good at it so i'll try!!!!) artists mentioned are not mine and own themselves. only my original character is self-made, and portrayal and descriptions are in no way real and did not happen in life. everything is entirely fictional not beta'd so i take full responsibility for each and every mistake, my existence included.

i'm reposting this right now because of the date in my country (and a happy birthday to my irl bestfriend, allain. hope you're happy wherever you are, fucker

aight imma head out

💜 You're not aware of the date today.

You wake up unusually early. It's ironic—everything today seems to be, and it's only six in the morning. That in itself should've clued you in because never in a million years would you wake up at five fucking thirty ahead of your alarm, and a weekend at that.

No one dare wake you up voluntarily before seven safest, not after that incident with an overly-hyper Joji that resulted in him sporting a black eye and split lip for a week. No hard feelings were had; you've been bestfriends with him during the past few years since he became your client at the villa. It was resolved with a quick fuck before you even got out of bed. Everybody pretended that the scratches on his back were—ahem—inflicted during the fight.

Pft. Sure.

He has since left residence, but he still flounces around whenever his schedule allows, the motherfucker. You should remind him to bring his own food next time because he cleansweeps the fridge every time.

Your mood has been off since you opened your eyes. You lie there for a few minutes before you realize that it's still kind of dark outside, and a quick check of your phone informs you of the time.

5:36 am

Huh. That's fucking early.

You rub at your chest softly, wondering where the hollow sinking feeling is coming from and what roused you from your sleep. Granted that yes, you're not the most mentally healthy person, but the feeling is different from usual. Almost worse.

You try to go back to sleep but right as you were about to drift off, your bladder decides to kick in. Groaning, you roll out of bed and pad sleepily to your bathroom to do your business with closed eyes, trying not to let go of your sleepiness. Of course, that proves futile. You aren't able to fall right back to sleep after that. Normally, you'd have no problem jumping right back to snoozing, but again, irony.

When trying prove to be useless, you decide to get up. On the way down, you forget to take your phone with you, and you ain't going back to sixth ass floor when you're already on the second. You continue onward and bump into Shads. "Morning, Matt."

He looks at you in trepidation, and you laugh lightly at his expression. Nobody dare forget that you're not a morning person. "Hey, Y/N."

"Relax, I'm not gonna punch you." He laughs at that and visibly relaxes.

"You're up early," he comments.

"Yeah. I don't even know why, and I can't go back to sleep now anyways so..."

He nods. "Well, I'm just turning in. Need to catch some sleep before we fly later."

"Fun night?" You ask.

He snorts at that with a laugh as he turns away to walk to his room. "Wish. Had to be at the studio to fix some things."

"Aw, you poor baby."

"Fuck off."

You both laugh and walk away; him towards his room, and you towards the kitchen. "Sleep well. I'll make sure the car will be here later for you guys."

"Thanks, babe."

You feel it again while you are making myself a cup of hot chocolate at the communal kitchen. You have a love-hate relationship with coffee, so you don't drink it that much. You thump your chest lightly with a slight grimace, the feeling almost crushing now. Your heart is racing and you don't know why, hands shaking as you grip the counter and try to breathe through your mouth.

"Y/N?"

You look up to see Jin in his pajamas, blinking at you owlishly. "Hey, Jin." Your grimace morphs into an awkward smile and you put your arms to your side in fear that he might've seen it—he did.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you say, ignoring the heavy pounding feeling in your chest. He doesn't look convinced. "You're up early."

He shakes his head. "This is my usual waking time. You're early."

Well, you don't have a rebut for that.

"Are you sure you're okay, Y/N?" he asks again when you stay silent.

"Yeah." You will yourself to calm down, even though it's obviously unsuccessful. "I think I'm just having a heartburn."

He raises an eyebrow at that, clearly not buying your lie. He decides to spare you instead. "You shouldn't be having hot chocolate then; that will just trigger it more. Sit. I'll make us some tea."

"No, no, it's okay! I'm fine." You try to argue, but you quickly shut up when he narrows his eyes at you. You wait in awkward silence as he prepares the tea and starts making breakfast, possibly for his friends. Once it was done, you thank him and turn to go back to your room.

"Where are you going?" he asks, spatula raised from where he is cooking.

"Back to my room?"

He shakes his head. "No, you sit. I'm making breakfast anyway."

"But I—"

"Are you really this stubborn?" When you remain silent, he hums and goes back to cooking "That's what I thought. Now sit down."

And what choice do you have?

"Do you take any medicines?" he asks after a few minutes of silence.

"...no?"

"Not even for anxiety? Or anything?"

Wow. What happened to sparing you? You shake your head no. He just raises his brows at that and (mercifully) changes the topic. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing. It's my first break in months, so I think I might just sleep all day and stay in bed. I don't know." You shrug. "How 'bout you guys? Do you have promotions today?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. We're all preparing for Jungkook's birthday. It's in three days."

Wait. Jungkook's birthday is September 1.

You stop at that, the cup of tea paused from where you were just about to take a drink. "T-three days?" You ask shakily as he puts some food on a plate and places it down in front of you, unaware of your inner turmoil. The food smells amazing, but you don't think you can handle eating right now.

"Yeah. It's 29 today, isn't it?" Jin takes his phone that was on the counter and checks, then puts the phone back down. "It is. We're gonna prepare a surprise for him."

Fuck.

"That's good," you say, trying not to show how your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest. He smiles at you and turns back to where he's cooking.

So that's why you've been feeling off since you woke up. 29th. It's the 29th of August today.

You finish your food with difficulty but you don't show it to him to not be ungrateful. His cooking is great, but your mind is really just elsewhere today. "Thanks for the breakfast. And uh, the tea." You clear your throat as you finish washing your plate.

"No biggie." He smiles brightly and you almost forget—almost.

"Have fun today with your plans. I'll be"—you swallow as you leave the room almost hurriedly, and Jin finally notices your distress—"I'll be in my room if you guys need something from me."

