#-things and drove him crazy with just how much he adores him and wants him to live and would do and sacrifice anything and he wouldn’t just

[fear-no-mort]

loving it keep it coming

[amourane]

innocent girl

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader x remus lupin

genre: smut, pwp

w/c: 1.8k

summary: you're so pure, so perfect, so innocent and sirius and remus just can't help but ruin you.

warnings: explicit sexual content, degradation, praise, oral (m. receiving), fingering, orgasm denial

a/n: please enjoy also haven't written smut in ages so i'm a bit rusty.

Sirius was so fucking horny. He didn’t know why. Maybe it's the short skirt you were wearing or the sleeveless top but something about you radiated sexy. There were times you would stretch your arms giving him a glance at your lacy baby pink bra. Even though you were too absorbed in the book you were reading to notice him staring, you were still beautiful. The thought simply drove him wild. 

Quite literally. 

"Siri, you okay?" Your voice was sugary sweet, the innocent smile on your face was so cute. If there was one thing he loved, it was you. You and your adorable virgin ass. He knew that you hadn’t slept with anyone. He’d heard you touch yourself only on one occasion and god did it make him hard. The fact that he knew was what drove him crazy. He knew he shouldn't be thinking these thoughts. But he couldn't help it. 

"Y/n," He whispered. "You're such a fucking tease you know that?" 

Your cheeks flushed red and you closed your book. "W-What?" 

"You heard me right, you're such a fucking tease, dressing like this." He thumbed your top, his hands slowly caressed your skin. "You're just begging to be fucked." His voice ghosted your skin and you shivered involuntarily.

“S-Siri w-what are you doing?” You nervously stuttered, not used to his actions. His warm palm rested on your knee. A warm feeling shot to your core. You gulped, not daring to move. 

Sirius kissed you. His plump lips moving against yours. It wasn’t soft. You could practically feel how needy he was. How much he wanted you. Your ex had only kissed you like this on one occasion and it wasn’t the best. But with Sirius it felt right. So right. Both of your tongues tangled with each other. You grasped at his shirt desperately. Sirius smirked, fingers threading through your hair. Your body felt as if it was on fire. Your core was burning and you clamped your thighs shut, rubbing them together. 

When you finally pulled away, your heart was racing. Sirius licked his lips. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips were cherry red. 

“Come here baby, I got something for you.” Sirius tugged you closer to him, you gasped when you felt his bulge through his jeans. You felt your panties beginning to grow wet. The thin fabric started to stick to your dripping folds. Sirius swiped his thumb over your pink lips. “Let’s see what your pretty mouth can do, hm?”

You watched, enraptured. The sight of his cock springing free and slapping his toned abdomen had your mouth watering. You looked up at Sirius on his bed, all he did was raise his eyebrows expectedly. Hesitantly, you slid your hands up his thighs, stroking his cock. A groan leaves his lips. You wrap your pink lips around the head, sucking gently. The moans that you managed to elicit from him had you sucking harder, a desperate determination to make him feel good.

“Fuck! Didn’t know you were such a slut for my dick huh Y/n?” He grinned wickedly, pushing you down on his cock. His eyes darkened. “Now, suck you brat.” The tone he used had your pussy clenching and you whimpered. 

You bob your head up and down taking him deeper. He thrusted harder while you tried not to choke when the tip hit the back of your throat. The feeling of his hips jutting upwards almost had you gagging. You look up at Sirius beneath your lashes, tongue swirling around. His eyes were shut, head thrown back, multiple curses leaving his throat. He looked so pretty and you couldn’t deny it when your heart raced faster.

You tried to pull back but his strong arms grabbed your head, shoving you deeper. You choked at the sudden movement but stayed where you were. Tears had started streaming down your face and you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. Sirius shouted a loud curse when your throat constricted around him. He stroked your hair, pushing you so your nose grazed his pubic bone. 

“So fuckin’ messy, look at you, dribbling on my cock like some desperate bitch in heat.”

The lewd sounds that filled the dorm made you feel hot. The heated pool down between your legs seemed to only grow. 

“Take me so well don’t you baby?” Sirius wiped the tears away from your face. His hips stuttered as your throat tightened once more. He could feel his high coming closer. He inhaled deeply. “You’ll be a good girl won’t you Y/n?” The innocent doe eyed look you provided him had his cock throbbing. You nodded, unable to say anything. 

Sirius smirked as he felt your tongue flick. The warmth and comfort of your mouth was fantastic. He gripped your head closer, moaning out your name. 

“F-Fuck, you’re so good at this. Fuckin’ filthy whore.” Sirius growled as he felt his stomach begin to coil. His cock twitched in your mouth. Hot white cum shot into your mouth and Sirius inhaled shakily, pulling on your hair. He jerked into your mouth a couple of times. You swallowed obediently. He pried open your jaw, satisfied when he saw it empty. 

“Such a good girl aren’t you? Swallowing and I didn’t even need to tell you to do so.”

“Having fun without me?” Your head whipped around. Quickly you scrambled off the floor, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You tried to dart away but Sirius grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap, your skirt riding up. Remus stood, leaning against the door with a smug grin on his face. He raised his eyebrows.

“Was just about to invite you, Moony.” Sirius traced patterns across your exposed skin. “Little Y/n here just couldn’t keep her hands off me, hm?” 

You didn’t have any words. “I-I...” Instead you looked down, not wanting to meet any of their gazes. You did have a crush on Sirius and Remus but you’d thought it was wrong, that it was disgusting. You had dismissed it as a platonic feeling for such a long time. They were your best friends after all. 

“Didn’t know you were such a dirty whore Y/n.” Remus smirked, kneeling down in front of you. His long fingers tilted your head to face him. “Does our little Y/n want me too?” 

Even though your throat still hurt from the blowjob you just gave Sirius, you nodded, too nervous to say anything. 

“We’ve got to make it quick, wouldn’t want Tom to catch us now would we?” Remus spat venomously.

You vaguely remembered telling your new friend that you had a charms assignment that was busting your ass and he had graciously offered to help you. 5:00 was the time both of you had arranged to meet in the library. You glanced at the clock on the wall. 4:50. 10 minutes. You gulped involuntarily. 

“What time were you meeting dear Tom again?” Sirius gripped your waist tightly, a sly smirk spread onto his face as you felt his fingers inch upwards. You mumbled under your breath. “I can’t hear you baby, you’ve got to speak up.”

“Five.” You shivered when his fingers ghosted your thigh. 

“We can get a lot of things done in ten minutes can’t we Padfoot?” You felt Remus’s arms wrap around your waist, his head nuzzling into your neck. “And we’ve got plenty of time after you come back.” His hands trailed down and up your skirt. You gasped when you felt his fingers press against your clit. 

Sirius tilted your head up to him. He pulled you forward into a searing kiss. Both your tongues fighting passionately. He grinded up into your hips. You squeaked into his mouth when you felt Remus push your panties aside, sliding a single finger through your folds. 

“Sweetheart you’re so wet.” He began to probe, slowly fingering you. “Aren’t you just a fucking slut.” He pumped his digits inside you easily.

You moaned. The names both of them called you had you dripping. Sirius’s lips moved faster against yours and you struggled to keep up. The feeling of Remus’s long slender fingers against your heated core, rubbing ever so gently, had you shuddering. You hadn’t ever felt this way, you’d only touched yourself a couple of times. 

Sirius broke away, plush lips ghosting your delicate skin. He traced his warm hands up your shirt. A little squeak of surprise left you when he cupped your breast. You didn't realise he had stripped your bra off until the cold air hits your skin. Remus curled his fingers and your reaction was immediate. You let out a breathy moan when you felt Sirius suck on your collarbone. Leaving a blooming red mark in his wake. His hot hands massaged your bare breasts.

“T-Time…” You resisted the urge to cry out in pleasure when Remus went faster. He reached the places your own fingers could never. You felt so overwhelmed, the first time having someone else’s touch on you. A gasp left your throat when you felt Sirius’s lips latch onto your nipple. 

“Love, we're not gonna stop until you cum.” Remus sneered, rubbing circles against your clit. “You better hurry, you wouldn't want to be late for Tom? What would he think of little sweet Y/n getting fucked by her two best friends, hm?” 

Your voice seemed to have disappeared, all you could manage was a bunch of blissful moans. 

“She doesn’t deserve to cum.” Sirius lightly nipped on your sensitive skin. “Been ignoring us for that no-good prick.” He sucked harder, rolling your nub between his tongue. You grinded down on Remus’ fingers, determined for your release. His fingers curled inside you as he scissored your tight cunt open. 

“P-Please...please.” You sobbed, senses overloading. A hot coil began to wrap itself around in your stomach. “I’ll do anything. Need to cum, please ‘m gonna cum.”

“Needy whore. Such a nasty cunt, you’re so pathetic dripping around my fingers.” Remus felt your pussy squeeze around your fingers. He smirked, licking a long stripe up your neck. “Like it when we call you names, isn’t that right?” He taunted, pinching your clit, plunging another finger inside you. The two of them kept their relentless attacks and you felt yourself coming closer to the edge. It would only take a few more seconds for you to fall. Just a few more.

Everything’s gone. 

Remus and Sirius grinned smugly at your worn out body on the bed. Your whole body was tingling with the newfound sensation. Every single part of you felt like it was about to burst and it was taken away from you.

“Gotta go meet Tom now, pretty girl.” Remus chuckled as he licked his fingers. “A shame when we could’ve taught you everything you needed to know.”

You opened your mouth in protest but their harsh gazes were too much and you gulped your words back down, pulling your clothes back onto your body.

“Hurry back to us, little one.” Sirius muttered as you left their dorm and he delivered a firm smack to your ass. “Can’t wait to finish what we started.”

[thewulf]

It Matters || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - I was thinking of a jake x reader fic, were the reader believes her opinion doesn't matter because thats all she heard her entire childhood and once jake realizes that or she tells him he starts asking for her opinion, encouraging her to talk more and goes out his way to ask her stuff he already knows.

A/N: Shorty but a goodie. Thank you for the request!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 1,400k +

Jake stopped pushing the cart in front of him looking over the options the store had provided. When he couldn’t decide he turned to you who stood behind him waiting, “What do you think darlin’?” He asked hoping to bring you out of your thoughts you seemed to be stuck in.

You shook your head, “I don’t mind. You can pick what you want.” You gave him a reassuring smile as he looked over the boxed macaroni and cheese choices. He’d noticed it quickly but never said much about your aversion to deciding. It’s not that you couldn’t it’s that you were almost afraid to make the decision. Were you worried about making the wrong one? Were you afraid he’d be upset? Whatever it was he decided he needed to help. He didn’t want to press you but he wanted to see if he could try. So, if you couldn’t make a big decision he’d help you make smaller ones.

You watched as he grabbed two boxes before walking over to you, “I can’t decide. What do you think darlin’? White or sharp cheddar?” He held them up for you to take a look.

You shrugged, “I really don’t mind Jake.”

He smiled a touch, “But you have a preference, I know you do.”

“So do you.” You raised your eyebrows as if to challenge him. One of the things he’d quickly fallen for about you. As much as he loved how damn stubborn you were he didn’t enjoy when he was on the receiving end.

He shook his head, “Afraid I don’t sweetheart. Going to need you to decide. My brain’s fried. Mav’s got us doing all kinds of crazy shit in training.”

Your eyes lowered at him, “If I must. Let’s do the white cheddar.”

He smiled really big at that, “Now that wasn’t so hard was it darlin’?” His smirk that drove you mad, in a good way of course, came out.

“No.” You rolled your eyes before meeting his stride. Jake decided not to push any further at the store casually trying to get your opinion on things when he saw an opening. He adored everything about you and only wanted the best.

When it came time to settle in for the night you joined Jake on the couch. He scrolled through the endless catalogue of Netflix shows that seemed to going and going. He pulled you to his side right as you sat down on the couch wanting you by his side.

“Any show you want to start?” He asked without much thought. When you tensed up in his arms he knew there was something so much more than what you were letting on. Maybe it wasn’t his place to push but he truly just wanted to help.

You shook your head quickly, “Oh no, you can put on whatever you’d like.” You were watching the television and not him, so you didn’t notice the saddened look he was giving you. When the channel didn’t change for a moment to long you looked up to him.

“Why do you do that?” He asked with that same look.

Genuinely confused you just looked at him, “Do what?”

He gave you a tight squeeze knowing what he was about to do, pry into a part of your life you kept hidden for one reason or another, “You always deflect darlin’.” Short and sweet and to the point.

You creased your eyebrows in wonder, did you? You thought back on the last three months of dating him and you did exactly that. Had you always done that? You sat there in bemusement of your own account before you felt Jake’s gentle squeeze on your shoulder.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or press you sweetheart. I just want to make sure you are alright?” It came out more of a question.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I guess I never really realized.” You bit down on your cheek processing his words. It dawned on you just how often you did this with everybody and everything. You were passive. Allowed people to walk all over you. It’s not like you had an awful childhood either, no, not in the slightest. You were just one of six children. Fourth in line and the third daughter. You were a joy but nothing more, nothing less. You weren’t special. You didn’t stand out from any of your brothers or sisters. You got average grades and did well in a few sports you ended up dropping out of. You were just kind of there. A secondary character in everybody’s lives.

It happened over time. You never had you opinion be known. You learned from an early age it was best to just sit down and shut the hell up. That way your mother wouldn’t tell you to shush, and your father wouldn’t throw an angry glare in your direction. It wasn’t just you they did this too. No, your entire family felt the ire of your parents desire. They wanted you to look the part of the happy little perfect family for all the pretentious faces of your city to see. That’s why you didn’t think anything of it. Your brothers and sisters were treated the same way. You weren’t really allowed to have an opinion on things. The concept felt eerily foreign to you.

To make matters worse you followed your father’s footsteps right into the military. The second you turned eighteen you enlisted in the Navy. You weren’t really allowed to have an opinion in this line of work too. It was best to do as you did before, sit down and shut up. Take the orders, do the job, and move on. That’s what you were good at. It’s like your father had trained you from a young age to act a certain way. But the curse turned to a blessing once you met Jake in flight school. You’d been fast friends for a long two years before he decided to make a move on you after the mission at Top Gun. He realized life was short and took the leap. And you were sure glad he did. You’d loved him from the moment you met him. You’d take him as friend or a lover. And you were rather thankful it was the former.

“Really?” He asked pressing his luck just a little further.

You nodded, “My father is military too. We were raised a certain way… very strict. We weren’t exactly allowed to voice our thoughts.” Not elaborating any further you tore your eyes away feeling a flush of embarrassment rip right on through you.

“You know that’s not right? It’s okay to have an opinion. I want you to have opinions! I want to make you happy.” You felt him wrap his arm around you waist giving it a gentle squeeze for some form of comfort.

“I just didn’t think it mattered. My voice never mattered.” You whispered feeling awfully vulnerable as his eyes bore into your side.

He answered quickly, “It matters. Darlin’ your voice matters so much, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, “I can’t… I can’t guarantee I’ll be perfect though Jake. I’ve never had a say. It’s always been told to me. I’m so sorry.”

He grabbed your chin and gently lifted it to look at him. It was agonizing to watch the inner turmoil from your head play out in front of him, “Please don’t apologize. I understand. And if I don’t I’ll try too. I want you to know how much I love you darlin’. I care about what you think. I want to get and do things that make you happy too.”

Your eyes went wide just as his did, “You love me?” He’d never said it out loud before, but he’d loved you for a long time, long before you’d been dating.

“I do.” He nodded knowing he wasn’t going to back out of it. He’d refrained from saying it so he wouldn’t scare you away really. He would’ve told you the night of your first date had he known you wouldn’t have run away. But he knew you. Knew how timid you could be about relationships and feelings. He’d watch you from afar as you tiptoed around these kinds of things in the past.

“That’s good.” You nodded not letting your eyes break from his.

You felt a rumble from his chest and heard a laugh bubble up, “Is that so?”

“Yeah.” You grinned.

“And why’s that?” He pressed as his lips inched closer to yours.

“Because I love you too.” It was almost silent as closed the distance between the two of you. The kiss was different. A little more passionate. Filled with a touch more understanding. He smiled when he pulled back studying your sweet face. He’d successfully knocked another block down from the wall that was slowly crumbling down at his efforts.

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[romanarose]

Misunderstanding

Marc Spector x fem!reader

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Summary: When the boys come home early and see boxes all packed and furniture on the street, Marc jumps to the worst option. Clearly, you're leaving him.

Warnings: PIV sex, wall sex, oral f!recieving, manhandling, rough needy smut but loving and passionate, anxiety attack, Marc's self loathing but reader adores him. Calling Marc all kinda of cute nick names.

Immersability: Reader is fem, afab. Reader can be largly supported against the wall by Marc's strong arms <3

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Chaos made Marc anxious.

So, that’s why you decided to do spring cleaning while he and the boys were at work, hoping to get most of it done before the boys returned from work. What threw all your plans out of whack was a chance spotting on facebook marketplace. The prettiest furniture you’ve ever seen in your life was for fucking free. The owners were cleaning out the house from their mom who just passed, and just wanted the furniture to go to someone who’d love it like their mom did. And boy did you love it. The style was French Louis XVI. Fucking beautiful. So, you were making room. 

A lot was going to be given away with permission from your boys, and you’d be doing a lot of reorganizing of Steven’s books. A lot of trash, oh my god so much trash. Marc sure did love take out, even if it drove Jakey crazy. Then your old furniture was hauled out into the street for the garbage on tuesday, or some desperate soul. You hadn’t quite gotten to organizing Steven’s books and papers, but the trash was picked up, floors swept and mopped, and the old furniture was out. You needed to pick up your dream furniture, so you hopped into your car.

Steven was elated he got to go home early. It was only an hour, but that’s an hour more with you!!! You loved extra time with you!! There was a spring in his step, happily humming along to some song on Jake’s playlist on their phone. 

Until he saw it.

‘Aye, ¿que es?’ Jak asked, interrupting Steven’s happy thoughts.

Marc. ‘Is that… our furniture?’ 

“Oh my god…” Steven murmurs, slowing his steps. All their things were on the street.

‘She’s leaving us.’

“Oh, will you calm the hell down.” But Steven was a little nervous. He walks up the apartment stairs, ready to find you and get it all sorted out but… you weren’t there. The place looked so bare, so empty… The pictures on the walls were taken down, all the memories together, clothes were half-sorted in the bedroom and sheets off the bed…

You were gone. You didn’t want them anymore.

Marc took the body, pulling out his phone and calling you multiple times, but you went straight to voicemail.

