#1K LET’S GOO

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

GANG THE MCYT HYPERFIXATION GOT ME INTO FREE COLLEGE (had hermitgang and crane wives on loop while cram-reviewing for entrance tests)

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[blkkizzat]

❛ IN YO PU$$Y TONGUE TWISTIN' LIKE ITS STIR FRY!❜

✰summary: don't ask toji to make you dinner if you aren't ready to be dinner ✰tw: nasty, filthy, insane pussy eating like its groceries. literal groceries cause there's lots of food/cooking sex references lmfao. ✰wc: <1k [no taglist under 1k]

Toji who you sass, telling him to be useful for once and "make you dinner." Unfortunately for you, Toji takes it quite literally as he makes you HIS dinner.

Without any warning you are manhandled down to the couch. Your brand new pink frilly panties utterly trashed, ripped off of you and discarded like a flimsy plastic wrap. Toji kneads open your doughy thighs, ordering you to hold your knees so that you are spread wide for him.

Succumbing to his more debased urges, your coochie would be his 'kitchen' for the next 2 hours. It was obvious from the perverse way his lips smacked together, sucking his teeth at the sight of your succulent cunt—he couldn't wait to serve you up on a platter.

Digging in, Toji wastes no time with prep work. 

Unabashedly feasting in your savory folds as if he were a gourmet who had just been presented with a 10-course 3-star michelin meal. Toji's filthy mouth proves to be such a needy glutton for your pretty pussy—slurping, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive lil’ clit until you’re sobbing. You clench and twitch around his tongue which seems to be on a mission to completely sear your insides, reducing your to legs to gelatinous goo. 

All the heat Toji boils in your core spreads to your entire body and your hands grow slippery with sweat. You shake as you struggle to maintain hold of your knees. Yet the scalding look Toji gives you makes you think twice before you let go of them—lest chef Toji say the dish is ruined and he needs to start all over again. 

“Chef knows best” Toji tells you, along with his specialty cuisine style of "making it nasty", so of course he must braise your swollen throbbing clit in globs of his spit. His tongue bastes over your sopping folds as he scoops the marinated mixture—crafted of his saliva and the syrupy juices of your ripened cunt—back into your steamy quivering hole. 

At the very least you were grateful that despite the embarrassment flaming on your tear-stained cheeks, the amount of carnal pleasure coursing through your body sent your mind into euphoric delirium. Your eyes spared you from the sight of Toji's shameless display of ravenous hunger by becoming lodged into the back of your skull.

Nevertheless, you didn’t need to see to tell that Toji is a messy cook. Some of your rich milky sauce is sure to dribble down to the crack of your ass as his lecherous ministrations cause you to overflow. Not to worry though—when it comes to relishing your perfect pussy, Toji ultimately keeps a tidy kitchen and he is certainly not wasteful. 

Toji will dutifully clean up any mess, unlike your actual kitchen where he never washes a dish. Likewise, although when you try to get him to eat healthier and he refuses his greens—Toji will never hesitate to toss your salad. Stirring his tongue deep into your puckered hole he savors the taste while three of his thick fingers bully into your tight lil’ pussy, blending you up until you pureed all over his fingers.

The intensity of your lustful moans rival that of the vulgar sounds sloshing from your core and echoing throughout the living room. Both sounds Toji finds himself developing an insatiable hunger for and it spurs on his near relentless teasing of you. 

Duplicitous in his positively feral pussy drunk state, he reasons with you that "a chef never reveals his secrets".

Therefore you are never certain upon reaching the peak of your next mind-mincing orgasm if he will serve you utterly delectable release—the sweet nectar of your squirt garnishing his lips resulting in Toji to nearly busting in his own pants from rutting against the sofa—

—or if he will cruelly snatch it away from you again as you teeter right on the edge of rapture. When he does this there is certainly a twinkle in his eyes as he mocks you, "but you weren't quite done simmering just yet, mamas."

Absolutely overdone and oversensitive, if the torture of him stewing your insides becomes too much—If you really whine and tell him you've had enough—to his credit Toji would stop. Stop and hover mere centimeters away from your leaky lil’ peach that is. 

You would whimper, so sore from the abuse of his tongue as his own eyes would roll back at the sugary smell of your arousal wafting off your messed up lil cunny. Toji knows at this point you are too fucked out—too thoroughly made well-done on his tongue to escape from his gluttonous depravity. 

Sloppy and glazed in your cum, the scar on Toji's lip glistens as it pulls into a devious smirk. Huffing out, Toji would softly breeze air over your puffy clit until your lil nub throbbed with enough need to beg for another course. 

Toji would oblige you of course. 

