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jjslaybank · 7 months ago

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mine - rafe cameron

warnings: porn WITH plot, use of degrading language to describe reader ("fucktoy," "slut," "bitch"), unprotected sex

i recommend listening to "it's no good" by depeche mode or "come undone" by duran duran while reading :)

omg this has been in my drafts for probably a MONTH atp 😭 hope you guys like it <3 OH and imagine s2!rafe while reading

please read till the end for a few more notes from yours truly 🥰

🏷list: @slut-4-gojo @booklover-6665 @amel1ee @riaras-everthroner

ward is going to kill him.

fuck it, rafe thinks to himself as he enters a strip club. he clutches the money his father had given him to escape the outer banks tightly to his chest as he surveys the scene in front of him.

he squints his eyes, adjusting to the dim lighting of the room. the whole place smells heavily of sweat and cigarettes. he believes it's the perfect place to find a little fucktoy to help him forget the intense pressure he's currently under.

it was then that he spots you — dancing and humping and grinding against the pole as men throw you money.

"holy shit," rafe mumbles softly to himself, his feet carrying him near to the pole you're dancing with before he even knew what his body was doing. a few men shoot him dirty looks. he never noticed them — his eyes are solely on you.

you're wearing your favorite pair — black, lacy underwear and a matching black pushup bra which pushed your tits higher than normal, deepening your cleavage.

as you notice rafe staring, you give him a wink. his eyes darken.

he needs you.

and he's willing to do whatever was necessary to have his way with you.

"hey, asshole!"

he turns to face one of the men who had rudely greeted him.

"eyes off my damn property."

"what?" rafe asks, squinting at the man. "what do you mean? she's like... like your girlfriend or something?"

the man scoffs. "hell no. just my property for the night."

he holds up a keychain with a singular key attached and a small, white jade stone.

the man nods his head to where you were dancing, oblivious to the conversation. "jade's my little slut for tonight, so i better not see your lousy ass around her. got that?"

rafe growls. no way in hell was he losing this pretty girl to an asshole like him.

"hell no."

the man stands up, slamming his fist down on the table to emphasize the motion. others look on at the commotion.

"i think you oughta learn some manners, boy."

"how much did you pay?" rafe asks, sighing and rolling his eyes as he rubs the bridge of his nose. he had been in too many fights recently. the poor guy just wants to empty his balls into some willing, pretty slut.

"more than you can comprehend."

rafe raises an eyebrow, squeezing the wad of bills ward had given him.

"number."

the man tilts his head, confused. "what?"

"give me a number."

"more than 1k."

"1k," rafe echoes to himself as he shakes his head, the tone in his voice almost mocking. "i have so, so much more than that... that lousy amount you're paying her. hey jade!"

you turn towards him, responding to your stripper name.

"if i pay you more, will you let me fuck you instead of him?"

"depends on the amount," you reply, batting your eyelashes at him as you continue dancing around the pole.

you can barely see his face as you converse, but you can make out the curtain bangs, hunched back, and the furrow of his eyebrows as he flips through his stack of bills.

"5k," rafe says.

your eyes light up and you shrug at the other man who had "bought" you for the night.

"sorry, i'm going with this fine young gentleman tonight." you gesture at rafe.

"you made a deal, bitch!" the man yells. rafe's eyes flash with anger. he grabs the man by his shirt collar.

"she said she's going with me! back the fuck off!"

rafe pushes the man down and he collides with a nearby table. he then frantically fishes a sizable stack of bills from his stash. as he hands it to you and you take it from him, his fingers reach to grab yours - effectively sandwiching the money between your hand and his.

he begins to run but you pause, picking up the key the other man was holding earlier. rafe takes the key from you and heads to the back of the club with you in tow.

the back is a hallway with doors - somewhat like what you'd see at a hotel. names of available women were attached at the top of each door.

"jade," he murmurs, looking at the names of the doors.

"jade," you repeat as an agreement. a good look at the man reveals to you his set jaw and conflicted eyes. you can feel something brewing beneath the surface, but you push it aside. you were told not to be nosy. you were lying if you said you didn't find hin sexy. in fact, to say he was attractive was an understatement.

you pull him to the door marked with your name. you grab the key from his hand as he lets you go and open the door.

the room inside is lit by a single small lamp perched atop a dresser. a bed sits in the middle, taking up most of the small room's space.

"shit," rafe sighs, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "just wanted to empty my balls, dammit. no confrontations, no fights..."

he begins to pace around the room. "everyone's fucking after me. like... like everyone wants me gone or dead – or just out of their life. i'm not doing good, man. just gotta... just gotta push it aside and focus on the now, though. like... you know? just gotta man up!"

"hey," you begin calmly. "it's all good. i'm yours for tonight, 'kay?"

rafe sits down at the edge of the bed. you follow suit.

"calm down. i'm here. thanks for the money."

he nods, trying to calm himself. you take his hand. he looks into your eyes with what you think is a hint of vulnerability, but it immediately gets replaced with hunger. his eyes darken, and you liken it to a predator about to pounce on its prey.

rafe grabs your shoulders and lifts you, throwing you face down into the bed. your makeup stains the white sheets.

he paces around the bed, a low hum sounding from his lips. "don't fucking move, jade. you understand?"

"y-yes..." you reply meekly, feeling your panties dampen. being manhandled was something that turned you on more than you realized.

"just be good for me, okay?" rafe asks, his voice trembling slightly as he undos his pants. "such a pretty fucking ass."

you jolt as he slaps the meaty flesh. rafe chuckles lowly.

"i did everything i could to have you, and now you're here. and i'm about to fuck you."

you hear the soft clink of his belt buckle as it hits the floor. your heart skips a beat, your anticipation at its peak.

"but i'm gonna be nice about it," he mutters more to himself than to you. "gonna prep this tight fucking hole."

your bottoms come off with one swift tug, and rafe inhales them deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"fuuuuccckk," he gasps shakily, his nostrils full of your scent.

he puts his middle finger into his mouth and wets it before slowly sliding it into your wet hole. his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as he feels your hot, warm walls envelop his finger.

"oh, fuck," you moan, your back arching. the fact that you couldn't see what he was doing turned you on even more.

"give it to me, baby," rafe says, pumping his finger in and out of you faster.

he adds another finger and you gasp.

"that's it," rafe coaxes. "so fucking tight and wet, you slut."

he removes his fingers and positions his cock near your stretched hole, hissing at the contact.

"shit." rafe groans. "fuck, it's gonna feel so good filling this tight cunt up."

he takes a deep breath as he removes his finger and enters you. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan loudly.

"fucking hell," rafe growls. "shit, you're so fucking tight!"

he rocks into you, his cock filling you up completely.

"such a pretty fuckin' cunt," he murmurs, leaning down to bite the shell of your ear.

"this cunt," he continues, accentuating his words with harsh thrusts, "is all mine for tonight."

he pants, speeding up his thrusts. "i hope you're on the pill because i'm cumming inside this greedy fuckin' cunt."

you nod, your mind hazy with lust. "mhm, i'm clean and take the pill."

"good girl. see how she fucking sucks in my fat cock, she was made for me. fuckin' cunt was made for me," he mutters through clenched teeth.

suddenly he slips out of you. you cry out.

"fucking turn around. lemme see that pretty face as i fuck you."

you obey immediately. he lands a gentle slap on your ass as encouragment.

"pretty fuckin' girl," he compliments, leaning down to kiss your lips. you kiss him back, savoring the taste of sweat and marijuana on his lips.

as he pulls back, he re-enters you. you both hiss at the feeling.

"i'll never get enough of this fucking cunt, jade," he groans as you feel his balls slapping against you.

"mm," you whimper, about to moan out his name when you realize he never told you what it was. "wh-what's your name?"

"rafe," he answers, accentuating the one syllable with a deep thrust, making you see stars.

the name falls from your lips as a high-pitched moan. it sounds almost natural. he groans at the sound of his name and he thrusts into you faster, feeling his balls tighten.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum, you slut," he hisses through clenched teeth, the words coming out clipped as he revels in the feel of your pussy.

"cum!" you repeat, your brain going blank as you feel the knot in your stomach close to snap. "cum inside my greedy cunt!"

at that rafe thrusts forward, groaning in ecstasy as his cum shoots deep into your pussy. you cry out as you spasm around his cock, milking it for every last drop.

"fuck," he mutters breathlessly, slowly pulling out to marvel at the mess he made. "would you look at that - a properly bred fucktoy."

you're gasping for breath as you come down from your high.

"fucking shit," you mutter, your thighs soaked with rafe's cum as it slides down from your pussy.

"pretty good, eh?" rafe asks, a low chuckle leaving his lips. "i like it messier, though."

"me too," you admit with a small smile, moving your messy hair out of your face.

"i like you," rafe says, lying down beside you. "maybe i should keep you around. what do you think about coming to wilmington with me?"

charm's notes:

first of all, tysm for reading! <3 i've been working on this for so long lmao. anyways, i have this thing on my blog called "horny hours" where you can hope into my inbox (anon is on, dw) and send me horny thoughts you may have about any of the obx boys! feel free to add links to pics/vids/whatever too! don't forget to read my request rules tho to know what i vibe with. lastly if you want to read more of my work, you can check out my masterlist for my previous works as well as others i'm working on.

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dinogoofymutated · 1 year ago

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Hi there! I'm currently watching the original X men series to catch up to 97, and I'm in love with Gambit.

Would it be possible to ask for Remy and reader to be on a secret mission, and the Ole "make out so they don't suspect us" trope comes in, and gambit kinda (obviously) has feelings...?

It could be sfw or nsfw, either is perfect! Thank you for all that you do, I've been trying to find fics for the xmen for a while 🙏🙏

Kinda spicy! Gambit/GN!reader

YESS!! YESSSS!!! I legit had a dream about this situation with remy the day before you sent me this ask and I was cackling in joy when I saw this! I basically hyperfixated on it because I love this trope.

TWS: sexual themes n shit, no explicit smut. As always, reader written while picturing fem! but no specific pronouns mentioned. Semi-public making out and touching. Nipples be touched but size and type of breast not mentioned.

-Ps- reader can see heat signatures for plot purposes. I usually try to keep powers ambiguous but it was a NEED!

"In here, quick!" Remy's thick draw catches your attention, just before he yanks you into an alley. The two of you were in New Orleans, looking for a specific mutant Xavier wanted to talk to. The only downside was that Remy still had a warrant out for his arrest, and wanted posters plastered all over the city from bourbon Street to the garden district.

"Don't worry Cher. You said. NOPD 'dumber than a sack of rocks, you said!" You gripe at him. Remy laughs, tugging you around the corner. The alleyways on Burbon street are mostly private areas, owned and sealed off by the bars that line the storefronts- but Remy knew this city like the back of his hand. However, things had changed since he was here last. That became apperent when the two of you reach the end of the alleyway and there's a brand new brick wall, a dead end.

Remy curses and skids to a stop, causing you to slam into his back. You send him a dirty look as you whip around, eyes adjusting to the brick surroundings. It's hard to make out the figures of the cops through the walls of the busy bar in in front of you, too many people crowding the street for drinks even this late at night. You strain your eyes a bit, but are able to make out the stiff-shouldered men, heat signature slightly elevated from booking it after the two of you. Unfortunately, they're headed towards the mouth of the alleyway.

"Damnit." You mutter, turning back to Remy. He understands what you mean just by looking at your face. He hums, thinking for a moment before he begins to take out a playing card. You grab his arm to stop him, trying to ignore how warm his skin is against your own.

"Don't. The explosion will just lead them to us." You say. Remy nodds, glancing at the corner before suddenly caging you against the wall of the alleyway. You try not to blush as he does so. Remy smirks at you, and you think your heart might just explode. You remind yourself that this is standard Remy behavior, but it doesn't stop your face from heating up. You can only hope it's too dark for him to see you properly.

"Well, there is another way we could fool those pigs." Remy says, quieter than before. You cock an eyebrow at him before looking back over in the direction of the alleyways opening, able to spot the cops as they begin to enter. In your peripheral, you see Remy running his fingers through his hair to flatten it. You open your mouth to ask him what he has in mind, but the sound of footsteps cut you off.

"-Well, if you're going to do something, you better do it quick!" You whisper back at him. Remy pushes you further against the cold brick, his hands drifting down to your waist as he leans over to wisper in your ear.

"Trust me, Cher. I'll take care of you." His words cause goosebumps to rise at the back of your neck, and you hardly have time to react before he's kissing you. Your eyes are blown wide, heart thumping wildly as you start to slowly relax into the kiss.

Unsurprisingly, Remy is a really, really good kisser. It's hard to focus while he's touching you like this, kissing you deeply like he loves you. He nips at your lip, and you gasp, having forgotten about everything else already. His tongue darts into you mouth, caressing the skin he finds there. You let out a small moan as one of his hands drifts lower, caressing your thigh and hiking your leg up just a bit. Your own hands slowly slide up his chest, drifting to his neck.

The heat in your chest is unbearable when Gambit separates from the kiss, a string of spit connecting your mouths before he wipes it away, nothing but affection on his eyes. You're panting for breath while he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then lower. Remy places wet kisses on your neck, sucking and biting as he tries to swallow you whole. You thread your hands through his soft hair as his does so, fully encouraging him to ravage you in whatever way he would like. One of his hands begins to slide under your shirt when a cough startles you out of your heated state.

Your first instinct is to turn towards the noise, but Gambit is quick to cup your cheek and pull you into another heated kiss before your head could move a centimeter. He keeps you occupied as his other hand fully caresses the skin beneath your shirt, squeezing and caressing your chest. You hear another exhausted sigh from the cops. You crack and eye open slightly, knowing they cant see you do so in the dark. One of them begins to raise his voice, but the other smacks him on the shoulder.

"Just another pair of drunks. We've got bigger things to worry about right now." The cop says. You could practically hear the other roll his eyes before they turn to and walk away. Gambit brings your attention back to him and only him when you feel a finger brush lightly against your nipple. You gasp, and Remy chuckles, playfully biting your lip as he pulls away. He's smirking as he looks at you, and you can only imagine what you look like right now.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." He teases, voice low and husky. You can't seem to pull your thought together properly when he's looking at you like that. You nervously look away, hands playing with his collar.

"And if I did?" You ask, glancing back at him to gage his reaction. He looks surprised at first, face morphing into a lovestruck smile before he tries to cover it up with a smirk. Didn't stop you from being able to see the heat rise to his cheeks, however.

"Then gambit thinks we should do this more often."

#SORRY FOR HIS THIRD PERSON SHIT I CANT STOP MYSELF #also #i miss new orleans #we used to have a close family friend that lived there but she moved and I haven’t been back in a while :(#never been to bourbon street btw I wasn't legal last time i visited and also new orleans drunk is a kind of drunk i do not want to run intk #x men 97 #x men #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #x men headcannons #gambit #remy lebeau #gambit x reader #remy lebeau headcannons #remy lebeau imagine #remy lebeau x reader #x men remy lebeau #gambit imagine #gambit headcanons

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pluto-on-mars · 1 year ago

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Brainrot

I literally just wanted to write abt Tsukishima fucking you dumb and being mean abt it <3

if you wanna commission me HMU!!!

Tsukishima kei x reader (18+ MDNI)

Includes: dumbification, unprotected sex, overstimulation, degradation, thigh riding/fucking(?), fingering, edging, oral (f receiving), plot what plot/pwp

Wordcount: 1,326 (unfinished)

Tsukishima was always one to tease, and you would normally put up with it. Normally you could handle his teasing touches to an extent. But currently, you felt like you were burning, mind hazy as Tsukishima's lips captured yours in a searing kiss.

His actions were intoxicating, swirling your tongue with his, and occasionally sucking on it. You felt like you were melting, Tsukishima's intense actions causing the spark of arousal to ignite.

You moaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as you tried your best to keep up with his actions. Your arms draped around his neck as you pulled yourself impossibly closer to him.

He shifted, causing his thigh to go right between your legs. You rocked your hips, trying to get anything to touch you right where you needed it. Suddenly, he pulled away, chuckling in amusement as you leaned forward trying to kiss him again. Hands came up to grip your hips which halted your movements.

You panted," Kei, please." His face was still close to yours, allowing you to feel the words as he spoke," Please? Please what?" There was a slight mocking tone to his words that went straight to your core.

You tried to buck your hips against his thigh but it was no use, his hands kept you firmly in place but for some reason that just aroused you even more.

Your face flushed, embarrassment crawling into your mind. You whispered," Please touch me."

You watched as a condescending smirk splayed across his features He moved his face closer, lips lightly brushing against each other, but not exactly capturing yours into a kiss.

He pulled your hips down, making your clothed cunt press against his thigh. Your breath hitched as he started to slowly rock your hips," What was that? I'm gonna need you to speak. louder." He punctuated his words by bouncing his thigh.

You felt like you were going to burst, brain processing his words much slower than usual. You begged," Please use your fingers to fuck my cunt, Kei please."

Tsukishima inhaled sharply, his hand going between your thighs, the other rubbing circles into your hips. " Well since you asked so nicely." he cooed out.

His slim fingers traced around your clothed clit, giving feather light touches that was something but at the same time nothing. Your breath hitched, about to beg him to stop his teasing.

But he pushed your underwear aside, cold fingers gathering your slick and swirling it around your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand as you gripped him tighter," Fuck! Kei-"

He let out an amused chuckle as he teased you," Look at you, so wet that you don't even have to suck on my fingers before I put them in you." Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped into your entrance.

He started to move his fingers, quickly finding that spongey spot inside you that made you see stars. You dug your face in the crook of his neck, as you tried to bite back your moans.

His lips brushed your ears as he muttered his words," You know better than to hide from me, or are you just a stupid whore?"

You let out a wanton moan as he started to speed up, thumb suddenly circling your clit. "Oh shit- faster! Please Kei 'm gonna cum!"

He nipped at your ear as he sped up his pace, fingers reaching your g-spot with every movement. You let out a desperate keen," Kei! 'M about to- fuck! 'M gonnacum-"

Suddenly, just as the knot you felt in your abdomen was about to snap, Tsukishima stopped. He laughed at you," What, did you think I was gonna let you cum that easily? You really are dumb."

You rolled your hips, needily nipping and kissing his neck in hopes that would somehow convince him to give you more. He huffed," Look at you, such a desperate whore trying to use anything to get off."

You frantically nodded," Need you Kei!" Tsukishima let out a low groan as your words went straight to his cock.

" Really now? Show me how much you need me." he rasped. You slowly started to rock your hips against his thigh, moaning as you felt him flex his thigh. You felt hot under his gaze as you sped up your pace.

Pressing into his thigh, you moaned as he started to play with one of your nipples, rolling it with his thumb. " Fuck, look at you making a mess of my thigh."

Going faster, you felt fuzzy, static starting to buzz throughout your limbs," Kei 'm gonna cum, please let me cum!" His hands grabbed your hips as he rocked you faster, slowly making pressure build in your abdomen.

"Go ahead, cum for me slut." His name-calling sent you over the edge, the orgasm that you had been waiting for finally arriving. You gripped onto him as your thighs started to shake," 'M cumming! Fuck! Shit Kei!"

Tsukishima would be lying if he said he didn't love to hear you moan his name. His gaze locked onto your face as it started to morph into an expression of pure ecstasy.

He slowly stopped rocking your hips against his thigh as you came down from your high. He put his lips on yours as he swallowed your moans, lightly biting your bottom lip as he laid you down.

His tongue worked his way inside your mouth as his hands trailed down to your tits. Pulling away from the kiss with a sharp pop he left a trail of wet kisses against your neck. Slowly going lower, and lower, hands following in his mouth's wake.

His mouth traveled to your inner thigh, nipping at it slightly. Your legs threatened to close when he let his breath fan across your sensitive cunt. Using his hands to keep your legs open for him, he used his tongue to lick a long stripe up your pussy and swirled it around your clit.

You tried to close your legs around his head, but he was just too strong. " 'M still sensitive!" you cried out. But that did nothing to deter him as he wrapped his lips around your nub and hummed.

" What was that?" He muttered against you, sending vibrations throughout your core. You cried out," Just came- Please 'm so sensitive. It's too good!"

" A whore like you can handle it." He teased right before his tongue delved into your wet hole. He ate you like a man starved, lapping at your folds and thrusting his tongue in and out.

Your back arched as you felt another orgasm begin to build again. Tsukishima moved his hands to hold your hips down, allowing you to close your thighs around his head. Your hands moved to grip his sandy blonde hair, meeting his sharp gaze as he looked at you.