“She’s done with us” Marc groans, backing against the wall. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

‘Mate, you need to calm down’ Steven tried to assure Marc, but he was nervous too.

Marc slid down the wall, beginning to panic. “Not this again…”

Jake and Steven attempted to tell him there’s another reason, logically.

‘She wouldn't just us… leave us’ Jake insisted. ‘She’s not like that. She’d tell us if there was an issue.’

None of this helped calm Marc, and he mentally checked out, sitting against the wall on the floor staring out the window.

That’s how you found Marc, dissociating and mentally checked out when you got home.

“Marcy Marc? Baby? Are you okay?” You toss your keys onto the counter and approach him, but stop when he suddenly jerks towards you like a scared animal.

Marc looks up, eyes wide and mouth agape as he scrambles to stand up. “Holy shit, you’re here…” He mutters, dashing over to you. “Baby, whatever it is, I swear to god I’ll fix it-” Marc hugs you so tightly it knocks the breath out of you with the force of him, strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Normally, you loved his bear hugs, they made you feel safe and oh-so loved, but right now his actions warned you he was upset. You always knew when your man was in distress, even when he tried to hide it. He wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry-”

You hug him right back. “Marc, honey, what’s going on? You didn’t do anything wrong.” That you know of, but honestly you couldn’t foresee Marc, Jake or Steven doing anything bad enough for you to be upset about. Only thing would be… Gently, so he knows you aren’t rejecting his affection, you nudge him away so you can look in his eyes. However, you keep hold on his arms. Marc’s love language was physical touch, so you always showed your love to him this way.

“Baby…” You look into his eyes, keeping your tone and facial expressions soft. “Have you heard from Khonshu lately?”

Confusion spreads on Marc’s face, his already large eyes widening. “No! Nonononono is that what this is about? You thought I was with Khonshu again?”

You were confused too. “I didn’t think anything was happening until I came home and you were against the wall. Marc, sweetheart.” You search his face for answers. “Can you just tell me what’s going on? I’m confused.”

He sputters a bit, trying to find the words. “Y-you’re leaving! You’re leaving us…”

You blink at him. “Huh? I’m not leaving you, god Marc, whatever got you this worked up? Sweetie, I’ve never been happier than with you three…”

“The furniture is on the street… Things are packed up… And, and and- the pictures! The pictures, they’re are taken down, our whole life together is off the walls-”

Ah. “Marc…” You realize what happened now. “Oh sweetheart, sweetie pie… I’m not leaving you. I’m doing spring cleaning. Remember, last week we went over what I could give away?”

The recognition slowly starts to spread across his face. “But… the pictures…”

“I took them down to wash the walls.”

“Oh… and the furniture?” It was beginning to click for him. This was all a misunderstanding.

You smile softly. “I found the coolest furniture. Steven will love it.”

He blinked. And again. “So… you don’t hate me?”

Your heart nearly broke at his words. “Oh Marc, no!” You gather him up in your arms again. “My sweet, sweet man I could never!”

You see his lip quiver a bit, but instead of crying Marc crashes his mouth into yours, large hands groping at your body with a fevur, like he couldn't believe you were real, that you were still here, still wanted him.

And he needed you.

“C’mere-” He grunted, gripping your asscheeks and pulling you towards him as he kisses you, mouth claiming yours in desperation.

Instantly you were filled with desire; Marc tended to do that to you. He was so handsome, so kind, so gentle you couldn’t help giving your all to him right away. Marc backed you up against the wall, the hand behind your head preventing you from smacking it against the plaster. He always looked out for you like that. You could feel his hardness as his wide hips ground into you, his plump pressed stomach against yours. You love how he’s softened, still so strong, but the safety of your home and the very idea that he wasn’t on the run and living in storage units… His body felt as safe as his mind did.

Marc’s mouth consumed you, licking into your mouth as his knee rid up between your legs. In loose, thin basketball shorts you felt his thick, manly thighs and sigh and pleasure.

“Marc…” You moan for him, unable to control the sounds of pleasure from escaping your mouth as you work yourself on his body. Hitching a leg up against his side, you cling to Marc for stability as he uses his grip on your ass for leverage, dragging you up and down on him. Marc’s kisses are insatiable, you feel as if he is attempting to breathe you in with heavy pants, kissing your lips and neck. Your face is wet from the open-mouth kisses.

Suddenly, and without warning, just as you are approaching the precipice humping his thigh, Marc pulls away and for a moment you think he got in his own head again, but then you are turned, face pressed against the wall but not painfully. Marc pulls your hips out, bends down to pull down your shorts and fucking picks you up by your pressed together legs to pull the shorts away. If that wasn’t sexy enough, he then kicks apart your ankles forcing your legs open. You aren’t even sure when Marc undid his pants, but before you know it, he is thrusting into your pliant and waiting body.

“M-Marc…” You repeat, his name the only thing on your mind is his name and his cock. Okay and maybe his hand wrapping around your front and snaking up your body. He plays with your grunts, grunting with his breaths hot against your ear and in time to the slamming thrusts of his hips. You brace against the wall, pushing your ass out more to take more of his length inside you.

“Thought I lost you…” He mutters, face tucked into your neck. 

“Never, never Ma- AH!” You cry out when he  squeezes a tit hard, pressing bruises through your shirt. “You-mmmph-you’re stuck with me.”

He pounds your core, rough thrusts mixed with soft kisses. You tilt your head back, desperate for his mouth, his love, his affection yours. He obliges, always knowing what you need and meeting your mouth to sloppily make out with you like horny teenagers. It was needy, it was desperate, it was Marc’s complete and utter relief that he was not going to be left shattered. He filled you over and over and again, the fat tip of his cock pressing up against that beautiful spot inside you. When you came, it was hard, pulsing on his cock again and again and again. Marc wrapped his arm under your middle as your legs began to feel like jell-o. 

“Mine.” He growls, spilling his cum inside you. “Fucking mine. Don’t every fucking scare me like that again.”

You want to tell him you didn’t that he jumped to his own conclusions but you were barely standing when he twirled you around again. Dropping to his knees, Marc looked up at you, large and wet brown eyes gazing at you in adoration. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful…

“I won’t…” You whisper down to his hopeful face. “I promise. I love you so much.”

With a relieved look on his face, Marc smiles at you and god is it nice to see him smile. “I love you too, baby.” With that, he hitches a leg over his shoulder and dives into your pussy. Between his cum and yours, it’s a mess down there and that’s further evidenced by the absolutely obscene sounds coming from his mouth as he sluuuurped up the evidence of your time together. Marc was eager, eating his own cum out of you while keeping your supported against the wall. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall. His tongue swirled against your clit, making you buck against him so one hand pinned your hips to the wall. He ate like this was his last meal, like his salvation came from your pleasure.

When he sucked on the sensitive nub, you cry out his name and dig your fingers into Marc’s dark curls, keeping him close to you. As if he’d ever leave. You were close again, the whirling swirling feeling deep inside you continuing to build like a twister into a tornado as you chant Marc, Marc, Marc like the repetition of a Rosary. His tongue flicked inside you, one hand keeping you upright against the wall and the other playing with your clit, making you come apart directly into his mouth.

You pull on his hair so hard you worry you’re hurting him but the way Marc shoves his face into you even harder spurs you on. You can hear and feel him moaning into you as he laps up your release, a soft mmmmmm reverbating against your pussy and prolonging it as you ride his face. Your left leg is so tired, so sore, starting to wobble and Marc notices as he finally pulls away. Marc helps you slide down the wall, landing you safely on your bottom.

On his hands and knees, Marc Spector crawls to you, kissing your lips tenderly but you can see his own exhaustion too. Cupping his face in both your hands, you kiss Marc as you lay him down on your naked lap. You’re surprised with how quickly Marc’s full lashes flutter closed, his head resting between the crux of your thigh and stomach.

You play with his hair. He seems so tired, today must’ve taken it out of him. After a whole day of work, coming home to thinking you were gone. You know how anxiety can physically drain you.

“That really scared you, huh?” You say, petting him like a cat. You swear you can hear him pur.

Marc talks soft, sleepy, eyes never opening. “Yeah. Thought I lost you… I can’t do that.”

“I’ll never leave you, sweetie. And I’d certainly never leave like that… But I know how anxiety can be.”

His voice was groggy with sleep, quiet and muttered. “Yeah, it fuck’n sucks.” 

You can’t help but chuckle. “It does, baby, it does. But I’m here, and I ain’t going nowhere. Can’t get rid of me if you tried, Spector.”

He hums constantly, and in another moment, Marc is snoring softly. He’s so cute.

Then, he’s snoring loudly.

Why didn’t Steven and Jake snore? Made no fucking sense.

Sighing, you settle back against the wall and maneuver enough to grab your shorts without waking your sleeping, tuckered out little boyfriend. You pull out your phone, take a few cute pictures (some with flowery or silly snapchat filters) then go play Candy Crush. He needed to rest.

Mostly, because he had a long day and was so so adorable when he was sleeping even if he was loud as all goddamn hell.

But also, you still had several pieces of furniture sitting in your car and there was no way you were going to move all of them yourself.

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[beanthesprout]

Something New

Bucky Barnes x fem reader

Summary: You and Bucky had been dating for awhile, but had agreed to take things slow as it had been a long time since he'd been in a relationship. One night, things get a little heated.

Warnings: grinding, cursing, cunnilingus

Sorry if it's not very good lol, my first time writing smut

You were snuggled up together in his bed, your laptop balanced in his lap playing a movie. But you weren't paying attention to the movie.

All you could think about was Bucky. His eyes, his jawline, his hair, his arms, everything. You adored that man so much.

You looked up at his face, he was relaxed, focused on the movie. His thumb stroking your shoulder absently.

"Buck." You whispered.

"Hm?" He looked down at you.

Your eyes were pleading, "Can I kiss you?"

He smiled softly before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, you reached a hand up to cup his face and kissed him back. Bucky deepened the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip.

You outright whined when his tongue slipped into your mouth, which made him groan. His metal hand moving to rest on your thigh.

The kiss got heated fast, and the next thing you knew, Bucky had pulled you up onto his lap so you were straddling him. You felt a tinge of excitement at this new position. You two had made out before, but not like this. You just hoped it wasn't too fast for him.

His fingers slipped under your shirt, brushing where the waistband of your pajama shorts met skin. The difference between warm fingers and cool metal sent shivers up your spine.

You twined your fingers through his hair, giving it a small tug, which made him let out a small moan. You felt heat begin to pool in your underwear.

Bucky was such a quiet person, so you loved that he made little noises when the two of you were kissing, like the very touch of you drove him crazy. But you'd never heard him actually moan. It made you want to hear it again.

You gently rolled your hips into his, he paused and pulled back.

"Shit Bucky I'm sorry was that too much?"

"Do that again." He commanded.

"What?"

"Do it again." His hands had come to rest on your hips.

Experimentally, you ground against him again. A little harder this time. Bucky sucked in a breath.

"Do you want me to keep going?" You asked quietly. Bucky nodded.

So you rolled your hips against him again. Grinding against him, drawing out moans not only from you but from him as well.

Moments later he was rolling his own hips into you, clothed cock grinding against you in all the right ways. Curses began to fall from your lips. Mumbles of how good it felt like blessings to his ears.

You dropped your head to hide in his shoulder.

"No. No I want to see you," he growled out, "I want to see the face you make."

So slowly you lifted your head back up locking eyes with him as you ground against him again.

"Fuck." He whispered.

He leaned forward, his mouth attacking your neck, determined to leave marks on you. You'd been moaning his name, Bucky, this entire time. But when his mouth hit that one sensitive little spot, you couldn't stop yourself.

"James." You gasped out.

His fingers dug into your hips, dragging you down, making you grind against him harder.

"Keep saying my name like that baby."

And so you did. You gasped and moaned his name over and over as the coil in your belly grew too tight until suddenly, you snapped. You cried out, trembling against him as he kept dragging you over his crotch until you were done. And then he let out a loud moan, lifting his hips into you a few more times before stilling.

"Shit Bucky." You panted.

He lifted his face from your neck, also panting lightly.

"We're doing that again. Soon."

You nodded in agreement, shifting and wincing at the mess you'd made of yourself. Bucky likely wasn't very comfortable either.

You lifted yourself off of him, noticing the large wet spot on his crotch.

"I'm gonna go clean myself up." You chuckled, starting to slide off the bed.

His arm shot out to grab yours, "Or you could let me do it." There was a nervous smile on his face.

"You sure? I don't want to do too much too fast."

"I'm sure."

"Ok."

He got up, gently pushing you back down on the bed before kneeling between your thighs. His fingers rested on the waistband of your shorts.

"It's been awhile doll, so forgive me if I'm not very good."

With one pull he took off your shorts and underwear, dropping them on the floor and staring at your heat.

He licked your thighs first, cleaning off the slick that'd made its way on them earlier. Biting and sucking along his way, leaving purple marks all over.

You were propped up on your elbows, watching him closely, heart pounding.

He glanced up at you when he came to your pussy before licking a stripe up your folds. You gasped.

His mouth came to rest over your clit and he began to suck, his tongue coming to swipe over it. You moaned loudly, your thighs trembling.

He moved, tongue swiping through your folds before slowly pushing into you. You gripped the sheets, praises and curses spilling from your lips.

He groaned when you said his name again, the vibrations delicious. He began to tongue fuck you, delving in as deep as he could before pulling out again and then pushing right back in. His thumb coming up to rub circles on your clit.

You panted, hips desperately grinding against his face as he worked.

He was already pushing you so close to the edge.

"M close James. So close. Please. Please." You cried out.

Bucky moved faster, trying to drive you off the edge. It wasnt very long before you snapped, cum covering Bucky's face.

He pulled back, licking his lips. His cheeks and chin were covered in your slick.

"Seems like you just made an even bigger mess." You grinned, still coming down from your high. He wiped his face on his tshirt

"Fraid so doll." He grinned back before moving to kneel over you and press a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on him.

"Stay here." He murmured when he pulled back, and left the room to return with a wet washcloth, wiping you up.

The two of you changed clothes before you went back to Bucky's room and snuggled up together to watch another movie.

"I love you." He said as he kissed your head.

"I love you too Buck." You replied, snuggling closer into his side.

He smiled before hitting play on the movie.

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

WARNING ⚠️ Strabo Plinth is a horrible father with outdated views and doesn't care about the Reader. Obsessive! Coriolanus, Reader's over everyone's bull crap (as she should be)

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When your parents told you about your brother's death, you were heartbroken and stunned. You always knew that Sejanus was a revolutionary; wanted to change the world, but you never thought that he'd align himself in a rebel plot while a peacekeeper in 12. He was supposed to be enlisting to be a medic, not to join the locals in attempted uprisings.

But that wasn't the worst part about his death.

No.

No, the worst part was how your father, Strabo Plinth, decided to bypass you, act like you were never born, and make Coriolanus Snow his heir.

Your father set Coriolanus Snow as heir to the Plinth fortune all because he was your brother's best friend, his brother, and always looked out for him. Never mind the fact that you're Strabo’s own flesh and blood. Since you're a female, the weaker sex, you were cast aside in favor of Coriolanus.

A strong, cunning, handsome young man that your father wanted to replace your brother with.

It made you sick.

Especially since your family decided to move into Coriolanus’ building (after buying the damn thing and ensuring that the platinum blonde boy's family wouldn't be evicted) on the floor right below his.

Hell, your Ma was acting like a damn maid for Coriolanus’ grandmother, Grandma’am Snow, and it drove you insane. Your mother was being so sweet and helpful, cleaning the penthouse for the Snows and the old woman seemed to turn her nose down at your Ma because of her district 2 blood. Well, your father's money was good enough for the Snows despite his District 2 blood.

And you, well, you tried to steer clear of the Snow family as much as you possibly could. Especially Coriolanus since you just couldn't handle how he was replacing your brother in your family's life; stealing your inheritance and any possible future you could've had for yourself. He'll be the one running Plinth Munitions (headquartered in your native District 2) while you'll be cut out of the family.

No, now your future is whatever man your father arranges for you to marry. You can only pray that he picks somebody you can tolerate, perhaps even fall in love with.

But you doubt he'll do that. You know that your father will match you with a rich man.

And from what you've seen of Capitol marriages (including your parents’) love is never shown. Never an important part of the equation.

The only important part’s money and alliances.

And since your family's new money, well you just know that your father's going to use your youthful beauty to solidify a spot in an affluent old money family.

Lucky you…

Even though you can't stand Coriolanus Snow, you’re still polite and cordial with him. But you didn't say more than a simple sentence to him before making a lame excuse to leave his presence.

That, unknown to you, baffled Coriolanus. Your mother adores him, your father felt that he was a great young man, and your late brother view him as, well, a brother.

But you…

No, you couldn't stand to be around him for more than a minute or so. Always, albeit politely, rushing off and away from him. As if his mere presence disgusted you. What was it about him that you found appalling?

Was it his smell? Did you not like roses? Or was it his tall, athletic build? Did his long legs and sinewy muscles turn you off since you're of District 2 birth? Would you rather spend time with a tan skinned, stocky boy- someone with the looks of a person from 2? Was it his icy blue eyes or nearly white blonde hair, just like his late father's, that made you back away from him? Did you want to look at a man with big brown eyes and dark near black hair- like the ones from 2?

What was it about him that made you run? Not knowing the answer was driving Coriolanus crazy. So, because he needed to know why you couldn't stand him, albeit in a polite way, he decided that he was going to turn the tides and make you genuinely like him- even if it's the last damn thing he does.

You will genuinely like him; he'll make sure of it. Even if it kills him to do it, you're going to be kissing his feet in genuine adoration when he's through with you.

You’re in the kitchen with Ma, helping her bake one of her famous blueberry pies, whenever you hear the distinct click-clanking of floor shines against the marble floor.

Floor shines that belong to Coriolanus Snow.

“Ma, is Y/N helping you bake this afternoon?” You heard the blonde, who was your father's replacement heir since you had a cunt and couldn't be the spare, ask as he walked into the room.

Why couldn't he just entertain himself with your Pa in the study, drinking brandy and smoking cigars? Did he just have to come into the kitchen, the one safe space you and Ma had in this Corso apartment- hell in this Capitol filled life? The fact that Coriolanus was in the kitchen, schmoozing your mother and giving her a warm hug, acting as if he was her son, made you sick.