You hear him ask if you were really okay but you ignore it, almost tripping on your way out. You don't know you've been holding your breath until you let it out as you reach your room and flop uselessly on your bed. You can't even cry at this rate. You've spent so long crying that it left you tearless and empty. When you try to look deeper, the pain is crippling that you can't even move to shed a tear. It feels like being suspended mid-air in a dark void with that feeling that you might fall anytime, only you don't know when and if the fall will finally kill you.

You spend the whole day in bed with minimal to no human interaction. Matt swung by midday and thanked you with a hug before the band left. It will be hours later when someone knocks on your door again.

It's Namjoon.

"Y/N?"

You're tempted to not answer him. While yes, your closeness with him and his group came a long way from just them being your clients, you still don't feel comfortable with giving them the burden of trying to deal with your tragedies and discomfort. He calls your name again with a light knock before you amble to the door weakly, opening it just an inch. "Hey."

You smile at him, but it's clear as day that you aren't really feeling it. "Hey, Namjoon."

"Are you okay?" He pauses, then shakes his head. "No, you're obviously not. Can I come in?"

And of course, he can.

One thing you like about him is his maturity and perceptiveness. With the chaos that comes with his group, Namjoon keeps them tethered. You love their group, you really do. But when the energy becomes too much, you're thankful because he always senses your need to slow down and calms them. Maybe it's the same reason you're drawn to him the most out of all of them. All you know is it isn't just a plain crush on such a charming person anymore. When you spend a lot of time with someone so kind and wonderful, their looks become just a fucking bonus. Every time you look at him your heart won't stop racing, and it's the exhilarating type that makes you sweat and puts the coil in your stomach.

You both sit on the bed, pulling up the covers as he sits a respectable distance from you.

"Hyung told me what happened," he says at last. Your stomach drops at that. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Do you want to?

With your silence, he continues. "I understand if you don't want to. Just know that we're here for you." Then softly, "I'm here for you."

Your heart stutters, but you keep your face neutral by giving him a soft smile. "Thank you, Namjoon."

After a few minutes, he asks, "Is it because of Jungkook?"

"What?"

"Jin-hyung said you ran away when he mentioned our surprise for Jungkook." There is an emotion you can't name that briefly flits through his face before it smooths out to curiosity. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No!" At his surprised face, you backtrack. "No," you say in a much softer voice. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I—"

"Noona!"

Wow. Speak of the devil and all that jazz.

Jungkook bursts through the door, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room. Or if he does, he doesn't comment on it. "My favorite Noona~!" He climbs on the bed and sits beside you.

Your eyes flit to Namjoon, and you nearly miss the sharp look he gives him when Jungkook lies with his head on your lap. You snort at Jungkook's antics, a slow smile spreading to your lips.

"I bet you say that to all your noonas," you tease, to which Jungkook splutters.

"No, I don't!" He turns to Namjoon. "Tell her, hyung."

"I—what?"

"That she is my favorite noona!"

"You do say that to all your noonas, Kook." Namjoon deadpans.

"Hyung!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Namjoon laughs. "Everyone knows you love Y/N the most."

"Yeah! Don't be jealous though, hyung." Jungkook chides, a crimson blush slowly spreading over Namjoon's cheeks. "We all know you love her the most."

"Hey—!"

"By the way," Jungkook back turns to you and ignores Namjoon's protesting, "we're all going out later. Want to come with?"

"Uh," you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. "I don't know, Jungkook. I—"

"Please?" He pulls his infamous doe eyes that makes it hard to refuse. While you normally don't have an issue with going out, you're not feeling up for it today. Especially not today of all days.

Your mind drifts to your old friends.

It's been seven years since they'd all been gone, but the memory is still fresh. For the past few years, you'd celebrated this day—all their birthdays—cradling a bottle of whatever liquor you get your hands on. You'd plow through bottle after bottle, glass after glass, trying to forget that you would have been celebrating with them had that day not happened. Then, you'd come home and sob yourself to sleep and pass out from being drunk because them being gone meant your alcohol tolerance was suddenly gone too.

"Y/N?" You snap out of your trance and see both men looking at you in confusion. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." The hollow feeling intensifies and you feel a little nauseous, but you shake it off. "Sorry, what was that again?"

"Do you want to come with us later?" Jungkook's mood subdues at your lost expression, concern marring his pretty face. "But you can say no if you don't want to!"

You know they really wouldn't force you to come with them if you say no. They never once made you feel like you have no choice with the shenanigans they drag you into.

Then you think about what Alex would probably say if he's still here, what all of them would say. They'd kick your ass for stopping yourself from celebrating and getting wasted. They'd tell you that you need to try to forget even just for a day, and that drinking a whole ass bar is one way to do it. They would probably say some shit about honoring them by getting shitfaced.

"Okay," you say weakly.

The two men looks at you apprehensively.

"Are you sure, Y/N? We really wouldn't mind."

You nod. "It's fine. I'm sure it'll be fun."

"It will be!" Jungkook says excitedly. "I'll make sure it is."

And make sure, he does.

Eight pm rolls around and you're ready to head out with them. You don't want to risk them being seen with someone who'll just drag their image down so as much as it pains you, you actually do put effort in dressing up and looking presentable. Normally, you would just wear the most comfortable outfit. You can't risk that tonight, however. You're going out with people who has all eyes on them. Being associated with someone who looks remotely like a trash can would do nothing good for their image, although you know they could care less about that.

"Noona, you read...y?" You turn around in time to see Jungkook's Adam's apple bob in his throat. His eyes rakes your figure and you can't help the slight flush in your cheeks when you meet his intense gaze.

"Am I overdressed?" You try to joke, but it feels weak. He shakes his head, cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

"You look wonderful, noona ." He mutters under his breath, "too wonderful."

"What?"

He ignores that, giving you a blinding smile. "Shall we go?"

You feel baffled by his actions, but nod at him nonetheless. "Lemme just put on my shoes." You turn around and miss his eyes go wide when you bend over to slip on your pumps. He subtly adjusts himself through his pants and tears his eyes away from your ass before you can catch him staring. "Let's go?"

"Y-yeah." He clears his throat. "Hyungs are all waiting downstairs."

"Are you sure you're okay?" You ask. You walk over to him and put your hand on his forehead, unaware of his inner turmoil at the skin contact.