Tsukishima felt you clench around his tongue and he brought a thumb to your clit. You let out a choked moan as you babbled out," Cumming again! 'M gonna- cumming! 'M cumming!"

Tsukishima moved his tongue faster, spurred on by your moans. He moaned into your cunt, your juices covering his face. Finally moving away from your hole, he captured your lips in a kiss. Its passionate nature feeling like a gentle contrast compared to his intense actions.

The sudden feeling of Tsukishima sinking you down on his cock made you see stars, his sinful groan making your walls clench around him. " Fuck, you're so wet, didn't even need my dick to make you such a mess."

He grabbed your hips, setting his own pace as he used his hands to slam them up and down, pushing his dick in and out.

" Such a slut, cumming before I could put my cock in you." He grunted, hands gripping down harder as you tightened around him.

" You-you said I could." You managed to choke out in your breathless state.

" Oh?" You knew it was an immediate mistake when you felt him stop," Still have enough sense in you to talk back I see?" he sneered.

Flipping you around so that your ass was up in the air, he wasted no time pushing his dick back between your folds. Slamming into you at a brutal pace, you couldn't stop the desperate moans that escaped you even if you wanted to.

" Can't have that now can I?" He husked, making his thrusts harder.

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multikara24 · 1 month ago

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First Time

a/n: It's been a while since I have used Tumblr and this work originally was going to be smut and it turned into a way to plot a long fic if I wanted too.

Warnings: Plot, Fluff, Smut with heavy feelings, P in V, Unprotected... I'm pretty sure there are more so tread carefully. Use of Y/N because apparently writers don't do that anymore?

Parining: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

It was the first time in.. God, he couldn’t remember. It has been over 20 years and time was getting more difficult to tell, yet Joel only continued to get older. Currently, he had his head buried in the shoulder of the woman who laid beneath him. Jackson had become home a few months back after the tedious trip from Boston to Wyoming, Ellie was dating a girl named Dina, and Joel had found a woman of his own. She began traveling with him and Ellie after they arrived at Bill’s only to find nothing left. She made it to Jackson with them after a couple of close encounters and multiple injuries. She was teaching Ellie the things she needed to know when Joel was shot. They always made it back to him in one piece.

Yet, when push came to shove out on the open road. Joel always shoved. There were moments when (Y/N) would go ahead with Ellie and speak to her about things or help her with her aim after Joel showed off to them both. “Cheater” they both claimed. It was hard not to see them as a makeshift family especially when, despite how much he attempted to deny the claims, Joel was staring at her when she thought she wasn’t looking and (Y/N) did the exact same back and the two of them remained friends despite Ellie’s best efforts. Her best efforts were teasing the two adults “Joel, were you staring at her or were those Clickers?” she once asked bluntly, “It's obvious you two like each other.. There’s a building over there, go work it out.” and when those didn’t work she resorted to truth or dare games. Ellie took an interest in how oblivious the both of them seemed and constantly facepalmed in second hand embarrassment.

Arriving at Jackson changed everything. Joel was safe, Ellie was safe, and most importantly (Y/N) was safe, despite the occasional disagreements and arguments they were enough of a family as Tommy and Maria. It was only a few weeks ago that Joel’s barriers were finally broken by (Y/N), he finally let them down. Joel had a nightmare and when asked he couldn’t remember what it was about but he knew his brain enjoyed testing him, making him relive some of the lowest points of his life since the outbreak. Joel woke up panting and desperately needing something to ground him. Originally, he planned on using alcohol and drugs to numb the pain but the way (Y/N) woke up to the near nonexistent sound of Joel Miller sneaking was something that caught him by surprise. Instead of alcohol that night, he took comfort in her, albeit reluctantly and eventually unintentionally.

Now? He had his head buried in the crevice of (Y/N)’s shoulder and neck. His lips moving of their own accord as he mumbled swears between praises and soft noises while gently rocking his hips. His eyes were screwed shut as he was slightly overwhelmed by the sensations. He had lost count of just how many sensations he felt as holding on to his train of thought caused him to disconnect from the moment and disconnection meant missing every tiny noise (Y/N) made. Sex was a far from new concept to Joel but sex with someone he loved with every goddamn fiber of his being, someone who was safe enough to not have to constantly worry about if an infected or a FEDRA agent would kill them. For the first time in a long time he felt safe. He wasn’t living in chaos thanks to Jackson and Tommy for taking the three of them in. He could focus on fixing guitars, carving little sculptures out of wood, or the woman he would one day make his wife and his adopted daughter.

“God, Joel.” The hand in his hair tightened slightly and in turn he let out a groan as his teeth grazed her shoulder gently taking the skin between his teeth and giving it back just as easily. His pace picked up slightly at the sound of his name in such an intimate way as he kissed the area of skin.

“I love you.” He mumbled against her skin. The words were honest and from the heart despite the circumstances. (Y/N) processed for a moment. The three words she knew he felt but was unsure he was ever going to utter came out so simply.

“I love you too, Joel. I have for a while now.” That’s all he needed. The simple reassurance that she felt the same, that she thought the same. He pulled back not too long after looking down at her before pressing a soft kiss to the side of her jaw and then her lips.

“Don’t you need to finish?” She asked looking between them at just how taut he was. He looked up at her and chuckled through his nose softly.

“I did.” He assured her before getting off the couch and walking to their shared bedroom for a cloth then headed to the kitchen to wet the cloth and wipe her off. He placed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh and pulled her on top of him to cuddle, quickly bringing the blanket down with her.

“I love you.” He spoke quietly, pressing a soft kiss to her head. His southern drawl was more obvious than usual.

“I love you too, Joel.” She spoke before closing her eyes as she listened to Joel’s raised yet steady and calm heartbeat. He was her safe place and more importantly, she was Joel’s.

#joel miller #the last of us #smut #x female reader #x reader #joel miller fluff #tlou #joel miller x reader #Pedro pascal x reader

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starboye · 11 months ago

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pairing: stiles stilinski x male reader

request: hi!! i was reading your writing for a bit and i was curious if you could write a stiles stilinski smut?you can make the plot <3

warnings: smut, cursing, face fucking, oral sex

stiles was always the class clown, the funny one who was there to brighten everyone day but in his horny time of need he can become the most persistent fucker known to man, he'll grope your ass or rub his bulge across you just so you could get annoyed and take him anywhere more private to let him fuck you till he dumps a load in you and today was no different.

you get a notification from your phone and open it to see stiles texted you, you check the message and see a picture of stiles clothed bulge and a text saying "I need you" and scoff with a chuckle "I can't right now I'm in class" you reply and he is quick to text back "I don't care please come to the bathroom" the text read "stiles no" you reply "please please just this one time and I won't ask you anymore" stiles replies back.

you knew that was a lie but you decided if you could just get him to cum you could be back in class in no time so you asked the teacher if you could go to the bathroom and he let you, you walked down the hallway trying to find which one stiles was in and you soon did, hearing stiles call you over you walked into the bathroom and immediately get pulled into an empty stall where you're met with stiles lips crashing against yours.

"a hello would have been good" you joke "well then hello will you suck my dick" stiles says "fine" you huff dropping to your knees in the fairly clean bathroom stall and pulling stiles pants down to his knees watching in amusement as his dick springs out, a drip of precum falling from the tip "what's got you so horny" you ask "I thought of you riding me while studying in class" stiles says.

"oh really, tell me all about it" you say sinking your mouth onto his dick "well first you wanted to help me study but then you straddled my lap and started grinding on me" stiles begins telling while trying to not look you in the eyes as to not lose all train of thought "and then what" the say muffled by the cock you were currently throating "yo-you started making out with me and then it stopped, I woke up" stiles groans looking down and watching you take his dick so easily.

"we could definitely do that after school" you say panting after pulling stiles out of your mouth "no no don't stop" stiles says pushing you back down on his dick, you could feel his animalistic urges coming out and you wanted to take that further by taking him all the way down to the base with no gagging and looking him in the eyes, his eyes filled with hungry lust and your filled with a coat of tears but stiles holds back knowing he can't do everything he wants to you in a school bathroom.

you tighten your throat around his dick wanting to swallow his delicious cum, you place your hands on his thighs for stability and bobbing your head back and forth across his length, he grabbed your head and slammed his dick into you, constantly hitting the back of your throat before he empties his thick cum into your mouth, you could feel it overflowing in your mouth but you swallow it all down.

"fuck" stiles huffs falling back against the stall wall "we should do this more often" stiles says "never again will I do this" you deny getting up and wiping the dust from your pants, stiles pulls you into a quick kiss before fixing his pants "see ya after school" stiles asks "definitely, I wanna hear more about that thought you had in class" you grin before walking out of the stall and back to your class.

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lulualuana · 6 months ago

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More and more and more and more

i swear my best ideas only form when I'm in the shower, it's kinda freaky (literally actually)

wc: 1210

cw: porn no plot, dirty talk, a little degrading, fingering, dumbification, finger sucking/gagging, clit slapping(like once), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that thing yall!), squirting, creampie, aftercare

enjoy?

“Poor baby,” Leon cooed against your ear, his chest flush against your back as he kept your legs spread out over his, two fingers on his left hand stuffed in your mouth, and two fingers on his right hand pumping into your pussy. His voice was deceptively soft to anyone who heard it, though it didn’t matter much to you. Why would it?

You couldn't tell there was a thick layer of lust-induced venom beneath his words, you couldn’t tell that with every little moan and whine you let free, his fingers working in and out of your messy cunt grew faster. No, all you knew was that he was making you feel good, he was speaking so tenderly and soothingly against your ear, and that was all you needed in your dumbed down, pleasure-focused state.

“Poor baby can’t think after coming so much, huh? All worked up and sensitive after only four times. How pathetic.” He punctuated his words by curling his fingers deep inside you, pressing a kiss to your tear stained cheek as you moaned around his fingers. His lips lingered there to taste the salty trace of your tears, gaining a dirty satisfaction from it. “Want me to stop, angel? Want me to pull my fingers out?”

The whine he got from you in response to that was beyond erotic, the way you clenched around his fingers as if to keep them buried in your pussy was filthy and god be damned if he didn’t get to feel you clenching around his cock like that next.

“No? You still wanna’ keep going?” He taunted, curling his fingers again and laughing softly against your ear when you bucked into the pressure. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, instead grabbing your chin and turning you to look at him. “Which do you want more then, angel? My fingers or my cock?” He asked sweetly, absolutely adoring the pleasure-drunk look on your face as you tried to formulate an answer to the question.

How were you supposed to pick? Both felt good, and god, you really didn’t care if you were squeezing his fingers or his dick as long as something was filling your needy pussy.

He didn’t seem to like how long you were taking to answer, evident when he pulled his fingers from you with a wet squelch, slapping his fingers against your clit to get your attention. “Answer me, angel or I’ll give you nothing.”

He was lying about that. If you didn’t pick he was going to pick for you, and his choice would end with you folded up and gushing around his cock.

“C-cock.. Please?” You finally answered, your current lack of thoughts so very obvious in the tone of your voice. Oh, and the way you pleaded? Leon practically came on the spot. “Yeah? Want my cock, angel? Gave me a sweet little please and everything. How am I supposed to say no to you sweetheart?” The answer is that he wasn’t.

He was more than happy to keep you spread out on his lap as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the waist just enough to free his aching cock. He kept his grip tight on your chin as he gripped the base of his cock, teasingly slapping his head against your leaking hole, groaning at the way you whined and tried to angle your hips and get something more out of him.

“Patience, angel. You know better,” he scolded lowly, gripping your chin a little tighter as he finally decided to stop teasing. He notched his head against your entrance, giving a warning push before he thrust his hips up in one slow and smooth motion, sinking into your heat with a low curse. “Mmm, fuck angel..”

He groaned against your ear as you immediately tightened around him, his hips giving a sharp buck into yours and making you whine sharply, eyes rolling back as she sets an even pace. “Pussy feels so good, angel. All tight and wet just for me, hm? Just for this dick?” He gets a babbled string of yes’s in response to his words, and can’t help the swell of pride it leaves him with.

He lets go of your chin in favor of gripping the underside of your thighs, holding you open and shifting his body so he can snap his hips up into yours at a mind-numbing pace (Not that your brain needed any more numbing). “So good for me, angel. So good and sweet. Gotta stuff this pussy for being so good.”

You seem to love his idea of a reward. You weren’t shy in the slightest about letting your jaw drop and releasing every single moan, whimper and whine, babbling stupidly about how good he was fucking you and how you’d be good forever so long as he fucked you forever. Not that it was possible for him to fuck you forever, but its the thought (and lack thereof) that counts.

Leon loved hearing you, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him ten times harder and make him thrust ten times faster. “What.. what do you have to say to me for fucking you so good, angel?” He asked, his thrusts becoming shorter and faster, nudging his cock deep inside you in a borderline sloppy way. “What do you say?”

“T-thank you-” You managed to get out, your body tensing as you came abruptly for the fifth time that night. Coming so many times so fast. Leon still drilling into your sensitive pussy as you came. It was all too much. You barely even had time to react. Your back arched away from Leon’s chest, a panicked mess of words spilling from your lips as the imaginary thread in your lower stomach snapped and you were suddenly gushing around Leon, tears springing to your eyes as you were suddenly soaking him, yourself, and the sheets below you in your juices oh so lewdly.

Leon was pleasantly surprised by you squirting. The sight, sound of you crying out as you did and the feeling of you squeezing him tight enough to cut him off, rendering him incapable of holding on any longer. “Angel-” His hips stuttered, sinking deep into you one last time before he was flooding you with his cum, relishing in the way you milked him. “Fuuuck…”

He takes a moment to breathe, leaning you against his chest and his back against the headboard as he waits for his cock to stop kicking inside you before he’s slowly pulling out, shushing you softly when you cry out and shift at the brief moment of stimulation.

“I know. ‘M sorry, angel. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Gone is the honey sweet malice from his tone, replaced with just pure honey and love as he picks you up and whisks you away to the bathroom to take a nice and warm, rose scented bath.