Sej, your older brother by 13 months, always gave Ma hugs and peppered her cheeks with kisses every time he fled your father's study; his harsh lessons about running the District 2 munitions company, for the safe haven of helping her in the kitchen. Your big brother, who was so sweet and pure hearted; kind and selfless, always loved to help your Ma in the kitchen. In fact, baking in the kitchen was a bonding experience between Sejanus, Ma, and you.

You had so many good memories of helping Ma bake with Sej. You'll be damned if you just stand back and let Coriolanus wiggle is way into the kitchen and taint the precious memories you have of your big brother, you, and Ma baking in your old apartment’s mediocre kitchen.

A kitchen that was nothing compared to the one you're currently standing in, here in the prestigious Corso apartment your father dragged your family to in order to save the Snows from financial ruin, but you'd give anything to be back in that simple kitchen with your brother. You'd gladly trade this large state of the art kitchen you're currently in with Ma and Coriolanus if it meant you’d be able to have one more moment with Sejanus and your Ma back home in the kitchen that held so much warmth and joy in it.

No matter how much Ma tries, the kitchen you're currently in just doesn't feel cozy and warm. Maybe it's because of the lack of Sejanus or maybe it's because it's too large with neutral colors and decor- who knows. But what you do know is that even with Ma setting up her little corner in the kitchen with her birdie knickknacks and ‘Home Sweet Home’ mountain landscape cross-stitch your auntie sent her years ago as a gift, the kitchen is still ice cold.

“Y/N is a natural in the kitchen; she's always helping me bake this or cook that.” Ma warmly told Coriolanus, giving him a bright, motherly smile. A smile that was silently encouraging him to make a move on you.

Unknown to you and Coriolanus, Ma desperately wanted you two together. She saw the potential for love to blossom and bloom between you two.

If only Ma knew that Coriolanus was already becoming obsessed with you, merely because he wanted you to notice him. To like him. That for months now, you've plagued his every thought.

Or maybe Ma did know, in a roundabout way, that the platinum blonde boy had his icy baby blues on her daughter, who seemed indifferent to his charm due to grief and mourning.

“Really?” Coriolanus asked, a large predatory smile on his perfectly sculpted face. “I knew that Sejanus helped, but not that Y/N did as well.”

At the mention of your brother's name, you felt like you're going to be sick. So, you quickly excused yourself and bolted from the room.

Coriolanus watched you dash off, a hint of worry in his eyes.

What did he do or say to make you scurry off? It has to be his smell or his looks. It just had to be, since he's never done or said anything rude to you.

Why can't you stand to be around him? What does he have to do to make you see him as a god instead of a disgusting hindrance?

Ma let out a small sigh, only to abandon the pie on the table and go over to Coriolanus. Rubbing his back in a motherly fashion, she told the boy, who was her son's only friend; who she took under her wing as if he was her own, “Y/N hasn't been dealing with Sejanus' death very well.” Ma’s rounded face, usually so cheerful, fell as she explained, “Sejanus had you as a friend, but Y/N doesn't have any friends. She only had Sejanus and now that he's gone…”

“She doesn't have to be alone, Ma. I'll be her friend.” Coriolanus assured your mother, all the while feeling pity for you because, well, you were all alone. It's sad that you didn't have a friend.

Everyone needs friends.

“I've been trying to win her over, but I guess I'll just have to try harder.” Coriolanus charmingly told Ma, giving her a dazzling smile.

Ma only hoped that he could charm you into friendship, maybe more, before your father arranged a marriage contract for you. She knew that he was looking for a husband for you. Maybe if he saw Coryo, his late son's best friend, making you happy he'd approach him about taking your hand in marriage.

A mother could only dream.

If only Strabo Plinth looked at you with love and not as a disdain because you were born with a cunt and not a cock. Honestly, your father could've made Coriolanus his heir by arranging a match between the two of you, but he didn't. No, he cut you out of the family in all, but name, and gave everything, but the family name, to Coriolanus.

Strabo viewed Coriolanus Snow as his pseudo-son and you’re just the daughter he needed to get rid of, with a marriage, as soon as you graduated from the Academy in 4 months time.

Yes, your expiration date as a single young woman's coming up fast.

But there's nothing that you, your mother, or even Coriolanus can do about it. Because, despite being from District 2, Strabo Plinth has more money than the gods; can do whatever the hell he wants. And if he wants to marry his daughter off before the ink on her Academy diploma’s dry, then so be it.

You’re sitting on the window settee, idly looking down at the city below, whenever your bedroom door creaks open. Without turning your attention away from the window, you sigh, “I don't wanna talk right now, Ma. I just want to be alone for a little while.”

But instead of a soft, but warm, ‘Yes, sweetheart.’, followed by the sound of the door closing- which always happens when you tell Ma you want your space, you instead receive a rich baritone telling you, “I'm not Ma and I'm sorry, but I can't leave you alone right now.”, as the distinct sound of floor shines click-clanking against the floor echoes in the air.

Of course, Coriolanus Snow came running after you.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You didn't dare look at the man who smelled like roses, dressed in one of his signature red suits, as he made his way over to you. You didn't utter a word as he sat down next to you, his weight causing the window settee to dip slightly.

You were content to ignore him, but he was determined to make you notice him. Coriolanus took your hand in his, only to say, “It's okay to miss Sejanus. I still miss him too, but you can't let yourself drown in your grief. Your brother would want you to keep living.”

His words pissed you off. Who was he to tell you such things?

Yanking your hand out of his so fast, as if his touch was hot flames licking at your skin, you snapped, “Don't you dare lie to my face about missing my brother when you're making out like a bandit from his death by replacing him; stealing his life!” You continued to stare out the window as you harshly told Coriolanus, “Save your charm cause it won't work with me. You're the heir to the Plinth fortune, my brother's replacement, so there's no need to butter me up like a biscuit.”

“I'm not trying to butter you up, darling.” Coriolanus told you, his voice smooth like velvet, as his long fingers wrapped themselves around your chin. Turning your head; making you look at him, he swore, “I'm not trying to replace your brother, Y/N.” Coriolanus' long, cold as ice, fingers gently stroked your chin. “I never expected that Strabo would reward me for being Sejanus' best friend by naming me heir; buying my family's building, and moving his family into the floor beneath my penthouse, but he did.”

You smacked his hand away, only to turn your head back to the window. “Save your lies for someone gullible enough to believe them.”

“Y/N-”, Coriolanus started, concern and confusion reflecting in his baby blues, while reaching out for you.

You didn't let him finish whatever he was going to say. Scooting away from him, and bumping your shoulder into the wall the window settee was next to, you scoffed, “Don't act like you care about me when you don't. You never seemed to notice me before, but now that Sej’s dead and you've managed to replace him in my parents' lives you suddenly know I exist.” Refusing to look at him, you carried on with, “You don't need me to have tea with you or fake giggle at whatever you say, Coriolanus. You're the heir, not me. My parents love you, not me.” You felt tears begin to tickle the brim of your eyes as you bitterly spat out, in a near whisper, “If anyone should be kissing anyone's ass it should be me. I should be kissing your ass for a piece of the Plinth family fortune, for a place in my own family.”

Coriolanus’ brows furrowed as your words washed over him. Were things really that bad between you and your parents? Sejanus rarely talked about you, other than to complain like a typical older brother does, but he thought he would've mentioned some kind of rift between you and your parents. Sejanus had no problems telling Coriolanus about how he was a disappointment to Strabo, because of his views, so why wouldn't he have said anything about your issues with your parents?

He's seen how warm and loving of a mother Ma is with you, surely your feelings of rejection can't be because of her. Were they because of your father? Did you fear that you weren't good enough because Strabo named him heir of your family's fortune?

Yes, that had to be it.

“I'm sorry that you're upset about Strabo naming me heir; replacing Sejanus and overlooking you.” Coriolanus apologized for something he had no hand in. Well, in a way he did have a hand in it since it was him selling out Sejanus that got him hanged for reason and in turn made Strabo name him heir to the Plinth family. But Coriolanus refused to take ownership of his part in it, in taking your inheritance. To him, well, it wasn't his fault your father chose to name him heir.

After months of trying to get you to notice him, Coriolanus has grown quite obsessed with you. He needs your attention. He has to have you see him as more than a parasite that's living off your family's fortune. Coriolanus needs you to see him as somebody to be with.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. Yes, it was a brilliant way to win you over, make you notice him and want to be around him.

“How about I talk to Strabo, see if he could perhaps make us split heirs? Would that settle your worries; make you see me as a friend?” Coriolanus offered, thinking that it'd make you like him.

“Talk to him all you want, Coriolanus, but you'll just be wasting your breath. You've got a cock and I got a cunt, my father's never going to name me split heir of the Plinth family fortune with you because I'm not worthy of it.” You bluntly remarked, not caring anymore if you sound rude or uncouth.

Coriolanus just blinked at your words. Well, he wasn't expecting you to tell him that. Now, that explains why you avoid him. You're lonely and resentful due to Sejanus' death and his sudden appearance on your family.

Looks like he’ll just have to make you split heir another way…

“I didn't know that Strabo named me heir, bypassing you, because you're a woman.” The platinum haired man honestly told you. “I understand why you can't stand me now, and I must say I'm glad it's not because you can't stand the way that I smell.”

You just shook your head, feeling empty now that you've gotten a few things off of your chest. Daring to look at Coriolanus, you confessed, “You don't smell bad, Coriolanus. In fact, the rose scent works for you.”

“You smell like fresh blueberries, darling.” He complimented, a wide and charming smile plastered on his face. “Why don't you call me Coryo.” The platinum blonde suggested, his baritone friendly as his icy blue eyes sparkled.

“I'll call you Coryo, but that doesn't mean we're best friends or anything like that now.”

“Of course not, darling.” Coryo chuckled. “I still have to walk thru fire to win you over, don't I?” He jokingly asked, making you let out a tiny laugh.

Coryo’ll take whatever you want to give him. He's desperate for you to want him, to need him. He's obsessed with you; maybe it's not healthy, but he just wants to make you smile. He wants to make you happy and laugh.

Coryo Snow might have started out wanting to win you over to prove a point, but after months of trying and failing he fell obsessively in love with your steadfast and stubborn nature. So now that you're cracking just a little bit for him, letting him chisel away at the stone which is guarding your heart, he's the happiest he's been in a while.

Looks like you made a liar out of him. Coriolanus swore to never fall in love again, but here he is, madly and obsessively in love with you to the point that he has to have you notice him. That just a tiny smile or giggle from you makes him feel like a king. And he's determined to make you see that you're his queen. That your place is by his side.

Coryo knows it'll take time to get you to fully trust him and fall for him, but he's a patient man. He can wait a long time for what he wants.

Sadly, he doesn't have much time left to woo you. But he doesn't know that.

Your father walked by your room, on his way to his study (since he was expecting a visit from Coriolanus) only to see that your door was cracked open and that inside of your room, which should've been your safe haven; your sanctuary, you were sitting on the window settee with Coriolanus Snow- the two of you giggling and laughing.

That sight, the sight of you trying to get close to the Plinth family heir, made your father decide that you had to be married off and quickly. That there was no need for you to graduate from the Academy in 4 months, since your role in life's to be a wife and mother. That it was time for him to call up an old friend of his, a General that was a widower and the Commander of the Peacekeeper Base in District 2, to give him the approval for an arranged marriage between you and him.

Yes, your father, Strabo Plinth, will be marrying you off to General Prometheus Byzantine (a man old enough to be your father) before the first April shower hits the Capitol. And all because he doesn't want you anywhere near his heir, his company, and his fortune. All because you were born with a cunt and not a cock.

If only Strabo Plinth knew that Coriolanus is obsessed with you; wants you to look at him like the sun rises and sets on his ass. Maybe if he knew that his heir craved your attention like an addict craves morphling, he would've left well enough alone. Would've just let things play out.

But Strabo Plinth didn't know that the boy who smells like roses was obsessed with making the girl that smells like blueberries see him as somebody to have by her side.

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[miniwheat77]

Cologne. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, reader pining after Price, brief mentions of masturbation(f), age gap, unprotected sex, (sorry if I missed any.)

(forgive me this isn't edited.)

He drove you crazy. His sweet smile. His huge hands. Cargo pants that squeezed his thighs just right. The fact that he wore cologne even though it wasn’t always allowed in the military, not to mention whatever fucking Cologne it was smelled amazing.

You ended up on the task force by chance. You were only in your 20's, but you tested really well. Laswell and John happened to be on the base you were on because of a medical emergency of one of the extra members on the task force. He was injured badly enough to the point he’d be unable to aid in anymore missions. They were both talking when they came across you sparring with a couple of other soldiers, seeing how quick you were on your feet, deciding to watch you when it came to shooting and stealth too.

For how young you were, you were a good soldier. It was John who made the first move. He found your Commander and asked to recruit you.

He didn’t mind, he knew it would be a great opportunity for you. Since you were a good soldier he knew you would do great. John and Laswell offered you the position and you didn’t hesitate to accept it. The first time John approached you, he introduced himself as Captain Price and shook your hand. His grip made you weak in the knees. His hands were massive and his smile was fucking adorable. It was the ride back with him and Kate that changed everything for you. His toned stomach showed through his shirt as he drove, hands on the steering wheel. He talked through gritted teeth at the mention of the wounded soldier who would be let go from the task force. He cared about his people.

Needless to say it was uncomfortable ride back to the base. You shifted uncomfortably a lot. Heat pooling between your legs. An uncomfortable knot in your lower stomach. This was only the first of many restless days and nights you would experience on base.

When you arrived, everyone welcomed you with open arms. You settled in just fine, you even enjoyed it more than the last base you were on. It did feel a little odd that you were the youngest on base, but you didn’t mind the teasing. Captain Price took you under his wing immediately. Anytime you were down or acting different than usual, he was asking you how you were. If everything was okay, he treated you like you were his daughter and you hated it. You wanted to be closer to him, you wanted to be with him.

The sleepless nights, distracted shifts, the hurt feelings you always had. It was too much.

You were on laundry for a while. You were washing everything. Bedding, clothes. Everything.

Laundry was easy. Load them up, and wait. Your hands glided across a piece of fabric, the familiar deep gray shirt you’d seen him wearing. You swallowed hard, looking around before bringing it up to your nose. His cologne still fresh on it. The scent of it alone sends chills up your spine. You tuck it into a clean sheet and set it there for a moment. You felt dirty for taking his things, but the thought of it alone drives you crazy. Once you finish the laundry, you rush to your room. Once you’re inside, you lock the door behind you.

You can’t help it as you lay back, bringing it up to your nose, fingers dancing across your bare thigh. Moving lower to where you needed it. His scent throws you into another world, eyes rolling back.

When you finish, you have to return to doing laundry, like nothing happened. This becomes a normal thing. Taking his clothes.

The scent of him always pushes you over the edge.

You like to imagine his body weight on you, pinning you down as he ruts his hips into you, deep inside of you. Reaching places untouched by another. The chills that rise on your skin at the thought of it, shivers moving through you. You don’t know how much you can take before you burst. You feel like a freak, a pervert. Constantly worried that he’ll find out what you’re doing and be disgusted by your actions. You don’t want to feel like this, but can’t help it. He invades your thoughts like a plague, an illness. You’re obsessed and it’s sickening how easy he’s trapped your mind.

You’re completely spaced out, staring down at the sheet in your hands. You don’t hear anyone coming. Not until a hand is on your shoulder and you’re jumping. “Woah!” He mumbles. “You alright darling?”

“W-wha- yeah. Yeah I’m good.” You breathe. “I was talking to you but you weren’t replying. Is everything okay?” He asks. “Y-yeah. It’s fine. I was just.. spacing out. Didn’t sleep well.” John can see the small beads of sweat forming at your hairline. Something is stressing you out. “I can finish the laundry if you wanted to get some rest.” He tries to soothe you with a hand on your shoulder. Seeing the way you freeze up when he touches you. “I’m alright. I’m almost done anyways.” You smile nervously. “Okay. If you’re sure. I was just going to ask, have you seen my army green shirt? I thought I put it in the wash the other day but haven’t seen it.” He asks. You need to come up with something, and quick. “Umm. I think I did see it yeah. I might’ve mixed it up with someone else’s, I’ll keep an eye out for it.” You smile. The thought of you burying your face into the fabric, cumming hard around your fingers fills your mind. “Okay. Thank you Y/N.” He smiles. You nod your head with a small smile. When he’s gone, you breathe out a sigh of relief.

You quickly finish the laundry, heading toward your room.

You didn’t know it, but he knew.

You left your door cracked, in a hurry to get to that shirt of his that you loved so much. The cologne was starting to fade away from it and you knew that you needed to wash it and give it back soon. He happened to be passing by, thought he’d check on his new recruit. He sure as hell didn’t expect to see you, fingers knuckle deep in your pussy with his shirt up to your nose.

He figured it was a crush, thought it would go away with time. But every single day around the same time. Your door was closed and locked. He knew what you were doing behind that door. Especially when his clothes would disappear for a couple days before reappearing. He liked the game. He liked to see how nervous you got around him. He didn’t know why out of everyone on base you could’ve liked, you chose him. But he liked it. Some days, he wanted to confess to you that he knew what you were doing. Just to see those red blushing cheeks, that little stutter you do. He had a plan. He like your little game, so he'd play along.

“Hey, will you drop my clothes into my room for me? I’ve got a meeting here in a minute.” He peeks into the laundry room. “Yes sir.” You swallow hard. “Good girl.”

He wants to chuckle at the way your body goes rigid as he says those words, but doesn’t. He makes his way back to his room, closing his door and waiting.

When he hears your footsteps coming a while later, he waits behind his door. You come inside, he can tell you’re nervous. It’s your Captains room, of course you’re nervous. You place his clothes down on his bed and this is when he pushes the door closed with his foot. When it slams behind you, you whirl around. Your eyes are wide, lips are parted slightly. “Jesus.” You sigh. Placing your hand on your chest. “You scared me.” You laugh. Your heart thumps hard in your ribcage. He smiles, his arms are crossed. “See you’re finished with my gray shirt, which are you going to take next hm? The one I’ve got on?” He smiles. He can see the way your blood runs cold. Eyes wide. “I- what?”

He laughs, stepping closer, watching the way you step back away from him. “I know what you’re doing with my clothes darling.” You keep quiet, swallowing hard.