Nonetheless, as punishment for disturbing the chef while he’s cooking, you would have to wait a bit more before you felt his mouth on you again. Only blowing over your sex, your desperate pleas are only met with cruel chuckles chiding you that he needed to "let his food cool properly" before he could eat the next serving.

In the end, Toji's hard efforts in your kitchen are rewarded as he thoroughly consumes every last morsel you have to offer, cleaning up every lingering string of your arousal. With his wanton thirst for your creamy caramelized cunt finally quenched he brings himself up to admire your cute slutted out pout. 

You gasp as Toji’s lips meet yours in a fiery kiss. His tongue is just chaotic, dominating your mouth as if he were still craving the taste of your core.

You're dizzy for air when Toji finally pulls away. Still coming down from your blissed out state you fail to notice Toji had switched your positions. You are now on the floor between his legs while he sits on the couch.

His beefy thighs manspread wide as his girthy length springs from his dark sweats. The angry red tip of his cockhead sways back to hit his abs thickly coated in what must be his own fluids from at some point cumming in his pants just from eating you out.

Reaching out to grab your chin his thumb rubs over your lips in a gentle caress before bullying them open. You were going to roast his cock in that warm n’ tight throaty lil oven of yours.

It was your turn to make him dinner.

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✰a/n: y'all idk im hungry, on my period and i clearly got demons. that's all the defense i got so y'all can lock me away for this now. *runs away* p.s.plug!choso lovers this is not a fic, its a drabble i promise i literally wrote this in tumblr drafts don't kill me LOL

✰reblog & comments are my life's blood. ty!

[mammonsrockstargf]

HIDE AWAY

contents: mammon x gn! reader, fluff/crack?, gets suggestive towards the end, lucifer appearance (boooo), mammon is taller than reader, dumb shenanigans!! you have been warned, teasing, kissing, not proofread wordcount: 1k alba's note: happy birthday to my favourite man <3

“Who’s a good boy?”

“Wha-” Mammon immediately stops in his tracks, his eyebrows narrowing and the tops of his ears turning red.

“Why are ya talkin’ to me like I’m a dog or somethin’?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from you. You can spot a blush growing from his neck, and the sight makes you cackle. 

“You’re my good boy,” you repeat, reaching out to scratch Mammon behind his ear, but he quickly swats your hand away, sending you a look of disbelief. “I’m not a dog!” he exclaims, avoiding your various attempts to ruffle his hair, knowing that if you get his hands on him, he might turn into a puddle of goo. “Stop that!”

You show no effort to stop, continuing to coo at him as though he’s a golden retriever you’ve just spotted on the sidewalk. 

“Hey, I am The Great Mammon! Do not cross me, human!” he continues. At this point, he’s red all over, hastily walking away from you. Your laughter only grows in volume as you continue to mess with him while you follow him. 

“You know what?” Mammon says, abruptly stopping, causing you to collide with his back. “Hmmpf! Hey, why did you—” Mammon turns around, and you go silent as you catch the look in his eyes. Annoyed, amused, and a little bit insane is the vibe you get as his pout morphs into a grin. 

“I’m a demon. I’ll eat you,” he says, teasingly flashing his fangs. You gasp. 

“You wouldn’t!” 

“I will!”

You decide to make a run for it, quickly moving down the hall towards your room. If you can make it in there and grab a weapon (a pillow) in time, then you might make it. Mammon is behind you, cackling evilly. You go around the corner, and you were so so close to salvation, if it wasn’t for the wall you ran into. 

“Auch!” you exclaim, rubbing your forehead. Your heart stops as you realise that the wall is wearing a suit. You look up to find red eyes already glaring at you. Mammon stifles a laugh behind you, pulling at your shirt to get you to walk a few steps back and create some distance between you and his older brother. 

“What are the two of you doing?” Lucifer asks, clearly tired of your shenanigans as you attempt to put on your most charming smile. 

“Hello, Luci. Did you have a good day?” you ask, wincing slightly when Mammon squeezes your hand in warning. You look back at him to find him shaking his head while motioning to stop with his hands. Lucifer sighs. 

“I seem to remember the two of you were on kitchen duty tonight. Perhaps you forgot?” He says, and you open your mouth to speak before closing it again. You completely forgot. 

“Hey, listen, I can explain,” Mammon begins, but he quickly shuts up when Lucifer glares at him. He begins his lecture, by telling you both how you’re irresponsible, and you do your best to pretend you’re listening as Mammon leans down to whisper in your ear. 

“On now, we run,”

“What?”

“Now!”

“Mammoon!”