He cares for you just as diligently as he fucks you, if not more so. He has to make up for practically torturing you with pleasure somehow, and he loves seeing you cozy and content just as much as he loves seeing you crying and coming over and over again. The duality of man.

~~~ brain is fried

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fireseo · 3 months ago

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Model!Mingi x Fem!Reader

Model!Mingi x Fem!Reader 18+

Genre: smut with some plot, fluff, non!idol!au

Word count: 2k

Warning: MDNI, dom!Mingi, sub!reader, blow job, handjob, finger fucking, daddy kink, petnames(princess, darling, y/nnie, Min, love, baby), face fucking, cum swallowing, hair-pulling(m. receiving), pussy-slapping, choking, cream pie, unprotected sex (pls just use protection, it's not that hard), very fluffy ending (aka mingi being an absolute gentleman)

Summary: You and Mingi get ready to attend his modeling event at Paris fashion week for his Off White collaboration

A/n: ya'll... sometimes I just be getting carried away, lmao

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In 2 days Mingi will be attending Paris fashion week for Off White. He decided to bring you along since he wanted you to be his plus-one.

And since you're going with him he wanted to gift you something for the occasion.

It being a brand new perfume, it smells like his favorite scent. He decided to go ahead and gifted you a new dress that you'll wear aswell.

It's currently 8:30pm. You two are packing your stuff for the private flight to Paris tomorrow morning.

Since he models for them, he needed to leave tomorrow morning if he wanted to walk the runway.

Mingi currently in the shower as you almost get done packing. You hear Mingi call for you from the bathroom.

“Yeah Mingi?”You ask, shouting a bit over the water flow. “Come here” he said, “wanna take a shower with me?” He asked over the water.

“I'd love to, but I'm packing right now.” you addressed. “It's okay, I'll help you when we get out.” He added.

“Okay, just for a bit?” He nodded. You began undressing as he closed the curtain, continuing to shower.

Once you got undressed, you hopped in the shower with him. Giving him a back hug since he was facing away from you.

He held onto your arms, linking together in front of him as he grabbed your shampoo. Giving it to you, you grabbed it and started washing your hair.

He gazed at you, watching you rinse your hair with a desire forming in the pit of his stomach.

He hugged you from the back once you're done rinsing your hair, catching you off guard as you thought he was still cleaning.

“You're so tempting baby, you know that?” He said with a raspy voice. The voice you absolutely love. The one that really gets you going.

“I know Min..you tell me that all the time” you murmured, trying to keep the butterflies in your stomach under control.

He gave you neck a soft kiss, just under your jaw. You sigh, pleased at the feeling of his gorgeously plump lips on your skin.

“Because it's true, you're absolutely beautiful” he muttered, pressing kisses all over your neck and jaw.

You breathed out, satisfied with the attention he's giving your neck. But you feel the desire for more attention somewhere else.

“Min..” you whispered. He hummed, acknowledging you. “Can you please stop teasing.. and touch me..?” You pleaded.

He laughed against your neck, bringing his lips to your ear, whispering, “get on your knees for me, will ya?”

You turn around to get on your knees in front of him, his back blocking the water from hitting your face. You noticed his cock hardening, you brought your hand up to his dick and grabbed the base.

You started pumping him with slow, gentle strokes. He groaned, feeling your small hand against his girthy cock.

“There you go princess, that's it” his voice already hoarse. You pump him a few more times before you lean in to lick his cock from the base, to sucking his sensitive tip. He let out a throaty grunt at the feeling.

You pushed his cock further into your mouth til your nose hit his pelvis, feeling him deep in your throat.

“Oh my god princess.. it feels so good..” he purred lowly. You moaned around him as you bobbed your head at a quick speed.

He grunted, grabbing ahold of your head, creating a makeshift ponytail as he held you in place.

He started thrusting into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of him getting closer to his release.

He picked up the pace, making you choke on his dick as he came down your throat with a loud groan, making you swallow every drop.

“So good…” he muttered, picking you up and pushing you against the shower wall, your back hitting the cold tile. Your cunt is so wet, and not just from the shower.

“Please…” you begged, “please what princess?” He asked teasingly, “gonna need to use your words baby” he spoke.

“Please fuck me with your fingers daddy.. I wanna feel you inside me, please..” You continued to beg. Wanting nothing more right now than for his thick fingers inside you.

He rubs your waist, bringing his hand down to your sensitive clit. He does figure eights over your clit, down to your entrance, and back over and over again til you beg for him to put them in.

He thrusts 2 fingers into you at rapid speed. Shower long forgotten as he only focuses on the soaked sounds of your needy cunt.

“You're so wet princess…” he growled. Thrusting his fingers in you like a madman. Squelching being the only sound you hear along with your whiny moans.

You came along with a loud moan. He kissed your cheek tenderly and held your waist, knowing you'll collapse.

He was right.

You collapsed as soon as your high wore off. You held onto his shoulders tightly and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before asking, “could we lay down?”

He smiled before speaking softly, “of course princess, you lay down while I finish packing okay?” You nod, dozing off.

Once he finished up cleaning you off and putting you in bed, he finished packing quietly and neatly. Getting in bed with you and dozing off.

You're flight to Paris was relaxing to say the least. You and Mingi on your way to the hotel for the trip. He dragged his and your suitcases to the room, not wanting you to lift a finger.

“Baby… I think I can drag my own luggage” you spoke softly, smiling as he looked at you like you just offended him.

“Excuse me??? No. Absolutely not. As long as you are with me, you won't be carrying anything besides your purse.” He explained intently.

Once you two settled in, he went to take a shower. You were seated on the bed when he got out.

You saw he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, hanging low on his hips. Showing off his toned v-line.

You absolutely loved his waist and hips. How they rolled as he thrust into you. The way they felt in your hands.

You started to get hot as your thoughts continued. He saw you were zoned out, gazing at his hips.

Smirking, he lowered the towel, fully nude. Your eyes widened in surprise. “Mingi what are you doing?” You asked hurriedly.

“Just getting dressed love, why are you surprised? Nothing you haven't seen before” he teased.

“I-um…can you not? Get dressed?” You asked shyly. He looked at you, eyebrow raised. “and why's that?” He said, walking closer to the bed.

“I like the view.. alot. I want you Min” you murmured. He smiled gently, coming closer to you to kiss you.

His lips felt as soft as a pillow, his hands came up to cup your cheeks. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue glide across your lips, asking for permission to enter your mouth.

You reached up to grab onto his hair, tugging it slightly, causing a low groan to escape his mouth.

“You're playing dangerous I see..” he growled. You giggle into the kiss and tug on his hair again. “Then do something about it” you rasped out.

He ripped your hand out of his hair and gently pushed you down on the bed. “Trust me, I will” he purred.

Mingi ripped your sleep shorts off and threw them on the floor. He pulled your panties down and noticed the slick trail following.

“Oh..You're dirty..it's sexy” he spoke deeply.

You spit in your hand and bring it up to his dick, feeling it harden in your palm. Giving him slow strokes, he groaned in pleasure.

“Baby..you're so soft..” he spoke through many growls and groans. You gave him a few more pumps as his fingers went to your soaking pussy, giving it a small slap before he pulled your panties to the side to give him a better look.

“Oh look at you..so soaked just for me” he muttered. You whimpered as his finger started rubbing over your cunt, making sure to open you up a bit.

His thumb grazed your clit, making you jump, slightly gasping in pleasure and shock. “Gonna fit so well baby..” he whispered.

You were very impatient, wanting him to get inside you already, “daddy..please? Please come inside me now” you whimpered.

“Oh believe me, I will” he lined his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing inside as you moaned at the stretch.

You already felt fucked out when he pushed the final inches inside you. He breathed out, trying not to cum too early.

“You're so tight around me y/nnie.” he groaned, “you were made for me darling” he grunted as he pulled his cock out until it was just the tip, then thrusted back inside you.

You gasped at the intensity of his hips bucking back and forth. His dick hitting deep inside you with powerful force.

Mingi let out a low grunt as he felt you squeeze around him. “Baby don't do that or I'll cum within seconds, I want you to feel good”

He groaned and you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer as he kept hitting your sensitive soft spot.

Da-daddy…so close…faster..please..” you whimpered a broken up response. Mingi sped up his thrusts, hand going up to your neck, giving it a light squeeze as to not actually hurt you, making your brain fuzzy.

He continued pounding into you, wanting you to cum. You squeak with every deep roll of his hips.

Your legs started shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm hit you hard. Moaning loudly as you came on his cock, a white ring forming around his base.

Mingi groaned as he continued thrusting, trying to reach his high as well. He came shortly after, filling you up to the brim.

He slowed his thrusts, wanting to ride out his and your high. He came to a stop, stilling inside you as you both pant softly, trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm.

“Hey, baby, you alright?” He whispered in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder. You nod, feeling exhausted and breathless.

“Here, let me clean you up.” He stated as he went to put on a pair of sweats before he lifted you up, bridal style.

Carrying you to the bathroom, he ran a hot bath and got rid of any excess clothing.

He poured a small amount of muscle relaxer in the bath before helping you into it.

Once you got situated he began giving you a shoulder massage and gave you the shampoo and conditioner to wash your hair, getting all the sweat out, then started washing your body.

Once you got out of the bath, he helped you get ready for bed. After he set you in bed, having you sit with your legs on his lap, head on the pillow beside him.

He turned on the hotel tv to find something to watch. He massaged your calves and thighs as he focused on the random cooking show playing.

You started to drift off to sleep with his warm hands still on you. He noticed. He shifted your position to you next to him, your arms draped around his waist, head on his chest.

He felt himself dozing off after he positioned himself slightly to his arm around your shoulders, head laying on top of yours, moving your leg to lay upon his closest to yours.

If he's going to be honest, he was extremely nervous for the show tomorrow, but knowing you'll be by his side the whole time made him feel like tomorrow will actually be an amazing event.

He will continue to cherish these moments of you by his side, never wanting you to leave him and vice versa.

He'll continue to give you any and everything you ask for.

He'll continue to protect you forever.

And he'll make sure to love you permanently.

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A/n: hope you all enjoyed 💜💜

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crusty-chronicles · 6 months ago

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Smut Week: Day Two

Love Me Like I'm Your Last (Part 4)

NSFW: MDNI

An: LOOOK AT HIM!!! HE’S A BIG SWEETY!!!! YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN’S WOULDN’T BE A GOOD FATHER!

Warnings: extremely unprotected sex, hair pulling, cunnilingus👉👈, oral sex, breeding kink, multiple rounds, overstimulation, hair pulling, fem reader

Synopsis: Kite gets a case of baby fever after helping you take care of Gon, Killua, and the newest addition: Alluka. Or alternatively, Kite follows in Ging's footsteps😏, but unlike his mentor, he desperately wants to see it through to the end.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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It's something he doesn't even consciously know he does. Rutting faster and harder into you whenever you decided not to use protection. Holding you closer and pushing your legs towards your chest to reach even deeper. Enjoying the sight of your stuffed cunt leaking his seed, only to scoop back in any droplets with his fingers. His very being swelling with need when you joked about him getting you pregnant.

The feeling only amplified with the most recent visit from the boys.

This time they'd brought a new addition to your makeshift family. Killua's little sister Alluka. She had been shy at first meeting you and Kite. Hiding behind Killua and watching you two cautiously. But she warmed up after a few days. Choosing to follow you around for the most part. It had a soft feeling settle in his chest.

You coddled her more than you did Gon and Killua. Picking her up whenever she asked. Letting her hold your hand and tug you wherever she wanted. You also let her get away with more, much to the boys’ dismay.

The two of them currently glaring at her while you scolded them for bringing a possum into the house. Even though it was Alluka’s idea. Who made it known by sticking out her tongue and grabbing a cookie off the counter.

The gentle tone you used with her and Nanika was also something he took note of. Making both girls feel loved. A stark contrast to the way they were used to being treated.

The final nail in the coffin was when she called you Mommy.

It had Kite wondering what it would be like to have kids of your own. If you'd even want that. He thinks you'd be a great mother. The way the kids always listen to you. How they like to go to you for comfort. Your protective nature towards all three of them. It has him yearning.

Then that same feeling of want starts to course through him. The one he gets while he's filling you up with cum. A need to see you round with the life you two created. The dots start to connect then.

And he realizes he might have a breeding kink. An embarrassing revelation he would not be revealing to you anytime soon. Or at least, that was the plan.

He hadn't counted on the trio wanting to go to the park today. Though he honestly should have seen it coming. With the way the three of them had been whispering this morning, and how the boys sent Alluka to ask you something, he should have figured they were plotting.

It came as no surprise you'd said yes. You truly were a sucker for that girl. And the boys were smart enough to use that against you. So there the two of you sat while the trio messed around.

You moved to adjust yourself on the bench. Leaning your head on Kite's shoulder. Content to bask in his presence for the brief moment you were alone.

“How many days do you have off?” You asked.

He intertwined your hand with his.

“A full month, thankfully.” He responded.

“That leaves three weeks for just us.” You said teasingly.

He could practically see your playful smirk. Feel you press closer to him. Three weeks with you meant trouble in the best way possible.

You redirected your attention towards the kids. All three of them were dangling off the monkey bars. It appeared to be a contest of sorts. A shiny stone put up for reward. If you had to guess, it would go to whoever could hang on the longest.

They looked to be on equal playing ground. Well, they were until the boys started kicking at each other. Trying to get the other one to let go. Alluka caught wind of this strategy and ended up kicking Killua in the stomach. He was completely caught off guard, letting go with an ‘oof.’ Gon went to praise Alluka, but was pulled down harshly by Killua. The small assassin yanking him by his ankles.

“If I don't get to win, neither can you!” He shouted.

“That's not fair!!! You started kicking first!” Gon argued.

The duo ended up scuffling on the ground while Alluka happily claimed her prize.

“I win! I win! I'm gonna make it into a necklace for mommy!”

You did your best to stifle your laughter. You figured the boys would tone it down with a girl in the mix. Turns out it only amplified their chaotic nature.

The small girl stopped suddenly. Her expression going completely blank. Then she started to make her way over to where you were sitting. Upon closer inspection, it seems she switched. Blackened eyes staring up timidly at Kite when she finally reached you two.

“Is there something you need?” He questioned. You took note of his soft tone. A fond smile making its way to your face at the interaction.

“Let me braid your hair.” She demanded, reaching up and pointing at the silver strands.

“Nanika we've talked about this.” You scolded.

It was decided when she was brought over that nobody would ask her to complete a wish. Inversely, if she ever wanted something, she would ask for it to avoid fulfilling the condition of her ability. A way of showing both girls they didn't need to use their powers to be loved. That they were wanted.

“Can I braid your hair?” She corrected.

“You may.” Kite answered, leaning down so she could reach.

She let out a ‘kay’ and hopped into your lap. Giving you Kite's hat while she worked. She braided his hair to the best of her ability. The parts uneven with flyaways. Every now and then she'd tug on a knot until it untangled, your poor partner trying his hardest not to show it hurt. When she got about halfway, she switched with Alluka once more. The small girl let out a squeal and eagerly took over. Giggling when she finally tied it up with a bow.

“You look so pretty, daddy.” She complimented, admiring the two girls’ handiwork.

Kite's eyes widened. He'd heard her call you mommy dozens of times this week. But to hear himself addressed with a familiar term of endearment, it made him crave that future with you all the more. It was sweet and unexpected. He gave her a small head pat before she ran off.

“Yeah. Pretty handsome, daddy.” You cooed while you placed his hat back on his head.

Immediately his face flushed. He was gonna get you pregnant for sure if you kept that up.

Similar happenings occurred throughout day. With Gon approaching later and tugging Kite's arm. Doing his best to get him up.

“C'mon! Dad, I wanna show you something!” He hurriedly explained.

And when he realized what he said, he let go and covered his face.

“I, uh, I didn't mean-”

“It's fine,” Kite assured. Seems he was two for two today.

“What was it you wanted to show me?”

Immediately Gon had perked back up.

“We think we found a trapdoor spider, but I'm not too sure. We wanted you to verify what it was before it went back into its den.”

It was hard to say no when he was so excited. Not like Kite would have in the first place. It didn't help he'd accidentally called him dad either. So he got up to follow the boy in green. A feeling of warmth once again washing over him.

Then there was the incident with Killua. The two of you had gotten into a spat over food. You see, Killua had been downing ice cream all afternoon. That you could live with. What you couldn't, however, was when he swiped the one you barely opened out of your hands and dashed away. Shouting a ‘you left yourself wide open!’

Thus a grudge had been made. So when he came back over to you an hour later, you promptly shut him down.

“Y/n, I'm hungry.” He whined.

“Too bad. You robbed me. You shouldn't be hungry with all that sugar you ate.” You retorted.

He pouted up at you. He knew he was wrong for that, but it was soooo hot today. And you were right open. Plus, he knew he wouldn't be able to sway you unless he apologized.

“Fine.” He said, too proud to stand down.

What happened next was a complete accident. But perhaps subconsciously it was intentional.

“Daaad! Y/n is being mean to me!” He complained.

You'd gone silent in shock. His face had gone red at the realization. Ultimately deciding the embarrassment wasn't worth doubling down.

“You didn't hear that! You're both hallucinating! The- the sun finally got to you!” He tried to come up with an excuse.

You couldn't help but laugh, watching as the red worsened. A nudge to your shoulder helping you get your bearings.

“You're embarrassing him.” Kite scolded before he turned to Killua.

“Look, it's fine.”

“What's fine? Because I never said anything. In fact, this conversation is all in your heads. I was never-”

“How about we get something to eat when we leave?” He suggested.

“You're the best pops!”

The soft way Kite had been acting with the kids…It made you want to jump his bones. He'd be such a good father. So sweet and attentive. Your little trio of ghouls seemed to think so judging by how they all accidentally called him ‘dad’. He already took care of them like his own. What was one more?

You shook your head at the thought. You'd be taking away too much from him if you had a child. His freedom to pursue his line of work. You could never ask him to prioritize you over that. Or worse, you wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened to him while you were in such a vulnerable state. No, it was best not to bring it up. Not for a long while.

But your partner had other plans.

You found yourselves cuddled together on the couch the day the kids decided to leave. Your body curled into his with his head rested on yours. Something playing in the background while you enjoyed each other's company.

You could tell Kite was lost in thought. His fingers absentmindedly tracing little circles onto your waist. The way his other hand tightened ever so slightly around your own.

“Something on your mind?” You asked.

He looked to you, then lower. Right at your stomach. He figured it was best to just rip the bandaid off. The worst you could say was no. He really hoped you wouldn't say no.

"What do you think about us starting a family?"

The question caught you off guard. You'd never heard him this shy before. Like he was unsure to ask. It was endearing. And how could you refuse a request like that? When his desires had lined up perfectly with your own.

"I'd like that very much, but are you sure? Long distance has been a pain. I don't know how well it'd work out if we threw a kid in the mix." You voiced your concerns.

"Then I'll take smaller jobs so I'm not away as much. Just for the first couple of years." He compromised, giving a small kiss to your neck.

Heat began to pool in your stomach. Your resolve crumbling.

"I don't want to take you away from your work."

"You're not. We'll make it work. We'll come up with something together." He promised.

Together.

He wanted to see this through with you. He wanted this just as much as you did. He wouldn't have any regrets about it.

"Okay. Let's have a baby.”

He beamed up at you and pulled you close. You cupped his face, kissing him softly. He closed his eyes at the feeling, quickly returning it. ‘You'd said yes. You actually said yes.’ He internally celebrated. He loved you. Without a doubt he loved you more than anything.

You broke the kiss and rested your forehead on his. A teasing smile on your lips.

“Do you wanna start trying?” You asked.

His face reddened at your words. The flush only worsening when you leaned up to place kisses under his jaw.

“Right now?” His voice coming out breathless as you splayed your hand on his chest. Moving it lower and lower. His member starting to harden.

“Right now. You were so good with the kids this week. Such a good daddy. You have no idea how much I wanted you.”

Your hand slipping under his pants to palm him. His restraint snapped. Grabbing you by your waist and placing you on his lap. Your thighs on either side of his torso, pressing your core into his.

“Keep teasing me, lovely. I'll end up giving you twins.” He warned before kissing you again.

This one more hungry. More feral. Lips parting on instinct to welcome his tongue. It danced with yours, taking in your taste. A muffled moan escaping you at the feeling.

He reached down and tugged at your shirt. You begrudgingly pulled away to take it off. Reaching behind you to unclasp your bra while he reattached himself to your neck. Sucking dark bruises on your heated skin.

You couldn't help but grind down. His cock stimulating you through your pants. He let out a groan and quickly tugged off his own shirt. You never would get tired of this sight. His pale skin littered with scars. Face flushed a bright red from arousal. And his expression, always loving when he was looking at you. He had to be the prettiest man that ever lived.

You gasped at the feeling of his hand grabbing one of your breasts. Squeezing lightly before rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“These are gonna get bigger. So nice and full. So sensitive.” He said before taking it into his mouth. Pushing you up on his lap so your chest was smothering him.

You grasped at his hair, giving a tug and hearing him groan. You could feel the vibration on your perky bud. Giving a soft moan of your own. Heat traveled down to your cunt as he started suckling your nipple. As if willing you to start producing right now.

“You're gonna have to knock me up for that,” you panted out.

He gave a final suck before pulling away.

“That's the plan.”

He shifted on the couch so that he was lying down with you on top of him.

“Now be a good mommy and sit on my face.”