“I just don’t understand, why me huh?” He laughs. “Aren’t I old enough to be your dad?” Your cheeks are burning and your eyes are everywhere but on his. “I…” you start. But your lips form to a line. If you could crawl into a hole and die, that’d be best case scenario. He moves closer to you. His arms still crossed as he closes in on you. “Do you get off on that hm? That I’m so much older than you? There’s something about me that gets you going, it can’t just be cologne.” You’re so embarrassed and cornered, you want to run away and disappear off of the face of the earth. Your eyes flicker to the door beside him and he laughs. “You going to run from me? That won’t fix this." He laughs. Moving in closer. "If you run, I'll just catch you." He mumbles it quietly.

You swallow hard.

The backs of your knees are pushed up against the metal frame of the cot he’s sleeping on. A gasp leaving your lips when he pushes you back onto it. You sit up quickly, staring up at him. “Cmon, cat got your tongue? Say something.” He chuckles. You pause for a moment. “I- I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m sorry.” Your voice is quiet and unsteady. He bites his lip slightly. “How about.. a thank you.” He smirks, making you look up at him in confusion. “What?”

“For letting you borrow my shirts. For all of those orgasms you got from me without me even touching you. Go on.” He nods, a smile on his face. “Thank me.”

You look up at him, the look in your eyes is pure sin. “T-thank you, Captain.” You blush. He moves right up to the edge of the cot, closing you in. “That’s my good girl.” He breathes. “Take your shirt off.” He nods. “W-what?” You look up at him. “Come on, take it off. That’s an order, darling.”

You look at his door nervously. “It’s locked. Pay attention.” He breathes. Lifting your chin up to look at him. The look in your eyes, it’s pure lust. It always is when you’re looking at him. It drives him crazy. You hesitate for a second. Grasping the hem of your shirt, nervously lifting it over your head. “Bra too.”

You sit up further, unclasping it and sliding it off. Setting it down. You take in a sharp breath when he pulls his shirt off. “Put it on.” He tosses it to you. You pick up the very comfortable fabric. Slipping it over your head. The smell of his cologne invades your senses. A whine leaving your lips. He laughs. “Don’t worry darling. I’ll give you what you need.” He breathes. He lowers himself down to one knee at the edge of the bed. Helping you remove your pants. Revealing you to him once he’s gotten them off. He sighs. “So fucking pretty.” He mumbles. Running his fingers up your slit, feeling you shiver under his touch. “How.. how did you find out?” You look down at him. His thumb circles over your clit.

“Passed by your room when you were meant to be in the laundry room. You left your door cracked, in such a hurry.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Knuckle deep in this pretty pussy to the thought of me.” He shakes his head, leaning into you. Pressing a kiss to your clit, smiling when you shudder. He kisses it again, sliding his tongue over you. Your thighs shiver slightly, and he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and holding you still, moving his other leg so that he’s on his knees at the edge of the bed. Gliding his tongue through your folds. “You have to be quiet for me. Use the shirt.” He smirks. You nod your head. Lifting the fabric up to your mouth to muffle yourself. He laps at your entrance, keeping a steady pace with his tongue. You focus on the ceiling of his room. He starts slow at first. Gentle, small glides of his tongue. Waiting for you to get used to him. He knows you don’t have much experience, if any. So you’re going to be really sensitive at first. He gives you a minute to adjust to him. Eventually flattening his tongue and pushing down hard, flicking his tongue faster. You shudder, thighs clenching up tight. He holds you still though, you’re not going to squirm out of his grasp that easily.

He pulls away for a second, his facial hair glistening in your arousal. He can’t help but chuckle at the way you react to him. Flushed cheeks, beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead. "Doing good for me darling. Can you take more?" He asks. You nod your head. He raises his right hand, gliding one of his fingers over your opening. He gathers up your arousal on it before pressing it into you. You tense up at the intrusion, gasping into the shirt. He lowers his face into you again, tonguing your clit. He adds another finger while he laps at your clit. You wrap a hand in his hair, tugging slightly. You whine out when he groans into you. He can feel you tightening around his fingers, you're getting close. Your thighs shake and he can't help but smile into you. Right when you're on that edge, right about to topple over the ledge into pure bliss, he pulls away. Drawing a mewl out of you. He can't help but laugh. Looking down at you as he stands up. "Relax, I'll give you more." He breathes. He starts kicking off his boots, reaching for his belt buckle. That's when it starts to hit you, he's going to fuck you.

He finally takes a second to drink you in. Your cheeks are flushed red and you look dazed. You look fucked out and he hasn't even fucked you yet. He frees himself from his cargo pants and you swallow hard. He's well endowed.

He moves you with ease, like you're a feather. Turning you so that he has space to move between your legs. He runs his hand back through his hair and you clamp your eyes closed.

He looks confused. "You alright darling?" He asks. "Yes. Just... overwhelmed." You breathe. "Do you want me to stop?" He asks.

"No, please." Your pleas have him chuckling to himself. His deep laugh sends chills down your spine. Like he's making fun of you for being so desperate. "Good girl." He raises your thighs up higher on his hips and lines himself up with your entrance, dipping the head of his cock into you. Seeing the way your eyes widen. Letting your head rest back into his pillow. His entire room smells like him. His sheets, his pillow. Him.

You can't help it as you wrap your legs around him, forcing his pelvis into you. Until he's pressed right up against you. "Fuck-" He gasps. The sudden feeling of you wrapped around him has him gasping out.

"Eager little thing aren't you?" He smiles. Running his thumb along your bottom lip. He rocks his hips into you and all at once it hits you. All of those day dreams you'd had of the way he'd feel, didn't even come close to as good as this felt. His touch lit fires on your skin. Your walls clenched around him, feeling every inch of him, every vein.

He picks up his pace, sliding deeper. You gasp out, clutching onto him. He shakes slightly, the way you're gripping him is almost too much to hold himself together. He grits his teeth, holding onto your hips tight as he rocks his hips into you. He forces you down into the bed with each hard thrust he takes, watching fall further apart beneath him. "Fuck... So good. You feel so fucking goad baby." He pants. He lowers one of his hands from your hip, resting it onto your swollen nub. Feeling your hips cower away from his touch. "Sensitive are we?" He chuckles. You whine out again and he laughs. "Quiet sweetheart. We don't need anyone finding out about this do we?" You shake your head after he says it. Not really caring about it. You didn't care if the entire task force heard you at this moment. You were too dazed to care.

He lowers himself into, resting more of his body weight onto you. Placing that pressure onto your body that you had daydreamed about so frequently when you had his shirts. Before you can stop it, you have tears gathering in your eyes, unable to stop them as they stream down your cheeks. "I'm- I-" You whine out. "S'alright. Cum for me. Show me what you got pretty girl." He smirks. He circles your clit with his finger still, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You shake when you finally reach your peak, walls throbbing around him as you cum. He clamps a hand over your mouth, smirking when they muffle the moans you were letting out. You could get him into so much trouble. "Just a bit more sweetheart. Gonna fill this pretty pussy. S'what you've been dreaming about right?"

Your hands grip the sheets as he overstimulates you. His pants get more desperate and labored as he approaches his own orgasm. He grits his teeth, he's so deep inside of you, you've never felt so full. He curses when he reaches his high. Lowering his head to rest against your chest. Panting hard as he pauses his thrusts. "Bloody hell." He gasps. Feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath you take.

It's silent for a minute, and than he's climbing off of you. You sit up, sliding to the edge of his cot as you redress yourself. Reaching to take his shirt off. "Stop." His stern voice has you freezing up. "I didn't say to take it off did I?" He laughs. Once he's redressed, he sits next to you on the bed. "Need something to tide you over for when I'm gone right?" He laughs. Raising up the bottle of cologne he has and spraying your chest with it, seeing you blush. "Although, you can always just come to me when you need something. Don't have to steal my shirts anymore, bad girl." He bites his lower lip.

You roll your eyes, embarrassed. He grips your chin, turning you to kiss him.

[bookishdreamer28]

Rafayel x reader

Just Rafayel being head over heels in love 💜

"Rafayel are you drunk already?" You giggled as he gently picked you up and twirled you around. His melodious laugh filled the air. You and Rafayel were celebrating your anniversary together, and you decided to stay home, drink as much wine as you want and of course, kiss and cuddle as many times as you want.

"Nope, just in love" he said and gave you a peck on your lips.

"How lucky I am, having my own personal sweet-talker"you said and once he set you down, he kissed your hand and held it close to his chest.

His eyes were shining, like two crystal stones.

You rested your forehead on his, a fleeting smile displaying on your faces. This was all you needed. Just the two of you getting lost in your own beautiful world.

"Hhm I'm so happy" he sighed and his hands found their place upon her hips as always, further pulling you closer to his figure. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your bodies magnetically connecting as one while moving to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.

Your eyes found his as he kept looking at you.

"You're staring..again"

"How can I not? It's the most impossible thing to do when I have you in front of me"

"Oh please, do tell me more" as you stood on your tippy-toes, you heard him stop breathing, anticipating for your lips to touch his.

"You do love tormenting me, huh?"

"I just love seeing you all flustered" you gave him a small pinch on the cheek. He rolled his eyes and grabbed you by your waist.

"You are such a tease"

"Oh look who's talking"

You said and without saying anything more, he suddenly crashed his lips against yours violently. Savoring every taste and feeling. You softly moaned and Rafael's heart beat quickened. The noises you made every time you two kissed drove him crazy. He was weak on his knees for you.

"The things you do to me, the things I feel, nothing can ever be compared to the feeling of you touching me like this, loving me like this" he said once he pulled away from the kiss, and stared deeply in your eyes, letting himself swim in the starlight ocean of your pretty irises.

"Looked at you, my pretty flower" he said and softly laughed at your blushy face.

"And you say that I'm the one tormenting you. But when you say things like these..." you hide your face on the crook of his neck and he chuckled at your adorableness.

"But you're my everything! I want to remind you every minute just how much I adore you" Hearing all these words made your heart flutter in a way you didn't know you could feel. You looked up at him and he leaned down to leave a small peck on the tip of your nose and you smiled at the action.

"Now, will you dance with me again m'lady?" He held out his hand from below like a prince and you immediately held it, a huge smile displaying on your face.

"Of course my prince" you said in a teasing tone and for the rest of your dreamy night, nothing else mattered when you danced in each other's.

Rafayel is just so....so 🙇🏻‍♀️

Next is ma man Zayne so stay tuned !!!

[i9messi]

Dating Lando Norris

Specific things I think Lando would do as your boyfriend.

lando's masterlist

At the beginning, he was very very shy around you

He fell the moment he saw you

Lando couldn’t help but fall in love with you

For him, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever met

Not only that, you were someone interesting

He was interested in everything you liked

Your answers were recorded in his brain, as a constant reminder of what you adored

Pays attention to the details

One day you mentioned that there was a restaurant that you always wanted to go, except that you had never been able to go because you need to book at least a year and a half in advance

Just a week later, Lando took you to that same restaurant

It was your first date

"Lando, everything is so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you are."

He gives golden retriever energy, you know

You fell in love with Lando too fast, I mean, how could you not? He was practically the man you’d always dreamed of

Someone attentive, charismatic and with a dose of sassiness

Sunshine boyfriend

He loved to whisper sassy things in your ear

Things that make you blush

Let's not repeat those things please

Your dates were too diverse, you could go to expensive restaurants or you could also stay at home, with the lights of the candles and show each other how much you loved each other

"I love to spend time with you, the world outside doesn't exist anymore. I'm only interested in you, in everything you do or don't do."

One of your favorite dates had been when after a thunderstorm, you had run out of light

With the sound of the rain, both had been hugging and looking out the window, hearing the drops fall on the glass

"I love you, I'm so in love with you that I can't hide it anymore."

That day was the first time he told you he loved you

You just smiled, kissing him on the lips a second later

The time you told him you loved him too, he was actually trying his best not to freak out. He smiled at you softly as if he didn’t almost explode from all the excitement

One of your favorite places was his chest

You could spend all your day laying on the couch with your head above his chest and listen to him speak with that accent that drove you crazy

Lando could bring any topic and it would be the most interesting thing in the world for you

He is the kind of dedicated boyfriend who loves to spoil you and make you happy

Brings gifts from his trips

"This reminded me of you, you once said you wanted one."

Takes pictures of you on any occasion, doing mundane things

"You look so pretty baby, stay still."

His camera roll was full of pictures of you

As his social media

He loved to post pictures of you in his instagram

He was a proud boyfriend, posting things in every occasion he had

I already mentioned he gives me golden retriever energy???

Well, he always find a way to talk about you

All of his friends and other drivers are annoyed of him talking about you

"My girlfriend likes that too." or "My girlfriend said..." He always finds an opportunity to mention you, no matter if it’s about something as stupidly as the weather or the sun, you’re important to him

He likes to ride in his car with you, holding your hand

He loves to hold your hand, in any occasion

He loves your touch

No, he needs your touch

Sometimes he's a little shy, but he is definitely into PDA

You're his girlfriend and he's not ashamed of admitting his love

He kisses you before races

You're his lucky charm

He loves you A LOT

[distorted59]

First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day. 

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed. 

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs. 

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal. 

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!” 

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him. 

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’. 

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.” 

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss. 

“Can I read it after you’re done?” 

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening. 

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect. 

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip. 

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you. 

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard. 

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes. 

I feel like he’s such a tease!!??  imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over. 

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night. 

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?” 

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck. 

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

[five-bi-five-mind]

"I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" jj is talking to kate who says that^^^. (Meaning jj thinks she may be in love with reader.)

Deal With It

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut & fluff

Words: 4.1k+

Summary: JJ sees you flirting with someone else and she makes a plan. Little did she know you had one yourself.

Warnings: Jealous JJ, top!JJ, bottom!reader, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), lots of overstimulation, kind of rough sex, semi-public spicy moment…

A/N: a little late but happy pride 🌈 here’s a lil something to celebrate. Also slightly different than what the prompt called for but… I think y’all will like it either way.

“You’re holding onto that drink tight, huh?” Kate came up behind JJ. “Afraid it’ll disappear?” JJ looked down at the drink in her hand, noticing her knuckles had turned white from her grip. She just couldn’t help it. It was either that or she would toss what’s left of it into someone’s face. And she had a specific target in mind. 

“Is it because of that over there?” Kate nodded her head to the scene in front of JJ. There you were, chatting up some random man, totally oblivious to the fuming blonde in the other corner of the bar. You smiled at him in the same way you smiled at JJ. Shy, but sweet. She wanted that smile to only be for her. It drove her crazy that it so clearly wasn’t.

“I think I’m in love with (Y/N).” JJ heard the words before she even realized what was coming out of her mouth. Damn how many drinks has she had? Not enough to just blurt out life altering realizations. She wasn’t drunk, barely tipsy even. No, she was just blindly jealous of the way you laughed at whatever weak joke the man was making. JJ seethed at the way he put his hand on your arm for a moment, lingering way too long for her liking. Her heart ached at the way you didn’t recoil, it didn’t even seem to phase you. When she did it to you, it was like a little endearing game she had. She would touch your arm, watch you smile at her with just a hint of a blush. She could swear she saw the same twinkle in your eye that she was sure she also got when looking at you. Maybe she just read into things too much. Although, she hadn’t seen the telltale blush you got from her when he stepped closer. The adorable smile might be there, and maybe it was the few drinks or her jealousy talking, but she thought your smile didn’t quite meet your eyes. Hopefully. 

“Congratulations,” Kate chuckled, breaking JJ from her intense glaring. “You’re officially the last to know.” 

“I have to deal with this,” JJ grumbled as her eyes moved back to where you stood. Whatever comment Kate might have had on her big realization could wait. That man was getting too bold and JJ had bigger fish to fry. He was closing in on you, he was two seconds from making his move and she knew it. 

If JJ’s grip on her drink tightened anymore, the glass would shatter in her hands. She slammed the drink on the table next to her, a bit too loudly, but she didn’t care. Her eyes narrowed at the man who was absolutely oblivious to her newfound hatred of him. “I’ll be right back,” JJ said without even taking her eyes off the two of you for a second. She heard Kate sigh an exaggerated “finally” as she stepped away.

JJ didn’t know what her next move was going to be as she stormed towards you. She was angry, she was jealous, she was going to be irrational. You had no reason to even know why JJ would be in such a sour mood, at least not in her mind. As far as JJ knew you were oblivious to her feelings for you. However, Kate’s words did help. If JJ was really the last to know, does that mean you did too? JJ didn’t have answers to that, she didn’t have time to even question Kate’s choice of words. Right now, her emotions were overflowing as her worst nightmare played out before her eyes. She thought she had time to play the long game, waiting for you to come to her with feelings she had hoped you’d develop. But here this random man was, swooping in on the thing she wanted most. JJ couldn’t have that. She wouldn’t. 

“Excuse me.” JJ practically shoved the man as she got face to face with you. He didn’t even have time to say a single word before JJ had your hand in hers and was tugging you away. “Come with me for a second,” she said as she practically dragged you through the bar to the bathroom.

You honestly were a little bit shocked, but not completely. The satisfied grin on your face was definitely noticed by Kate as she stayed in the corner of the bar and watched the scene unfold. You knew what you were doing tonight. Everyone else knew what you were doing tonight. JJ was the only one who was totally blind to your little scheme. 

If you were being honest, maybe you pushed it a little too far. That man genuinely thought you were interested in him, but all you wanted was to make JJ jealous so she would finally act. It just took a little more pushing than you expected. She could be so infuriatingly stubborn sometimes, but when you watched from the corner of your eye as she practically stomped over to you in a jealous rage, you knew you succeeded with your little plan. 

JJ on the other hand had no plan. Take you away from the man hitting on you was as far as she got. So far that part is done. Now what? If she dragged you away she could talk to you, but what would she say? She was two steps away from the bathroom and then she’d have to come up with some sort of explanation. If she was honest and pinned it on jealousy, would you understand? It wasn’t like you were her girlfriend, she had no reason to be so angry.

But then there you two were. She had burst into the bathroom to find it totally empty. She didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse. Her grip on your hand slipped as she tried to calm down. She took a few deep breaths, practically winded from how fast she pulled you to the bathroom with her. You looked at her expectantly. JJ noticed you didn’t look mad, at least that was a relief. You just stood there, head tilted to the side, a curious smile tugging on your lips that you were trying so hard to hide. She was really struggling with what to do next, what to say, and you found it a little cute. It wasn’t often when you saw Jennifer Jareau at a loss for words and unsure of what to do next. Maybe you should give her another push?

“JJ, what’s up?” She was silent. Honestly, she looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights. “You interrupted a conversation, you know? If you don’t have anything to say then I’ll go return to-”  

And then JJ finally responded, but not with words or honestly much thought even. JJ practically lunged for you in a split second decision to keep you from going back to that guy. Her lips connected with yours in an instance and the power behind her kiss had you stumbling back until the small of your back hit the counter. Her hands immediately flew to tangle in your hair as her lips pressed harder to yours for a moment. 