You’re pulled down the hallway, down the flight of stairs into the living room. You gasp for air, barely being able to keep up with Mammon’s long legs, before you’re shown down another hallway and pushed into a closet. Mammon follows, closing the door behind him. It’s so tiny that you’re pressed against each other, and you can hear his heartbeat as you try to catch your breath. 

“He’s gonna hang you up on the ceiling,” you whisper after a moment of silence and Mammon huffs.

“Not if he doesn't find me.”

“He will find you.” 

You stand for another while and you shift, trying to find better space, but it only leads to you being closer to Mammon. 

“Aw, you stepped on my toe!”

“Sorry,” you giggle, and Mammon groans. Your hands find Mammon’s chest, snaking up to wrap around his neck as you pull him down to you. 

“Let me make it up to you,” you say, pulling him in for a kiss. He immediately reciprocates, his hands finding your hips as you’re pressed against the closet wall behind you. Mammon’s lips are soft, and his hands are warm as they travel around your body. You pull at his hair slightly, nails running along his scalp in the way you know he likes, and he rewards you with a breathy groan, almost a whine, as he leans closer in, till you’re completely trapped between him and the wall. His hands move a bit too low, squeezing your ass, and you gasp.

Mammon doesn’t waste the opportunity, slipping his tongue into your mouth, and you let him before you pull away for air. The closet feels awfully stuffy and hot all of a sudden as he moves down your jaw, placing kisses along your neck.

“Mams,” you sigh, patting his shoulder. “We can’t fuck in a closet.” 

Mammon whines at this, coming up to place one chaste kiss on your lips. 

“Why not?” he asks, as his hands begin travelling low again before you grab them and intertwine your fingers. “Could be kind of hot.” 

You scoff at this, though Mammon seems completely earnest, his blue eyes practically lighting up the small space as he presses another kiss to your lips. “No, one of us would definitely fall, or Lucifer would find us,”—Mammon grimaces at the thought—“or we would break something.”

You could list more predictions, but Mammon seems to get the picture as he rolls his eyes and pulls away slightly. 

“Yeah, okay, I get it,” he says. You lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“I’ll tell you what,” you whisper in his ear, and Mammon hums, arms automatically wrapping around you in a hug again. “If we make it to your room, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” you murmur, and you can’t help but laugh when Mammon’s grip on you tightens as his breath slightly hitches. 

“Yeah, definitely, you’re on, treasure.” 

…

You watch Lucifer string Mammon to the ceiling, attempting to hide your smile as Mammon grumbles. His older brother shakes his head, not even bothering to say anything as he walks away towards his office. 

You kiss Mammon’s nose as he huffs and puffs in disappointment. 

“Biggest cockblock ever,” he mumbles, glaring towards Lucifer that’s disappearing down the hall. You stifle a giggle and kiss his cheek. 

“The night isn’t over yet.”

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[nariism]

a simple mission — neuvillette

accidental confession + "say it again. please."

synopsis. oh. oh no. you were most certainly not supposed to overhear this conversation between the iudex and the duke, but now you don't even know how to act right.

wc. ~1k

— for an anon bff 🫶 | event masterlist ✉️

You didn't mean to eavesdrop.

Really, truly, you didn't. All you had come for was to deliver the new reports from Poisson, have your usual polite chit-chat, then take the rest of the night off for your date.

Really, truly, you wish you hadn't overheard the conversation on the other side of the door—the muffled voices of who you presumed to be the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide making his rare overworld appearance and the Iudex of whom you held so dear.

Really, truly, you meant to walk away when you heard the passing of your name from Wriothesley, the curious tone and the silence that followed.

"I don't get you." A sigh, indignant and frustrated, then: "You're supposed to tell people how you feel. Jeez."

"It's quite complicated."

"Complicated? Come on, I'm tired of watching the two of you make goo-goo eyes at each other."

"... 'Goo-goo' eyes?..."

You stifle your laughter at the strained voice, though you have to wonder if your crush on Neuvillette was so obvious that even the warden had noticed from afar.

"You're seriously just going to let them go on a date?"

"That is their decision to make. Not mine."

"Whatever. I'm just saying you should consider the possibility that you should pursue this."

"My feelings for them don't amount to anything, so just forget—"

The door swings open faster than you can blink and you're left flailing around pathetically with your stack of papers. Both men stand dauntingly in the doorway, peering at you in mortification (and, to your horror, a shine of amusement in Wriothesley's eyes).

Really, truly, you wanted to melt into the Primordial Sea right then and there. And perhaps you should have turned heel and bolted away to do just that, if only to miss the incriminating colour blooming on Neuvillette's cheeks.