This time it was you whose face lit up with embarrassment. You were no stranger to letting Kite eat you out, but this was different. This felt more intense. If you weren't careful, you could suffocate him. Though with the way he started dragging you up from your thighs, it seemed he wouldn't mind going out that way.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Positive. You're giving me a baby. Let me worship you.” He assured, but he could still sense your hesitancy. So he made sure to hold your gaze when he spoke this time.

“I'm yours to use devotedly until you're satisfied.”

That was all the confirmation you needed. Tossing off your shorts and underwear before crawling up. Situating your bare cunt on his chest. He ended up grabbing you by your ass and pulling you up to his mouth. Your scent was alluring. God, he should've asked you to sit on his face ages ago. He tentatively liked a stripe from your hole to your clit. Hearing you let out a sweet sound.

All for him.

You were displayed perfectly for him.

He wasted no time diving in, gripping your thighs tightly. Pulling your cunt flush to his mouth. His tongue lapping at your hole with fervor. Your sweet taste infiltrating his senses.

You mewled from above him. Lightly grinding down onto his face. His nose brushing against your clit every now and then. The pressure quickly building up in your stomach. You threaded your fingers through his hair in an attempt to ground yourself. Body arching when his tongue reached deep inside you.

“Fuck!” You cursed.

In and out. Your slick sliding down his chin. And when he slid one hand between your legs to apply more pressure to your clit, you just about screamed. Rutting down with reckless abandon in the hopes to chase your high.

The man beneath you equally as much in shambles. Loving how you were riding his face. How you were using him for your own pleasure. He strained painfully in his pants. Lightly thrusting up into nothing. He couldn't wait to be inside you.

He could feel your hole pulsing around his tongue. You were so close. Your cries coming out more desperate. He rubbed faster circles on your clit. Angling his tongue up to reach your sweet spot. That seemed to do the trick.

You didn't have enough time to warn him you were coming. Your back arched while you threw your head back in a silent scream. The coil in your stomach snapping completely.

Kite eagerly slurped up your release while you came down. Your cum coating his taste buds completely. You were so good for him. So sweet.

When you finally caught your breath, you moved off of him. Sliding down until your hips rested on top of his. You took in his disheveled state. Eyes lidded. Hair mussed from your grip. The bottom half of his face wet with your slick.

You reached over and used your discarded shirt to clean him. Leaning down to give him a kiss when you were done. You could taste yourself on his lips, once again igniting the fire in your core.

“I love you.” You said against him.

He cupped the side of your face gently.

“I love you too. Are you ready?” He asked.

“More than ready."

You pulled down his pants along with his boxers, stripping him completely. His cock stood straight, red and throbbing at the tip. A bit of precum dribbling out. You reached up to grab his hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours and giving a light squeeze.

You angled yourself over him and slid down slowly. His cock impaling you inch by inch. The stretch was delicious. He let out a groan feeling the tightness of your walls constrict around him. You couldn't help but gasp when he finally bottomed out inside you.

The sensation felt more intense. More intimate knowing what would come out of this. Your body felt like it was on fire. Heat everywhere your skin grazed his. You lifted yourself up until only the tip was inside. Then you lowered your body down again, starting a slow and sensual pace.

You could feel every drag of his cock against your walls. Every twitch of his hips, subtly begging you for more. It was enough to make you dizzy with want. He was stretching you out so nicely. So full. Making sure your cunt remembered the shape of his cock.

The hand gripping yours tightened slightly. Kite couldn't help but admire you from below. Seeing your chest heave with effort at the slow pace you set. Your eyes closed while you felt him enter you again and again. And your face flushed with lust. You were absolutely ethereal. His hips lightly bucked up into yours.

More.

He needed more of you.

You let out a moan as he rutted up into you. Opening your eyes to catch him staring.

“Something the matter?” You asked.

“You're breathtaking.”

He was always so sweet with his words. The heat pooling in your stomach only increasing. You were a wreck above him and he still thought you were beautiful. You were sure there was no other man fit enough to be the father of your children.

You leaned down and kissed him softly. Addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours.

“So are you. My pretty boy.” you cooed.

You lifted yourself halfway off of him.

“Always knowing just what to say. I think you deserve a little reward.”

With that, you slammed your hips down. A groan of surprise leaving him. Your loving pace replaced by something feral. The sound of skin slapping seemed to echo in the room. The slickness of your previous releases running down his shaft. The coil in your stomach once again winding up tighter and tighter. You couldn't suppress your noises of pleasure anymore.

Kite had to grip your waist to ground himself. Your tight heat enveloping him over and over. He swore he saw stars when you ground yourself down on one particular thrust. And the way you were riding him, everything was tensing. Letting out whiny noises he didn't know he was capable of. Wanting desperately to fill you. To have you give him a kid.

The thought of you swollen and full, with your breasts big and plump, God he couldn't hold on anymore. He was gonna cum inside you. And then he was gonna do it again. Until your small little cunt couldn't take his seed anymore.

Until he'd bred you.

He used the hand on your waist as leverage to fuck into you. Bracing his knees and thrusting up to meet you halfway. He could feel your cunt start to flutter around him. His own cock throbbing within you, desperate for release.

“I'm-I’m cumming! With me! Ah! Cum with me!” You begged.

And who was he to deny to the future mother of his children? He felt you spasm around him the same time he allowed himself to fill you up. A warm sensation settling in your stomach as spurts of sticky seed coated your walls.

So much of it, you could feel your stomach start to bloat. But you wanted more. You needed more. Just until you were sure he got you pregnant.

And when you continued to ride him, Kite couldn't help but cry out at the overstimulation. His cum leaking down from your hole with every movement. Smearing on his cock and forming a white ring around it.

"Wanna keep going. Gotta make sure it takes.” You slurred. Mind dizzy with the thought of being full of him. Of riding him until you've drained him dry.

You started up a ruthless pace again. Slamming yourself down through the sensitivity. And despite his protests of ‘needing a minute,’ he hardened instantly inside you. Grabbing your hips with both hands this time and pulling you down flush against him. Making your hips grind in circles to build up his release again.

“One wasn't enough for you? You're so needy, love,” he teased.

You rolled your hips harder against his, desperate for any kind of friction.

“You make me needy. Making me want your babies.” You struggled against his grip.

“Now let me fuck you. Wanna feel you cum again,” you whined.

He decided to do you one better and lifted you up himself. Only to pull you back down again. Moving you at the pace he wanted. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his chest. Letting him take control of the positions. This time he was using you to chase his high. Manhandling you on his cock until you were crying at the overstimulation.

Body shaking as he angled himself right against your sweet spot. Your cunt gushing around him while he continued to use your body. The sound of your slick filling the space. A sticky puddle forming between you. With a few more thrust, he was cumming inside you. You mewled at the sensation of being filled again.

So full. You felt so full. And still you wanted more.

With Kite's grip lax around your waist, you started moving again. Riding him slowly and hearing him let out a hiss. The pleasure was becoming too much for him. For both of you. You decided this would be it for tonight. It didn't take long for you to be right at the edge, urging your partner to look at you.

“Give me one more. Just one more.” You promised.

He gave a small nod. Cupping your face and bringing you down for another kiss. Resting your forehead against his while you continued moving. No longer separating from each other. Instead giving small thrust and grinding into him. Your body feeling like it was ablaze when you sheathed him completely inside and climaxed.

This one the most intense for both of you.

Kite came one last time. Vision blanking out and going white. His body felt weightless, even with you still on top of him. Little by little his sight returned to him. The feeling of you still lightly moving your hips hit him first. Trying to ride out the last of your release. Then the sight of your bloated stomach. How much had he emptied into you? Finally he felt you collapse on top of him, completely satisfied and panting out heavily.

You raised your head to look up at him, catching his gaze. All at once your expressions melted. Staring lovingly at one another. But the silence was quickly broken.

“Pick a number between one and- OH MY GOD!”

The two of you scrambled up. Kite quickly pulling you towards him in an attempt to cover you. Frantically searching the living room for the intruder while he shielded your body. Then you caught sight of something hovering over his shoulder.

A familiar clown who looked horrified at the moment.

"You did not just summon Crazy Slots." You said in disbelief.

“Huh?” Kite quickly looked to his left.

Sure enough, the little clown had been summoned. His face reddened impossibly more. How could he have- The realization hit him then. He must've been so overwhelmed with pleasure that his body's response was to lash out. Losing complete control over his nen. He felt like such an idiot.

Crazy Slots seemed to overcome his shock. Only to precede to look you up and down. Was he getting a nose bleed????

You raised your arms to cover your chest.

"Mmm I'm enjoying the view. Normally I hate it when you summon me, but it seems I've been rewarded." The little clown commented.

Your mouth opened in shock. The little shit. You felt Kite pull you closer to him, glaring at his ability.

"Mine! So get lost!" He ordered. At last recovering from his embarrassment and unsummoning the little clown. He vanished with a 'poof,' leaving the two of you by yourselves.

Kite hid his face in your neck.

“I can't believe I….” He started.

“It's okay. It was an accident.” You reassured.

“Right after we…” He continued.

“It's okay. It was a knee jerk response. Besides, it was pretty funny.”

“It’s humiliating.”

You gave a small laugh. Separating yourself from him to cup his face. Making him look you in the eye.

“Let's go get washed up, you baby.”

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Bonus~

You laid down on your side after a long day. It was getting harder and harder for you to be on your feet. From behind you, you could feel Kite slip into bed. Wrapping his arms around you in a spooning position.

One hand resting lovingly over your bump.

"I'm hoping it's a boy." you said quietly.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"Yeah. I think you'd have fun teaching him everything you know. Plus he'd get along with my other two little monsters."

You snuggled further into him, eyelids becoming heavy with sleep.

"And if it's a girl?" He asked.

"I'm sure she'd have everything she's ever wanted. She'd have you wrapped around her little finger, you know?”

He gave a small hum of agreement. Cuddling into your neck and slowly drifting off.

“I'm fine with either. Boy or girl? It doesn't matter. I'm sure we'll love them either way.” He whispered against your skin.

The two of you falling asleep in peace. Content with how your future would play out.

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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Finally

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Spy!Reader

Plot: Bucky and you have a hard time staying away from each other. And though you try to push him away, every time he finds you again, the universe finds a new way to pull you apart.

Warnings: 18+. Smut, fluff and angst.

Words: 9,1OO

A/N: Recently I’ve been trying to understand what it is people want to read of my works and I have no idea, so here is my brain in scrambled pieces. I'm so sorry it’s so long, I swear it's worth it!

Romania.

It isn’t often you agree to such an extensive trip to meet up with one of your clients, but apparently this particular one can’t be seen in the more supervised countries. Besides, you’ve never been to Bucharest before, so you’re quite enjoying your drink at the small picturesque café.

You’ve done your research and know damn well who you’re meeting up with. A small part of you is screaming at you not to agree to do business with him or back out now, but your curiosity overrules any common sense. Last you heard, Hydra had lost their favourite asset and you can confidently say you were relieved to hear it. It had been a few too many times that specific organisation had made your job more difficult than it had to be.

A many number of things could have happened to the Winter Soldier. He could’ve been killed, corrupted by another organisation, fled to live as a hermit– You really want to know. It’s the spy in you that enjoys knowing the ins and outs of the criminal world. He’d tried not to mention who he is, but you had a few offers on the table, he needed some leverage to get you to agree to meet him. Safe to say, you were surprised he’d told you he was the Winter Soldier. Big chance you will now be the only person to know about the asset’s current whereabouts. That is, if you live to tell it of course…

Every hair in your neck stands up straight, despite the comfortable weather and the easy going crowd roaming the street. The sudden change in atmosphere has your spy senses stand on alert. Your spine stiffens and you casually look around, slightly discouraged at the way your body has never responded to anything in this particular manner.

You cross your legs and turn to look behind you, scanning every face in the crowd. When you turn back, the seat next to yours is taken, only a rickety metal table separating you from the large man sat in the other chair. Your breath halts in your throat and you look him up and down, instantly recognising the buff man as the Winter Soldier. How? You’re not sure, you’d never really seen a picture.

You check his hands. Gloves. With this weather? To cover up. You check his build and take a particularly long time to do so, because God, this man is broad. He’s all sturdy flesh and muscle, firm and casual. His thighs look like tree trunks and you know the man is fast, despite his build. You force the deliberate sweep of your eyes over his body to appear more nonchalant and confident than you feel.

Then your eyes reach his face and the breath gets knocked out of you. There is nothing in that face that hints towards a stone cold killer. Dark blue, deep set eyes, freckles pattered over his nose and cheeks, lips bitten raw from contemplation and an expression on his face that almost looks like… Nerves?

“Hello,” you start carefully, unable to keep your surprise from your tone, but sounding relatively cool to your own relief.

“Hi,” he says and the tone of his voice is deep, but rough, like he hasn’t spoken in ages. You think that maybe he hasn’t.

“Should I refer to you as the Winter Soldier?” you ask, composing your cool nature entirely now. “Or would you say that is a bit on the nose?”

He huffs a laugh and you smile, feeling the overwhelming urge to make him do that again. “James will do, thanks.”

“Alright James,” you say, taking your time to let your mouth get acquainted with his name, “what is it you need my services for?”

“I hear you’re a spy,” he starts and searches your face. “A good one– the best one.”

“Well now, I’d hate to disappoint,” you purr. “What do you need?”

“It’s not so much a document or one piece of information,” he mumbles and his face hardens as he collects himself. You sit upright and frown as you study him. “I need you as a partner for an assignment.”

You instantly shake your head, “Absolutely not. I’m not working for Hydra, that organisation is–”

“Not Hydra,” he quickly cuts in. “Just me. It’s a personal assignment.”

You wait for him to continue, not appreciating his vague communication if he wants to become partners on whatever this is.

He sighs, “I– I have a lot of… gaps. Things I don’t remember, things I can’t quite place. Years of information. The things I did for Hydra– I wasn’t there for most of it. Neither were a lot of people. So I need someone with access to some dark shit to help me figure it out.”

Chewing your lip, you process the information he gives you and empathy clenches your heart together. James gives you the time you need to put the pieces together. You’d heard of Hydra’s experiments with brainwashing and had already sort of assumed some of their soldiers had only worked for them because of that reason, had stayed far away from the organisation’s shit to steer clear from that danger.

But it’s so different to see it in real life, or what is left of it, you suppose. Many things aren’t quite clear to you just yet. However, you slowly start nodding your head. Your brain starts running a million miles an hour, all the gears turning to form a plan, the way you always do before you agree to a job.

“Can you pay me for the service?” you ask, already wondering to yourself if you’d help the clearly hopeless and damaged man for free, and to be honest, just for kicks. The things you’d dig up from everything he’ll give you– Selfishly, you’d kill for it. Anyone would kill for it.

He gives you a tight-lipped, apologetic smile, “Not that much. But I can save up more.”

You think. Your gut tells you he won’t kill you after he gets what he wants, even though he could. And though you will always keep a close eye on him and everything he’s capable of, your gut feeling has never disappointed you.

So you sigh and shake your head. “That’s okay. I’ll do all of it for free, and you can pay me what little you have to insure that I stay quiet. Sound fair?”

His eyes narrow with a twinkle that you hadn’t expected from a man like him and he says, “Deal.”

“Alright,” you say and finish your coffee before clearing your throat. “First order of business: tell me your full name.”

He shakes his head with a faint smile, “James Buchanan Barnes.”

Oh shit.

You do know him.

Germany.

Relief seeps into your bones as you cross the threshold of your building and you slip into your routine of coming home. Tired feet drag you through your building and to your apartment, and muscle memory unlocks your door. After the week you’ve had, you are ready to turn off your brain and settle down.

You enjoy being this tired though, revel in it. Exhausting yourself with a normal person job and the way it puts your usually restless body to sleep at night is exactly what you wanted for your life.

One step into your own hallway, however, makes your daydream of a quiet night in crumble to your feet. Something is off. You can blame your trained senses for being so instantly on edge, but the apartment you just stepped into isn’t a place that has been vacated for the past nine hours. This apartment isn’t empty.

An even older routine settles into your bones this time and you creep into your home on light feet. The air is warm and the space is completely quiet. You’ve been alive long enough, seen enough, to know quiet is never good.

You don’t turn on any lights and let your eyes adjust to the dark. Ears perked and muscles at the ready to spring into action, you slowly make your way further into your home. And when you slip around the corner and look into your darkened living room, you let out a frustrated sigh at the dark figure lounging on your couch.

“How did you find me here,” you grumble and it is hardly a question.

You can feel him sit up and tune in to your presence. You couldn’t explain it if your life depended on it, but you instantly knew who it was. The dark figure in the dark apartment, waiting patiently for someone to catch him. After all, he will deny it until his dying day, but he does have an awful lot of dramatic flair for someone so stoic.

“Better question is: why are you here?” he counters and you drop your bag onto one of your dining chairs, shooting him an unimpressed glare. “Trying to stay off the radar, are you?”

“And failing, clearly,” you say before he can say it for you. “How did you find me here, James?”

Your eyes are finally fully adjusted and you see the smirk forming on his face. You haven’t seen that smirk in five years. “I have my ways,” he says and pushes off the couch, adjusting his leather jacket. “Now, what are you doing in this abandoned town?”

“It’s not abandoned,” you counter and slip off your coat, deciding to just go about your old routine and ignore his presence as much as you can. Maybe then he’ll go away.

“It’s a shit town and you know it.” He cocks his head at you, eyes tracking all of your movements.

You notice his puzzled look. He’s genuinely wondering what is left of his old ally and you can’t quite blame him. Perhaps he can easily see your lame attempt at finding a normal life for yourself. He has probably tried a thousand times himself to escape the roaring life of saving the world, has probably failed every time, too. But you’re determined to make it work – make yourself normal and live a full life.

And that is all you were to him anyway, just an ally. The entire time, you’d felt that he paid a little too much attention to you, but you supplied critical information and occasionally wiped someone off the map. A spy. Nothing more, nothing less. However, for the infamous Winter Soldier to need your alliance again, you cannot help but feel wary.

After the first time he approached you, you’d spent months together. It was an effort not to grow too close – too much effort. Because you had. It was impossible not to, helping someone literally piece their life together through intimate and awful memories. Digging through protective walls and coping mechanisms to help him rebuild some of his life again. With a lot of reluctance from both of you.

Yes, you’d grown close then. Grown close enough that you fell asleep slumped over the kitchen counter in his awful Romanian apartment, your face sticking to the countless research papers. You’d woken up hours later on his poorly constructed bed on the floor with a blanket thrown over your frame. Close enough that you’d eventually asked him to assist you on your missions. Ones that required a different skillset than your own. Close enough that you cooked for each other, sometimes shared clothes, roasted one another for the mental health issues that lead you both to your current occupations.

After a while, you couldn’t describe your relation to Barnes in any other way than a partnership. Partners. Who had kissed once. Maybe twice. After some bad Vodka.

You sigh and turn to him, “Why are you here, James?”

“I need to lay low for a while.” A wider smirk, his eyes narrowing at you. “I remembered I know someone who is very good at that.”

“Careful,” you warn and roll your eyes. “You just gave me a compliment.”

His smirk turns to a smile and he shrugs off his own jacket, instantly making himself at home in your apartment. A strange thing when it comes to Bucky, since you don’t recall that man feeling at home anywhere. Then, he did always have this incessant cocky streak around you and he is awfully good at getting on your nerves, so he probably sees the perfect opportunity to be a pain in the ass.

“If you so much as sneeze on anything, I swear–”

“Yeah, yeah,” he cuts in, his tone unimpressed. “You’ll skin me alive. You’re always so weird about your stuff.”

You give him a tiny proud smile and decide to make yourself something quick to eat, only to feel him peer at you from the edge of your kitchen. He’s met with a confused frown before you raise your brows at him to make him spit it out.

“What’s the catch?” he asks warily.

You smile and look down at the sandwich you’re making. “Nothing. Just fix your shit and get out of my hair as quickly as possible.”

He winces slightly and you turn to him fully now, slowly taking a bite.

“What.”

Bucky sucks in a short breath and gives you an apologetic look before he speaks, “It might be a while…”

Your brows drop, “What did you do?”

“Nothing, I–”

“Bucky.” You cut him another look, one shaped by many, many instances of working together. “What. Did. You. Do.”

“It’s not important. I’ll make it quick, I promise.”

You open your mouth to continue arguing with him, but decide against it, already done with his shit. Yes, he is doing better and supposedly now qualifies as a good person. But you know the man before you and the soldier cannot stop himself from lying about pretty much everything. He has damaged tendencies. Give him an inch and he will take a mile, show him a weakness and he will exploit it. You genuinely think he doesn’t know how to be different, how to not abuse those effortless skills he trained all those years working for Hydra and surviving it.

“It’s my weekend off,” you tell him instead. “If you get between me and my plans, I will change the locks.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “You think I can’t get through a simple lock?”

Another glare is his answer and he raises his hands in surrender. You walk around him and toe off your own shoes, grabbing everything to take a shower as you shove the rest of your sandwich in your mouth. Bucky slowly strolls through your place and examines everything that belongs to you.

“Can you not pretend like you haven’t completely scanned the place already before I got home?” you ask him as you make way for the bathroom.

“It can’t hurt to have a second look,” he mumbles, but you have already closed the door and move take the shower you’ve been looking forward to the entire day.