He catches your hand, and you gasp at his intense stare. A few seconds pass and he squeezes your hand before letting go.

"I'm okay." He then smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Let's go?"

--

You've already lost track of how many drinks you've consumed tonight. The corner of the bar was the perfect place and you made a beeline for it straight away once you spot it, unaware of Namjoon's eyes that were trained on you the whole time. You know you probably should've stuck with the others but you know your presence wouldn't be missed that much, so you stay put. You just left when you had enough turning down unwanted attention. Seriously, can't they all get a fucking hint?

"There you are!"

You startle as you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and Jungkook stands there with a dopey smile. You assume he's on the way to being drunk now, but you really can't tell. "Y/N! I've been looking for you everywhere."

Obviously not everywhere. "Sorry, Kookie. I was just at the bar."

His smile gets wider at the pet name. "Kookie?"

"Oh, I mean—"

"I like it." He takes your hand with a slight tug. "Come on, let's go find the others."

You let him lead you and weave through the throng of partygoers. You feel the warmth of his hand on yours and fixate on it. Too much, that you don't know where he's leading you until the sounds of music gets muffled and muted. There's a firm click and thud, and you're being pushed against the door. His lips are on yours before you can even comprehend what's happening.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that you're kissing back. Weakly at first, you try to push him off you until he takes the hint.

His lips detach from yours and he pulls away, breathing heavily. His profile is illuminated by the purple light of the room, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest from catching his breath.

"What are we doing?" You ask him, eyes wide.

"Nothing you won't consent to."

You look at each other wordlessly. He steps back a little from you and removes his hands on your hips. You realize that he's giving you an out if you want to, but that you really don't want him to give you an out.

The last part scares you.

"I won't force you to anything you don't want to," he says gravelly. "You can always say no."

"What if I don't want to?" You mumble. "Say no, that is."

He looks confused for a moment. When it dawns on him, however, his lips pull into a slow devilish smirk. Goosebumps follow his fingers on your skin.

"Then we do whatever you want."

It's all a blur after that.

His lips find yours again, hands seeking the curve of your hips. He trails kisses on your cheeks down to your neck and chest, and sucks bruises that make you gasp out loud as your hands tangle in his silky hair. They don't slack grip as you guide him down right where you want his mouth and hands.

He takes you twice; first is when he pounds you from behind. Your hair is fisted in his hands as he pulls on it, and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He thrusts deeper when you moan loud. "Stay quiet, noona," the honorific sounding sinful from his lips. You keen when he grinds his hips and hit that wonderful spot.

The second is with your legs wrapped around his waist, arms on his shoulder. You can feel the pulse of his cock inside you with every savage thrust, and it makes you forget what it is you're running from. Half-crescent scratches are etched on his shoulders as you grip him tightly when you come, his hips stuttering in rhythm as his own orgasm crashes through him when you tighten around him.

Once you both finally catch your breath, he puts you down gently and fixes the creases on your dress.

"I'm taking this home," he says and pockets your panties. You don't have it in you to protest. Instead, you settle on rolling your eyes at him with a placid smile.

"I think you fucked the sad out of me," you say as your breathing calms to normal. You run your fingers through his hair and he kisses your wrist. "Thank you, Kookie. Happy birthday."

He pulls you into a tender hug, pressing a kiss on your hair. "Love you, Y/N."

You don't respond, don't need to. You know he feels it with how you fix his appearance and ruffle his hair as you lead him out of the room, totally unaware of a set of eyes that follow you both on your way out.

#mutual pining #light angst #i wrote this instead of sleeping #crossposted from ao3 #written with no sleep #to be continued #eventual poly bts #polyamorous bts

[vcid-rvin]

hate that I confided in him and opened up about my insecurities and anxieties about his online profiles, and not feeling love there, and yet a week later, his stuff still says single, he didn’t add that thing in his bio he said he wanted to, he said he would post me on snap and doesn’t, there were so many things there when I said, I just wanted to talk, he gave these solutions, and I said you know what that would be nice, I would like that. And then to not do it? With something as serious as labeling me as your girlfriend publicly? When this is the fifth or sixth time that I’ve brought up this insecurity and anxiety, and he said he would alleviate it. And then did nothing. That speaks volumes. I still feel like I’m hidden. Like he’s either not proud of me, or embarrassed of me. I don’t understand. I really don’t understand. I know if I bring it up it’ll be that he’s not doing good enough, even though I’ve tried so hard to recognize and appreciate everything that he does for me. And thank him for what he does for me. And boast and brag about everything that he does. And tell him how much it means to me when he does do things. I recognize the good that he does, and I just don’t wanna be hurt. I wish she would do that. Same for me. He doesn’t seem to recognize the good things I do, and then the things I do, aren’t enough, or as if I do nothing. I try so hard to give him that same understanding, and be patient and understand that he has his own issues going on. And he’s got his own life and problems. Probably more than I. But that doesn’t mean that mine don’t matter, or that I also don’t need that same patience. it’s very one-sided and it’s not fair, and I think he takes not fair as if to be some sort of blame or malice towards him. Other than simply us being seen as equals. Me not being made to feel like I’m less than. Because of my own struggles and issues. As if his are more important, or is or more pressing than mine. As if he doesn’t affect me too. But I’ve tried to take responsibility for my issues and mental health struggles, and while working through them, still trying to do things to show up for him and show him care at the capacity that I can. I but he stop doing a lot of that stuff, either, because he doesn’t want to, or simply out of spite, because I wasn’t doing what he wanted. Even with TikTok, I don’t even want to go on there anymore. I finally have the free time to scroll in so I can look at his profile and send him videos and watch the ones he sent me. but he doesn’t watch the ones I sent him, I even asked if he wanted me to repost or share them as he posted them, and I’m not sure what the expectation is there, because I don’t know. I’ve never been with somebody who has a public presence like this, and he said that he doesn’t want anything that genuine, and to me I wouldn’t genuinely share my partner’s mental health tiktoks, but that doesn’t matter to him. None of that matters to him. How I am as a person doesn’t matter. he says there’s no expectation, but that’s what he wants. And then I asked him to post his Twitch and TikTok, and he said he doesn’t want that. But I feel like every time we talk about it, he seems sad, and it seems like I’m still missing some thing there. But now it feels like I’m being forced to act a certain way, because I know that he has this expectation, whether he says it or not. It’s his actions in the words that he said. it is so unbelievably unfair to see that there are no expectations and then to put them onto somebody unknowingly, and then put them down as if they’re doing it on purpose. Communication is the most important thing, honesty is the most important thing, and it feels like he’s with holding those for me as a punishment. I really don’t like that. That really fucking hurts. Why would you treat the person you care about like this? How could you not try to see things through their eyes in every instance? How can you not have that empathy and compassion and consideration? that hurts my soul. It hurts my heart. I am bleeding from the inside out. I am screaming with no voice.