He was right. It is complicated, and the way he can't meet your gaze makes it all the worse.

You've called off your date tonight.

It's not the first time. It certainly won't be the last if this keeps up.

Unsure of what to do or where to go, you end up soaked in the rain at the edge of the city. The bridge overlooks the flooding Court of Fontaine—a pretty, weeping sight that Neuvillette had shown you what felt like eons ago. Back when the two of you were just friends and nothing more, when his name didn't stir something scorching within your heart.

What should have remained a professional, civil relationship between you and the Iudex grew into something more as the years passed.

You noticed the glow of his lilac eyes, the way they softened when you entered a room; the undeniable fondness in his expression as it crinkled with his smile, dignified but warm; the lingering of his hand over yours as he accepted whatever you brought to him for that day, a gesture which he hadn't graced others with to your knowledge.

Wriothesley had bugged you once about it before during one of his visits, calling you a lovesick fool. As it turns out, he loved drama of all sorts and was making it his personal mission to witness this opera himself.

You hadn't expected him to bring it up with Neuvillette as well, thinking that he would be too off put by the judge's apparent indifference toward you.

The soft pitter-patter of rain hushes as an umbrella unfolds above you, shielding you from the onslaught.

"You'll catch a cold."

You visibly deflate, head burying into your arms along the stone railings. Oh, dear. You don't know how to act right now. How are you supposed to act in front of the person who admitted to having feelings for you just a few ago?

Neuvillette takes your silence as his cue to continue probing. "I wanted to chat with you about what happened today. But, if you're busy then..." He turns his head left and right, searching for any signs of the date you had thrilled about earlier this week.

(A date that you wished could erase all the feelings you had for him, to no avail.)

"I'm not busy. I canceled," you tell him quietly. You stand up straight, turning to face him but with avoidant eyes. "What is it?"

"I want to apologize if I made you uncomfortable this afternoon. I understand it is unprofessional for us to be involved with each other, and I won't bring it up again. Not even to Wriothesley."

You blink at him, half surprised yet half not. The sudden downpour of rain roars in your ears deafeningly, somber weather matching his darkening appearance.

"You don't have to apologize. I wasn't uncomfortable, just..." You look away awkwardly. "Confused."

"What is there to be confused about?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. "About why you never told me how you feel."

(Hypocrisy at its finest, honestly.)

Silence overcomes you again as he considers your words, deep in thought. You can tell just by the minute twist of his lips and the narrowing of his eyes, and it makes you sick that you can read every single tell of his emotions.

"I wouldn't want to burden you. I am unfamiliar with feelings such as these. I don't think I am fit to be your partner."

"Nobody is perfect," you remind him gently, reaching out to wipe the wetness from the rain off his cheeks. "Do you think I'm perfect?"

"Undoubtedly."

His quickness makes you snort with laughter, hand withdrawing from his space to take the umbrella.

"Wrong. Very wrong. I eavesdropped on you today, you know?"

"I know," he mutters, cheeks flaming with colour again as he remembers how flustered you seemed with the door swinging open. "How much of it did you hear?"

You hum, a soft smile spreading across your face. "Enough."

Neuvillette shrinks back in embarrassment. "And I suppose Wriothesley knew you were behind the door the entire time. Nothing escapes him."

"I'll have to thank him later," you giggle.

The Iudex stiffens. "You will?"

"Well... only if you say it again."

"That's—"

"Please?"

You watch the Adam's apple in his throat bob as he swallows, unable to regain composure.

"If I had feelings for you, would you accept them?"

You close the umbrella and shake it off, relishing in the sprinkle showering over you.

"A million and one times, I would."

He smiles, taking the umbrella from you. His hand lingers over yours for a moment, as always.

"Then I believe you do have some thanking to do."

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[joelslawyer]

logan howlett x fem!reader

Pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: smut, f! receiving oral, piv. no use of y/n.

Because Why Not.

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Logan has to fight to contain the animal inside him at the best of times, but this is not the same.

It’s something else entirely to have to wait just to get a minute alone with you, to hold himself back from kissing you in public, so forceful and fervid you’d turn to goo in his arms. Never mind resisting the urge to fuck you so deep you’d forget how to speak. 

It’s torture.

And it makes the moments when he gets to have you like this all the more precious. Because right now he’s got nothing but time. Nothing but time and you, all spread out on your back with your legs hooked over his shoulders, glistening pussy right there, just begging to be devoured. 

And he does. For as long as it takes just to feel you let go for him. 

It never takes very long.

He savours it all the same, eyes closed, brows furrowed in concentration as he draws slow, practiced circles over your clit with his tongue and sinks two fingers inside you. He feels you stretch and pulse around him, knows you’re close now. It makes him fucking dizzy. 