You should probably work harder to get him out, should probably make an escape plan and move somewhere else. But you know arguing with him is futile and the best approach with him is to patiently wait for him to move on. Bucky doesn’t get attached and doesn’t nest, so he’ll be gone soon enough.

As the scalding water trickles down your scalp and spine, you realise how much more alert you should have been when you noticed someone was in your home. Especially with all of those loose ends and enemies you have scattered across this planet (and others). Yet, somehow you think your body knew it was Bucky waiting for you. After all, it isn’t the first time he’s pulled this shit, waiting up for you. Usually because you kept something from him, he found out and would start ambushing you to fess up.

And even though technically, you haven’t exactly kept anything from him this time, you can’t ignore the dreadful feeling that explaining your current situation will be the hardest thing to ever speak up about. How pathetic, to try and live a normal life when you’re ‘extraordinary’. Ugh, you hate that word. You’re trained well and you refuse to be anything but good at what you put your mind at.

Now, Bucky. He is extraordinary. He has potential to make a difference. You have always felt that. Hated working with him because of that. Not because of him – he never made you feel less than him at all. But–

The water turns cold and you groan audibly, time having slipped away from you as you got lost in thought. Stepping out and drying yourself off, you get ready to walk out of the bathroom. You’re met with Bucky sitting on your couch, reading one of your books.

“Let me guess, warm water’s gone?” he asks, not looking up from the book.

You walk to your bedroom and shrug, “Cold showers are good for you, I heard.”

“I suppose I’ll take the couch then?” he asks, finally looking up from the book.

You turn back and peek through your doorway at him. “You can take the floor if that’s more comfortable for you.”

“We’ve shared a bed before.”

“Not by choice.”

He smirks, “You liked it.”

“You snore.”

“Sleep tight, sweetheart.” He grins at you.

You make to get to bed when you pause and turn back to him once more with a slight frown. “Why are you so cheerful? Aren’t there people after you?”

“Well,” he says, casual as always, “these may very well be my last days, so I might as well be in a good mood.”

You find yourself swallowing hard and desperately search his face for any intel on how true his statement is, without giving away that you might just care a little bit about his well-being. But his grin stays firm in place and he raises his brows in wait for you to call it a night.

Without another word, you close the door between you and crawl into your comfortable bed. And you wonder why it is that you can’t quite get comfortable this time.

…

A powerful jolt rips through your body as you lift out of layers of sleep. You’re too tired for whatever made you wake up so suddenly. It’s too goddamn late for this shit.

But as you gain more and more of your consciousness, your senses start perking up and you realise you might very well be in danger. The gentle and calm voice calling your name with a warm stroke of a hand down your arm, confirms that for you. That specific type of calm in Bucky’s voice sends your body into overdrive.

“We’ve got to go, sweetheart,” he murmurs and is already throwing clothes onto your bed. “Now.”

You sit up and rub your eyes and it dawns on you after a week of Bucky staying at your place. This man wasn’t going to leave you until he got chased out of your apartment. And that day has come.

“Bucky,” you start with a hoarse voice as you climb out of your warm bed and quickly throw on the clothes he picked for you, “who the fuck is after you?”

He takes his time to answer, pulling two fully packed backpacks from the corner of your room that you surprisingly didn’t know he hid there. Oh, this man is going to get an ear full about this bullshit.

“Some weird underground cartel that deals in tech or something,” he grumbles and throws you a pack. You are nearly too slow to catch it before you sling it onto your back. You gape at him after his answer and his face stays solemn as he pushes a hand gun into your hands. “Let’s go.”

“Bucky.”

He stops and turns to you fully. “It’s bad, okay? I’ll tell you later.”

“No. Tell me now.”

He groans out your name, peeking outside while he impatiently chews on his lip. “Don’t do this right now. You can be pissed at me later!”

“I will be pissed at you now,” you seethe, “and later. How about that?!”

He sighs and then grabs your arm, giving you a boyish grin before shooting two bullets through your window, breaking the glass, slinging an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him and jumping out of the fucking window with you clinging to him. It’s only when you fly about five stories down, that you realise the two of you are attached to a bungee rope that eases your descent. His feet touch the ground first, yours following. He cuts the rope and grabs your hand before he starts running towards the parking lot beneath your building.

“Bucky, you piece of shit!” you yell at him as you run, hearing the faint sound of gun fire behind you over the sound of your ragged breathing.

“I’ll make it up to you!” he simply yells back.

You can hear the smile in his voice. And the worst thing? You feel yourself smiling as well when you realise how easily you’ve slipped back into being his partner in crime.

…

Bucky checks one more time, his gleaming metal hand pulling the sheer curtain aside to peer out onto the dark streets. You hear some shouting coming from outside and still feel your heart pounding, even when you know you have definitely outrun those people coming after you. You hate how out of practice you are. And how much you missed the adrenaline of being on the run with Bucky.

He turns back to you and finds you with your arms crossed, glaring at him. Oh, you know the perfect way to let out this adrenaline. There might be actual steam coming out of your ears.

Bucky cringes and slowly strolls over, already reaching out his hands to use his irresistible charm on you. Like the time he dropped the cake you made one afternoon and tried to make it up to you. Or that time he left some very important documents in one of the buildings he set on fire. Or the time he accidentally deleted your recordings off the TV when you had been looking forward to watching the next episode for two weeks.

However, your burning eyes stop him dead in his tracks and he opens his mouth to say something, then decides against it and closes his mouth again. A second later, he tries again, “Okay. Give it to me.”

You give him a satisfied, albeit sadistic smile, at his willingness to take your scolding and then, you start yelling. You have no idea what words specifically are rolling off your tongue, but your speech starts somewhere during that first meeting in Bucharest, drifts to your entire time together as partners, how you drifted apart, only for him to show up whenever he pleased, and you continue to how he stood at your door a little over a week ago, to him terrorising your happy little life in Germany… To now.

Your voice rises with every instance you tell him about, fire burning in your core and hands flailing to give your story that much more power (even though you couldn’t stop your conviction if you tried). As the grin on his face grows through your rambling, a metal hand pressing to his lips to stop it from showing too much, you burn even brighter with fury.

Then you stop, breathing heavily. You give him a withering look to get him to start speaking up, because let’s be honest, all the two of you really needed was only just a look.

His shoulders slowly stop shaking and he drops his hand, eyes sparkling like a glass of Prosecco in the light. Devious asshole. “I just– I haven’t seen you this alive in a while. It looks fantastic on you.”

You gape at him like a fish and you wonder if the warmth in your face still belongs to your anger. Though you fear it belongs to quite the opposite. Either way, this man certainly knows how to make you passionate. And you realise he knows what you have been trying to do with your fake little life here in Germany.

“I don’t think you–”

“I’m sorry,” he says and steps forward, his large hands cupping your face as he looks down at you with earnest eyes. “I’m sorry for making your life so goddamn miserable. So tell me how to make it up to you.”

And for all the world, you can tell he means it. Can tell that he will do anything to make it up to you. You can almost feel the squeeze of pain in your own heart when you see the disappointment in his eyes after he realises you didn’t enjoy this as much as he had.

But the worst part is, is that you did. You’ve never felt more alive than with him. Never felt more like you. You wouldn’t necessarily call him an adventurer, maybe he is just a magnet for trouble. But whenever you’re with Bucky, you’ll drop anything for him and you’ll burn like an inferno doing so. He makes you into the best version of yourself and he makes you love the parts about yourself that you have been conditioned to feel guilty about.

You sigh, “I don’t know. Never mind.”

He doesn’t let go though and searches your eyes, his own narrowing in suspicion. “I’m going to make it up to you, you know.”

You cross your arms and give him an unimpressed look. “Yeah? How?”

He smirks and your knees weaken. “I could kiss it better.”

“Shameless flirt,” you huff and roll your eyes as an excuse to break his intense stare on you.

“You’re just too proud to admit that my kisses would make you forgive me,” he prods and your eyes snap back to his. He’s right, that is pride surging in your chest to lunge at him.

“You’ve grown too cocky for your own good,” you sneer at him.

“You like it.”

“I assure you, I don’t.”

“Liar.”

“Manipulator.”

He feigns hurt, “Ouch.”

You huff a laugh with a roll of your eyes, “Such a fragile ego.”

He smirks again and you swallow as you fight to look at his lips. So close to your own. “Now you have to kiss me for forgiveness.”

You can’t help but truly laugh this time, your face still safely tucked in his palms and his brows raise with intrigue at the sound of your laughter.

You tell him, “You are so full of shit.”

His smile fades, his eyes large with earnest and all of a sudden, it’s the man standing before you that sat next to you in that Romanian café. Stripped down, bare, rough, and perhaps a bit vulnerable.

“Let me kiss you,” he says in merely a whisper now.

You fight for your life not to falter to that genuine request and the way he said it. “It won’t make me forgive you,” you say softly, but barely hear your own voice over the increased pounding of your heart in your throat.

“I don’t care,” he murmurs. “Just want to kiss you.”

He doesn’t wait for your permission either, because quite frankly, you most likely gave him a look of permission instantly at that request. His soft lips slot over yours and you could’ve never predicted the depraved moan that resounded in the back of your throat as your mouths meet. Your hands instantly slip into his hair as Bucky’s hands slide around your waist to pull you closer, fingers digging into your flesh possessively.

The kiss deepens when his tongue meets yours and he lets out a groan of his own, a sound so addicting that you instinctively tug on his hair to hear it again. The laugh against your lips is rough as he hauls you closer and changes the kiss. Something more desperate and impatient. Something hot and sweaty and slightly messy. You might be walking as Bucky finds something to press you up against or lay you down on, and you almost squawk in surprise as you fall back onto the double, motel bed.

Though before you can say anything else, Bucky is on you again, his mouth demanding and greedy against yours. His hands feel and grab and squeeze every inch of you and you grind your hips upward for his weight. You want his heaviness between your hips and on your stomach and against your chest.

Growing impatient, convinced that Bucky’s brain might no longer be working, you lock your ankles around his hips and pull him down between your legs, sighing a groan of relief at the feeling of him tucked against you so warmly.

“God dammit,” he grunts and gives one luxurious roll of his hips against yours, making you whine as your pulse hammers down in your core.

His mouth grazes against your neck now and you can hardly breathe, panting as if you’ve run a marathon. The pressure between your hips leaves as he moves further down and you buck your hips at the ache he leaves.

“Bucky,” you whimper and look down, heart slamming in your throat at the sight of him. He messily yet gently makes his way down your body. Hands roughly pushing up your shirt as his lips find the plane of your stomach, kissing from your bra, down to your hips that you can’t seem to keep still.

Your body feels so heavy, yet so light without him on top of you and you can’t remember any moment before this kiss. Before five minutes ago. Everything is solidified. Your entire history with him. And Bucky presses a kiss just below your navel that confirms that feeling, his hands peeling off your jeans. That is until he speaks.

“Listen to me,” he orders and you freeze at the sound of him. He’s only sounded like that during missions where either of you might die. So serious and detrimental. “Don’t ever try to build a life without me again.”

“Bucky–”

“No,” he snaps and you close your mouth. “Don’t ever pretend like we don’t exist. Like you and I aren’t supposed to do this shit together, like you are better off without me, like I am better off without you. That’s bullshit.” You give him a questioning look. Where is this coming from? “I’m going to kiss you and you are going to forgive me. And then I am going to kiss you some more.”

He waits then. For you to answer, to process what it is he is saying exactly. It’s a lot of words with a lot of meaning, yet you’re not sure if this is the declaration you didn’t know you were waiting for.

So you speak from your gut and let out a breath, “Finally.”

Bucky smiles at that and surges upward, clearly happy with that intuitive answer. His lips claim yours once again and then you feel his fingers inching up your thigh.

You whine softly against his lips and you feel him smile as his fingers reach your drenched core. Two fingers slip through your folds to explore your wetness and Bucky drops his head into the crook of you neck.

“Finally indeed,” he breathes and slips his middle finger into you, making you whimper and buck your hips.

The stretch against your swollen walls sends an ache through your abdomen that cries out for more. You cannot explain the desperation to have him, to have every empty pit of you filled with his essence. His finger curls up and you throw your head back, making Bucky raise his own head to look at you.

“There?”

You nod frantically and Bucky pushes in another finger, making you tense up around him. He curls that one too and you don’t recognise the sound spilling from your lips. You’re already so fucking full.

As Bucky teasingly darts his thumb over your swollen clit, he traces his tongue over your mouth and you gasp for air at the sensation.

“Bucky, fuck!” you cry and he pushes his mouth to yours in a claiming kiss, his fingers moving faster as his thumb rotates over your clit. You can barely kiss him back, overtaken by pleasure as he pumps his fingers over and over until you can hear your wetness surround his sinful digits.

It is by far the hottest thing you have ever experienced. So much time has passed and now this beast of a man who tries everything to make you blush with his flirty persona, is bent over you with his fingers peeling your pleasure to the surface like his own fucking release depends on it.

His chest is heaving from watching you, brows pulled together, eyes dark as they rake over you hungrily, muscles flexing as his hand disappears between your legs.

His leg slips beneath your knee and pulls your leg up to finger you in a different angle and your nails bury themselves in the muscles of Bucky’s neck, abdomen flexing at the wave of pleasure that courses through you. “More. Oh my God, more!”

“I know, I can feel it,” he grunts and slows his fingers. “But I’ve waited ages for this. I refuse to let it be over so soon.”

Your brain is nothing but cinders and you shake your head violently, “No! No, please. You can have everything, just let me come. Please.”

Bucky pecks your lips. Once. Twice.

“You want to come all over my hand, pretty girl?” he murmurs in your ear and you can only gasp at the press of his fingers against your spot. “Can I lick you up after?”

You clench around him like a vice, his low voice making you drip onto his palm, his words incinerating what is left of your pride. You can only nod, so you do. And his hand starts moving again. Faster, deeper, more thorough. You keep nodding, your moans raising, your pleasure retreating like a snake ready to strike. Oh God, oh God, oh God–

“Come.”

Your hips fly to the ceiling when you come, thighs trembling and closing around his hand. Bucky keeps moving and thrusting and curling until he has wrung all of your pleasure from your body and you feel like you’re made of jelly. Your voice is hoarse from yelling your release and the sheets below are drenched with your desire.

Soft kisses are pressed to your face and that is how you return from whatever plane of existence you went to. His gentle laugh makes you shiver and you open your eyes to find him licking his fingers like there is caramel dripping from them. You swallow hard and zero in on that action, making his eyes sparkle.

But something changes when you reach up to stroke his hair and his eyes flutter. Your eyes rove over his face in admiration and your entire soul sighs at the sight of him. Bucky looks down at you curiously and cocks his head.

“What is it?” he asks and you chew your lip, trying to find the words.

“You and me, huh?” you murmur with something like wonder in your voice. Bucky can only nod. You continue, “Who would’ve thought…”

Bucky leans down and kisses you. Soft, slow, deep. It makes your body sing. And he shuffles back to make himself at home between your legs. Though as he does that, he remains his focus on kissing you. Deeper, more, desperate. Depraved. He moans and breathes and you swear you hear him whimper, his hips grinding over your oversensitive cunt as he gets lost in kissing you.

Raking your nails over his scalp, you once again wrap your legs around his hips and pull him down. And if Bucky hadn’t snapped his leash just yet, this does it. He turns wild and passionate and heavy. One hand of his and one hand of your own both reach down, messily working together to get rid of his jeans. He shimmies out of them, not bothering to get rid of them entirely, but bothering to at least take off his shirt.

Your fingers drag down his pecs and abdomen, trying to memorise every curve and edge with what little brain capacity you have left. You feel like no more than a flame, no more than passion and want and need. And when Bucky slides his bare cock through your folds to slicken himself, you shudder so violently, your breath shudders with it.

“Woman, you are going to kill me,” he breathes and nips at your lips.

You almost growl with impatience, “Then fuck me and die already.”

He laughs, bold and happy, before thrusting into you in a long stroke. Home. Oh fuck, he’s home. Both of you freeze, taking in the moment of being fused together before he slowly pulls out and out and out. And sliding back in with an agonizing thrust.

Something in you clicks. Something so vital, so necessary. And Bucky feels it too.

“Yes,” he groans and presses another kiss to your lips, like he can’t get enough. “This is it.”

You nod and close your eyes in pleasure. In relief. You shudder with emotion and clamp onto him. Bucky keeps pressing kisses to your skin. Your neck, your lips, your cheek, temple, forehead.

“This is it,” you choke out and Bucky smiles. “You’re it.”

Bucky breathes a sigh, as if he’s been waiting ages for you to admit it. “Finally.”

Infinity War.

Biting your lip and bouncing your leg, you try to let the rumble of the swift jet calm your nerves. Your eyes search the cabin and go over the confusing screens for the thousandth time.

“Nervous?” Natasha’s sensual voice sounds next to you and you force a smile.

“Why would I be nervous?” you ask and smirk at her. “We’re only stepping into a war with the probability of us winning being like…” Zero? Less than zero? You sigh, “I don’t want to think about that.”

She bites back her own smirk and raises her eyebrows. “Wasn’t talking about the war. Are you nervous about seeing him?”

Bucky.

You glare at her after quickly glancing around to see if anyone heard her, making Natasha try even harder to hold back a smile.

Yes, you were nervous to see him. So much had happened. So many aspects of your spy work had suddenly intermingled and now you are fighting along with the Avengers. Even after you were sure they had torn themselves apart over Bucky. Being caught in the middle of that had put you and Bucky’s relationship –if you could even call it that– so far to the back of both your minds, you barely had time to mention it to anyone until Steve shipped him off to Wakanda to get some real help.

You and Bucky were over before it even started and you think that maybe it’s for the better. Neither you nor Bucky are any good at that relationship shit anyway. It showed over and over.

Luckily enough, you’d found plenty of distraction being on the run with Sam, Natasha and Steve. No Bucky in sight, but knowing he was safe and taken care of. Private mission after mission with other people you cared about, people who didn’t know about you and Bucky, one of them eager to forget about Bucky himself.

You barely gave it any thought.

Except you thought of Bucky every day.

And now you get to see him again. However, if any time would make you reconsider any commitment at all, it would be now.

“No,” you answer and then turn serious. “I mean, I was. But now I’m just preparing myself for either grief, or death.”

“Are those our only options?” she asks with a displeased frown. “Why not prepare for victory or somethin’?”

Giving her a long and hard stare, you sigh deeply. “Yeah. You’re right. If I die, I might as well die hopeful.”

“That’s my girl,” she grins and you bump her shoulder with yours, finding your own smile breaking through.

That’s when Steve gives Sam the coordinates to fly through a barrier and show you the hidden – and beautiful – kingdom of Wakanda. So you ignore every jittery feeling you have in your stomach at possibly seeing Barnes again, and you channel it all into hope.

…

Natasha strokes her hand over your shoulder as you walk up to king T’Challa, who’s flanked by his closest guard and a palace that screams to get you on your knees to worship. You barely hear the conversation the king has with Steve, partly because you’re still in awe of the beautiful place around you.

Now this, this is a refuge.

“How are we lookin’?” Natasha asks from next to you and that’s when you start to pay attention. You’d need a hell of a lot of man-power to win this.

“You will have my Kings Guard,” T’Challa starts, “the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and…”

“A semi-stable hundred-year-old man,” finishes a voice that makes your entire system dysregulate. Oh God, it’s been so long since you’ve heard the warm timber of that voice.

You notice your hands have started shaking and clutch them behind your back, squeezing courage out of them to face your past, as Bucky Barnes walks up to hug Captain America.

“How’ve you been, Buck?” Steve asks and Bucky answers with a heart-stopping smile.

“Uh, not bad,” he answers, “for the end of the world.”

They share another warm look before Steve turns to everyone behind him and then to the king, “Should we prepare?”

A few minutes later, you’re following the king inside with all of his closest guards and your own team, which now includes Bucky. Focusing your eyes on everything around you, you barely notice the large hand slipping around your elbow and pulling you into another hallway.

You know better than to scream for help and you use the momentum to swing the person around and pin them to the nearest wall with a knife to their throat. But the air rushes from you when you stand face to face with Bucky.

“There she is,” he grins and slowly raises his hands in surrender.

You back away slowly and look at him like a gaping fish, your insides pounding and swirling and thrashing as your body heats with adrenaline. It’s him, it’s him, it’s him.

“New arm?” you ask him, your voice coming out surprisingly steady, and he glances at the appendage, flexing his hand between your faces.

“Yeah, you like it?” he asks and he almost sounds like a young boy, genuinely interested in what you think of it, of him.

And you calm. Everything inside of you settles and the heat turns to warmth. Your insides seem to melt with relief and you throw your arms around his neck, almost tipping over until Bucky’s arms automatically slide around your waist to pull your pliant body tightly against his. He’s so big and strong and warm.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he laughs softly and one hand starts to stroke your hair gently as you huff out a sob into his neck. “Oh, sweet girl. You’ve never been sad to see me before.”

You finally pull back and cup his face as he lets you survey him closely, him grinning widely at the worry in your every feature. You breathe, “You’re good. You’re safe.”

He nods and takes your hands, pressing a kiss to your palm. “So are you,” he whispers and you nod.

“Not for long,” you add, deflated.

He gives you a sad smile. “Now, who would we be if we didn’t go down fighting, hm?”

You smile slightly at that. “Back on the same team.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips and the planet stops turning.

“Finally.”

The Blip.

Another knock sounds and you roll your eyes, throwing on a quick cardigan as you hop over to your door. Unusual, for your quiet, lonely evenings to get interrupted like this. You’re ready to cash in what you can only assume is some complaining neighbour or your awful land lord when you open the door and are met with a familiar face that makes your heart squeeze together.