[jojea]

i have nothing new for jiang cheng’s bday because i am a ✨sham✨ so instead have these shitty sangchengs i never posted—

#mdzs #sangcheng #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #my art #i’m gonna fucking rage if this doesn’t show up in tags #this is my SIXTH TIME REPOSTING THIS!!!! WHAT THE FUCK #my shit doesn’t get attention as it is so the least tumblr could do for me is this much jfc #limited edition post

[slut4buckysarm]

— The Sixth Sense | B. Barnes

au; mob boss.

pairing; bucky barnes x reader.

summary; you act out when bucky’s men check you out in your lingerie and when your mob boss boyfriend finds out, he helps you give them a show.

word count; 1.5k.

warnings; smut [thigh riding, nipple play, p in v, ass slapping, heavy exhibition], language, gun. 18+. MDNI.

Masterlist.

Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my work.

—“their eyes were on her but her eyes were on him”.

You slip the strap of the black lace bra over your shoulder and turn to face the mirror. Did you want to shop for lingerie on a Friday afternoon? No. But Bucky was busy with work and wouldn’t give you any attention so when you found the opportunity to sneak away from his house, you snatched it.

You grab the bottom of your breasts and push them higher. The lingerie two-piece fit you nicely. The bra was snug across your chest and the panties made sure to show off your plump ass.

“Yeah, I’ll take this one and the two over there,” you tell your personal shopper, Erin. She grabs the hangers and that’s when you hear the door swing open.

“Out,” Bucky tells the girl all while looking at you. As soon as Erin steps out of the door he slams it shut again and walks up to you.

“What are you doing here”?

“Shopping…?” You reply as you adjust both straps upwards.

"There are threats against your life and you walked out of my sight without a bodyguard?" Bucky practically yells at you.

He was right. There had been multiple emails sent to you threatening to kill you but it didn't bother you. You were dating a mob boss and had dozens of mobsters around you at all times. All armed. All ready to retaliate in case anyone stepped out of place. In case anyone touched Bucky's queen. "I thought you were too busy to notice me" you up glare at him in retaliation.

Bucky's nostrils flare and you feel his breath on your lips. His anger is portrayed through his narrowed eyes and you know that you pissed him off. You take a step back knowing what's coming next.

"Too busy to notice you?" he starts, as he backs you up against the mirror. "I've been planting my men all over the city to protect you. I've got a car parked out front ready to take you to a safe house..." the sound of the door opening interrupts him and Bucky pulls his Glock out of its holster and points it towards the woman. "It's Erin! It's just Erin Bucky. Calm down" you say as you pull his arm back down to his side. "...And we're leaving now" he finishes, throwing his trench coat over your almost naked body, grabbing the bag out of Erin's hand, and pulling you out of the shop.

As soon as you get to the safe house, Bucky has the house filled with mobsters to guard you. He goes to his office, leaving you in a room full of bodyguards in nothing but your lingerie and his coat. Well, in all honestly, he told you to go up to his room and change but of course, you were going to go against his will. Just to spice things up.

"What're you looking at?" you snap at the man standing at the door. He's been staring at you for the past five minutes and you've finally had enough. You're used to Bucky's men undressing you with their eyes. You've never spoken up about it before but today, today was not a good day for you.

"No-nothing ma'am" the man stammers.

You stand up from your seat and rip your boyfriend's coat off of yourself. "Is it this you wanted to see?” you take slow, careful steps towards him. “Is this what you all wanted to fucking see? Me naked”?!

The men lower their heads and you hear the door fly open.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Bucky yells, looking around the room. His eyes finally land on you and he eyes your almost naked body.

He points over to the door and if looks could kill, the whole room would be a blood bath. “Out. Everyone out”!

As soon as the last man steps out, Bucky throws his arms into the air. “What- why’d you take my coat off Y/N”?!

“They wanted a show, I gave them one. I mean they seemed to give me more attention than you, Bucky, so I don’t know what you want me to say but-”

“Wait, wait, wait” Bucky brings a finger up in confusion. “They wanted a show? What do you mean they wanted a show”?

“Your very loyal subjects couldn’t stop undressing me with their eyes.” Your tone reeks of sarcasm. “So I gave them what they wanted”.

Without another word needing to be said, Bucky spins around and opens the door. “Get in here. All of you”!

The men line up in front of you and Bucky drags a chair beside you. He sits down on it and man spreads. You look down at him, back up at the guards, and then down at him again. “What’re-”.

Bucky interrupts you by motioning you to sit in his lap using two of his fingers. You straddle his lap and he grips at your hips.

“Alright, here’s the deal. You’re all going to watch as I make my baby cum and then after you all get hard to her moans, I’ll teach you exactly why you don’t talk to my girl the way you did” he speaks as he moves your hair behind your ear.

“What- what are you doing?” you chuckle nervously as you turn your head and see that all eyes are on you.

“Hey, look at me. Look at me Y/N” Bucky turns your head back to meet his gaze. “It’s just you and me here. Just you and me. Now let's give em’ that show yeah?” he whispers in your ear.

You nod your head and shift your weight so that you are on the center of his left thigh. Bucky tightens his grip to help with your balance and slowly rolls you back and forth.

You let out a whimper and grab the back of his neck. Currents run through your body but it's not enough. Your panties are not giving you enough.

"Bucky, I need more".

He laughs on your lips before pulling at the waistband of your panties. The friction of the cloth against your clit has you moaning out in pleasure.