“Logan!”

That’s what he’s after. That sweet cry if his name on your lips, the way your body seizes beneath him and your thighs clamp down against the sides of his head.  

He loves when it’s like this, when you shake with the force of your orgasm and your whines get so loud he’s sure they’ll hear you in the next town over. He knows just when it starts and just when it ends, senses the crest and crash of your nerve endings and the clenching grip of your cunt around his fingers. Your high-pitched moans fade into breathless sighs and he knows it’s over now. 

He just doesn’t want to stop. 

His mouth never leaves you, lips sealed over your wet folds as he laps at your release, the scent of you so heady here it clouds nearly everything else. Logan rarely lets his guard down, but he’s always weakest here, face buried between your thighs and the tang of your arousal so potent it feels like you’re everywhere. 

He licks daringly at your puffy clit, just because he can, and your sharp intake of breath makes him hum a muffled laugh against you. 

That’s when you start to squirm. You twist to get away as he skirts his tongue over your sensitive nub, but you should know better than that. Logan’s grip is firm, arms hooking under your thighs to hold you in place, his hands finding purchase against your rib cage. Yours fist listlessly in his hair, tugging with all your might - and it’s cute, really, that you think that’ll work. 

“Logan, please,” you whine.

I know, he thinks. I know it’s too much. 

But still he doesn’t stop. Because he knows you can take it. Have taken it so many times before. 

So you give in and let him work. Logan licks and sucks and laves at your core, spears his tongue into your pulsing hole, massages patterns over your aching clit. You whine until your body stops convulsing with oversensitivity and melts back into something else, until your fingers in his hair are pulling him closer instead of pushing him away, until you’re holding him flush to your cunt as you begin to grind up into his mouth. Chasing release all over again–like he knew you would. 

He hears the rapid acceleration of your heartbeat as he slips his fingers back inside you, feeling you near another peak. You cry out a strangled sound and his free hand finds yours on the bedsheets, fingers interlocking, tethering you with his mouth locked over your clit and his fingers brushing at that sweetest spot inside you.

He hums a low grunt against you, tilting the sound upward like a question–

Yeah?

Your wide eyes lock with his, nodding before your head falls back against the pillows and you’re crying out for him again. 

“Fuck–yes–Logan!”

It’s damn near violent how hard the second one hits you. Your spine arches under him and you gush at his coaxing touch, the taste of your release so enticing it only makes him less inclined to unlatch himself from you, only makes him grip you tighter just to keep you pressed against his mouth as you come and come and come for him. 

It awakens something animalistic in him, the way you claw at his shoulders and sob out his name.

He might go insane if he doesn’t fuck you right now. 

“C’mere, princess.”

It’s grunted out in a rush as he finally pulls away only to flip your limp form over so you’re lying on your stomach. You move for him like a ragdoll, whimpering with the come down from your high. You don’t resist in the slightest when he tugs at your hips so you’re on all fours, when he spreads your legs wider to admire the mess he’s made of your cunt. Not even when he dives forward to press his lips against your folds again with a hungry, impatient growl. 

“Fuck,” he groans, breathing in your scent and relishing in the yelp you let out when he sucks obscenely at your still-twitching core. “Can’t get enough of you.”

It’s so low he doubts you’ll hear it. It’s only when he straightens out behind you, cock in hand, that he notes the tears in your eyes where your face is pressed against the mattress. 

Collecting you in his arms, he works to be gentle as he pulls you upright into his chest. Your head falls haplessly against his shoulder but Logan’s not really interested in letting you rest at the moment. Not yet anyway. He’s not done with you yet. 

With a hand on your chin, he forces you to meet his eyes.

“You need a breather?” he asks, voice a little darker than he intends. His cock, hard and leaking, presses between your ass cheeks and you wiggle back into it with a sleepy, dazed smile. 

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head.

He kisses you, deep and appreciative if not all too fleeting. Because then he’s pressing you back down into the sheets with a hand at the back of your neck and notching his cock at your leaking, throbbing, perfect hole. 

“Good,” he grunts, wasting no time as he pushes forward and finally sheaths himself in your warmth. 

[welldonebeca]

Glitter and Goo (I)

Summary: When you have to go on a mission to a different planet together, Bucky is hit by a mating ritual flower, and some feelings you two have been hiding come up. AKA: It’s a sex pollen fic with a side of breeding kink. WC: 1k words Warnings: Tension. Romantic tension.

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Masterlist

You watched the door of the ship nervously as Bucky ran up, keeping your distance as he practically barked at you in the COM system to do.