Honestly, the moment this idea popped into her head, JJ ran with it. Did she think it out? Absolutely not. If words aren't working then she just thought she would deal with this by using her lips. So she did. Was it a great plan? No. Was it working? To her utter surprise and relief, yes it really was. You were kissing her back. Your arms went to wrap around her neck and when she kissed you even deeper, your lips parted eagerly.

JJ was absolutely floored. When she felt your tongue trace the bottom of hers, her hands fell from your hair to pull on the belt loops of your jeans and press your body closer to her own. This was intoxicating, the feeling of kissing you. JJ didn’t want to stop, she didn’t know if she honestly could stop. If just kissing you was this good, she couldn’t begin to imagine how amazing it would feel to go even further. 

But after a while of just kissing you, you both had to come up for air. JJ also thought maybe some words were necessary after she just dragged you away like that. 

“Woah,” you whispered when she pulled back.

“Yeah woah,” JJ echoed breathlessly. 

“I have been waiting for you to do that for forever,” you chuckled before leaning forward to press a brief kiss to JJ’s lips. 

JJ chased your lips when you started to pull back, pressing her own more firmly to yours again. She was absolutely lost in your touch and how close she finally had you and she wasn’t ready to let there be space between you two yet. “Then why didn’t you do it yourself?” JJ mumbled against your lips. 

“Hm,” you hummed against her lips, “maybe because I like seeing you a little jealous.” Or maybe it was because the team had some bets on how long it would take and you didn’t want any of them to win… but what you said wasn’t a lie either. You just didn’t want to admit to that part. Sometimes you’d catch JJ getting jealous if you were a little too close to other members of the team. That look she got was fun to see if you were being honest. Plus, you were getting impatient too. So, this plan you had really worked in your favor. 

Before JJ could really reply to that you pressed your lips fully against hers again, pulling her body closer by the hold you still had on her. JJ gladly let you, her hands that were once resting on your waist, gripping a little tighter now. When she felt your tongue swipe against her lips, hers immediately peaked out to meet yours and the feeling had both of you groan into the kiss. You had wanted JJ for so long and JJ had wanted you for probably quite a bit longer. Both of you were impatient. That’s why you made your plan, that’s why she acted so rashly. 

When JJ’s lips moved from your own and connected with your neck, you were already squirming where you stood. Who knew her lips could feel so damn good? Who knew you could want someone so bad you were two seconds away from begging? Meanwhile, JJ hands had a mind of their own, one of them moving to the front of your pants and popping open the button before sliding right in. Her lips were currently attached to where your shoulder met your neck, no doubt leaving a mark behind. Your teeth were sinking into your own bottom lip to keep from moaning the minute you felt JJ’s finger tips graze your clit over the thin cloth of your underwear. 

A pathetic whine left your lips as she pressed down and you felt the friction of her touch through the fabric. Her fingers pressed more firmly but your hand flew to her wrist, effectively stopping her. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this. God, you really did. But you didn’t want it here. In a bar bathroom, where anyone could barge in. 

“JJ, let’s- let’s get out of here.” Your voice was shaky, but still filled with need. “Take me to your place.” 

JJ’s hand slipped out from inside your pants. Wiith a nod she pulled away, gently taking your hand in hers. Kate didn’t miss the way you both left that bar, hand in hand. 

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Your back immediately hit the bed the second you stepped into JJ’s bedroom. You didn’t even get one second to take it all in, to finally appreciate that you were in her room, about to be with the girl you’ve been waiting for. No, instead the instant your back hit the mattress, JJ was tugging at your pants, fighting to pull them off. When she did finally manage to peel them off your body, her hands flew to her own, unbuttoning them and kicking them off with a determination you don’t think you’ve even seen from her when she was on a case. But fuck was it hot. 

JJ was ready to have you. Any longer and she felt like she was going to combust. The ride home was already hard enough. She ordered an uber since you both had had a couple drinks, but still not enough to compromise your decision making. However, she didn’t know if it was the moment you shared in the bathroom or the few drinks she did have that made her self control almost nonexistent. It was entirely way too hard to keep her hands off you in that car. Especially when you kept looking over at her, your lip between your teeth and a slight blush on your cheeks. It was adorable and all too tempting at the same time.

The moment she had you on her bed, it was like her brain short circuited and any thoughts of holding back went right out the window. She was ready to dive in. When you were finally naked on her bed, having helped her get your own shirt and bra off, she fully stripped too before climbing onto the bed. The only thing she did slowly was pull your panties down your legs, placing kisses on your thighs as she went. Then finally, you were completely naked on her bed and she thought this day would never come. 

Without much hesitation, she placed her hands under your knees and pushed your legs apart so you were spread open in front of her as she knelt on the mattress before you. You were absolutely captivated by the hungry look in her eye, letting her do just about anything she wanted to you without a second thought. Should you have felt a little shy about being so open and vulnerable beneath her? Maybe, but you had wanted this just as badly as she did and if she didn’t touch you soon, you were about ready to beg. Lucky for you, it was like JJ read your mind at that moment.

Without much warning, with her hold on your legs, JJ pulled them over her shoulders and leaned down, angling you in just the right way for her to dive in. And dive in she did. You both moaned the minute you felt her tongue on you. Her from the taste, and you from the feeling of her tongue taking a long, deep lick between your folds. She repeated that action again and again and you felt the muscles in your abdomen tense with each time the tip of her tongue ran over your clit. It was almost too much already and you did feel slightly embarrassed by the sounds that were coming out of you. But then she took your clit into her mouth and began to suck. The speed in which your hand flew to your mouth was shocking. Your teeth san into your knuckles to keep from crying out. JJ didn’t even seem to notice, she just kept going, absolutely lost in the taste of you. She could do this for hours, she thought. Not only did you taste amazing, but the way you were squirming in her hold and letting out so many tiny, tantalizing moans. JJ wasn’t drunk from the very few drinks she had tonight. No, she was drunk off of you. 

Her lips left your clit with a quiet pop and her tongue went back to exploring your folds. Your hand dropped from your mouth and you took deep breaths, your legs beginning to tremble around JJ’s head. You could swear JJ was teasing you at this point, given the fact that the way she was using her tongue to play with your clit had you approaching that edge, only for her to stop and go back to drinking in your pussy the way she currently was. But then, you felt JJ’s tongue go lower, tracing your entrance for a second before sliding in and the gasp that left your lips echoed through the room. She lapped at you like that, her tongue dipping in and out slowly, but in a way that had your whole body shaking now. Then her tongue left you again and moved back to your clit. 

The way she paid attention to your clit before was nothing compared to now. Her tongue was circling your clit in a way that had you whining and gripping at her sheets. It only took a few more seconds before you were cumming all over her mouth with a pathetic moan falling from your lips. JJ didn’t even waste time from that, letting go of her hold on your legs, crawling up your body in a way that had you both feeling each other’s bare skin against one another. Her lips connected with yours in a heated kiss that was all tongue and teeth. You were still breathless, panting against her lips as you tried to keep up. JJ on the other hand was not done with you. You would’ve thought that she would slow down after making you cum once but then you felt her hand slink down between your bare bodies until it reached between your legs. Without any sort of warning, suddenly, you felt two of her fingers slip inside you with ease. 

Gasping against her lips, your hands moved from the sheets to fly to her shoulders. Nails digging into her skin, it only spurred on her actions more as she started pumping into you at a steady pace. Your hips moved with her own, and having still not recovered from your first orgasm, you were already extra sensitive and approaching another quicker than either of you wanted. 

JJ’s fingers curled inside you at the same time as her teeth sunk down slightly and tugged on your lip. You knew at this point that your nails were definitely leaving marks in her skin. She didn’t seem to care or even notice though, letting go of your lip to move her lips down your neck, teeth grazing against your skin. Your head fell back onto the pillow as one of her hands moved back down your body to take your leg and hook it over her hip, allowing her to push her fingers inside you even deeper. It took two more pumps of her fingers before you were coming all over them with a cry of her name. However, JJ didn’t stop there. She still wasn’t done with you, absolutely lost in the way you felt and sounded. She wanted to keep making you cum for her over and over again and that’s what she was going to try to do.

Without even slowing down, she kept pumping her fingers into you. Your whole body was trembling and you were lucky you had enough control and thought to release her shoulders and move one hand to the sheets to grip them even harder. The other one moved to tangle in her hair, your hold tight. She pressed her forehead to yours as she kept fucking into you, whispering praises and filthy things you never thought you’d hear from her as she continued. The hand that held your leg over her waist was gripping tightly and her fingers picked up the pace even more, again hitting that spot that had you easily approach that edge. With each pump of her fingers, JJ’s eyes were locked on your every reaction. You were too seconds from coming and with another particularly hard thrust of her fingers, you fell apart again. But she didn’t stop there, she only slowed for just a moment until suddenly you felt her add a third finger with ease. 

“Jesus fuck!” You cried once you felt the stretch of her fingers inside you, pumping even faster somehow as you tightened around her yet again.

“God, you feel so good,” JJ said in a gravelly voice. “I love the way you cum for me. Love the way you feel. Fuck, baby, moan for me just like that.” JJ was half aware of what she was saying, having completely given into the feeling of having you literally wrapped around her fingers. With each time you came for her, she was getting more lost. There was no longer a filter, no longer control. She was indulging in everything she was holding back before and she wasn’t ready to stop yet.

The burn of the way her fingers stretched your pussy lasted only a brief moment before the increased pleasure hit you even harder. Your eyes were rolled back and it felt like every muscle was tensed in your body when she finally dragged out a surprising third orgasm for you. You thought surely this would be the last time, she had to be losing some of her stamina, but when her fingers didn’t slow you were suddenly very aware of your every nerve. 

“JJ I- fuck… I can’t,” you pleaded. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good. God, even if you were feeling spent it still felt so fucking good. But your body was wearing out and the way your legs were trembling around her told you that you would be incredibly sore the next time you tried to walk.

“One more,” JJ begged. “Give me one more. You can do it, baby.” And the way her voice sounded so desperate absolutely broke you. You nodded your head and JJ moved to bury hers in your shoulder, her teeth sinking into your skin, any thought of trying to hide the marks she was leaving were non-existent. Her fingers pounded into you and at this point you could feel your own cum dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets as she kept going. Any attempt to muffle the way you were moaning and whining for her had completely failed at this point. The room was filled with your cries as her three fingers curved inside you and constantly hit just the right spot that had your whole body shuddering. Again, you were quickly approaching that edge and with how worked up your body was at this point there was no stopping yourself from cumming again. With the way JJ was fucking you now, she was putting full force into it. You could imagine your thighs might have bruises in the morning. With every thrust of her fingers inside you, she put more power into it with the movement of her hips. You were trying your hardest to match her pace, but at this point you were too fucked out to even slightly follow up, But with each time her three fingers fucked into you deeper, you cried out her name and it only took a matter of moments before you were cumming yet again all over her hand. 

Your body finally relaxed when JJ slowed her pace. Your back hit the mattress after it arched from the final mindblowing orgasm she gave you. Your chest was heaving as you laid beneath JJ. She held herself up for a moment, taking in your current state. You looked so beautiful this way, JJ thought. Your body still trembling from how good she was making you feel, cum dripping from your thighs down onto her sheets, your face flushed from the intensity of orgasm after orgasm that she was able to pull from you. In time, she thought, she’d get you used to lasting even longer. JJ already decided she was absolutely addicted to the way it felt when she made you cum. She knew she was going to need more than a few long nights of doing just that in the future. 

Finally, gently JJ laid herself on top of you. You hummed at the feeling of both your bodies pressed together. It was strangely comforting to feel her body wait on top of yours. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and then each of your cheeks before pressing her own forehead to yours again. This time a small smile tugged on her lips, one hand reached to your face. Her fingers trailed your cheek for a moment and neither of you needed to say anything to know how the other was feeling.

But finally, JJ broke the silence, the high of having you the way that she did, fading into a comfortable feeling of warmth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” JJ whispered as her finger tips continued to trace across your cheek.

You placed a gentle kiss to the tip of JJ’s fingers when they went to trace your lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve had to deal with waiting for you.” JJ chuckled at that before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Who knew all it would take to deal with her feelings for you was a poorly made plan to deal with her jealousy on her part, and a well made plan to make her jealous on yours.

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AGAIN HERE FOR RAFE. PLS I NEED SOMETHING TO READ WHEN IM DELULU

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings. nothing except fluff:)

summary. rafe is absolutely memorized by y/n

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Rafe never really understood his utter infatuation with you. Whether it was how absolutely crazy your perfume drives him or how his hand fit perfectly in his. How doing anything without you feels wrong, how right it felt when he embraced you. Everything about you drove him ballistic in the most wholesome way possible. He never thought he could be soft for anyone, but that all changed with you.

He's never wanted to be soft for anyone except you.

Rafe showed his love for you in lots of ways. Touching you tenderly after an especially hard day, massaging your back just right, learning your favorite meal from you (even though he sucks ass at cooking), and making sure you know how much he loves you.

Rafe was nothing if not a man of absolute precision and detail. He knew you better than you know yourself at times; he studied you so much he's sure he knows you like the back of his hand.

He's memorized every detail of you like his favorite song. Whether it was something simple like how you liked your coffee or something so precise, not anyone but would know; like how you have sobbed more times because of an sad animal tiktoks.

Rafe loves you so much because of how you treat him. Everyone in the world wants something from him; money, power, his body or his companionship to get something. But for you, you've only ever asked for him.

You love all of him; his goodness and his flaws, you're willing to take all of it. You love him not because he's perfect, because he's him. When you look at him, he feels only adoration and love. That's all you've ever wanted from him.

Rafe knows you more than anyone else, you're his home. He's memorized the way your heartbeat goes, how your hand feels in his, how his body perfectly goes into yours.

Rafe shows his love in small gestures more than anything else. He wakes up earlier than you and he knows that you like your tea cold, so he makes an extra cup for you and puts in the fridge for you to drink when you wake up.

Rafe also knows how tired you are after work so he leaves the office for 30 minutes to make you your sandwich and put it in the fridge just in time for you to come home and enjoy it.

He does these things without asking because he loves you and appreciates you.

People say love fades but he's not sure that it ever will with him. Because everything you do makes him fall more in love with you, no matter how many times you do it.

People who say loves fades have obviously never met you and Rafe, because if they did they would've never said it.

[maytey]

𝐆𝚬𝚻𝚻𝚰𝚴𝐆 𝐖𝚨𝐋𝐊𝚬𝐃 𝚰𝚴 𝚶𝚴 — 𝐇𝐐

ft. akaashi, oikawa, kenma, bokuto

cw: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, exhibitionism

a/n: went a lil crazy with these, i was having too much fun with the set up for each one

❁ akaashi

between work and other unavoidable life things, it left like it had been an eternity since the last time you and your boyfriend saw each other. his roommate was going to be out that night, leaving the apartment to just the two of you. akaashi had the night all planned out. a nice home-cooked meal ready by the time you arrived. dessert he picked up that morning from a near-by bakery. and then taking his time with you in the bedroom.

after so long without seeing each other, there was bound to be some tension built up. there was only so much you could do on your own to relieve some of that tension. by the time he had you laid out naked on his bed, your pussy was a sopping mess. he had to peel your panties from your body. it embarrassed you, the obviousness of your desperation, but it drove him crazy.

he kissed your thighs, dancing around your needy pussy. pathetically thrusting your hips toward his face, you whined. “keiji, please. don’t tease me.”

he loved hearing you beg. it made him weak. his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as his tongue licked the first stripe up through your folds. a stuttered sigh escaped you at the feeling, head thrown back against the pillows. your hands wove through his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth over your clit before his lips wrapped around it. he repeated the pattern of flicking and sucking. and then he was trailing one hand down, a slender finger slipping inside your wet cunt.

your back arched, a moan simultaneously slipping from your lips. akaashi rutted his hips into the mattress at the sound. he was always methodical and thorough when it came to your pleasure. he knew everything about you, knew just what to do to have your toes curling and mind going hazy.

with his mouth toying with you clit and his finger rubbing against that one spot, your thighs clenched around his head. you came on his face with a moan, back arching. once you came down from your high, he pulled his mouth off you. "one more," he said before dipping his back down and latching onto your clit yet again.

you were nearing the peak of yet other orgasm, his tongue and finger working in tandem, when you both heard the tell tale sound of his doorknob twisting. as soon as the door opened, akaashi was above you, leaving you empty and desperate. he tugged the sheets over your bodies for added protection. the look he leveled his roommate was serious. he didn't even give him a chance to get a word out, a flat but commanding, "leave," exiting his mouth. his roommate, wide-eyed and red in the face, nodded and backed out immediately.

akaashi sighed, forehead pressing against your own. his eyes were closed as he apologized. "i'm sorry, he was supposed to be out all night."

it was hard for you to care about being interrupted when all you could focus on was the ache between your thighs. you opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted by akaashi's phone vibrating on the nightstand.

he leaned over to check it. he let out a breathy chuckle. "it's my roommate, he said, 'i'm going to the store for a couple hours'." he looked back to you. "what do you want to do?"

you couldn't wait any longer, your desperation getting the better of you. you wrapped your arms around his neck. "fuck me, please."

he smiled, dipping down to kiss your lips, one hand running down your thigh and lifting your leg up. his fingers slid between your legs, making teasing circles around your desperate hole. "not until you give me one more."

❁ oikawa

after seeing you show up to his practice in that adorable sundress just this side of too short, how could he not pull you aside to the locker room. he didn't even bother telling anyone he was going to step away for a minute. he merely disappeared with you in tow. not a word was said until he had you straddling his lap on one of the benches, tucked away amongst the standing lockers.

his hands ran down your sides, toying with the hem of your dress. "you know i can't focus when you show up something like this." his hands slid down to your ass and he pulled you against the bulge in his shorts. "feel what you do to me?"

you wiggled against him, pulling a deep groan from him in response. his hands gripped firmly on your ass, head tossed back as he regained his composure. when he looked back at you there was an impish glint in his eyes.

"i can't go back to practice like this," he said. "you wanna help me?" you nod enthusiastically, how could you pass up such an opportunity? he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "uh-uh i need to hear you."

"yes," you breathed, crumbling under the intensity of his stare.