“Steve,” you breathe.

“Hey.”

You step aside to let him in and take a deep breath.

“Want something to drink?” you ask as you close the door behind him and let him venture into your home. Or, whatever you have tried to turn into your home. It had never been more than the latest home trends and some empty picture frames.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how I found you?” he asks and you get a feeling of déjà vu.

But you shake your head with a forced smile, “I left a trace for Natasha to track for emergencies. I know how you found me.” You give him a pointed look and Steve actually has the decency to look slightly apologetic.

That look tells you enough about how much of an emergency this is and you wonder what prompted Natasha to decipher your code and hand your location to the Captain. Maybe he was the one breaking and could use a familiar face. Maybe something turned him awfully worried about you. Maybe-

No.

“Aren’t you mad that Natasha told me?” he asks unsurely and you give him a tight-lipped smile, taking a seat in one of your dining table chairs and ushering for him to do so as well.

“Would you believe me if I said that it’s actually quite nice to see a familiar face after five pretty lonely years?” you refute and he gives you a warm smile.

“It’s good to see you, too, Kid.”

A comfortable silence settles between you two and you fidget with your hands, staring at them intently before raising your face back to Steve. “Why are you here, Cap?”

He lets out a long sigh. “Ever since the Blip,” he starts and you can feel him debating whether to continue, “I never– I didn’t get to tell you how sorry I am about Bucky.”

You freeze and slowly turn your gaze to him. “Okay. Now I am pissed at her.”

“Natasha didn’t tell me,” he quickly assures and you raise a brow at him. “He did.”

You fall quiet at that. “Bucky told you about…”

“What,” he laughs. “Didn’t think you two were serious enough for him to tell his best friend about it?”

You reply with a humourless laugh of your own. “He um– He wasn’t a very committing guy. And I don’t blame him. Why commit to something if you might lose everything all over again?”

The pity in Steve’s gaze feels burning to your skin. “Well, if you’re that scared of losing something, it might be worth committing to,” he says and you find yourself agreeing with the wise bastard.

“Well, I committed and look where I am now,” you huff. “Turns out, he was right all along.”

“Kid–”

“Why are you here, Cap?” you try again, all of a sudden too eager to get rid of him.

It takes a while for him to answer and dread settles low in your belly. When he starts talking, you’ve already started shaking your head. “We have found a way to bring them all back.”

You still. And you stay like that. Seconds. Minutes. Maybe another five years have passed.

“Did you hear what I said?” he tries.

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true. We figured out a way. Time travel.”

You bark a laugh and give him a pointed glare. However, your vision is already slightly impaired by the tears pooling at your waterline. “Don’t,” you stop him before he continues elaborating. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this in the past five years? That you, or Nat, or even Tony fucking Stark himself would stand at my door and tell me we figured it out? About a million times, Cap. And the more normal this delusional scenario became in my head, the more absurd it seemed to be. And now, you expect me to just believe that nearly five years on the dot, you have figured out a way to return everything to normal?!”

Steve can take it, the sudden outburst of your disbelief. He has definitely encountered a whole lot more scepticism in his life. But his heart breaks a little for you. Bucky had tried to be so casual when he finally told Steve about you, but Steve had caught the sparkle in those hundred-year-old eyes and he couldn’t describe the relief of Bucky having found someone, let alone you.

But now, to see you so far removed from Bucky – from hope. He hates it.

“I waited,” he almost whispers. “Until I was completely sure. We need you for this.”

You blink away your tears and one rolls down your cheek. Steve quickly reaches to catch it and cups your face. A touch normally so very unwelcome, but now you cannot help but bury your face in his palm.

“You’re sure?” you ask, voice breaking.

Steve pulls you in and up to his chest, engulfing you in a tight hug. “Time to bring our best friend back, Kid.”

Time Travel.

You cannot help but smile when you see the handsome brainiac hunched over a laptop near some high-tech stage that you can’t seem to look at too long without talking yourself out of this.

“Hey, Tony,” you say quietly as you walk up and his brown eyes light up when he hears your voice. Stepping away from the screen, he opens his arms wide and pulls you into a tight hug. Another comfortable embrace that you can only breathe in and cherish.

“My favourite spy,” he murmurs and pulls back.

“How are you doing?” you ask him.

He gives you a knowing look. “Oh, you know. Good. Until he showed up,” he sneers with a pointed look at Steve, who simply rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “he has a way of interrupting peace.”

Tony snorts. “Now that, is what I call a paradox.”

You laugh and pat his shoulder, “Pepper and Morgan?”

“They’re wonderful.” He grins, but you can see the fear shining in his eyes and you give his shoulder a firm squeeze.

“Thank you for doing this, Tony.”

He smirks in answer. “I swear, if you and Barnes don’t openly kiss after all I am about to sacrifice, I will find the stones and undo both of your existences.”

You shoot a thunderous glare to Steve, and to Natasha who is walking up behind the Captain. But Tony stops you before you can scold them on their horrible secret-keeping skills, “Pepper told me.”

You grit your teeth.

The Avengers are a bunch of gossips.

The Endgame.

You stumble backward, your sprained ankle and broken ribs somehow only a faint ache over the sight before you. You almost trip over debris, or a body, or just air and you keep blinking to see better or to make it all go away, you don’t know.

He did it. Tony did it. You’re sure you can still feel the snap of his fingers vibrate through your spine. And there he is. Slumped against more debris, half of his face cracked like burnt coal, his suit barely reflecting its original colours. The blue light at the centre of his chest is fading, shuttering and then… it goes dark. With Pepper’s hand over it.

Your own hand barely muffles the sob trying to break through and you stumble over and over again as you back away from that horrible, awful reality. He did it. But at what cost?

You turn around and start jogging. How? You’re not sure. Your body is in no state to hurry. But it’s incomplete. You were barely strong or extraordinary enough to be of any help during the fight, but you tried your best. Helping people in the field, some war medic patching up gushing wounds. You’d cashed some punches and kicks yourself. Dealt them, too.

It was all because you needed to be there. Because you needed to stay alive. Needed to stick around to see him again. And now… Now… You barely survived this, barely made it through. And Tony died. Tony Stark. The chance of him still being out there-

You start running faster. Hobbling and grunting from the pain.

“Bucky,” you voice is raw and frantic, it’s barely a sound as you cry out for him. “Bucky! Bucky!”

Head swinging from side to side, you hope the soldier reveals himself from behind one of the plumes of smoke. Further and further away, you flee from the horrifying scene of whatever is left after Thanos. You need to find him, but you can’t identify anything on this war ground.

If he’s dead. If Bucky is dead–

Your head whips around so fast, your neck might crack, when you’re sure you hear your name. Everything about you goes quiet and you hold your breath like it will make any difference. Slowly, you walk in the direction where you assume the sound came from, but you almost cringe at the idea that you might just be going insane. After all those explosions, your hearing can’t possibly be this sharp.

Though perhaps intuition is at play here, because you’ve always been able to feel him. Always knew it when it was him waiting up for you, or looking for you, or needing you.

“Bucky,” you croak again.

“Here…” It’s so quiet. But you hear it over everything else and follow the echo of the sound.

“Bucky,” you rasp out. “I’m coming!”

And there he is. On hands and knees, struggling to get up. You can only describe your approach as a dive, as you crash onto your wobbly knees and wrap your arms around him. His body instantly stops struggling and falls into your rib cage.

He’s here. He’s here. He’s here.

“Yeah,” he groans. “’M right here.”

You had no idea you were sobbing it to him, but you don’t care as your hands grapple for a better hold of him. He does the same until both of you are kneeling in front of each other, cupping each others’ faces to check for injuries.

“You look pretty all roughed up,” he mutters and you smile through your tears.

“You look awful,” you reply and he chuckles before pulling you into his chest. “But you’re home.”

He shudders and you might actually hear him let out a sob of his own as he tightens his grip on you.

“Finally.”

#SLOW BURNNNN #I looove their dynamic okay #lots of dialogue which we all love #some action and fluff and passion adn efgedksbf i love them ok?!#PLease tell me what you think and if this is maybe too long...#it's a bit intimidating i get that but it's an easy read i promise #ok i love you guys #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes oneshot #writing #bucky barnes fluff

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call-me-mother-darling · 3 months ago

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Honey Never Spoils

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Authors note: Hey chicas, I tried my best with this. As fucked up as it sounds I'm not used to writing cute fics so hopefully this is up to your standards. Just as a warning this isn’t like a super fluffy fic. To make the fluff more impactful there will be action and fighting before it. I tried to make the fighting as short as possible without leaving out info.

Feedback is always encouraged!!

Plot: Natasha asks you for a huge favor

Warnings: men... men having the intention of treating a women like an opject, shooting, punching, violence, Red Room (if you watched the movie you understand), death, fake flirting, drinking, being drunk (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 2445

I am currently at a bar getting trampled by what seemed like actual children. They must’ve gotten kicked out of the bar close to campus so this was their next best shot. The place was grubby and smells of body odor and bad decisions. What in my right mind am I doing here? I had just finished a mission so I came to Budapest to lie low and enjoy the architecture. Plus the safe house is here.

Just when I thought my night wasn’t going to get any worse my body is being forced to the side. I can’t help but glare at the bitch that pushed me. I’m met with beautiful green eyes.

“Hello?!” I yell over the blaring music but she is just staring into my soul.

“What the fuck did you push me for?” I yell again waving my hand in front of her face. Just trying to get any reaction from her.

“You speak english?” She questions.

I look at her with an annoyed look. That's all she has to say after she slammed into me.

“Yes of course I do. Do I look fucking hungarian to you?” I question rolling my eyes.

I begin to walk away when a hand covers my mouth and I'm being dragged away.

“Shh be quiet pretty girl” A sweet russian accent plays in my ear.

Out of my own shock I freeze.

I do not have time for this.

Realization quickly washes over my body. I think quickly of all possible scenarios. She could be planning on killing me, maybe I owe her boss money? If it’s the boss I’m thinking of, he definitely knows what kind of girls to send my way. I struggle against her grip before I throw my head back and force my elbow into her side. Her grip loosens slightly but she insists on digging her nails into my skin. If she draws blood I'm gonna kill her. Fighting against her nails I twist toward her. It wasn’t by much but it was enough to grab her jacket and slam her into a wall. By the look in her eyes she was shocked but a small smirk played on her lips as soon as I noticed the red hourglass tattoo on her collarbone.

Shit

“What do you want from me?” I growl at her.

“Your love.” She confesses.

“Are you insane?” I glance at the tattoo, instantly regretting my words.

“Don’t answer that” I say slowly, stepping away from her.

I watch her every move. She's trained to move like a cat, quiet and deadly. If she were to move I wouldn’t notice until it was too late.

A smirk slowly pulls at her lips. “Who are you?"

“Given your smirk you already know who I am Natasha.” I have known Natasha since she blew up the Red Room. I was one of the widows that was saved. I couldn’t be more thankful but why did she feel the need to attack to get my attention.

“It is good to see you too, Widow.” She pushes herself off the wall and circles around me. Like a panther hunting her prey.

“Don’t call me that! What do you want?” I question.

“I need your help finding this man. He is part of the few that got away before the Red Room got destroyed. Given you’ve been lying low for over a year now I think it’s time you get back in the action.” She nudges my arm.

“What do you say, honey bun?” I roll my eyes at that.

“Okay fine, what do you need me to do?” I ask.

“You see that man at the bar with the gray hat? That's him. I need you to flirt with him and get in his head. Bring him to this address.” She hands me a small slip of paper with an address written in red ink. Classic.

In the Red Room we would color code our writing blue means easy target, red means dangerous to widows, green means dangerous to all, black means orders came from Dreykov directly.

“I will be waiting in the bedroom. Get him drunk, knock him out, do whatever you need to do to get him to this address.” I nod in understanding.

“Got it.” I confirm, eyeing this man. He’s huge. Around six foot five and at least three hundred pounds. I take a deep breath stepping in his direction. A strong hand grips my arm. I look back at Natasha staring at me. Her eyes scanning my face like this is the last time she’ll see me.

“Please pretend like you’re gonna see me Natalia. I got this. You know I've handled worse” I put my hand over hers, running my thumb over her knuckles. You can see her face soften when I say her real name.

“I know, любовь. I just worry. But go get him. I will be waiting for you.” Natasha says her accent is thick. Her accent always gets worse when she’s scared.

I nod and sway towards him. I have to make it seem like it’s his idea. Taking a drunk girl home and taking advantage is his specialty. I pretend to drunkenly fall into the seat next to him. Asking the bartender for a strong drink purposefully slurring my words.

“Hey sweetie” A masculine voice whispers in my ear and I fight the urge to lean away from him. His breath smells of whiskey. His hand cements itself to my hip in almost a bruising restraint.

I giggle and lean against him. “What are you doing?” I eye his arms pretending to be impressed by the muscle showing through his shirt.

“You're so strong!” I grip his bicep, puffing out my chest. His eyes practically burn holes into my breasts.

“I’ll show you how strong I am, sweetie. Let's get you home.” He says paying his tab and apologizing to the bartender. “Sorry bro my wife doesn’t know her limits sometimes.” The bartender chuckles.

“No problem man, mine is the same way.” God they talk like they own the women in their lives. Like we are objects. Disgusting.

He leads me out of the bar, me stumbling over my own feet.

“Can we go to my house, it’s thirty five- uhhh wait I don't remember.” He chuckles.

“I wrote it down, hold on.” I pause swaying slightly and I scramble to get the piece of paper out of my pocket and hand it to him. He doesn’t question why I don’t have my own address memorized as he takes the paper from my hand.

“Ah yes, I know where this is. Don’t worry sweetie we can go to your house.” he says, leading me in the direction of the house. The cold breeze leaves goose bumps along my skin. It has to be at least one in the morning.

The front of the house is one of an old vintage home. It is absolutely breathtaking. He stops at the end of the driveway.

“Do you have keys?” He asks and I shake my head in response.

“I’ve always had an open door policy.” Given Natalia never gave me a key I can only assume the door is unlocked. My stomach drops as we walk closer to the door. So many what if’s circle my mind. What if Natasha isn’t here? I didn’t see her leave the bar. What if he doesn’t want to go to the bedroom? What if Natasha doesn’t make it to me in time? I haven't done a mission like this in a really long time so my nerves are acting up. I beg them to be calm and keep a level head.

“Let's have some fun. My room is upstairs.” I giggle, pushing aside my worry.

He just chuckles at my drunkenness and leads me to the bedroom. When we step into the bedroom he roughly drops me on the bed and goes to lock the door. The door to the connected bathroom opens slowly, a pair of green eyes peeking out. Relief settles over me. He turns back around and eyes Nat. Looking her up and down like she is a piece of meat.

“The more the merrier.” he smirks.

There's no way this bitch just said that.

Anger washes over Natasha's face and she runs at him. Her fist collides with his throat and he is sent back gagging and trying to catch his breath. As he kneels down her knee slams into his nose. A loud crack rings through my ears. She was so quick you could see him struggle to catch up.She pulled her infamous gun from the back of her jeans and shoots him execution style.

She kicks him over and looks my way. “Are you okay honey bun?”

“Yes, I'm okay. Everything just happened so fast and honestly I didn't expect him to go down that fast.” She chuckles at me.

“They always second guess a woman's ability to fight. It helps in these situations especially when a man thinks he’s an ‘alpha’.” She rolls her eyes at her own statement and I can’t help but laugh.

“Come on, let's get you home.” She motions for me to follow her after she kicks the man out of the way.

“I’m gonna pretend you found where I live in a responsible and very legal way.” I say and glance at him on the way out.

“What will happen to him?” I ask

“A cleaning team will be here in about twenty minutes. Trust me this place will look spotless by the time they are done with it.” I nod trusting her every last word.

We walk outside into the chilly area and make our way to her black nineteen ninety Cadillac. I chuckled at the car and she glanced my way. Giving me a look of questioning.

“Nothing, I would just think you’d have a BMW or some type of fast car.” She almost looks offended at my words.

“First of all I love classics. Second of all get your ass in the car. It's cold out here.” I smile and listen to her command. I hate admitting this but I trust her with my life so I can just shut my brain off.

The drive back to my place was quiet. Her free hand rested on my thigh and my left hand rested on hers rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. Before I knew it she was pulling into my complex. After being in Budapest for so long I requested a bigger apartment. This one comes with bigger parking spaces so when Natasha parks we aren’t fighting to get in and out of the car. After she parked we made our way to the elevator and to my door. As much as this is an old building I find beauty in it. Think of how many people have lived here. How many lives have lived in the same space but experienced it so differently. It’s beautiful to be a part of those many people.

As the door creaks open Natasha holds the door open for me and locks it when both of us are inside. Nastahsa’s gaze falls on the fireplace. More specifically the photos above it. It’s pictures of us and our families when we were younger. Well our assigned families. My favorite picture is of Nat, Yelena, and me. We looked so happy playing with the fireflies.

“How were you able to keep all of these?” She asked.

“Melina kept them for me. She said that it would help you remember if they ever took your memory.” I say.

You can see the sadness in her eyes.

“I could never forget you. I spent too much time trying to win you over to forget your beautiful face.” She flashes a smile.

“You were always such a flirt.” I chuckle.

I grab her hand and lead her to the kitchen. Maybe some tea will help.

“Do you still like peppermint?” I ask pulling the box out of the cabinet.

“You already know the answer to that.” She sasses, blowing me a kiss.

I smile and grab the kettle, filling it with water. I put it on the stove and make my way to the bathroom. Before she even gets the chance to get up I say.

“Stay there, I'm getting a bandage for your hand.” I can hear her huff at that. I can’t help but giggle. I came back with the wrap and a damp washcloth. I lift her up and sit her on one of the kitchen stools, a small gasp coming from her.

“Let me see your hand.” I say and she hesitantly gives me her left hand. It doesn’t look as bad as some of her injuries in the past but it still looks painful. I run the cool wash cloth over her knuckles, a small hiss escapes her mouth.

“I know my love, I'm almost done.” I say wrapping the bandage over her knuckles and around her hand securing it at the wrist.

“There we go all done. See not too bad.” I smile looking up at her. Her eyes hold so much love and adoration. I can’t help but blush lightly at the sudden attention. Her eyes search my face, like she is looking for a clue. My eyes glance down to her lips. We both start leaning in. The tension getting thicker.

The tea kettle goes off and I step away, coming back to reality.

“I’ll get that.” I say shakily. I make my way to the stove turning the burner off. I grab two cups and two bags of tea. I put the bags in the cup and pour the boiling water into each cup.

“Would you like some honey, honey?” She asks, standing beside me with the jar of honey. I giggle and nod. I watch her pour the exact amount I like into mine and a little bit into hers.

“How do you know how much honey I like?” I question furrowing my eyebrows.

“You liked it like this when we were younger.” She answers with a wide smile.

I can’t help but hug her. I can hear the honey fall to the counter and her arms wrap around me tightly. My eyes well up with tears and I hold her as tightly as possible only to loosen it to put our foreheads together.

“I have always loved you.” I confess.

“I love you more.” She says and a wide grin appears on my face.

I lean in and connect our lips. The teas long forgotten

Yes, this is right. Is all I can think to myself

#marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfic idea #natasha romanoff x reader #fluff #writing #angst #natasha romanoff #lesbian #natasha x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x you #natalia romanova #fighting #men aint shit #red room #tea drinker #honey

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slut4celebs · 4 months ago

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2 Hands

Tate McRae x Reader

Word Count: 1,397

Trigger Warning: anxiety

Request / Synopsis: "since "2 hands" has been released, i've been thinking about a fic where the reader is an f1 driver and she gets asked by tate to be in the mv"

request here | masterlist | yellowjackets account

She looked way too fine in this music video. I need her.

(Y/n) couldn't say no when her girlfriend of three months put on her best pout accompanied with her hazel puppy dog eyes. She wanted her to be in her 2 Hands music video due to the fact that she was a Formula One driver. When the basic plot somehow leaked that one of her close friends and fellow Formula One driver, Lando Norris, would be in the video due to the fact his F1 car matched the outfit her girlfriend, Tate, adorned during the promotion of the song. When (Y/n), who had oil smeared on her cheek from currently working on her car, finally said yes, Tate pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her on the spot. It made (Y/n) feel less worried about being on set with her girlfriend and confident in her choice.

Until the day came where she actually had to go on set.

A thousand and one thoughts swarmed through her head as she looked around. For one, how was she supposed to focus with Tate looking that good in her orange Formula One jumpsuit. Two, was she supposed to learn a dance? There were many things (Y/n) was good at and dance wasn't one of them. This fact caused her anxiety to spike as she hugged herself, eyes scanning her surroundings. It was hot, they were shooting outside, and she was anxious.

She was also wondering if she was late. She had come in to Tate filming a scene on an orange sports car outside a gas station, which was obviously another area they were planning to shoot in. Surely, if she was running late, her girlfriend would let her know. Pulling out her phone, she checked and confirmed her call time. Her throat felt dry and she could feel the clothes on her skin. She wasn't late, but she still felt out of place. That's when a familiar voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"Hey, (Y/n), are you okay? You're looking a little green." A hand fell on her shoulder and she shut her eyes. It was Findlay, Tate's best friend, who came to every shoot with her. Turning to him, she gave a wry smile. The smile didn't help (Y/n)'s case. "I can go get Tate really fast. When it comes to you, I know she won't mind if she has to reshoot."

Quickly, (Y/n) stopped him before he left. The grip and pull back surprised him, but it was still gentle enough not to hurt him. "No, no, no. I'm fine, Findlay. Am I- Am I late or something? Am I going to have to dance?" (Y/n) questioned, glancing to her shoes. She had spent a lot of time making sure she was perfect for Tate, and now that was all going to be ruined. She wasn't cut out for a music video, Tate probably should have asked Lando to be in the video. He was much more outgoing than she was. He would've done much better. The fans wanted him anyway. It was on pretty much every blog and in every Tweet about the music video.