"Bucky feels s'good" you utter as you throw your head back. Bucky trails his right hand up your back and unbuckles your black lace bra. He throws it to the side and pulls your underwear to the side. He continues to maneuver your body over his thigh all while placing kisses on your jaw.

"God, you're so wet" Bucky massages your boobs.

You moan into his mouth and he moves you faster seeing that you're getting tired and sloppy. The friction of his jeans feels unbearably good on your cunt and you throw your head on Bucky's shoulder as he tangles his hands into your hair.

“Fuck Bucky. Right there!”

“That’s it, darling, make yourself feel good,” he speaks on the lobe of your ear.

You feel the knot grow tighter in your core and you know close.

“Bucky fuck I’m so close” you moan, your hands grabbing the back of his neck and tugging at the collar of his dress shirt.

“I know you are darlin', come for me. Make a mess all over me and show these guys who you belong to".

That’s all it takes for you to let go and release onto his leg screaming his name. Your wetness pools on his black dress pants creating a dark spot.

Bucky lets you ride out your high for a minute before landing a slap on your ass. You hiss through your teeth and chuckles as he lifts you into the air. You wrap your legs across his hips and he places you on the bed.

Some of the men in the room whistle knowing what's about to come but a glare from Bucky sets them straight. He pulls your ankles to the edge of the bed, pulls his pants off of him, and holds your right leg above his hip.

"You ready?" he asks, smiling down at you.

"Let's give them a show" you smile back.

With that, he shoves his hard cock into you and you let out a gasp when he does so.

He thrusts in and out of you, groaning through his teeth.

“Fuck Bucky. Yes Bucky, right there. Don’t stop, Bucky” You moan his name like a prayer. Over and over again.

Your velvet walls flutter contacting with Bucky’s vein.

“Yeah. You're a fucking mess sweetheart?” he groans in your ear.

Too tired, all you can manage to do is bite your bottom lip and nod.

He grabs ahold of your waist and slowly nudges you downwards every time he snaps his hips into you. “You’re fuck perfect” he mutters.

You can feel Bucky’s hands dig deeper into your hips. He moves his right one to your mouth and rubs a finger on your lips. Bucky then trails his hand down to your right tit and starts playing with your nipple. He twists, turns, and squeezes the bud, and you throw your head back in pleasure.

You feel his cock spasm inside of you and that’s all you need to reach your climax. You let go onto him screaming his name, and he follows behind you.

"Shit, you're so amazing baby". Bucky’s body falls onto yours, but he catches himself with his forearms. He pulls himself out of you and tugs his pants up.

“Now, about you guys.” he turns to face his men behind him.

— la fin.

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[mochiswifey]

ARRANGE MARRIAGE *MDNI*

^Repost from other account. Part & Ending added.^

Oceans between you and me.

~KAKUCHO’S PART~

1

“Me and Yuna we uh….separated.” He says as he take a seat on the kitchen stall. You look up to him from the bread dough you’re kneading.

Kakucho established that he will never love you and that he was in love with his bestfriend. It was a shock and a heartbreak knowing that you're married to someone who never really gave you a chance. But as time passes you began to forget and didn’t really care anymore. You spent your years touring as a famous singer and fucking anyone you like. You never really felt jealousy or rage about his infidelity anymore because you weren’t loyal and the two of you were forced into this marriage. Thus, you felt absolutely nothing after he spat out those words to you.

After the wedding you two only saw each other for five times and this is the sixth. You’ve only said 23 words to him in the course of your six year marriage. And he has only said 54.

“So? Find a new girl end of story.” He was alarmed by your attitude. He didn't know what he was expecting but it surely wasn't like how you reacted.

You went back on kneading the dough for your flavor of the month. You never really stayed with one person for more than a week but this boy got you hooked. 6ft tall and super strong you and him always get along. Specially when the two of you troll people together and snort cocaine together. You feel like you’ve found your soulmate.

Kakucho is heartbroken and he’s trying to find someone to love and he happened to see you cursing at the video you were watching while you pour the ingredients to the big bowl earlier. He found himself attracted to the woman he married but never really knew. He didn’t know what to say and how to approach you so he tried to say the same thing he said to the woman who broke his heart.

“Do you uh… wanna go out on a date?”

“Not me pal, I have a flavor of the month come back when I get tired. But I’m gonna warn you this boy might be the flavor of the year. Dick so good you could feel it in your toes.” You look at him as you wiggle your eyebrows remembering how your flavor of the month fucked you. Kakucho bit his lips. Is he seriously not getting any chance?

“I mean, I’m your husband. We haven’t really spent any time together it won’t hurt to spend a little time with me.” He says sheepishly standing up slowly walking towards you.

“And I say go stick your dick to other girls, I have a 4 month tour starting next week and I need to bake cinnamon rolls because tomorrow is my third week anniversary with my flavor of the month so fuck off.” You slam your fist on the counter startling him.

“I’m not your friend and what makes you think I’d like to go out with you? You’re not even 6ft.” You glared at him before giving up on the cinnamon rolls and decide to just buy at Cinnabon.

Kakucho didn’t say anything else and let you go. He was surprised and he should’ve probably stopped persuading you but he made the wrong decision at that moment.

2

“Just put the “you never wanted to be mine” as a lower harmony in front of the “I wanted to be yours” then just double the “Hmm” please!” Kakucho has been watching you for over an hour recording your music for your new album.

You strictly prohibited anyone non-music industry related to be in your recording studio when you’re recording but Kaku threatened your team with let’s just say a gun. He brought you a homemade lunch wanting to eat with you. He was only planning to have lunch with you but ended up watching you work. He was mesmerized by your voice and the way you know what you want in your music.

“And, just lower-“ Your eyes went to the glass and you saw his reflection, you clenched your jaw and took off your headphones and harshly slammed it to the table. Infuriated you went out of the recording room and approached him with a very displeased look on your face.

“Somebody is about to be fired! Who the hell let him in!” You yelled at your team who are all used to your outburst and understood your anger. Everyone knew he’s cheating on you. Kakucho frowned he didn’t expect you to act like you’re acting.

“I just wanted to have lunch with you.” He says pointing at the bento boxes placed on the table.