"good girl." his hand reached around you and under your skirt to pull your wet panties aside. no time to undress at all, this was a time sensitive matter. your hand reached down to free him from his shorts. he guided you onto his cock, slowly sinking you down its entirety.

he stretched you so beautifully. you knew he felt it too by the way he sucked in a breath. never did he tire of feeling your tight pussy wrap around him. the hands on your ass helped you begin to move, steadily guiding you up and down. with the way his cock brushed against your sensitive walls it was near impossible to keep quiet.

once you'd built a steady pace for yourself, he tugged the top of your dress down, watching as your tits now bounced freely. he leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. the action had you instinctively pressing your chest against his face. he released your nipple, a string of saliva connecting it to his mouth. he looked up at you only briefly before latching onto your other nipple, leaving the other cold without his attention.

the door to the locker room swung open, heavy footsteps getting louder. with your back to the direction the person was approaching, you couldn’t see who walked in, only knowing it was one of his teammates or coaches. you tried to turn to look, curiosity getting the better of you. but oikawa grabbed you jaw, soft but firm, with his hand. “eyes on me baby.”

“is this really what you ditched practice for?”

you could barely focus on their conversation as oikawa’s thumb began to circle your clit, his other hand still guiding you on his cock. it was almost exciting being watched by someone. almost. his eyes remained on you as he spoke, "it's just a quick break."

"you've been gone for 15 minutes."

with how casual he spoke, it had to be a teammate. his thumb pressed harder on your clit, speeding up at the same time. you were right on the edge of your orgasm. though you tried to keep quiet with someone else present, a moan slipped out of you. your cheeks heated in embarrassment. you buried your head in the crook of his neck. your thrusts came to a total halt. it was too much.

the hand rubbing your clit moved to stroke your thigh. "the sooner you leave, the sooner i'll be back."

"it's kinda hard to practice without you," the teammate grumbled as he left.

oikawa rubbed at your back with the hand that was previously on your thigh. he placed a soft kiss to your temple. "i pushed you too far didn't i? i'm sorry. i should have just sent him off immediately."

you didn't want anyone but oikawa to see you in that vulnerable a state. it excited you at first but quickly became more than you wanted. you were going to suggest continuing, for his sake, when he pulled you fully off him and sat you sideways on his lap.

"when i get home, we're doing all this over and so much more," he said, stroking your cheek with a thumb. "i'm gonna spend all night apologizing."

❁ kenma

it was a casual day in, both of you doing your own thing while existing together in his room. stumbling upon a particularly suggestive picture on your twitter feed had your eyes wandering toward your boyfriend, arousal pooling between your legs at the mere thoughts running through your head.

kenma was seated at his desk, tapping and clicking wilding at his keyboard and mouse. he didn't notice you crawling under his desk. he only realized your there when your hand slid up his thigh, causing him to start at the sudden contact. he paused his game and slid the chair far back enough to peer down at you. his eyes narrowed, knowing you were up to something. and he had a very good idea as to what.

your hand slid further up his thigh, feather light against his cock. and then immediately pulling away. teasing him the way you knew he hated. "i'm bored," you said, fingers dancing along the waistband of his sweatpants.

kenma swallowed. he'd never admit it out loud, but he loved seeing you on your knees in front of him. your eyes peering up at him, silently begging. and yet you were still totally in control. the whole display had him getting harder and harder the longer he looked at you.

"can i play with you, kenma?" you asked, hooking your fingers in his waistband and tugging lightly. he nodded, eyes fixed to your lips. with his silent approval, you tugged harder at his waistband, his cock springing free. pre-cum was already beading on his tip. you smeared it around his tip before wrapping your hand around him. he moaned at the experimental tugs you gave him.

you licked up the vein on the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip and taking him all the way in your mouth and coming off him with an audible pop. he swore under his breath, head tossing back against his chair. "do that again."

using your hand to jerk him off, you said to him, "so demanding." you threw a teasing grin up at him, but obliged his request. the repeated action drew a moan from him.

you were just getting into a rhythm, taking his cock all the way in and pulling back to just the tip, when his bedroom door swung open. "yo, kenma we're gonna play--" his roommate, kuroo, cut off when he saw you, mouth still wrapped around kenma. you hurried to pull off him. "oh, i didn't know you were here."

kenma stood and pulled his sweats back up, moving to cover your embarrassed form with his own equally embarrassed form. despite the flush coating his cheeks, kenma's face bore a frown. "get out, kuroo, we're in the middle of something."

his roommate smirked, leaning against the door frame and folding his arms over his chest. "I saw."

"get. out."

kuroo raised his hands in surrender, chuckling under his breath. “alright, alright. but be safe kids. use protection.”

the door shut before kenma could respond. he let out a frustrated sigh, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. he sank back down into his chair and turned to face you, nestled under his desk, face still warm with waning embarrassment. he buried his face in his hands. "i'm so sorry. i need to implement a stricter knocking policy."

it was funny to you, nekoma's former brain could analyze an opponent and form a counter attack fairly easily, but he didn't have to foresight to anticipate a possible intrusion while getting head. you wouldn't say that to him, though. not yet, at least.

for the time being, you handed him a controller. "why don't we play something together?"

❁ bokuto

the rush of victory was still fresh in veins, even after celebrating with the team. he snuck you away early back to his hotel room. with all of the commotion, he hoped no one would notice the lack of his overwhelming presence.

he was on you the moment you stepped out of the elevator. hands roaming down the length of your body, lips locking onto yours. he couldn't get enough of you. his hands slid down your back, stopping once they met with your ass. he gave them a rough squeeze. if he had to pick a part of you he loved most, your ass would be a top contender.

he only parted from the soft flesh to fumble with room's keycard, unwilling to let go of you anymore. he let out a small triumphant noise when he got the door open, making you giggle against his lips. he led you into the room, already having unzipped your dress by the time the door closed behind you both. you kicked off your shoes. he slipped the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders, letting it then fall and pool on the floor.

he pulled away from you. his gaze was intense, hungry, as he looked over your naked body. his hand cupped you jaw, finger sliding over your bottom lip, wet with your mixed saliva. the words that met you never failed to make your legs weak, "how did i get so lucky with someone so perfect."

he held the sides of your face in his hands and leaned in to kiss you once again. you made quick work of his clothes, parting from his lips for no longer than necessary. he loved the feeling of you kisses. no matter what they were always so sweet to him.

his hands moved to the backs of your thighs, picking you up with ease. he couldn't be bothered to carry you to the bed yet, instead sitting on the dresser and one hand already dipping between your thighs. two fingers slipped inside your wet pussy and he caught your first moan in yet another kiss. once he built a steady pace, he moved to kiss and nip at your neck, intent on leaving his mark.

at the feeling of you clenching around his fingers, he could have cum right then alongside you. he wanted to play with you a little longer, but he didn't have that sort of patience at the moment. he picked you up and set you on top of the bed, over the covers. he spared a moment to appreciate the way you looked splayed out on the bed. and then he was hovering over you.

he brought your knees up and lined up his cock with your awaiting hole. he shuddered as he sank into you. "feel so good," he muttered. he'd never get tired of the feeling. the pace he started was slow, pulling out and then sinking back in. letting you get used to him again before he really got started.

hooking your legs over his arms, he began to quicken his thrusts until skin started slapping against skin. your sweet moans filled the room, spurring him on. the way you squeezed around his cock made it hard to focus on anything else. whenever he was this intense in bed, he tended to get quiet except for his own noises of pleasure.

through the haze of your approaching orgasm, you thought you heard the sound of the door clicking shut. your eyes opened to find his teammate stumbling into the room. he froze and stared at the display in front of him. bokuto didn’t seem notice, his thrusts still pounding into your spasming pussy. you slapped at his chest until his intense concentration broke. he finally stopped, brows furrowing.

"what is it? what's wrong? did i hurt you?" you shook your head and wordlessly pointed at the sudden audience. he turned, eyes widening for only a second. “can you give us like 20 minutes to finish up?”

the teammate nodded, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. he nearly tripped in his effort to get back out the door as quickly as possible. you felt a little bad, having kicked him out of his own room. but that guilt faded away almost immediately. bokuto began moving his hips again, pulling an involuntary moan from you.

“alright, babe, we only have 20 minutes, we gotta make this quick.”

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[andvys]

I’ll take you higher

Warnings: 18+, smut, blood, unprotected sex

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x female reader

This is not proofread! So if there's any mistakes, please ignore it 

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You knew that something was off with Eddie after you had gotten back from the upside down. Something in him had changed but you didn't realize just how much had changed. 

The first thing you noticed was how cold he felt, his once warm body and touch was now cold, it gave you goosebumps every time he touched you. 

His skin got paler, his eyes had gotten darker. 

His eyes were always intense; his gaze, it changed, somehow it had gotten even more intense. His lust for you had increased, his gaze held even more love than before, you didn't even know that it was possible.

Somehow there was even much, much more love and adoration in his eyes but there was also something else. 

Hunger. 

You couldn’t explain it, you couldn’t explain what had changed him so much but you figured that it was the fact that he was actually dead for a few minutes, maybe he had seen something in the afterlife, something that might've been the reason for his- change.

You held him in your arms, you cried for him to wake up, both you and Dustin have cried for him to wake up. Tears were streaming down your face and you were shaking from how much you were crying, you didn't want to let go of him.

You prayed and you begged for him to come back. 

And as if someone had heard your prayers, Eddie had suddenly opened his eyes again, gasping for air as he came back from the dead. 

None of you could explain it, how he came back after his heart stopped beating but you didn't dare to ask any questions, you were relieved and thankful that he came back, that he came back to you. 

Whatever or whoever it was that brought him back to you, you were grateful. Deep down you knew that there was more to it, to his death but you pushed every thought aside and just focused on the fact that he was here, with you. 

-

Sorting through your polaroid pictures, you smiled at a picture of Eddie. He was laying on your bed, his hair was messy, his eyes were red from all the alcohol you two had consumed that night, he was looking at you with a big smile on his face as you took the picture. 

“Admiring your boyfriend?” 

Startled, you drop the picture as you gasp in surprise, putting your hand on your chest, you turn around, your eyes lock with Eddie’s dark ones, a smirk on his lips as he looks at you. 

Lately he has been getting way too good at sneaking up on you. Your once clumsy boyfriend apparently turned into a ninja..

“Eddie! You scared me..” you mutter, you can feel your heart racing beneath your hand. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to.” he chuckles, waisting no second, he pulls you right into his arms, hugging you tightly “I missed you.” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head, his arms tighten around you as he buries his face in your neck, he closes his eyes as he inhales your scent, it always drove him crazy but now, now he almost went feral every time he inhaled your sweet smell and felt your body pressed against his. 

“I missed you too.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. 

“Your heart is racing.” Eddie points out, the sound of your heart pounding echoing in his ears.

Furrowing your brows, you look up at him “how-”

“I can feel it.” 

Your lips part as you stare at your boyfriend. He looks down at you, a soft expression on his face as he stares at you. The look in his eyes makes your heart flutter, he always looks at you with such an awestruck expression, his eyes holding nothing but love.

“Well you scared me, Eds.” you mumble “I thought you’d come later.” 

Eddie scrunches up his face, tightening his grip on you “I missed my girl and Harrington kept whining about another bad date.” 

You chuckle before leaning up to peck his lips “I missed my pretty boy too.” you mumble against his lips as you look into his eyes through your lashes. 

Eddie’s pupils widen, grabbing your waist even tighter, he slams his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily as he pulls you flush against his body. 

You gasp into the kiss, his lips are moving roughly against yours, his tongue is brushing against your bottom lip. Eddie moves his hand down your body, grabbing your ass roughly making you moan into the kiss.

Eddie smirks into the kiss as his tongue meets yours, your hands move up his body, stopping at his neck, you wrap your hands around it, squeezing his throat slightly you cause him to moan into the kiss, the sound of it makes your heart flutter in your chest. 

Without breaking the kiss, he pulls you towards your bed, pushing you down, he hovers over you as he continues to kiss you until you are out of breath “I love you.” he whispers, stroking your cheek with his cold hand, he looks into your eyes, admiring you “I love you so much, pretty girl.”

“I love you too, Eddie.” you smile as you lean in to peck his lips once more. 

Eddie’s heart swells in his chest, you are his girl, his one and only. He still can't believe that you are all his and that you want no one but him, even after all the things the two of you went through together, he still can’t believe that someone like you wants someone like him, he is scared to lose you, lose you to someone else but whenever his eyes lock with yours, whenever you touch him and smile at him, he knows, he knows that you don’t want anyone but him, he is special to you, so fucking special and at times he doesn't even realize it until you remind him, remind him how much you love him and that you would do absolutely anything for him, just like he would do anything for you. 

Eddie would also do anything to keep you with him, forever. He was always the jealous type and got too possessive at times but ever since you both came back from the upside down, it has gotten even worse. His possessiveness got even worse. Everyone knows you belong to Eddie but the need to claim you in a different way grew more and more. 

Slamming his lips against yours once again, he grabs your waist and picks you up with ease, changing your positions he pulls you on top of his lap so you’re straddling him. 

A moan escapes your lips as you feel him beneath you, he is rock hard. The feeling makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy. Wetness pools in your underwear and you can’t wait to feel him, feel him inside of you. 

He smirks into the kiss as you moan again, one of his hands moves under your shirt while his other hand trails up your body until he wraps it around your throat. 

You gasp at the feeling of his cold hand, at this point you don't know what's colder, his touch or the rings on his fingers. 

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you grind down against him causing him to moan loudly as his grip on you tightens. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you want to play rough?” he murmurs against your lips as you tug on his hair, he loves it, the feeling of your warm skin against his cold skin, the feeling of your lips against his, your hands in his hair as you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours, he is in love, he is so in love with you. 

Smirking, you peck his lips “yes, baby, I want you to fuck me-” pulling his hair back, you lean in, kissing his neck “hard.” 

His eyes flutter as he grunts at your words, your lips on his neck driving him crazy, he can smell your arousal and he can smell the blood that is pumping in your veins, it takes him everything to control himself right now, you smell sweet, so fucking sweet, he wants to taste you so bad.

“Fuck me, Eddie.” you whisper as you continue to kiss his neck while you grind down against him, causing you both to moan in pleasure. 

Squeezing your throat, he pulls you back, kissing your lips one more time before he flips you over, pining you against the bed, he holds your wrists against the bed as he hovers over you. 

God, he looks so hot. His dark hair framing his pale face perfectly, the dark look in his eyes makes shivers run down your spine but it also makes your stomach flutter in excitement. He smirks at you as he grinds against you, he feels his cock twitching in his pants, almost painfully as he feels your heat against his, he can’t wait to fill you up, feel your warm walls around his cock.

Your pupils are widened, your lips parted as you look at him in awe. The sight of it alone makes him lose any sense of control “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to leave the bed for the rest of the weekend.” he husks as he plants kisses along your jaw, smirking at the gasp that leaves your lips, the little ‘please’ from you, making him throb in his pants. 

He leans back, kissing your lips once more before he grabs the neck of your shirt, you furrow your brows in question, your eyes widen in surprise as he easily tears the fabric apart “Eddie!” you gasp in both shock and lust, that was the hottest thing you have ever seen. 

He only smirks at you, taking in the sight of you, he licks his lips as he spreads your legs apart, settling in between them, he grabs your waist causing you to shudder underneath him, his cold touch gives you goosebumps “no bra?” he questions as he cups your boobs, teasing your hardened nipples with his thumbs “E-Eddie.” you whine, arching your back, you try to grind yourself against him in need to feel him but he places his palm on your stomach, keeping you in place, the action just makes you even needier though. 

“Patience, sweetheart.” he teases “let me look at you, you’re so fucking pretty.”

He never fails to make you blush with his sweet compliments but right now you just want him to fuck your brains out. 

“Please.”

“So whiny and needy.” he chuckles as he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue around it he makes you moan. Your hands move to his hair once again, gripping and tugging at it. He groans against you, moving his hand down, he teases you over your panties, moaning as he feels your wetness through the thin fabric “baby, you’re so fucking wet.” he moans. 

“A-All for you.” you moan as he pushes your panties to the side, his fingers moving through your wet folds making you both moan. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy.” Eddie murmurs against your skin as he slips a finger inside of you “so fucking tight.” 

“E-Eddie.” you whine.

He hovers over you, watching your face contort in pleasure as he starts to push his finger in and out of you, your grip on his hair tightens, your hips bucking against his hand “you’re so hot baby.” he groans as he looks at you in awe. 

You pull him down, smashing your lips against his, he pushes another finger inside you as his tongue meets yours. Your nerves are on fire, your skin is hot against his, your juices soaking his ring clad fingers, you are both moaning into the kiss. 

He pushes his fingers in deeper, moving them faster, curling them inside you as his thumb starts rubbing your clit.

Your moans are getting high pitched as you feel yourself coming around his fingers, arching your back in pleasure, you press your chest against his, you gasp as you break the kiss, mumbling his name as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. 

“Good girl.” he rasps as he presses kisses all over your face. Pulling his fingers out, he moans at the sight of your wetness coating his fingers up to his knuckles, he licks his lips as he raises his fingers towards your mouth “open your mouth.” 

Parting your lips, you keep your eyes locked with his as he pushes his fingers into your mouth, closing it, you lick his fingers clean, tongue flicking over his rings. 

“Fuck- you’re so hot.” Eddie whispers as he watches you lick his fingers clean, your eyes almost black from how wide your pupils are, you moan around his fingers as you take them deeper into your mouth “Jesus Christ.” Eddie hisses as he thinks about your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. 

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he wastes no second and slams his lips against yours, instantly moaning into the kiss as he tastes you on your tongue. 

With one hand in his hair you tug him closer, your other hand trailing down his chest until you stop at his belt, he groans into the kiss as you grab him over his pants, he is so hard, it takes everything in him not to come right then and there. 

He pulls your hand up, slamming it against the bed once again, he grips it tightly as he pulls away from the kiss “not yet, I want to have a proper taste first, baby.” 

“No please- later, Eddie.” you whine, the need to feel him inside of you growing stronger and stronger “I just want you inside me.” you whisper as struggle against his grip “please.”

“Fuck.” he curses under his breath, the look in your eyes is so needy and hungry and in love. You are in love with him and nothing would ever change this. 

Right here, in this moment, he realizes just how much you actually love him. He can feel it, he can see it in your eyes, he can hear it in your voice, he can feel it in your touch and god, he is crazy about you, the thought of losing this, losing you, suddenly sparks anger in him, the thought of someone taking you away from him puts him in rage.