"Are you sure you're alright?" you insisted as he walked past you, sniffing, a little irritated on the nose.

What was that smell?

"I'm fine," he grunted. "I just need to clean up."

You hesitated a bit. The two of you were alone in that mission, to find some special element on a different planet.

"Did you get it?" you asked him, crossing your arms.

Bucky walked into the isolated decontamination shower.

"I did," he called from inside. "It's in my pocket."

You walked near the door, trying not to look inside.

"Get me a ziplock bag," he commanded.

"Are you sure you are alright?" you insisted. "Bucky, if it sprayed on you-"

He didn't even let you finish.

"I'll be fine," he snapped. "Just get me the ziplock bag!"

You stood stiffly, surprised by the harsh words.

Now, that wasn't like Bucky.

He sighed on the other side.

"Sorry," he spoke quickly. "I'm just... I want to wash this off of me."

You walked to the side, taking some of the ziplock bags you had.

"What happened?" you asked him, showing the empty ziplock to him.

The door opened slightly, and he pulled it from your hand quickly, closing the door again.

"Fucking flower exploded in front of me when I was kneeling," Bucky explained. "There's powder and goo everywhere. But I'm alright, really. Just... let me shower."

You pressed your lips together, but kept quiet, not wanting to fight with him and have a long, awkward trip back home. It was just the two of you for two fucking days.

"Do you want me to get you a change of clothes?" you offered.

This wasn't your shared bathroom, it was a fucking decontamination shower.

Bucky sighed.

"Yeah," he decided. "Please."

You did, placing it down in the exit and putting your protection equipment before taking his clothes and the element.

His jacket was covered in some pink shimmery dust, as he had just gotten in the way of a glitter bomb.

You took some of it too, putting it in your database, along with some of the goo, though most of it seemed to have dried already. The best-case scenario was that nothing would happen, but it was best to be safe.

"Friday?" you called. "Can you send a copy of these to HQ too? Maybe someone knows what they are."

"Yes, ma'am," the system answered back.

By the time you were done and back, Bucky had left the decontamination shower, and looked very grumpy.

"Hey," you stopped in front of him, still a little hesitant. "Doing alright?"

He glanced up at you, eyes lingering on your chest before moving to your face, scrubbing his metal arm.

"I'll have to get someone to look into my arm," he told you. "I don't know if something got between the plates."

You tilted your head, surprised.

"I thought it was self-cleaning," you noted. "Like... a fancy self-cleaning oven, of sorts."

His lips curled in a tiny smile at your joke.

"Most of the time," he confirmed. "But I never had alien pollen and goo on it before."

You shrugged, amused.

"Well, good luck," you wished him. "I sent that stuff to the database, just to be sure."

He hummed a bit in confirmation, and you left him alone, going to the food supply to fix dinner for you two.

"Bucky?" you called. "Why didn't you tell me they packed us lemons?"

Bucky had been the one to deal with the food on the way up, more used to making food in a ship than you'd ever been.

You looked back at the lack of answer and walked back to where you'd left him, finding him resting back on the wall, looking a little loopy.

"Bucky?" you called.

He jumped, surprised, though his eyes were still heavy.

"Hi," he gasped back. "Sorry, what?"

"Lemons," you told him. "You didn't tell me we had them. I can make lemonade."

Bucky took his hand to his nose, pinching in.

"I'm not hungry," he told you. "Maybe just... I don't know. Squeeze one for yourself?"

You shifted on your feet.

"Are you alright?"

Bucky rubbed his eye.

"Yeah," he waved you a dismissive hand.

"Maybe you should have a nap?" you suggested. "Did you sleep since we left?"

He moved slowly, shaking his head.

"Gotta make sure you're safe," he mumbled. "We're in space."

You shook your head.

Bucky was so protective, and it was cute, but it worried you a bit. You were a scientist, not an agent or an Avenger, like him, but it didn't mean you couldn't protect yourself. You worked for SHIELD! Being able to protect yourself was probably the most important thing after being good at your job.

"Well, we can't be more alone," you assured him. "And the ship is very good at protecting anyone who is inside."

He scoffed, but you reached for him anyway, pulling him.

"Come on," you told him. "Bedtime for you."

He grunted but followed you quietly as you guided him down to your shared dorm, sitting him on his bed - the bigger one, large enough to fit his massive body.

"Don't want to leave you alone," he fell back, hand holding yours closely.

You squeezed his hand and he took it closer to his face, nosing your skin.

"I'll be alright," you assured him. "Don't worry."

But Bucky didn't let you go, holding you with such firmness you couldn't help but focus a little too much on it.