“You have 15 seconds to take them and get out or I’m gonna fucking take those goddamn bento boxes and throw them on the fucking wall.” You gripped on your hair as you paced around.

“Let’s just-“

“10” You counted.

“Please-“

“8” Kakucho spoke to you enough to know that you’re gonna do what you said. He was embarrassed and took the bento boxes and went out of your studio. He didn’t want to leave and wanted to appease you but as the smart man he is he knew there’s no way of appeasing you right now.

“You’re a cold bitch you know that?” Your producer said as soon as Kakucho was gone. You raised your eyebrow at him as you took a sit on the table.

“Did I asked for your opinion? No.” You took the vodka and poured yourself a shot.

“Arrange marriage are fucked up. You know that?” You look at your team. You being emotional are first to them. They look at each other worried because you’ve never shown vulnerability.

“Of course not. You’re not forced into one.” They went quiet. You’ve always been a bitch to them but they realized that they don’t know what you’ve been through.

“The day of our wedding he didn’t slept with me.” You poured yourself another glass of vodka. The burning sensation didn’t even affect you anymore.

“He sat me down on the bed and told me.

I am forced into this. I’m in love with someone else. And I will never fall in love with you. Do whatever the fuck you want I don’t care. Just don’t try to get in between me and the love of my life. If you do only god knows what I’ll do to you.

Exactly 54 words.

He then went up and proceeded to live his life. It was a little fucked up. I just turned 17. And was still young ready for her life and my stupid family tied me to a man I don’t even know.”

You didn’t bother to pour the vodka to your glass you started chugging from the bottle concerning your team.

“I’m a cold bitch. I know. But if I became weak I’ll never survive. I can’t fall in love now. Because I know no matter how much I grew to love a person I’m never gonna be able to marry them. I’m not complaining. I have wealth and I’m living a life millions of people can’t have. But I don’t have the freedom to love. It’s just a fucking illusion and the worst part is I didn’t even want to be in this goddamn marriage with my husband who only started to notice me when him and his mistress broke up.” You smashed the bottle on the table. Shards and liquid flew all over the room and one stabbed you in the thigh.

Your team panicked and tried to pull you away from the shards but you didn’t let them. Pain is just an illusion to you just like love.

3

“Yeah, I am married but my husband and I agreed on having an open marriage.” You fake a smile as you answer a question from Insta live. One of your workers tip the media about your feud with your own husband and now you need to clear the “rumors”.

You just woke up and found out you’re the headline of several media outlet.

“FAMOUS SINGER HAS A HUSBAND BUT SEEN F%CKING WITH OTHER SINGERS?!”

“Do you love him?” You read one of the question and immediately cursed yourself from doing so. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Of course! I love my husband. I wouldn’t be married to him if I didn’t love him…” You tried to speak with adoration in your voice but it faded towards the end. You’re a bitch but lying to yourself isn’t just something you do.

“My favorite part about my husband?” You bit your lip and started pinching your hands under the table. You took a deep breathe and closed your eyes.

“Well, my husband…. Is a very caring husband. He cooks for me and kisses me every night goodnight. He’s a little older than me so he tells me story about his childhood. He showers me with kisses and hugs me from behind. He tells me he loves me everyday and he’s just a perfect husband…” You invented a lie.- You tell them what your ideal husband is. What would make you happy if you ever had a chance. You open your eyes and the comments are flooded with

SUCH A GREAT HUSBAND OMG

DAMN! SHE GOT LUCKY!

You chuckle and said your goodbye before turning off your phone. You sighed and laid your head on the cold marble table hoping that your inner bitch will come soon because you can’t bear being a sad bitch.

Kakucho is everything that you’ve said sadly not to you but to his childhood love who broke his heart. Rumors says he’s with Mikey because he reminds him of his other childhood friend Izana. Reflecting him on the lonely guy. And now you feel that he’s only reflecting her on you.

“What happened to your thigh?” He was never home so you were surprised to even see him after what you’ve done. He barged in the kitchen and pointed at your thigh wrapped in bandage.  “None of your goddamn business.” You didn’t look up to him and you didn’t even have the usual tone of a dog ready to bite any time. He began to worry about you so he sets his keys on the table and squat beside you to meet your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Bruh, why you acting like your shit don’t stink? Give me your girls number because I don’t wanna deal with you. Gonna fucking convince her to take you back-”

“You don’t get it do you?” He chuckled before standing up. You look up to him and he gave you a warm smile.

“I’m yours, I’ll be your hero.” What the fuck?

Your nose started moving before you burst out laughing.

“I’m being serious!” He says blushing before pulling you up to meet his eyes.

“Damn! Don’t act like a goddamn Himbo now you stupid ass.” You stood up and shove him lightly with a wild grin on your face his lips curved into a small smile but before it could develop into a bigger one your grin disappeared and a dark empty expression came out of your face.

“My hero? Fuck… You’re such a fucking- Fuck. You want to be my hero now that she threw you away like a fucking trash?” He couldn’t explain what he’s feeling. Hurt? Anger? Or destroyed owing to the fact that you’re spitting facts. He bit his lips and stepped away from you.

“Years. Years you’ve spent with her that you should’ve tried to have spent with me. I’m not like Mikey. Or anyone you’ve used as a replacement. I am me. I’ve always been me. I know what you’re trying to do Kakucho. And fuck you. Be my hero?” You rolled your eyes before turning your back to him.

“Don’t tell lies, we both know you’ll run back to her in a heartbeat if she just said sorry and what will you do to me then? You’ll leave me in a dark dark place. Without any remorse just like what you’ve done a few years back. I’m my own fucking hero.” You left the room leaving him with a train of thoughts.

He remembered the first time he saw you. Bright genuine smile and very excited for the future just like her. Possibly the future of the two of you, he doesn’t really know but he would’ve liked if it was. But now it’s just different. Cold and something else… He doesn’t know you and that’s he biggest regret. If only he had met you first everything would’ve been different.

He's been telling himself he only wants a chance but as he kept on thinking he realized that he never gave you one.

4

It was the day before you go to your tour. Wearing a cottage dress you lay on the garden's grass and was simply enjoying the weather.