"Alright, sweetheart, you can have anything you want.” he kisses your lips “absolutely anything.” he murmurs as he kisses your jaw “I would do anything for you.” he kisses your neck, grazing his teeth against your delicate skin, he closes his eyes, it takes him every ounce of self control not to sink his teeth into your neck and have an actual taste of you “I would kill for you.” 

“E-Eddie.” you whimper, tightening your grip in his hair, you squirm beneath him, his words sending shivers through your entire body “K-Kill?” you breathe, his words weren't playful and the tone in his voice wasn't either. 

“Yes.” he rasps against your neck as he proceeds to kiss you, marking your neck and chest with love bites “you are mine, you belong to me and if anyone-” he pauses, pressing his palms beside your head, he hovers over you, his lips brushing yours as he looks into your eyes intensely “if anyone tries to take you from me, I will make sure they will suffer a slow and gruesome death.” 

His words should scare you, they should make your heart race in fear, you should be scared of him, you should be- but you aren't. If anything, they make your heart flutter, your eyes widen as you stare at him with even more lust, your cunt is throbbing, arousal dripping down onto the bedsheets beneath you. 

Eddie smirks at your reaction, you love it, you love this side of him, he doesn't need to hear you say it to know it, your eyes tell him everything he needs to know.

“And now-” his hand trails down your body, his cold fingers tracing your stomach slowly before he grips your underwear, he rips them off of you, tearing another clothing item apart, the action earns him another gasp from you “now, I’m going to claim you.” 

“F-Fuck- Eddie, what has gotten into you.” you whimper as he pulls you up in a sitting position, pecking your lips before he gets up to get rid of his clothes. You watch him with wide eyes, he was always rough but not like this, he never tore your clothes apart or talked this way but- you love it, a little too much. Eddie just smirks at your words as he finally shrugs his jacket off.

You can’t even keep your hands to yourself whilst watching him take his shirt off, crawling to the edge of your bed, you immediately slam your lips against his after he threw his shirt down, he responds right away, grabbing the back of your neck, he deepens the kiss, moaning as you begin to palm him over his pants. 

He pulls the torn fabric of your shirt off of your body while you start to fumble with his belt, opening it, he helps you with it, keeping his lips locked with yours he takes his pants off quickly, instantly groaning against your lips as you take his cock into your hand, his tip leaking with pre cum. 

Another groan leaves him as you bite down on his lip, his eyes open as you pull away from him as you start to kiss down his chest, his breath hitches in his throat as you look up at him while you press kisses down his stomach, he knows what you are trying to do and while he would love nothing more than to fuck your pretty mouth right now, he would rather be inside your sweet pussy. 

Grabbing your jaw roughly, you gasp as he pulls you up against him again “later princess, let me fuck that sweet little cunt of yours first.” he smirks as he pushes you down against. You swallow, clenching your thighs together, your wetness starts to drip down your thighs as he spreads your legs apart, moving in between them, he eyes you, licking his lips and groaning as he moves his fingers through your soaking cunt “so fucking wet.” he grunts, his cock twitches in his hand, the sound of your whine drives him crazy “so pretty.” he moans as he pushes a finger into you, soaking his fingers with your juices again.

“E-Eddie please, please, I want you.” you whine as you grip his hand tightly, trying to pull his hand away, you don't want his fingers right now, you want his cock.

“So needy.” he smirks, pulling his fingers out of you, he grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, he settles further between your legs, hovering over you, he teases your entrance with his tip, making you both moan out in pleasure. 

“J-Just fuck me already.” 

Gripping your hand tighter, he leans his forehead against yours, telling you to keep your eyes open as he finally pushes inside of you with one quick trust, your warm, wet walls grip around his cock tightly “oh fuck, y/n.” he moans, holding your hip tightly “so fucking tight.” he curses. 

You tighten your grip around his hand, you’re barely able to keep your eyes open, so overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s making you feel. His large cock stretching you out so painfully and good, his grip on your hip is so tight, you’re sure it'll leave a bruise but you don’t mind, the look in his eyes and the feeling of his cold skin against your warm one adding even more pleasure, his cock twitches inside of you, your walls flutter around him and you are so wet, you can feel it leaking out of you already “m-move Eds.” 

He smiles, slamming his lips against yours as he pulls out only to push back in, harder and faster this time making you both moan into the kiss. He feels so good, hitting every spot perfectly, his tongue meets yours as he pounds into you. 

He grips you so tightly it makes you moan both in pleasure and in pain, he grunts and moans, barely able to contain himself, you are so tight and wet. 

“So good.” you splutter as you break the kiss, you are overwhelmed, so overwhelmed by the pleasure he is making you feel, you arch your back in pleasure as Eddie moves his hand down your stomach to rub circles on your clit “O-Oh Eddie.”

Eddie’s cock twitches again at the way you moaned out his name “you’re gonna be the death of me, kitten.” he grunts as he watches your face contort in pleasure, your hand gripping his shoulder tightly as you buck your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“F-Fuck..look at me.” Eddie hisses “I’m gonna- come with me, baby.” 

You open your eyes to look at him, he watches you in awe as he pushes into you slower but harder, cursing at the feeling. Leaning his forehead against yours, he keeps his eyes on you as you both come. 

Your hands grip at him so tightly, your nails digging into his back as he fills you up with his cum. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Eddie hisses as he feels you coming around his cock, soaking him up completely “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Eddie.” you whimper. 

Instead of slowing his thrusts down, he keeps thrusting into you until he grips your waist, flipping you both over, so you’re on top of him “be a good girl for me and ride my cock, y/n.”

You are so overstimulated already but it feels so good, he feels so good. 

He sits up, pressing his chest against yours, he bucks his hips up, making you whimper in pleasure “come on baby.” he rasps, brushing your hair away, he looks into your eyes as he kisses your chest “ride me.” 

You hold onto him as you start to roll your hips, your eyes filling up with tears from all the pleasure “just like that, good girl.” Eddie murmurs. He touches you everywhere, almost as if he’s exploring your body for the very first time. He plants kisses along your chest as you’re moving your hips faster, clinging to his body. 

He stops at your neck, nuzzling his face into the crock of your neck as he moans your name in pleasure “god, you feel amazing.” he grunts. 

You are both moaning and whimpering in pleasure, his cum leaking out of your pussy, your juices running down your thighs as you ride him like there's no tomorrow, he holds you so tightly as if he’s scared that you might disappear if he lets go of you. His hands are in your hair, his face in your neck. 

Eddie is overwhelmed by the pleasure, by the feeling of your beautiful warm skin against his cold one and your smell, your smell drives him crazy, your blood is pumping in your veins, he wants it, just a little taste.

You are both so lost in the feeling, your hips meet, your hands grip at each other as you make love, once again, you are close.

He resisted before but this time he can't, he pushes your hair away from your neck, licking his lips, he grips you even tighter before sinking his teeth into your skin as you come together. 

“A-Ah f-fuck..” you whimper in pain, gasping as you completely register the pain “w-what-” you stutter. Your heart is racing, you grip on him tightens even more, the feeling of your warm blood trickling down your neck makes the situation even more real; he bit you and you liked it?

“E-Eddie.” you whimper, your movements stilling as you hiss at the pain, the pain that feels surprisingly good. 

Eddie never thought that he could fall even more in love with you, he was over the moon already but something had snapped inside of him, was there a word stronger than love? There must be, because he feels something that is stronger than love, stronger than anything else he feels. 

You taste so sweet, even sweeter than he imagined, the moment your blood trickled down his throat, he got scared, scared that he wouldn't be able to stop, that he could kill you but his love for you was stronger than his instinct to drain you of your blood. 

For a moment, he dreads pulling away from you to meet your eyes, scared of your reaction, scared to find you in fear and in tears, scared that you’ll push him away but when you grip even tighter and whisper his name he pulls back slightly. Slowly he lifts his head up, his eyes meet yours and you gasp, in shock and in surprise. 

Blood drips down his chin, your blood. His eyes are red, crimson red.

You should be scared, you should be but you aren't, this is Eddie, your Eddie. Somehow, you feel more arousal at the fact that he just drank your blood, that he sunk his teeth into your neck as he came inside of you. 

Every fear of his disappeared in this moment, your eyes were soft, loving and lustful as you stared into his blood red eyes. Your cunt clenches around his cock, making it hard for him to stay still. 

“Y/n- baby, I-” 

You cut him off, slamming your lips against his, he gasps in surprise, if he knew that this would be your reaction, he wouldn't have held himself back before. 

Your blood on his tongue makes you moan in pleasure, the sound of it makes still hard dick even harder. You will truly be the death of him. 

You kiss even more intensely than before, your grip on him even tighter than before, you can still feel the blood on your neck dripping down, rolling down your stomach. 

You squirm on top of him, he is still inside of you, twitching inside of you, everything feels so sensitive but so good, you roll your hips again, earning a groan from Eddie. 

He grasps the back of your neck as you pull away from each other, he thrusts into you from underneath, hitting your g-spot perfectly, you whine as your eyes open to meet his “E-Eddie, god.” 

“That’s right baby.” he husks. 

He wants a picture of this moment right here, your lips are swollen, red from the blood, your blood. Your skin is glistening with sweat, your hair is messy, tears of pleasure are running down your face, blood is dripping down your neck mixing with your juices and his cum that is leaking out of you. Perfect. You’re so perfect to him. 

“You are so fucking perfect.” Eddie hisses as he moves closer again, your lips are brushing against his as he fucks into you even harder “my perfect goddess.” 

“O-Oh Eddie- I’m c-close.” you whimper as you cling to him again, hands entangled in his hair as you shut your eyes, you see stars from all the pleasure.

“Me too, fuck, me too.” he stutters “holy shit fuck.”

You kiss and hold onto each other as you come undone together, once again. Moaning into each other's mouths. 

It takes you a while to calm down from all the pleasure- even after you’ve calmed down, he keeps you on his lap, cock still deep inside of you, lips interlocked, you’re addicted to each other. Every time you kiss, every time you fuck, your feeling grow more and more intense. 

“I fucking love you.” Eddie whispers as he pulls away after a while, leaning his forehead against yours, he opens his eyes. His eyes went back to normal, back to the beautiful brown color you love so much. 

“I love you too, so much.” you whisper. 

Eddie smiles at you, he looks so happy but there is also worry in his eyes and you know exactly why. He is scared that he is gonna scare you away, that you are going to be afraid of him. 

“And nothing will change that Eddie.” you whisper, assuring him that you love him just as much as you did before, no matter what happens, your love for him will only continue to grow more and more.

“Nothing?” 

You smile, his puppy eyes make him look so innocent, despite the fact that he has blood running down his chin. 

“Nothing, Eddie.” you whisper, pecking his lips��“you can have anything you want from me, you've got me, I'm yours, no matter what.”

His eyes light up at your words, his heart would've fluttered like crazy right now, if he was still human but he still feels it deep inside him, the effect you leave on him.

“And I’m yours, sweetheart.” he whispers “not even death can take me away from you.” 

Nothing, truly nothing can take him away from you and he will make sure that nothing will ever take you away from him. You are destined lovers, made for each other and meant to be together, forever. 

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Prompt - ‘Now this is an open-shut case I guess I should've known from the look on your face.’

Whenever Buck was around things were just easier. He made everything around him lighter, always there with a warm smile and would do anything for anyone. It hadn’t taken long for the two of you to become friends, to be inseparably joined at the hip. It wasn’t just that you worked well together, able to read each other without needing words, you were close once the shift ended, whereas most people who spent as much time as you did with your colleagues would part ways, you and Buck left together and spent hours at each other's side.

You knew that your feelings for Buck went deeper than just friendship, it was obvious to anybody looking at the pair of you that you were half way in love with the man. It was also painfully obvious that Buck was right there with you but you couldn’t see it, not even when the others told you about the way Buck looked at you, not even when they insisted that the two of you would be perfect together.

When you looked at Buck you couldn't see how he felt, sure he was all soft smiles and gentle touches but he was the same with all his friends. You couldn’t guess from the look on his face that he could want more than what you had.

You often found yourself getting lost around Buck, gazing at him whilst he spoke as you tried to see what the others claimed was obvious but you never could. Occasionally you thought something could have been there, some longing glance or adoring look but you always shook your head, convincing yourself that you were just seeing what you wanted to see.

You were content with what you had though, you had to be otherwise it would drive you crazy, you had to be because if you weren’t it meant you’d mess up what you already had with Buck and you couldn’t do that. You’d rather silently pine whilst dreaming about what it would be like to love Buck and be loved back than not have him around at all.

It drove the others crazy that neither of you could see what could be, how easy it would be for the two of you to have one little conversation that would lead to so much happiness. They'd watched you and Buck from day one, seen the way your eyes were immediately drawn to him as Bobby introduced you to the team, saw the way Buck jumped at every opportunity to show you around and helped you with the copious amounts of chores given to you as a probie.

The two of you were perfect for each other, you could go from bantering and teasing into deep and meaning conversations, you were capable of getting Buck to let down his walls, him telling you things he had never shared with anyone before, likewise Buck was probably the person on the planet who knew you best. Whilst it was tempting to shake the two of you by the shoulders until you saw sense or lock you in a room until things were resolved everybody knew that you and Buck had to do this alone, with or without their intervention it was pretty much guaranteed that you two would get together.

It wasn’t just in the way you and Buck could flip between serious and playful when the situation called for it. It was the way you would take one look at Buck, needing only a second to scan his features, before you disobeyed Bobby’s direct orders and followed Buck into a burning building, trusting his judgement and following where he went without a second thought, knowing you’d follow him wherever he went for as long as he’d have you whether it was into his car on the way home or into the flames. It was the way he wrapped his arm around you so casually drawing you closer to him, the way his hand squeezed yours so softly in the truck whenever he could see a call had affected you. It was the way you sat on the counter as you watched him dance around as he spent hours cooking a meal just for the two of you. It was the little moments that would be so meaningless to others that you held close, that made you fall further and further for Buck.

There were so many times you’d just wanted to beg him to show you he felt the same, beg him to take your hand and never let go. You were content with what you had but you could selfishly want more too.

Despite the fact that both of you wanted so badly, nothing happened between the two of you for years, long painful years filled with the most beautiful memories. By this point you knew it was love, there wasn’t another word for the rush of emotions you still felt whenever Buck smiled at you, whenever you watched him scoop Christopher up to greet him, when you watched him punch at the bags in the gym, when he held you in his arms, it was love.  

The others liked to joke that it would take a miracle for you and Buck to finally see that you had practically been dating for all this time. It seemed the universe agreed with the sentiment of wanting you and Buck together but instead of a miracle it gave you a tragedy instead.

It was a call that sounded bad from the get-go and by the time you rolled up to the scene the fire was out of control, already engulfing the two buildings to the side of it. If it was bad outside it was even worse inside. Obviously you were used to feeling the heat of the flames way too close for comfort, it was the job after all, but something about this one felt different, the flames engulfed everything around them, the ceiling was collapsing in on each floor, cutting off exits. Smoke was thick in the air as you made your way through the building, Buck ahead of you as he cleared the way before helping you through.

In the distance a floor or two up you could hear a child crying hysterically, choking on tears and smoke but at least they were still breathing. You and Buck didn’t know how much time you had but it wasn’t long so the two of you tried to work your way upwards, the stairs not an option anymore. You made it up one floor, the sweat pouring off both of you when the radios cracked to life.

“118, evacuate the building.” Bobby’s voice called through and Buck’s head whipped around to look at you, his eyes shifting from yours to the ceiling, the child’s cries closer now. “I repeat evacuate the building, it’s been declared too unstable, it’s going to crumble any moment.”

You and Buck stayed silent, gazes locked on each other for a few seconds as the rest of the team confirmed they were moving out.

“Buck, Y/N, come in.” Bobby called and Buck shook his head.

“What do you want to do?” You asked him, knowing already what his answer would be. Neither of you would be able to leave without at least trying.

“I’m not leaving.” Buck told you and you nodded that was all you needed and you gestured for him to carry on. “Y/N/N, you gotta leave.”

“Not happening, Buck. Hurry, we don't have long.” You told him, seeing the wide eyed soft look he was giving you behind his helmet and any other time you’d be lost in that expression, thinking it over and over but right now wasn’t the time.

“Take my hand.” Buck said as he struggled over the rubble, holding a hand out to help you and you slid your hand into his palm, even with the heavy uniform you couldn’t help but savour the moment.

Bobby’s voice called through the radio again and as you and Buck headed towards the crying child you listened to Buck arguing with him, refusing to leave before turning the radio off completely.

“If we get out of here alive Bobby’s gonna kill you for that.” You told him and couldn't help the pull of your lips as he laughed before pulling himself up another floor, using the rubble to help him.

“Yeah probably but what else is new?” He grinned, holding his hand out again for you and you let him help you pull you up.

The whole building seemed to shake and Buck grabbed onto your arms, pulling you closer as you waited for something to happen, neither of you breathing until a few seconds passed and the building just about stayed standing.

The sound of the child’s screeching cries snapped you back into action, both of your heads turning right in the direction before Buck let go of you with a nod. You nodded back and followed after him with careful steps, keeping your eyes on Buck and desperately trying to focus on him and not the building that was minutes away from collapsing.

“I got her!” Buck called as he climbed through the rubble and picked the child up, she couldn’t have been more than four, her face red and tear stained as more flooded down her cheeks. “C’mere kid, I gotcha.”

Buck picked the girl up and she went willingly, clinging to Buck’s neck as he walked back over to the pile of rubble blocking the room.

“Hey, I’m gonna pass you to my friend, is that alright? She’s real nice and she’ll take care of you.” Buck murmured to the girl and you couldn’t help but smile as he pried her fingers off him and gently passed her through the gap he had made. “That’s it, you got her.”

Just as you took the girl from him the building gave another violent shake that had you and Buck freezing again, the girl letting out a cry as she buried her head against your coat. This shake was worse than the one earlier and lasted longer and you felt sick to your stomach as you kept your eyes on Buck. Buck went to say something, you could see his mouth opening before he frowned and looked up just as the building shook again and before you could even register what was happening Buck had disappeared from view and where he had stood was now filled with rubble.

You were frozen to the spot for a few seconds before you let out a shuddering breath, head shaking as tears filled your eyes.

“Buck!” You yelled, knowing it was wrong but you placed the girl against the opposite wall and began trying to dig your way through the rubble, desperately calling Buck’s name as you struggled against the heavy pieces of ceiling.

“Buck please, come on!” You sobbed before snatching your radio from your coat and calling for Bobby.