Before Findlay could even attempt to answer her questions, another voice entered the conversation, startling (Y/n). She hadn't even heard the word 'Cut!' being called. "You made it," Tate smiled, pulling (Y/n) into a hug, kissing her. Pulling away, she went to get a drink of water before noticing just how green her girlfriend was. "Woah, babe, are you alright? You're looking a little green. You're not sick are you? I could've totally rescheduled the shots with you in it." Tate said, placing an arm on (Y/n)'s. She shot her best friend a look when he gasped and announced that he said the same thing.

"I'm fine," (Y/n) repeated, swallowing thickly as she looked at the dancers rehearsing. "Tate, am I going to have to dance? I'm not sure I'm cut out for this. Maybe you should get Lando. Everyone is speculating he is in it. Look-"

Tate gently pushed down (Y/n)'s phone as she desperately attempted to get proof. She glanced over to Findlay, who realized that he should be anywhere but there. Grabbing himself a water from the table beside him, he wandered off with a last reassuring smile sent (Y/n)'s way. Once he was gone, Tate gently took (Y/n)'s hands. (Y/n) had to resist wincing because she was sure that Tate was going to break up with her right then and there.

"I'm fully aware of what everyone is saying online and the teasing that Lando has been doing. I want you in this though. You're not going to have to dance. I just want you in the… you know, kinda sexy scenes on top of the car. Then, we'll shoot some more tomorrow in a house. I wanted you in this because I wrote this song for you. Also, I thought you and Lando might have more fun with the teasing." She added softly, squeezing her girlfriend's hands. Watching (Y/n) relax brought a smile on her face. She knew that (Y/n) was constantly trying to hide her flaw or reactions to certain situations, and she was a little glad to see her open up more. "If you really don't want to be in it, I won't be mad."

(Y/n) shook her head gently. Taking in a deep breath, she leaned in to kiss Tate. "I do want to be in this. I'm sorry, I got a bit freaked out. Plus, everyone online was thinking it was Lando, I felt I'd be a let down." She said with a small, honest smile.

Shaking her head, Tate couldn't help the small laugh from leaving her chest. "I was going to suggest your surprise guest starring to be a hard launch. Because, you're right, everyone online thinks it's Lando. Imagine their surprise when it's my beautiful girlfriend instead. We don't have to make it a soft launch, but either way… People are going to love that it's you instead. Trust me. You aren't giving yourself enough credit. I am painfully aware of all of the people who want you online." Tate teased.

A scoff left (Y/n), the tension easing up in her shoulders. "Have you seen your fans?" She rose a brow. The two were about to kiss again until the director called Tate back to shoot another shot. "Get out there. I'll get ready." (Y/n) opted on kissing her cheek quickly, watching Tate head off, sending one last wink in her direction.

When the music video came out, (Y/n) was standing behind Tate to read the comments. She was surprised to see just how right Tate was. Everyone was shocked, in a good way, that it was (Y/n) instead of Lando. A bunch of comments saying that the video was their gay awakening and 'a much better surprise' made its way through hundreds of millions of comments. She kissed Tate's cheek with a little smile. Tate leaning back into her girlfriend with a shared grin, her hazel eyes sparkling as she waited for another kiss. A wish fulfilled happily.

"So, when are you going to post our behind the scenes footage?" (Y/n) asked moving to sit beside her girlfriend. They had indeed decided to make this their hard launch. It felt right. "I think you should post the kiss still. It's my favorite."

Tate let her eyes search (Y/n)'s face for a moment. "Let's just give ourselves a few more minutes of it just being us." Tate decided, to which (Y/n) agreed with happily. When they finally did post that they were actually a couple using those behind the scenes photos and videos, it was as if they had broken the internet, not that either of them cared or acknowledged that. They were too busy being intertwined, content with the video that was now online for the whole world to see. (Y/n) received a lot of praise for her guest appearance, mostly from Tate. Not that she minded, that's the only person's opinion she really favored. But everyone loved how much Lando was teased, only for it to be a hard launch. (Y/n) just felt unbelievably lucky to be able to say that her girlfriend was the talented Tate McRae.

#anne's pop girlies #tate mcrae #tate mcrae x reader

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shitposting-fox · 7 months ago

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Personal head cannon: the reason Okarun gets depressed in his yokai form is due to the lingering effects of Turbo-granny and the location-bound spirit. Spoilers for the manga will be under the cut!

This is due to a few things:

1. The backstory of the tunnel, yokai, and spirit

2. "Dandadan" as a word's potential meaning (major manga spoilers at that point!)

First, the spirits. We've already seen with Momo her ability to view the past of a yokai (Arco Silky) and we know Seiko was aware of the ongoing history behind the tunnel both Turbo-granny and the location-bound spirit where in.

With a combination of the curse, it's not a far stretch that the lingering emotions from the deceased may be having a subtle effect on Okarun.

While it's not been very overt, we've seen how the origin of a yokai is important to how they act. Those who are more vengeful will be more likely to attack whereas those who are from grief may try to protect (albeit a violent way).

While Turbo-granny is in the maneki-neko and her powers are in Okarun, there's a chance that the feelings that helped form those powers may have a subconscious effect on him. Hence, the general depression but extreme protectiveness.

Spoilers from the manga below!!

We saw him literally get on all fours like a guard dog, and push his body to the breaking point repeatedly. Going with the assumption the deceased are subconsciously effecting him, it makes more sense why the protectiveness is amped up too.

Many of the girls were probably desperate for someone to save them, anyone, and that urgency could translate into the need to protect the others (especially Momo) as a result.

The second reason I have this theory is because of the potential meaning of "dandadan"!

This one is a lot more flimsy so bear with me here. While I've already wanted for manga spoilers I'm gonna mention again MAJOR SPOILERS for the manga.

Alright so! Dandadan as a word is similar to だんだん or "dandan" which often translates to "gradually".

I don't know very much about Japanese wordplay besides a few from songs (Love Ka, song based on the Japanese word for frilled shark and the English word love), so I could be completely wrong in this guess. But I feel like the word could be an original creation for implying the gradual change of an individual due to surrounding yokai and spirits

Before I get into the Shinto rambling, I'll mention the big point that got me thinking this was the effects after Okarun lost his powers. He still excelled is a lot of sport areas and, while it could be attributed to him working out consistently, there's also a possibility he has some... Influence, let's say, from a certain yokai.

We haven't seen much of him yet after all of this, so it could be very wrong, but the way it was brought up seemed to imply a greater importance than just normal athleticism.

Now for the Shinto rambling!!

To keep it pretty short: the body plays a major role in Shinto. We've seen it with the golden balls (strong life force amped up by a yokai) plus the give and take of various yokai forms (physicality for Okarun, hair treatment for Aira).

Shinto itself has the body on a pretty high importance. Most Asian religions tend to have more focus on the body, weather it be on asceticism (bodily denial) or purity

Dandadan has shown a lot of Shinto aspects already, from the existence of Yokai and Kami to the various interacts people have with the world.

Since the body is important, it's not too far a stretch to assume the continued themes of religion and the body are going to continue through the rest of the series.

While it may not be as overt as Okarun attempting to get the rest of his genitalia back, it's still likely to appear as a major plot point.

Hence, the potential implications of "dandadan"

I could be remembering wrong, but I believe at one point Count Saint Germain even asked someone if they knew the meaning of the word, which implies it may be crucial to his current purpose in the story

We already know there's a large group of aliens who want to steal the yokai and Kami abilities so they can take over Earth and colonize more planets, and many are looking into ways of stealing them.

With the introduction of Kouki and people's powers being able to be stolen from a direct injury, we can reason that the current goal is for the aliens to find a way to get more people's powers to be then transfered to themselves.

If we go under the assumption dandadan is the gradual bleeding over of powers and/or merging of aura to where it allows a human to gain more supernatural powers they wouldn't have otherwise, it makes sense that Count Saint Germain and/or the invading aliens are attempting to find a way to utilize this ability

Of course this could be completely wrong, but it's been rotating in my brain for a while. Wanted to get it out there somewhere lol

#dandadan #fox.txt #long post #okarun #dandadan okarun #ken takakura #dandadan ken #turbo granny #count saint germain #dan da dan #dandadan analysis #analysis #my writing

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anti-romantico · 3 months ago

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[escape] the boyz juyeon

warnings: PLOT, do i still need to warn you about unprotected sex? lmao, oral (f&M), fingering, on the floor, teasing

words: 7784

A/N: it's been so long since I posted a juyeon fic hope y'all like it <3

btw the following weeks I'll post fics of the most voted idols of this survey (juyeon is one of them)

— Wait! I can explain! — Your now ex yelled behind you while following you to your car.

— Oh I'd love to hear that. — You sarcastically said, still walking at a quick pace. But he didn't say anything, making you stop your tracks and turn around. — You can't even defend yourself! Go back to that girl and leave me alone, asshole. — You finally got to your car and got inside, driving away as fast as you could.

God, you didn't want to cry for him, but reality hit you like a truck when you were waiting at s red light. You unconsciously touched your chest, finding the necklace he gave you for your birthday. With the rage that was still in you, you snatched it, breaking the chain and threw it out of your window.

You were supposed to spend the week with your boyfriend to celebrate your anniversary, but guess he forgot about it and took his mistress home, letting you watch how she choked on his cock while he held on to her hair to watch her better. That made you overthink, you hated choking, finding it gross, and he never complained, actually he never pushed your head as he did with hers. Fuck, if he wanted someone to do that, why not breaking up with your first?

You didn't want to drive to your apartment and have your roommate asking you why you were back, so you drove to your parents house, taking advantage of its emptiness since they were on vacation. You went straight to your bed, not caring to even have dinner, which you hated yourself for it when you woke up at 5 in the morning, but of course, the kitchen was empty and none of the food establishments around offered delivery yet. Your stomach didn't stop growling, not even in the convenience store in which only you and the employee were.

She ignored it as best as she could, not wanting to embarrass you. You walked fast back to your car and ate in it, not having more energy to drive with an empty stomach. It tasted like glory.

Once you were back in your parents' house you texted them to let them know you were crashing out, promising to explain later. Ask you were making you way back to bed, someone knocked on the door, trying to open it when you didn't answer.

You ran and opened, finding a tall guy on the other side. — May I help you? — You didn't know him, but you weren't scared of him.

— Oh, sorry, I saw a car outside and came to check, the owners asked me to watch the house while they were gone. — His voice was soft and deep.

You studied him from head to toe, trying to see if you remembered him, but nothing.

— Yeah, the owners are my parents, I just got here. — You explained.

— Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.— He showed you his spare key and gave it to you. — Not sure how long you are planning to stay…

— Right, uhm, good night. — You said, waiting for the stranger to leave.

— By the way, I'm currently working on your mom's garden. I'll knock to let you know I'll be back there.

You nodded and followed him with your eyes as he walked to the house on the left. You didn't even notice when he knocked, you woke up close to midday by the sound of a shovel, digging into the floor. You looked through the window and found the stranger shoving small holes on the floor. He was sweaty and dirty, the sunlight finally letting you see him clearly. He had black hair, tall, veiny arms, shit that shirt was doing nothing to hide his muscles.

Why were you focusing on that when you just got cheated on?

Well, at least you were single now... nothing wrong with enjoying the view, right?

The stranger noticed you looking, waving at you with a pretty smile. He was insanely handsome. You changed your clothes and went down.

— I'll go to the supermarket for some food. — You let him know, feeling your breath stuck in your throat when he looked at you.

— Ok, I'll be here for a few more hours. — You nodded and turned around, ignoring as best as you could the tingling sensation between your legs. God, if only you would've seen the way he stared at your ass when you were walking away.

When you were back, he appeared out of nowhere to help you with the bags, still sweaty and dirty. Fuck he looked so good like that.

— Thanks, you didn't have to. I bet you're exhausted by doing... whatever you're doing with my mom's garden. — You thanked him, leaving the last bag on the kitchen floor.

— I wouldn't say exhausted, but happy to help. — He scratched the back of his head. — Uhm, I haven't introduced myself, I'm sorry for that. I'm Juyeon.

— [Y/N]. And sorry about our first encounter, I wasn't in the mood to deal with... the opposite gender. — Your expression made Juyeon laugh.

— Boy's problems?

— If cheating on your 4-year-long relationship can be considered a boy's problem.—

— Cheating? I'm sorry, but what an asshole! — You nodded. — Well I'll go back to work. If you need anything.

Juyeon worked until 3 in the afternoon, only stopping when you offered him a meal.

— So, this guy... How did you find out? If you want to tell me, of course. — Juyeon asked, finishing his food and looking at you.

— Our anniversary was supposed to be in a couple of days and we planned to spend a whole week together, but he either forgot or thought I would arrive until today because when I got into his apartment last night, he had a girl choking on his cock. — You also finished, looking at Juyeon. God, the tingling sensation again.

— Did the girl know about you?

— His whole apartment had pictures of us together, there was no way she didn't know. — You weren't sure what their story was, but you didn't care either.

As you were doing the dishes, you looked into the window, almost dropping one of the glasses when you saw a shirtless Juyeon cleaning his hands with his dirty shirt.

— I'm done for today... Thank you for… — Your reaction made him stop talking. — What?

— Do you tend to walk around shirtless while my parents are here? — You focused on his eyes, hating the smirk that appeared on his face.

— Not really, but it's getting hot outside. — He shrugged and wore his shirt again. — I'll come back tomorrow morning, hope I can find you awake this time. — Did he just wink at you? God.

During the night, you couldn't stop thinking about Juyeon. His muscular veiny arms to be more specific. Fuck, why were you reacting like this?

Your hand traveled down your body and straight in between your legs, sighing at the slight pressure you put on. You closed your eyes and entered your hand inside your underwear. Your fingers played with your wet lips before rubbing on your clit, causing your back to arch. Your free hand went under your shirt and played with your nipple, adding more pleasure.

Your breath was heavy, moaning slightly with each rub. Juyeon's image came to your mind, causing you to go faster. As you felt your orgasm close, you quickly grabbed a pillow and placed yourself over it, humping it without a second thought. Your brain made you hallucinate as you clearly could feel Juyeon's hands on your thighs as you were riding him. God, these stupid clothes were on the way, so you undressed, not wasting more time and going back to hump your pillow the way you wanted to hump Juyeon. Your boobs were bouncing up and down, your moans got a little louder. God, what a ridiculous situation. Your orgasm hit you so hard, but you kept going, overstimulating yourself. Your hips were moving back and forth as you grabbed the head of your bed for support. You bit your lip when you felt a second orgasm close, rubbing your clit with one hand , as you kept moving your hips on your pillow. Your pussy was twitching with your orgasm, your whole body trembling. You were completely out of breath and collapsed on your bed. You needed him so bad.

The morning after, you woke up before Juyeon arrived. You were still naked, and the poor pillow was lying on the floor after last night's event.

You got dressed and brushed your hair, trying to look presentable. As you were making your way to the kitchen, three soft knocks resonated. You didn't open the door, you just waited to walk to the garden.

— Look at that. — He joked, acting surprised with you being awake. — Did you sleep well?

— You could say that. — You answered. — Do you want some coffee before you start working?

— That would be nice, thanks. — He leaned against the kitchen door and crossed his arms. This time he was wearing a band t-shirt, but it was obvious he wore it for work as it was ripped in a few parts.

You tried to act normal as you were pouring the coffee, but some drops of the boiling coffee splashed into your hand, making you whimper.

— Are you ok? — Juyeon was immediately beside you, taking the hot pot from your hand.

— Yeah, just some hot drops. — You answered, taking your hand to the sink so you could run cold water on it.

— Do you have ointment or anything for that? — He asked, looking around.

— I think my mom has a first-aid kit somewhere in the kitchen. I'll look for it later. — But you couldn't say anything else, Juyeon started to open and close cabinets, finding the kit.

— Let's see… — Juyeon instantly found the ointment and grabbed your hand, rubbing it over the small red dots on your hand. — That should do it. — He said before putting everything back in its place.

— Thanks... uhm... You didn't have to. — You kept your eyes on the floor, feeling extremely shy with him being so close.

— It's nothing.— He simply said, grabbing the pot and pouring coffee in the remaining cup before taking them to the table, waiting for you to sit with him.

After finishing his coffee, Juyeon rushed to the garden and started to work, leaving you alone in the kitchen with your thoughts. When was the last time your ex did something for you without a second thought? It was embarrassing to say it's been a long while. He always had something to complain about, you just stopped asking him for help.

You finally checked your texts, knowing what you could find. Yet, you felt nothing, all the sorrys, let's talk, give me another chance meant nothing. You texted Nia, your best friend, asking her to pick your stuff from your ex's apartment, and you were glad she didn't ask further. After a few hours, your ex called, and you were so done you picked up.

— Oh my god, babe, finally. — You rolled your eyes at his tone. — Why is Nia packing your things?

— And you still dare to ask? After cheating on me? — You stood up from the couch and went to the kitchen, leaning back on the sink.

— I know I fucked up, I don't have excuses for that. But she doesn't mean anything, baby. You're the one I want in my- Hey, stop!

— Since when? — You asked. — Since when have you been with her?

— [Y/N], you're the love of my life, please come home so we can talk.

You chuckled. — Home? You call the place you fucked another woman behind my back home? — You didn't realize you raised your voice, letting Juyeon hear your conversation. — Since when? — You repeated.

He stayed silent for a moment. — A couple of weeks. She... She's my coworker's sister. We met at his house, we got drunk... She… —

— She seriously got you by simply sucking your cock, huh? You're pathetic. — You hung up, feeling your eyes burn. That asshole didn't deserve your tears, he wasted four years of your life, throwing them to the trash so easily.

— Is everything ok? — You heard Juyeon. — I know it's none of my business, but you were talking a little too loud…

— Yeah, I'm fine, I'd have to deal with him anyway when I'm back.

Juyeon nodded, walking carefully towards you. — You know there's nothing wrong with being sad, right? Yeah, he doesn't deserve such a thing, but what you went through is a big deal if you ask me.

You took a deep breath, trying to control your tears. God, you were so mad. — I'll go and take a shower.

— Ok, I'll be here if you need me.

You finally allowed yourself to cry, making the shower longer than expected. When you walked out of the bathroom, you found Juyeon outside.

— Sorry, I was... I heard you cry. — He explained. You hugged yourself, realizing you just had a towel to cover you.

— I'm fine, I needed it.

— Right, uhm, I already finished, but I was wondering if you wanted to eat something.

You made a face and looked at his eyes. — I actually want to be alone, I need to figure a few things out.

— Of course, I, uhm, still if you need me to come over, just flick the lights of your garden.—

You nodded and waited for him to leave, momentarily forgetting about your clothing, or lack thereof.

The only thing you needed to figure it out was what you felt for Juyeon. How does a guy you barely met a couple days ago have made you feel things your ex didn't over 4 years ago? God, you didn't even remember the last time you craved his touch. That's why you were sure about him, maybe that girl saved you from a monotonous boring life. Yet, you weren't going to thank him for betraying you.

After getting dressed, you started to cook, even if you weren't a good cook, it helped you to distract you, feeling satisfied when you tried it. You cleaned your mess, going straight to your room afterwards. And when you were scrolling down some texts, you received one from Nia.

«No pressure, but when are you planning to return?»

You smiled. «Just for the rest of the week, I have work on monday.»

You texted for a few hours before her saying she needed to leave. You put your phone to the side and had a flashback.

You only have a towel around your body and Juyeon right in front of you trying to find a way to make you feel good. There was a way. You bit your lip, imagining the way he would manhandle you, throwing you to your bed and snatching your towel. God, you felt how you were getting wet. Your hand went inside your panties, coating your fingers with your wetness before teasing your entry. You needed something bigger.

You sighed when you entered your middle finger, hiding your face against the pillow. God, you needed Juyeon. You rubbed your clit with your thumb while fingering yourself, feeling that sensation so close, it made your moans louder. You decided to lower the sound by putting the pillow against your mouth and moving your hips up and down as you were fucking yourself with your fingers. The thought of him doing it to you instead of yourself was driving you crazy. God.

You felt like you were having an out-of-body experience when you came, moaning behind the pillow while your body shivered.

You couldn't believe what you were about to do.

You went to the back door and stared at the light switch. “If you need me to come over just flick the lights of your garden»” You heard his voice. And before you could consider it, your brain made you do it.

You didn't wait for long, hearing a few soft knocks. Slowly, you walked to the door and opened it. Why was he so attractive? He was standing tall, wearing sports clothes.

You let them in, not saying anything.

— I honestly thought you would take today to think.— He said, walking to the kitchen, but he stopped when he realized you stayed at the door. — Is everything ok?

— Not really. — You bit your lower lip, taking a deep breath. He got closer, waiting for you to let him know what was wrong. — How do you do it?

Juyeon frowned. — Do it? What do you mean?

— I mean, we've known each other for, what, two days? And in those two days you… — You leaned back on the door. — Not even my ex managed to make me feel this way.

Juyeon laughed, but he wasn't making fun of you. — Could you be more specific? — His voice came out deeper, causing you to close your eyes.

— I wish I could, but... It's hard to. — You opened your eyes and found him towering you. You looked at him through your lashes, feeling how your whole body burned.

— And how about you show me, then? — You almost moaned when he whispered.

You simply grabbed one of your hands and toyed with his fingers. — Just 10 minutes ago I was imagining these inside me.— You pulled them close to your mouth, watching him take a deep breath as if he was trying to contain himself. Because he was.