"I need to talk to you." Kakucho sat down beside you and you sighed.

"Make it quick."

"We're getting a divorce." He says and as a respond you chuckled not believing what he said.

"Yeah right-"

"I spoke to your father, the agreement continues but we don't have to be married anymore." You blink a few times and looked up to the sky.

You took a wild guess. You put everything together and figured Kakucho's mistress broke up with him because he's still married to you.

And he only tried to get to your good side because he didn't want to lose the agreement and tried to forget her. But you weren't enough.

That was your wild guess.

I want you.

She started to sing. Kakucho looked at her savouring every last moments he has with her.

He knew that underneath that cold exterior there's a girl searching for true love. He knew that if he gave her a chance they would've lived happily.

But it's already too late now and there's no future for them that could possibly be a happy one. Both of them knew it.

And as much as it hurts one wisely choose to let go to avoid any further pain.

And nothing come close.... to the way I needed you.

I wish I could feel your skin.

And I want you... from somewhere within.

Feels like there's always been an ocean between you and me.

We hide our emotion under the surface trying to pretend....

If we knew what we could've been will we try all over again?

You turn your face to his and without any words you two shared a kiss. It was filled with regret, sorrow but it was also filled with forgiveness.

The two of you closed your eyes as your foreheads touched. You two stayed like that for a long long time and just listened to the occasional wind and birds flying around. It was so peaceful and calm. You chose forgiveness and it was the best thing you have chosen.

It was a happy ending to a sad story.

Because at last, there was no hatred that remained.

5 ending

It was a very beautiful day. The sun shines brightly and the skies are clear from any clouds. The birds were singing along with the crowds applausing and congratulating the two of you.

Kakucho watched as you and your husband exit the chapel. You look so happy and content. He wish he made you smile like your husband.

It was a mystery for him because he started to fell in love with you when the ropes were already cut.

He wished he was worth the tears you've secretly shed.

He was drowning.

And deep within his heart he wanted you to save him.

But he couldn't drown with you. He won't let it.

If he could turn back time. He'll sweep you off your feet and make sure he's worth everything.

For now, all he could do is watch you build your life from afar imagining he's the one by your side.

He made a sacrifice. A sacrifice he'll do all over again if it means your smile will never fade from your face.

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[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

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MIDAS TOUCH! ⁂ [ ryūguji ken ]

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﹡synopsis: gold is a dangerous thing for someone like draken to have, especially when it’s in his mouth.

﹡wc: 2k+ words.

﹡includes: female reader. use of petnames (princess) use of the word cunt. car sex. public sex (parking lot) cunnilingus. fingering. spit. dirty talk but not much. clit stimulation. allusion to multiple orgasms. implicit mention of spanking. overstimulation. draken with his hair down. nuff said.

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“One more time.”

“Babe.” Ken groans, head thrown back into the headrest of the carseat as he drags the sound. “This is the sixth time you’ve asked, y’know.”

“I know but-”

He cuts you off. “In the last fifteen minutes.”

“I know. But this is the last time, I promise! Seventh’s time the charm, just show me and I won’t bother you again. Pleaseee?”

You don’t even have to pout. It’s not like he has the mental fortitude to deny you of anything you asked of him, although he should be the least bit used to this by now, being together as long as you have.

“Last time,” he says, but it’s spoken more toward himself than it is to you. Neither of you believe it.

Slacking his jaw, Ken obliges you and lets his mouth fall open a fraction, bottom lip separated by its top counterpart by about two inches. Two inches is as far as his generosity goes. He’s granting your request with two measly inches for ten measly seconds before he’s trying to snap his mouth shut again, but you’re quicker. Two fingers beneath his chin bring his face closer to yours with gentle force while the thumb works at his lip, pulling it downward so you can feast your eyes on what you want to see— for as long as you want to see it.

You strike gold… literally. The whites of his teeth have been replaced entirely with the stuff, weaving his entire bottom row in the opulence of real karats, shaped to fit every dip and curve of his teeth to the letter. You almost forget you’re holding his mouth open, bewitched by his tongue as it swipes over the gold-plated canines, rose pink leaving the metal lustred in spit. That’s when it hits you—the gravity of what you’ve done.

There isn’t anybody in this world more influential than you. No billionaire, president, or popstar that could ever hold a candle to the flame of power you possess. You were the one who got Ken Ryuguji to wear grillz. Could Jeff Bezos say the same?

It was a hedonistic gift to yourself from yourself, a concept manifested from a I think they’d look good on you, Ken that you just had to see through to the end. Your belief in the idea was so strong, it made Ken a believer too. He felt persuaded as he accompanied you to the jeweler to pick out a design. Curious as he spared time out of his day to get his teeth molded. And while he’d never admit it aloud, excited as he hand-delivered said mold to the jeweler alone because you were too busy gleefully bouncing on the balls of your feet to be of much help to him.

He could barely get you to sit still when the call came in informing you that the finished product was ready.

“Starting to regret my decision to make you wear this for the rest of the day,” you tell him, angling his jaw from left to right. “Feels like I’m punishing myself.”

“I feel like I look stupid,” he confesses with a shrug, unaware of how offended you’d get when he said it.

You’re bug-eyed, staring at him incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” He leans into his rearview mirror and pulls his cheek back with his fingers, surveying the piece fully before letting go with a soft pop. You, on the other hand, can’t believe your ears.

“Ken, smile.” He listens. You nearly moan. How could a man be so dense? “Babe.” You start laughing, really laughing, because the innocent hilarity of Draken— out of everybody on this fucking planet, Ryūguji Ken—thinking something had the capability to make him ugly is too good to ignore. “Ken you just- you have no idea.”

He truly doesn’t, brows pulled together as he regards you with visible confusion. “What?”

“I’ve been thinking about them all day.”

This, he knows. You’ve been at his side the entire day, but he can list on one hand the amount of times you’ve looked at him without your gaze falling to his mouth and lips. “You don’t think I know that?”

“About you eating me out while you’re wearing them,” you clarify.

That… changes things.