“Y/N, what happened? The two of you need to get out of there now!” Bobby ordered but you shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks as you struggled to breath. “Y/N!”

“Bobby,” You choked out, “Bobby I’ve got a kid here but I can’t, I can’t leave him, Bobby, please.”

You would be surprised if Bobby could make out your words, your breath coming out in quick panicked gasps and you were choking on tears as you let the radio go to keep trying to dig through the rubble, making no progress, every time you moved one piece three more seemed to fill its place.

The radio was silent for a few moments before Bobby’s voice came through again.

“Stay where you are, I'm coming in.” Bobby told you and before the radio cut off you could hear somebody protesting but you didn’t care. Bobby would come in and get the girl and you knew you weren’t leaving without Buck.

The flames were closing in and you knew you didn’t have long left. From below you could hear footsteps and you looked towards the room Buck was trapped in and the flames quickly creeping towards the opening you’d used to get onto this floor.

You picked the girl up again and ran over to the opening, already seeing Bobby, Chimney and Eddie coming towards you, putting out as many of the flames as they could. You were already lowering the girl down and Chimney was quick to grab her but you didn’t stick around after that, you were instantly back at the pile of rubble, gloved hands desperately trying to free Buck.

“Buck, Buck please, please I need you. I can’t lose you, not you.” You sobbed out, pleading with anyone who would listen to just let Buck be ok. There was so much left unsaid between the two of you and you promised yourself you’d tell him everything, you’d tell him you loved him, tell him you didn’t ever want to picture your life without him at your side, you tell him everything if you got the chance to.

You hadn’t even heard Bobby and Eddie join you until you saw their hands dragging rubble away too. The building gave another shake but this time you didn’t freeze, you kept digging, kept pleading, kept sobbing. You needed to get Buck out.

Finally, finally, you managed to get into the room. The ceiling had caved in, crashing down into the room and bringing furniture from upstairs through with it. It was bad but thankfully not bad enough that you couldn’t move around the room. Your eyes found Buck immediately, trapped underneath a piece of rubble, a cut on his head was bleeding and his eyes were closed.

Between the three of you, you managed to free Buck from the rubble, you couldn’t see if he was more injured than just the head wound with the coat covering him but you prayed that he was fine, he had to be because you didn’t know what you’d do if he wasn’t.

The building was shaking now, the foundation ready to crumble and Bobby and Eddie wasted no time in lifting Buck between them and quickly but carefully carried him from the building. Just as Buck was being loaded into the ambulance you heard a rumble and glanced behind you just in time to see the building cave in on itself, the two next to it following in suit.

You didn’t care though, just climbed into the ambulance next to Buck and sat still as you watched the paramedics assess him. Silent tears made their way down your face but you couldn’t stop the choked sob that escaped you when they took his coat off and saw a blood soaked shirt underneath.

The paramedic cut the shirt off to reveal a wound that was still bleeding, the blood seemingly just pouring out. It looked like a piece of the rubble or something else that had fallen through when the ceiling had managed to practically slice him deeply from his stomach across to just above his hip.

“Is he gonna be ok?” You asked and the paramedic shot you a look before getting to work on cleaning and trying to stop the bleeding.

It was still bleeding when you got to the hospital.

They rushed him into surgery as soon as he was out of the ambulance and you followed him into the hospital, told to wait in the waiting room. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do so you did nothing, you stood where they had left you, people moving around you like you were nothing more than a ghost, only able to stand and stare at the doors Buck had been taken behind.

You had no idea how long you stood there, still as a statue with tears falling down your face, but eventually there was a hand on your shoulder. You still didn’t move but you at least registered when Bobby moved to stand in front of you, his own eyes teary but ever the leader he didn’t let them fall, not whilst his team needed him.

“Come on, there’s a room for us to wait in.” Bobby told you softly but you barely heard the words, they sounded like you were underwater, drowning in fear and panic and you could do nothing but wait and see if you’d sink or swim.

Bobby gently took your hand in his and you let him lead you through the halls of the hospital, paying no attention to your surroundings. The rest of the team were already in the room, looking up when you entered but you barely even saw them. Bobby just shook his head and led you to one of the seats, softly pushing you into it before taking the seat next to you.

You didn’t know how long you had sat there, staring ahead but not seeing anything, your thoughts racing, picturing a million and one different scenarios. There were so many things you wanted to say, needed to say. If something happened to Buck, if the worst case scenario happened and he didn’t know you loved him, it would haunt you for the rest of your life.

Bobby’s hand periodically squeezing yours in a gentle but firm grip was the only thing keeping you grounded to reality. Hours passed by without you noticing, no doctors had entered the private waiting room the team had been given. No news was good news though you supposed, it at least meant that Buck was still alive and that was all you could ask for right now.

Eventually though somebody did interrupt the silence, a tired looking doctor entered the room and everyone was immediately on their feet, not daring to breathe as they waited to hear the verdict.

“Mr Buckley made it through the surgery successfully,” the doctor told you all and there was a collective sigh of relief throughout the room, your hand squeezing Bobby’s tightly. “We were able to stop the bleeding and stitch up the wound on his stomach.”

“So he’s going to be ok?” Eddie asked and you felt your heart stop as the doctor was silent for a beat too long. “He’s gonna be ok, right?”

“The wound on the stomach won’t be an issue. It’s the head wound we’re worried about. After taking scans we can see swelling but won’t be able to determine how serious it is until Mr Buckley wakes up.” The doctor said and you felt a fresh wave of tears fill your eyes.

“And when will he wake up?” Bobby asked, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye  before focusing on the man.

“I can’t say for sure, it could be a matter of hours or it could be days.” The doctor informed you honestly and you took a shaky breath, speaking for the first time in hours.

“Can we see him?” You asked, voice cracking on the words and you felt Bobby’s thumb brush along your skin comfortingly.

“I’m afraid only one of you will be allowed in the room with him and visiting hours will be over in an hour.” The doctor said before giving the group directions to Buck’s room and excusing himself.

“Go on then, Y/N/N.” Eddie said, causing you to look over at him with a frown but before you could say anything he spoke again. “He’d want it to be you.”

You were silent for a few moments, looking around at the rest of the team who smiled and nodded at you and you suddenly felt a huge burst of love for these people who had become your family. When you turned to Bobby he smiled softly down at you before giving your hand one last squeeze and letting go.

“Thank you.” You managed to choke out before leaving the room and following the doctor's directions.

You had to pause outside of his room before you could enter, looking in through the window at Buck in the bed. He looked peaceful, he didn't look like he was in pain, paler than he should have been and a line of stitches trailing up into his hairline from his forehead.

You took another shaky breath before forcing your feet forward and into the room, sitting down on the edge of the only chair placed next to the bed and taking Buck’s hand in yours carefully.

“I don’t know if you can even hear me,” You said after a long beat of silence where you could only run your eyes across his features. “But if you can, I really need you to wake up, Buck, because I can’t lose you. You’re the best thing in my life and the thought of you not being here with me-”

You cut yourself of with a choked sob, leaning forward until your forehead rested against your joined hands. For so long it had been you and Buck, inseparable, the closest of friends, never seeing one without the other. Of course in your line of work it was always a possibility that something would happen but you tried to ignore it, until moments like this, until you couldn’t anymore. You knew full well you were all in with Buck, in it until the end, just like how you knew that if you hadn’t been able to get him out of that building before then you wouldn’t have left either.

“You have to come back to me because there’s so much I need to tell you, so much I should have already said but I couldn’t but we don’t know what’s gonna happen and we should take every chance we can to be happy, right? And it’s you Buck, it’s always been you who makes me happy. It’s always been you.” You told him, knowing he couldn’t hear you but still it felt good to say it out loud. “Because I love you, Buck. I knew from the moment I met you that one day it would be love.”

You didn’t say more than that, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak through the tears and quiet sobs. Time seemed to pass too quickly because before you knew it a nurse was knocking on the door, giving you a sympathetic smile as she told you visiting hours were over.

You nodded at her and stood up, wiping at your cheeks and ignoring the way more tears replaced them and instead leaned down to place a kiss to Buck’s cheek, letting yourself linger there for a few seconds before pulling away with a whispered goodbye. Once you left the room you only managed to get to the end of the hallway before your knees gave out and sobs wracked your body.

You never hit the floor though, strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a chest, fingers carding through your hair. You couldn’t make out what the voice was saying but you could feel the rumbles. You couldn’t see through the tears but that didn't matter, the arms felt safe and your hand came up to clutch at a shirt.

You didn’t remember moving but you felt yourself being sat down on a chair and brought deeper into a pair of arms. You couldn’t say how long you sat like that for before the sobs turned into shuddering breaths and the world started to come back to you.

“There you go, that’s it, just breathe.” The voice was saying and you pushed away from the chest when you recognised it as Bobby’s voice. “You’re ok, take it easy.”

“What are you still doing here?” You managed to choke out, voice hoarse from how much crying you’d done today.

“I wasn’t going to leave you alone. I already called Athena and told her I’d be staying with you tonight, you wouldn’t mind the company would you?” Bobby asked and again you felt so much love fill you because you had no doubt that if it wasn’t Bobby insisting on being her for you it would be one of the others.

“Thank you.” You told him sincerely, nodding your head whilst desperately trying to choke back more tears. “Seriously Bobby, thank you.”

“It’s what families are for.” Bobby shrugged like it was no big deal but both of you knew how meaningful it was, this team who had become a family, who loved each other so deeply meant everything.

Since you’d rode in the ambulance and Bobby had followed behind in the truck, Bobby ordered the two of you an Uber, waiting outside in the cool air for it to arrive. It wasn’t long before you were home, taking a shower because the smell of smoke and fire clung to your skin.

It felt wrong to be here when Buck was still at the hospital, he should be here with you, but there was nothing more you could do tonight. Tomorrow you’d be back at his side bright and early until you were forced to leave again but for right now you let Bobby gently push you onto the couch and press a warm mug into your hands.

It went on like that for days, you were at the hospital every day and Bobby sorted the time off for you back at the station. You didn’t think you could pull yourself back to work if you tried, the thought of doing the job without Buck at your side was unthinkable.

Bobby had taken to picking you up every night from the hospital, it was an unspoken arrangement, you just left Buck’s room and the man was always there waiting for you. Each night he took you to his and Athena’s, who welcomed you with open arms and a warm meal that they both made sure you ate, knowing full well you weren't eating at the hospital.

It was on the fifth day that things changed, two days after hearing doctors murmur about their concerns of Buck not waking up yet, five days of sitting at Buck’s side for hours on end, talking away about anything and everything just to fill the silence.

On the fifth day you entered Buck’s room the minute the hospital allowed visitors and took up your regular seat, taking his hand in yours before placing a soft kiss to the back of his. It was how you started every morning visit. The first few hours nothing happened and then just after twelve you heard a groan fall from Buck’s lips, your head snapping up at the noise.

You stared at Buck, wide eyed and not daring to blink as if it would ruin any chance of him waking up. It took a while but you watched as Buck’s face scrunched up before he swallowed heavily, tilting his head to the side and shifting to get comfortable before he finally managed to force his eyes open.

When he saw you you were already crying, silent tears trailing down your cheeks as you smiled at him in relief.

“What happened?” Buck managed to slur out before he started coughing with how dry his throat felt and you wasted no time pouring water into a cup and holding it to Buck’s lips. “Are you ok?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the question, here Buck was finally waking up after five days of recovering, stitches on his head and stomach after being crushed by rubble and he was asking if you were ok.

God, you loved him.

“Are you ok?” You asked instead, watching as his lips twitched upwards. “Are you in pain? Should I get a doctor? I should definitely get a doctor.”

You went to stand but Buck stopped you, tightening his grip on your hand and keeping you in place. You turned back to face him and that’s when you saw it. It was the look, the one the others kept telling you about, the one with soft eyes filled with love and adoration, the one with a smile that to most people wouldn’t seem particularly special but if you knew what you were looking for you could see it was so important. It was the look and you were finally seeing it, you couldn’t convince yourself you were looking into it too much, couldn’t convince yourself your mind was playing tricks on you because it was right in front of you and it was beautiful.

“Don’t go.” Buck murmured, his voice hoarse and not able to go above a whisper but you heard the plea clearly anyway. “Just…just stay with me.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” You told him honestly, squeezing his hand and not able to look away from his face.

Eventually you were able to snap yourself out of trance you regularly seemed to get lost in around Buck, long enough so that you could fill him in on what had happened and how long he’d be out of it. As you spoke Buck never lost that soft look, never once let his eyes wander away from you and it took all your strength to bite your tongue and not tell Buck how you felt.

Until you realised that you didn’t have to do that anymore. You had promised yourself you’d tell Buck and maybe half an hour after he’d woken up from a five day slumber wasn’t the best time but suddenly you felt the overwhelming urge to do it, feeling like you couldn’t wait another day.

“What’s wrong?” Buck asked, his attention solely on you so he noticed the shift in your features, the slight crease in between your eyebrows, the way your head tilted as you looked at him but your mind was clearly somewhere else.

“I thought you were gonna die.” You forced out around the sudden lump in your throat, frown deepening because those weren’t the words you meant to say. “I thought you were gonna die and I was so scared. Once that rubble came down so did so many regrets, so many things I wanted to tell you but I was too scared to but then you were gone and I needed you to know them because you couldn’t die without knowing.”

“Knowing what?” Buck asked softly, already guessing where this was going, already feeling warmth spreading through his chest at the chance that you felt the same way he had, that he hadn’t been pining alone.

“Without knowing that seeing you is the highlight of my day, without knowing that any day I let pass without talking to you, it just isn’t a good day. Without knowing how deeply I care about you, without knowing that I trust you more than anyone, that I’d follow you wherever you went. You were lying here and I didn’t know if you were going to wake up and the one thing above everything that I needed you to know is that I am so in love with you.” You told him, not taking your eyes off him and watching his face soften even more if it were possible, watching as his eyes watered slightly but he managed to keep any tears from falling.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, unable to say anything for a moment but you weren’t worried, you didn’t take it as a bad sign, you couldn’t, not now that you’d seen that look.

You had to curse yourself slightly because how had you missed that look, it had been years of Buck looking at you like that and you’d missed it. If you had seen that look so long ago any questions regarding Buck’s feelings for you would have been an open-shut case, you would have known from the look on his face that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“I’ve wanted to hear that for so long, wanted to tell you that for so long because it’s true, I love you more than I thought I could love anyone. For so long I didn’t think I was capable of loving somebody like I love you, I thought I was too messed up from everything. But then I met you and, Y/N/N I knew from the moment I met you that you were going to be so important. I should have told you years ago but I couldn’t see how somebody like you could feel the same way. But I love you, Y/N, I love you so, so much.” Buck told you, the two of you smiling at each other with matching grins, so happy it was almost too much but you both basked in the feeling.

And everyone was right, nothing changed when the two of you started dating. You came into work together and left together, you stayed over at each other's places until you had found yourself all but moved into Buck’s place already and it just became second nature to call his place home. The only difference was now there were no secret feelings, no wishful, longing glances. Now you could say that’s my man and Buck could take your hand in his, now you kissed Buck whenever you wanted just because you could and neither of you took a day together for granted, not when you had spent so many years pining where you could have been together so now you made sure to savour each day.

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pawn, jsc

pairing | j. sc x m!r

synopsis | years after your debut, you've finally reconnected with someone you once adored. this is the night you re-tie the broken strings of your relationship.

cw | sub!top sungchan, dom!bottom reader, masturbation, dacryphilia, praises, implied fwb to lovers. 680 words (kinda short, but meh)

note: im back

"you're so tense, channie~ relax~" a cold gust of wind ran through sungchan's body pleasantly as you whispered to his ear, fans of your hot breaths hitting his face pulled him to his senses of how close you both are to each other.

he squirmed as he felt your thumb rake over his sensitive, leaking tip. you spat once again on his cock and started jerking his shaft at a seductive pace that left him fucking your fist in a matter of seconds.a chuckle escaped your mouth upon seeing his reaction. he's so goddamn needy.

"you're so fucking needy, y'know, puppy? do those pathetic members of nct not take care of you very well?" a whimper came out of his mouth as you had tightened your grip around the base of his length. your action immediately sent the younger jung into an overdrive of thoughts— failing to form coherent words that only a series of disordered nods were sent to you as a response, afraid that he'll get deprived of his most awaited orgasm since earlier. and it is damn well true, shotaro, ten— heck even the most precious taeyong— weren't enough to satisfy his needs for a warm sheath around his dick.

their moans, actions, and expressions were nothing to sungchan. to him, it all seemed like a disarray of greedy sluts that want nothing from him but his cum. the only thing that kept him going were the imaginations of your poetic, melodic and alluring voice filling up his ears every time he hears those "pathetic sluts", as he'd like to call them, moans every moment he thrusts into them. the curves of their bodies weren't quite well-fitted to his calloused hands that did nothing but hold you anytime back then. it drove him crazy that no one has ever leveled to your craziness of making him feel satisfied every night. you're all that he needs, and vice versa.

"i'm always right here, y'know~ always ready to take care of my precious lil mutt~" his skin crawled the moment your salacious lips went into contact with his jawline, trailing down a path of kisses down to his neck and shoulders, claiming and putting your marks to what belongs to you. jung sungchan is yours and no one else's.

your words have always worked on him, causing an unseemly amount of cum to spout from his tip and coat his belly as he leaned his head on your shoulder for support and murmured your name in a low voice.you chuckled at him. pumping him exquisitely through his high, as a poem of sweet nothings fell out of your mouth before leaving a little kiss on his forehead. "that was quick, my prince," you cooed as sungchan could not hold his embarrassment back; cheeks flushing with a very red tint, soft tears brimming his eyes as he looked at you ever-so-loving.

he, of course, did.

you shifted, and sungchan felt his heart drop to his stomach for a brief moment. his fears were allayed as you began to strip off each article of clothing from your skin, exacerbating his cock to clench erected as you straddled him bare.

"i'm not gonna leave you here like this, hyungie~ y'know i care about my puppy so much~" you cared for him, genuinely. you care about him enough to occupy his thoughts every moment he wakes up, leaving him boggled if he has captured your attention for the week or if you've moved on to another, stringing them along like you've done him.

however— every moment that you're with him, making him the center of the universe that you've both created together, even if it's just for a weekend, a day, hours or an inebriated night at a music platform— he swears it's love. sungchan is deeply in love with you. he doesn't care about his broken pride, his ruined reputation, or even his better judgment; he's happy to be a recurring pawn in your game.

"i love you, channie~ and we have all night for me to prove it to you."