His lips brushed against the back of your hand as his eyes closed, mumbling something so low you couldn't quite understand the words.

He dozed, and when you tried to move, he just held you in place.

You sighed, and reached for your bed, taking your pillow and sneaking it to his side. It was weird, maybe, but when you put it near his face, he sought it with his nose, sniffing it and moving closer and grabbing it, finally letting you go.

Bucky nuzzled your pillow happily, holding it in a tight grip as he turned to his side, and it awakened something in you, imagining how it would feel to be the one he was squeezing so closely like that.

Still, you stood up, shaking some wisdom into yourself and walking out, closing the door.

He needed to rest.

…

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iris - han jisung

word count - 1k+ pairing - han jisung x reader warnings - none, just immense softness author’s note: *clears throat, taps mic* is this thing working? anyway, hi y’all i am VERY new to stayblr and to writing on stayblr. this is my first work ever on here. it was born out of my head full of han jisung’s cover of i love you so and my carnal, visceral, insatiable need for him to cover iris by the goo goo dolls... i can picture it already grrrrrr. anyway, hope you guys like this soft little hannie writeup like i did. show it some love if you can xx and i’d be very happy to hear ur thoughts on it <3 

The rain pours outside and the pattering against the window creates a soothing thrum in the confines of your room. The lamp by your bed casts a warm glow. The strong earthy scent of the cups of coffee that you had brewed wafts in as you push open the door with your leg. Your boyfriend who lay on your bed, scrolling through his phone let out an appreciative hum and a deep sniff.

You slowly settle down into the mess of blankets and your boyfriend’s limbs. “Here you go, Hannie.”

“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs as he sits up, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek. He grabs a cup from your hand and throws the blanket over your knees as you cuddle up into his side. His phone now lay discarded by the bedside table and his attention was focused on you.

“I feel like every single thing that weighed down on me just fell away as soon as I stepped in here.”

A gentle smile makes its way onto your lips. “Yeah?”

“I missed you so much. I love work, but I missed you so much. It gets so hard sometimes. Somedays I’m tired to my bones and I want to fall apart. I don’t want to face the world or go on stage…Just wanna crawl into your arms and lock us away like this.”

You reach out to him, hands sweeping beneath the hood of his cozy sweatshirt, fingers weaving into his hair. “I know, baby. And you still went out there every night and put on the performance of your life. And now you have hours and hours to be in my arms, just like you want.”

Han looks down at you, eyes glimmering with a fondness that leaves them a little glazed. He leans over, lips finding yours in a soft press of flesh. He kisses you once, twice before he pulls back and away. His coffee mug joins his phone on the bedside table before he fumbles out of the bed, walking away.

“Be right back,” he calls out behind him.

You sip on your coffee revelling in the bittersweet taste of it while wondering where Jisung had suddenly disappeared. You looked at the window, the raindrops merging into one another in a glistening array of oranges and blues reflected on the glass.

A few minutes later, Jisung walks in with his guitar in his arms.

“Oh, are we getting some music to keep us company?”

He flashes you a wide smile as he joins you again. He settles back against the headboard, guitar resting over his thighs. “I have a song for you. Makes me think of you.”

Your heart flutters in your chest. Jisung always makes your heart flutter - as if he was still just a crush. Like your fingers just brushed against each other’s. Like you were sneaking glances and caught the other already looking. Like the first press of his lips against your cheek. Or your trembling fingers as they held his for the first time. Like the tremble of his breath in your ear that first night. “For me? Which one is it?”

He only smiles in response as his eyes focus on settling his finger over the right chords before he begins strumming.

“I’d give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow.”

As you register the words and recognise the song, there’s an immediate sting at the back of your nose building up. Your eyes quickly water as Han’s mellow voice bleeds through the room, reverberating around you, embracing you whole as it makes its way right into your heart, your soul.

He’s a vision, right there in your bed. His hood over his head, hair messy, in a pair of raggedy, old sweatpants. The lamp crowns him with a balmy halo as he gazes right at you while singing. He looks so at ease like he’s exactly where he needs to be, exactly where he belongs. He’s right there looking like the love of your life.

“And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand.”

A stray tear finally escapes your glistening eyes, running down your cheek. Somehow, if it was possible, Han’s eyes only grew fonder.

“When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

You sniff quietly, wiping away the tear as quickly as it came. You weren’t sad, no. How could you be, with the man of your dreams sitting in front of you, in your little haven of a room, singing to you like you were the only one who needed to listen to his voice like this.

As the last chords of the song die out, Jisung sits there for a few seconds, his pretty doe eyes watching you carefully.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You whisper, voice still a little watery.

Han’s lips curve into a tender smile. “I’m going to marry you.”