“Wow.” The shock lasts only for a second. “That’s what you’ve been thinkin’ about?” Reaching up, he holds your face the same way you held his earlier, but it feels different. More forceful from the strength he has over you. He leans into your face, taking notice of the hearts in your eyes and how they’re lidded. “Yeah, there isn’t shit in that pretty head of yours but my tongue, huh? Want me to make you cum on it?”

Your answer is a meek nod of the head, but he won’t accept it. You were too bold a second ago to chicken out now. “Use your words,” he commands, authority in his tone reminding you that any power you hold over him is what he allows. That any power you hold over him can be stripped away. Easily.

“I want it, Ken,” you whisper back to him. “I want you.”

So said, so done.

You’re under him before you know it, his head nestled between your legs like he was drowning and your cunt was the only source of oxygen left. He’s had you every way imaginable: on your back with your legs wrapped around him like a necklace, from behind where he spat in your ass, slurped the wad up when it started to drain down to your cunt, and laughed when you twitched and a reverse where he’s the one lying flat and you’re on top, riding his stiffened tongue like it’s a job you get paid for. It’s baffling how many positions he can mold you into, cramped up in the backseat of your car like that, but it’s nothing to him. With Ken if there’s a will, there is a way.

The way right now is on your back, one leg haphazardly propped over his shoulder with your toes folded against the car door, and the other dangling precariously off the edge of the seat, the towel he placed beneath your ass out of respect for the leather seats useless since you’ve soaked it through completely. And Ken? Ken’s sandwiched between both of your hickey-littered thighs, smiling up at you like an idiot.

“Still with me, baby?” He doesn’t expect you to answer; you’re busy using what little brain power you have left for motor function, rolling your hips greedily to the lazy pace his index and middle fingers set. But before you can even think to, Ken taps two fingers of his freehand against the hood of your throbbing clit roughly, laughing at the speed in which you wet the pads. “There you are.” His wide grin grows wider at your reaction to the gold in his mouth, knowing that they’re the cause of the fresh wave of slick gushing from your messy hole. “So fuckin’ nasty,” he whispers and then dives in, because he’s not one to waste a meal when it’s prepped so nicely.

It’s hard to tell whether your boyfriend loves you or hates you when he goes down on you.

Sure, there’s traces of devotion in the way he kisses your clit, but you can’t deny the menace present in his attention when he gives the nub harsh sucks, grazing its swollen skin with the bluff of his teeth. Trying to run from him and his affection is futile too; your ass and thighs carry the dull sting of what happened when you tried that. Your best bet is to receive what he gives you—no matter how he gives it.

“Ken!” The sound that comes from your throat is a toss between a mewl, a moan and a whine as his tongue laps at your puffy folds, fingers twitching limply at the feeling of the hot muscle working its way through your slit with vulgar finesse. And when his tongue isn’t moving you can count on his fingers to, large digits building a mind-fogging rhythm within you.

And just when you start to think it’s over, that maybe, just maybe, he managed to tire himself out between your legs, you prop yourself up on your elbows and peer down at him as he slides his fingers out of you completely, calluses sodden with your arousal. “Baby?”

“Hm?” Ken won’t even look at you, eyes locked wholly and unmoving on your cunt. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing, but you find out soon enough when he puckers his wet lips, allowing a fat wad of spit to pour out on his fingers and fucks them right back into you, relishing in the loud squelch that comes from it, as well as the way your walls clench filthily around him. “Lie back down, princess. Haven’t had my fill yet.”

“Oh,” you moan weakly, falling back into the seat like he told you to.

The reward for your obedience comes fast when his hand shifts, sending him up against that spot inside you that makes you squeal, writhe, then thrash as he hits it again. And again. And again.

The fourth time tells you this is no fluke, the fifth (unfairly accompanied by the return of his mouth on you) tells you to find something to hold onto.

That’s how you reach for his hair, weaving through the black strands and tugging a fistful upward, though you’re not sure whether you’re trying to pull him closer to you or farther away. Either way, your boyfriend doesn’t budge, pain turning him on more than it’s supposed to deter him. He moans face deep into your pussy, sending an overkill of vibrations to an already oversensitive bundle of nerves.

You won’t last long—no way you could think to with him scissoring your cunt like this, tongue circling around your clit as he licks, sucks and spits on it. It all makes for a cohesive kind of messines. The sloppier he makes you, the easier his fingers can move, always lubricated by a flurry of spit, cum or a mixture of the two. Every slosh coming from between your legs is louder than the last, the sound eventually trumping all others in the car.

It’s obscene, it’s lewd and it’s.. going to make you cum.

“Ken, I-oh fuck-I!” Words evade you, but you don’t need them.

Not when he’s there to pick up every cue you give and meet you halfway, thumb reaching up to rub quick circles onto the hardened nub he’s been toying with all day. “I know, baby. Just give it to me. Cum pretty on my tongue like you always do.”

Your hand shoots to his wrist, but you don’t have strength to do much else, face and body locked in a pleasureful chronostasis that a few more swipes brings you right out of. Back arched, legs jerking, hips bucking, walls fluttering—both around his fingers and his tongue—you cum into Ken’s awaiting mouth, sobs rising and dying while he swills down every bit of your juices that come streaming from your spasming hole. He even goes as far as to put his lips to your pussy and suck on it, as if you were somehow holding out on him and he was coming to collect the full thing himself.

It’s not until you intervene and push his head away that he actually moves, your leg sliding off of his shoulder as he hauls himself up to hover over your shuddering body. The smirk on his face is shit-eating.

“You were right,” he admits, teeth slowly creeping out from their hiding place behind his plump lips, gold overcoming the prominent pink in increments. “These don’t look so bad on me after all.” Sunlight filters through the car glass the same time he speaks, breaking through his hair and enveloping his body in an ethereal glow like a spotlight.

There’s nothing on him that it doesn’t catch. His chin completely drenched by your wet, his hair matted down to his forehead from the thin sheen of sweat covering his body, and of course it doesn’t miss his golden grin, competing with the smile for the right to blind you.

By the time the sun retreats into the clouds, your thighs are clamped shut, the slick spread thickly between them completely new as you gaze up at your lover, stunned dumb by his beauty.

Devilish men really shouldn’t look so angelic.

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