Juyeon had to hold his breath as he felt the warmth of your mouth. His eyes didn't leave yours as you sucked his fingers.

He started to move them as if he were inside you, but that made you suck them harder, causing a groan to come out of his mouth. You opened your legs, giving him space between them. Juyeon was completely entranced by the sight in front of him. You had his two fingers inside your mouth, and his other hand had a firm grip on your waist, you were rocking your hips against his thigh.

When you felt his fingers were coated enough with your saliva, you pulled them out, not wasting time and taking them inside your bottoms. He growled, flexing his thigh.

You threw your head back when you felt him play with your lower lips, moving your hips back and forth. Your hands were holding on his shoulders, your nails digging in his skin. You moaned, feeling Juyeon's breathing increase as you rocked on his thigh.

Juyeon bent his head, letting your neck and the curve of your shoulder be exposed. He softly licked them as he was biting you and sucking on them. God, your body was so sensitive. You wanted him to go faster, but he kept that slow torturous pace.

Juyeon's finger entered your pussy, making you sigh at how full you were. You couldn't think straight when you felt him moving inside you, hitting that spot every single time.

Juyeon's fingers went deeper inside you with each thrust, your walls were tightening around them, the pleasure was too good. You used his shoulder to keep yourself standing, you wanted more, your eyes never leaving his. You felt like you were flying, your whole body felt hot, your cheeks were flushed. Juyeon wasn't going to let this go, so he leaned against you and took a hold of your knee, making your leg fold and putting you at his mercy. Now his fingers were deeper inside you and he started to finger fuck you harder, hooking them inside you to make you go mad.

He looked at you with a smirk, his eyes never leaving yours while he fingered you. His face was flushed, and his mouth was slightly opened. You could see him struggling to keep himself from you, you could feel his cock hard against his pants.

You bit your lip again and started to hump his fingers as best as you could. Juyeon let you set the pace. You could feel his fingers rubbing that spot over and over again. You had one hand on his shoulder and the other had a hold on his bicep. You started to move faster, feeling that your orgasm was closer than before. You felt you were close to the edge, your breath was heavy, your hands were squeezing his arm and shoulder.

— Are you close? — He said against your cheek. You nodded, letting a desperate whine out. — Is this what you wanted, baby? My finger so deep inside you? Fuck, I can feel you dripping. I bet you taste delightful.

His words only made you moan louder. Juyeon leaned against the door with his shoulder, leaving your knee and grabbing your hip. He was going at it with a relentless pace now, you moaned and bit your lip. God, his fingers felt so good inside you.

You were shaking when you came, whimpering at the overwhelming pleasure, your walls tightening around his fingers and making Juyeon growl. You felt like your whole body was trembling, your head was spinning and your legs were like jelly. His fingers kept moving inside you, dragging your orgasm for a few more seconds.

Juyeon let your leg go, making you lean against the wall as you couldn't keep yourself up anymore. You opened your eyes to watch him licking your juices from his fingers.

He looked at you with a smirk, the glint in his eyes was darker this time. You bit your lip again, not sure what he was going to do next.

— Damn, your pussy is fucking delicious. — He whispered, watching how you whimpered at his words.

He leaned closer against you, and you felt his hard cock rubbing against your lower belly. — You're so fucking sexy, [Y/N], god.— His tongue slowly traced your jaw and ear, making shivers run down your spine. — Tell me, what do you want me to do? — He asked, putting his mouth on your neck and biting it softly.

— I don't know...— You gasped when you felt him sucking on your skin. — I want more.— You whined, pulling him by his hair so you could finally kiss him.

You let your tongue out, searching for his and making out with him. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his mouth, running your fingers on his sides and making him grunt. He was wearing sports shorts and that meant easy access for you. He let you explore his body as he kissed your jaw and neck.

— I need to taste you, baby. — He whispered against your skin. You whimpered, nodding desperately.

His hands roamed your body, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down alongside your panties. He knelt in front of you, kissing your thighs as he helped you to remove your bottoms.

You brushed his hair, admiring how attractive he looked between your legs.

He got his nose close to your cunt, getting drunk by only the smell.

— Fuck, baby. — He gasped, his eyes wide. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder and slowly kissed your pussy lips.

You whimpered when you felt his hot breath on you. He kissed your pussy softly, making his way up to your clit.

His tongue darted out of his mouth and you sighed when you felt it on your nub, rubbing it with small circles. His hands went to your ass and he gripped both cheeks, spreading your legs wider so he could have more room.

You bit your lip, letting a moan escape from your throat. You ran your fingers on his hair, watching his face as he was licking you. He was a very good licker. You didn't let him have the moment and started to grind against his face, making him grunt.

He let you have control for a few seconds before tightening his grip on your ass. You let a surprised moan out and held on his shoulder again. Your pussy lips were wet with his spit and your juices, Juyeon went from licking you to sucking, letting his tongue out every now and then to tease your clit again. Your mouth was wide open, you couldn't control yourself. You felt your orgasm getting closer. Your legs started to shake and you fell to the ground with your ass, Juyeon letting you go with one of his hands to catch you. You felt how his eyes were burning, but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Juyeon quickly grabbed one of his fingers and started to rub your pussy with it. You closed your eyes as you felt it, whimpering again. He rubbed faster and faster until he hooked one of his fingers inside you.

He laughed when you arch your back, hooking his fingers inside you a few more times until you came on his face. Your body shuddered as you felt the waves of pleasure hit you. And he only made it worse by not stopping, overestimating you. But you weren't complaining, you wanted his tongue in between your legs every single moment of the day.

Your legs were shaking and your moans were loud, that was Juyeon's biggest motivator to keep going, feeling your juices dripping down his neck. But after a few moments, you started to squirm from how good it felt.

— I can't, Juyeon! — You gasped as he kept torturing you with his tongue. He quickly took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, you cried out at how good it felt to be licked, riding his face.

A burning sensation appeared in your lower stomach, there was no way.

Juyeon kept licking you, focusing on your clit. You grabbed him by the hair, squeezing it to the point you were hurting yourself. Your breath was heavy and your mouth was open, your back arched and your eyes were closed. But you didn't open them when you felt the warm liquid gushing out of you. Your orgasm made Juyeon grunt and you saw him looking at your cunt with a dark expression, but his eyes were wide.

He kept licking you as you squirted all over his face, and he started to moan. He put a hand between your legs and kept licking your lower lips as you came again.

— Ah, fuck. — He breathed out as you started to rub on him again, making more of your juices flow. Juyeon quickly licked you clean before standing up and looking at you with a dark glint in his eye.

He pulled you by your arm and laid you down on the floor, over the carpet. You gasped and stayed there, looking at him with a surprised expression.

He let you collect yourself, kissing your thighs and traveling up.

— Is that what you wanted? — He teased you, making you laugh. What he wasn't expecting was you pushing him back so he could lay down.

He groaned when your hands immediately started to pull his pants down, lifting his hips a little to help you.

You rubbed his boner, getting your face closer and kissing him over the boxers. You stood up for a moment so you could remove your shirt and bra, smirking when you heard him curse under his breath.

Juyeon was struggling to keep his hands still, watching you teasing him and biting your lip. — Fuck. — He breathed out, reaching to you.

You smirked, enjoying the power over him. You pushed his hand away and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and revealing his thick cock.

You got closer and licked the precum that was leaking from his tip. Juyeon groaned, feeling you licking him from tip to base and back again.

You licked the length of his cock a few times before putting it in between your lips. You got to his tip and then back to the base, making sure you licked him all over.

Juyeon watched you in awe, moaning when you went lower and licked his balls. He had to pull you by the hair when you started to lick and suck them.

You felt his cock twitching against your hand, he was so big. You licked him again until you were at his tip, looking at Juyeon as you took the head inside your mouth.

Juyeon cursed and closed his eyes, you moaned as well and let his cock go a little deeper. You grabbed his thigh, digging your nails in his skin while you slowly bobbed your head on his dick. You heard him groan and you let his tip hit the back of your throat, making him grunt louder.

He started to thrust inside your mouth. You were getting into it as well, letting him go as deep as possible. You got your hand to his balls and started to play with them, causing him to grunt and moan at the same time.

You took his cock out of your mouth and started to jack him off, not letting him come until you wanted. Juyeon was grunting and groaning, begging you to let him come.

He opened his eyes and watched you with a hungry expression, your breasts were bouncing with each of your movements.

You licked your lips and took his tip inside your mouth again, letting him thrust once more.

You looked at him from beneath your lashes and started to hum, the vibrations making him curse. You felt his dick throbbing in your mouth, and before you could do anything else, you felt his hands on each side of your face.

Juyeon lifted his hips, making sure you weren't uncomfortable with it. You nodded and let him take control. He held you by the jaw, fucking your mouth like it was your pussy. Your eyes watered as he went deeper and deeper, making sure his tip was at the back of your throat.

— Fuck. — He grunted, feeling his balls tighten. His thrust became more erratic, and you could feel the warmth of his precum. He got even deeper inside your mouth, feeling you choke. — I'm going to come. — He warned you, tightening his grip on your jaw. You only nodded as you were holding his cock like a pro. And he did it. He grunted and you felt his semen fill your mouth. Your eyes were watering as he fucked your mouth and came inside it. You could taste him, the salty liquid filling your mouth. And you did something that surprised even yourself. You swallowed. And you swallowed again. And again. Until you heard Juyeon curse and grunt.

Maybe choking on someone's cock wasn't so bad. Even better if it was Juyeon's

— Fuck, [Y/N]. — He growled and grabbed you by your arms, pulling you on top of him.

His half-hard cock stayed in between your bodies as you two messily kissed. Your hips involuntarily grind against him, making Juyeon moan again.

— [Y/N]... — He gasped when he felt you rub his tip.

You kissed him as you slowly sat on his lap. You felt the tip of his dick press on your entrance, and without losing your rhythm, you started to move your hips back and forth, using his chest for support, careful to not let him slide in.

Juyeon was grunting, and his eyes were burning. — God, you're so fucking sexy. — He whispered, trying to hold himself to not thrust in.

You were rubbing your pussy against his tip for a good few minutes. You could hear his groans and see the effort he had to not buck his hips.

You slowly started to move your hips in a circular motion, making him grunt. You leaned down to kiss him again, taking your time to enjoy this slow burn.

When you felt he couldn't last longer, you kissed his neck and slowly took his tip inside you. You both groaned at the sensation. He was thick, but you felt yourself get wetter with each passing second. You slowly lowered your hips, digging your hips on his chest with the way he was stretching your insides.

Your moan came out loud as you got fully seated on his cock, the feeling of him filling you was amazing. You leaned down and kissed him again, starting to rock your hips back and forth.

He held your waist and started to meet your thrusts, making you gasp. His cock felt so good, hitting a spot no one else had.

— Are you ok? — He asked between thrusts. You nodded, biting your lip and moaning again when his dick hit that spot again.

Juyeon hooked his hands behind your back and pulled you closer to him. He started to thrust harder, making you feel overwhelmed by the sensation. God, he felt so good.

You started to ride him again, faster and faster, making him grunt and gasp.

But you couldn't stop, you felt how close you were to come again.

When Juyeon felt you tighten around his cock, he knew you were coming, and he quickened his pace.

The orgasm hit you like a storm, it felt amazing. You squeezed your legs around his body and let your head fall back, feeling the waves of pleasure hitting you.

You heard Juyeon grunt, feeling him fuck your through your orgasm. And when he realized, he came as well.

He thrust inside you again, coating your insides with his semen. You felt it dripping out of you, but it didn't matter, you were in ecstasy. You kept moving your hips, milking him as much as you could. Juyeon found some strength and exchanged positions without pulling out. You locked your legs around him and saw him finally remove his shirt placing it under your hips.

You found this adorable, but the sweet moment jumped out of the window when he started to aggressively thrust into you as if his life depended on it. You felt his cock slide inside you and hit your cervix.

— Ahhh! — You cried out, tightening your legs around him. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were closed, you couldn't think straight.

— [Y/N]! — You heard Juyeon say, his voice deeper than before. You opened your eyes, finding him on yours. He stopped moving his hips and looked at you. — You feel so fucking good.— He panted. Your moan was loud as he pulled out until his tip stayed inside you. Then he thrust back in, making you scream his name.

You felt so full, he was hitting your cervix with each thrust, and you loved it.

— Fuck! — Juyeon grunted when you squeezed him tighter with your legs. — I'm not going to last much, baby. — He moaned, making you cry out again.

You nodded, your hair a complete mess. You felt yourself close to the edge again.

You couldn't stop yourself and moved your hips, helping him to cum. Juyeon's hands grabbed your boobs and squeezed them before finally cumming inside you again.

His hips came to a halt, making you whine, but Juyeon needed a moment before making you cum.

— Turn around, baby. — He said over your lips, practically licking your mouth.

You nodded and took your legs off him. Juyeon was still inside you when you stood up, causing the semen that was coating your pussy to drip out of you.

You moaned when he pulled out, feeling empty without him.

He grabbed your hips and pushed you down so you were on all fours. You arched your back as you felt him come behind you.

Juyeon pulled your hips up, making sure your ass was in his face and your pussy was wide open. He didn't hesitate and entered you again, this time faster than before.

You cried out, throwing your head back again and screaming his name. Your whole body shook with each thrust he made and you heard how wet you were, the sound of his cock sliding inside you was so loud.

Juyeon put his hand on your hip, thrusting faster and faster. You moaned louder and louder, biting your arm.

— Fuck, you look so hot like this. — He said between thrusts. — Your ass is shaking each time I fuck you, and your tits are bouncing so much. — He growled.

You cried out when his balls slapped against your clit, making you bite your arm. But Juyeon wanted to hear you, so he grabbed both of your arms and pulled them back, using you like a sex toy. He started to ride you with all his might, making you scream.

— Juyeon! — You screamed when you felt your body shudder.

— Yes, baby. Cum for me. — He groaned when he felt your walls tightening around him again. — Fuck, you feel so good.

He increased his pace, thrusting harder and harder inside you, dragging your orgasm. He kept going until you were squirting again, you didn't know that was possible. Slowly, he let your arms go, massaging your back as you kept moving your hips while riding your orgasm.

As he pulled out, he could see all the cum he shot inside you, grunting at the way it kept spilling out.

Juyeon helped you clean yourself, kissing every inch of your body in the process.

When both were dressed, you went to the bathroom as he made sure you didn't stain your parents' carpet.

You were a mess, but you felt so good, you still felt his cum inside you. You fixed your hair as best as you could and went out, finding Juyeon with a glass of water.

He smiled and handed it to you. You smiled back and thanked him, drinking it all.

— Hey, uhm, you didn't answer me, by the way. — Juyeon said, laughing at your confused expression. — Was that what you wanted?

— It was better than I imagined. — Juyeon pulled you by your waist and kissed you. You had to tilt your head back to kiss him properly as he was much taller than you.

The kiss suddenly became sloppy, both playing with your tongues and Juyeon squeezing your butt.

— Are you hungry? — Juyeon asked over your lips before kissing you again.

You nodded and tried to pull back, but Juyeon only pushed you against the wall and carried you, making you lock your legs around him, taking you to the kitchen and placing you over the counter.

You kissed for a while before finally starting to cook together, having small breaks to kiss again. Your bodies become addicted to each other, not being able to be away longer than 5 minutes.

After eating and cleaning the kitchen, you were on your bed, you on top of him while making out. You didn't know how, but you wanted him again inside you.

— I don't think I've ever cum as much as I did earlier, how is it possible to still want more? — Juyeon asked when you kissed his neck, moving your hips back and forth.

— Well, I never enjoyed choking on my ex's cock, but I quite loved doing it with yours. — You sighed when Juyeon gave you a hard spank.

— He's the stupidest man I've ever heard about for cheating on you. There's no way he wasn't satisfied with you.

— I honestly never lasted that long during sex. — You pulled back, lifting his shirt a little to see his abs. — The only good thing I can think about the sex with him was that he always made sure to make me cum, but only once. — You explained, feeling. Juyeon's warm skin under your touch. — But I never squirted before. That was the first... and second.

You both laughed at your comment, resuming your make out session.

That night, your poor bed was the victim of your actions. Creaking under you two as he rammed against you mercilessly. You were so tired afterwards, you convinced him to not pull out, keeping with cum inside while cockwarming him.

The morning after, the feeling of you tightening around him was unbearable for Juyeon, causing him to involuntarily move his hips until you woke up, asking him to go faster.

— What did you do to me, baby? — Juyeon asked as he used your hips to slam himself into you.

You only whined, playing with your nipples. You both came and then went for breakfast, showering together after eating.

The remaining days you only spent them separated when he went to his house for clothes to change, because showering was already covered with you. The rest of the days? You would be either on top of him milking him dry or sucking him until your jaw hurt. He was as addicted to you, always finding convenient to rub his front against your but to quickly start humping you against any surface before undress you and fuck you until his cum was dripping down your legs. He even once cleaned his seed from you while you were riding his face, driving you insane.

A day before you had to leave, you two were watching a movie, at least for 20 minutes before you were bent over sucking him off.

His hand was on your head, pushing you down. You looked at him and licked his balls, making him moan and grunt. He was close to coming, and you wanted his cum in your mouth. You started to jack him off as you sucked his tip, feeling him twitch. But he stopped you, groaning when you removed your mouth off him.

— Ride my face while you suck me off. — God.

You quickly stood up, undressing yourself at the speed of light and straddled his head, feeling him grab your ass and bury his face in between your legs. You moaned when he started to lick you and put his finger inside you. You took his cock back in between your mouth, bobbing your head as he kept playing with your cunt.

You heard him grunt and felt him add another finger inside you, stretching you and making your moan around his cock.

You felt the build up in your stomach, you were close. You moved your hips faster over his face as you felt yourself getting closer.

— Juyeon… — You gasped, feeling your orgasm start to take control over you. — Oh, oh… — You moaned when you came, squirting on his face.

Juyeon was a thirsty man, and he only drank you more when he started to feel you coming. He was getting so close, and he just kept going.

You moved your hips over his face, moaning around his dick, making him twitch.

— Baby… — He grunted as he felt his balls tightening, making you hum, squeezing his cock with your lips. — Fuck... fuck. — Juyeon groaned when you let him slide deeper into your mouth, feeling yourself starting to gag.

He held you tighter by your hips and thrust inside your mouth, making you choke on his cock and tears stream from your eyes. You were going to swallow every single drop of him.

And he did it, he grunted and came again inside your mouth as he tongue fucked you.

You took your time to slowly take his cock out, kissing the tip before standing up and leaning down to kiss him. You wanted him to taste yourself mixed with his cum.

The taste of each other's cum made you instantly hornier. Juyeon made you suck on his tongue, moaning as you moved your hips alongside your head. Without s second thought, you lifted your hips a little, grabbing his cock and placing the tip over your entry.

— Wait. — Juyeon stood up and made you bend over the back of the couch, positioning himself behind you and rubbing his tip, teasing you.

You whined, moving you hips back so he could fuck you. He laughed and spanked you, just entering the tip of his cock before pulling down.

— What's going to happen after you leave? — He suddenly asked. God you didn't want to think about that, you just wanted his cock inside you. — Answer. — He grunted, spanking you again.

— Fuck, I... I have my own place, you can go whenever you want, and I'll... I'll try to come more often. — You whined, feeling him thrust into you slowly.

He bottomed you out, bending over to feel your boobs and play with your nipples. He made you arch your back to fit better and then started to fuck you.

— Is your place safe for us to keep doing this? — You agreed in a high-pitch tone. — Perfect, because I won't be able to keep my cock out of you when we reunite.

His hips resumed their work fucking you so hard your inner thighs were burning. You started to scream by the force his balls were slapping on your clit, turning around and pulling Juyeon down to kiss him.

During the night, it was obvious you two would miss each other by the way you were fucking. You were full of his cum again, bouncing on top of him while pinching your nipples.

— Fuck... Baby, I can't keep going. — Juyeon said, but that only made you adjust yourself so you could ride him faster, feeling your orgasm close.

Juyeon kept whining, not being able to hold his cum anymore. Luckily, that was what you needed to also cum.

You fell on top of him, too tired to clean and dress. Falling asleep with both his cum and cock inside you, just like the other nights.

The morning after, just as usual, he fucked you, but this time was different. He was being soft and gentle. Making out with you as his hips thrusted into you in such a loving way.

— I'll send you my schedules so you can visit me. — You told him, locking your legs around him.

Juyeon sucked on your tongue, feeling his orgasm closer and closer.

You were already missing him while making sure you didn't forget anything, even though you were tempted, just to have an excuse to turn the wheel and fuck again, and again, and again.

— Ready? — Juyeon walked towards you when you closed your trunk and kissed you hard. — Let me know when you get home.— He whispered over your mouth.

— Come with me, I've always wanted to do it in a car. — You pulled him down, pushing him against your car.

— That sounds really good, baby, but I have a job here. I'll make space for you, I promise.

You two made out a little more before pulling back. God you were going to miss him.

The drive back home was fast, not finding much traffic. Nia was already at your place when you arrived, hugging you tightly.

— For someone who witnessed her man with another woman, you look blissful. — You laughed at her comment.

Of course you told her everything about your hot neighbor and all the dirty things you two did.

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