Your breath hitches. “Hannie…”

“I know it. There’s a lot of things I’m unsure of. But this is not one of them. I’m going to marry you one day.”

He quickly puts away his guitar when you surge towards him, finding himself with a lap full of you. Your hands cup his face as you lean your forehead against his. “You mean that?”

“Of course, baby. I mean it.”

You kiss him deeply, the taste of coffee on your tongue drawing out a hum out of him. You pull away only to pepper kisses all over his face - on his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids, his ears. His laughter fills the air and his hands squeeze your waist affectionately.

“It seems you like the idea of it,” he mumbles, chasing your lips again.

You huff out a breathless giggle as he pushes you off his lap and into the mattress. “Well yeah, I am gonna marry you too, Han Jisung.”

A wide grin blooms on his face as he hovers over you. He’s tugging off his hoodie and leaning down towards you, as he whispers. “Wouldn’t dream of having it any other way.”

[silkscream]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫

ੈ✩ pairing: peter parker x reader

ੈ✩ summary: peter swallows down his feelings for you.

ੈ✩ warnings: smut (18+), mild angst, friends with benefits, unrequited love vibes, not edited

ੈ✩ wc: 1k

ੈ✩ a/n: i wrote this while i was drunk gfdhjkgfdh. this is also based on a situation that i am dealing with atm. a wild combination, if you ask me.

you’re making this so difficult. you’re making this so difficult.

but it’s not your fault, never is. peter has been trying to push you away from his head for the sake of a healthy amount of space, because that’s what friends with benefits do. evidently, he fails at his vow when your name lights up his phone and he finds his face warm already. this happens on more nights than he prefers. you have no idea, though — the way you enter the room at the party and nod to him, pass by him with a brush of your hand to his shoulder in greeting before talking to someone new. you, you, you. always so cool and collected and alluring to him. like ripe fruit that he isn’t allowed to pick.

he was getting so good at being casual with you, but his desire had him slipping through the cracks all the time. this desire that’s turned into complete tenderness. there was a moment about two weeks ago when he felt a true serenity from smelling your perfume on his t-shirt and he knew he was fucked. you’d been invading his dreams since. even one glance from you makes his cock twitch.

and obviously, he’s much more interested in you than anyone else at the party. the dopey, drunken smile on his face lingers as you go on about your day, playing with his fingers mindlessly on the couch while your other hand nurses a red solo cup.

it’s like you can read his mind, the way you take him by the hand to get him alone. he’s dazed now, mouth connected to yours swapping lovers’ spit, tasting tequila and wine and sprite on your tongue. an amalgam of alcoholic potions has led you here, but for peter, you’re it. it’s just you that has him intoxicated. you really are the forbidden fruit.

in between kisses, he feels vulnerable. he wants to tell you desperately how he’s falling for you, how you terrify him, how he doesn’t want you to touch the skin of anyone else. and then you give him those eyes and he shuts up, swallows it all down to make himself useful with your cunt instead.

he’s so eager to please — that’s what you like about him. whatever he can do to coax out those heavenly whimpers, the rushed gasps falling from your lips as his tongue laps up your clit, he does it all. the way your legs shake makes him feel fucking insane. peter thinks maybe when you whimper his name there’s something behind it, maybe you need him as much as he needs you, but he pushes away the thought. focuses on making you cum on his mouth instead. and you do — over and over and over. peter won’t let you refuse him even when you’re pulling on his hair hard. he needs to hear your gasps, your whines, the way your voice cracks when you say his name until you’re numb in the head.

“stop, stop please, peter,” you squeal. “need you to fuck me.”

“you sure?”

“mm. is the sky blue?” you exhale, devilish grin taunting him. even in your vulnerable state, fucked out from your orgasms, you still find a way to push him. tease him. he’s a fucking goner.

“fine,” peter chuckles breathily. he needs to be inside you and screw his eyes shut instead of looking at your angelic face, doe eyes blinking up at him like he’s the only person in the world.

he never gets over the sounds you make when he enters you, the way you gasp and moan like a helpless animal while your hands clutch his arms with a brutal grip.

“c’mon, pete,” you beg.

“don’t wanna be too rough, baby.”

“but i want it.”

the way your mouth looks when it goes slack makes him give in. suddenly, peter’s hips snap to yours with vivacious force, earning him the sound of a groan from you. your cunt clenches him almost immediately and he has to remember to compose himself so he doesn’t lose it too soon.

“feels so good,” he slurs. “every fucking time.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

it’s funny, the way you beg for his cock and the way he gives it to you as rough as you want it, yet the glint of your eyes states that you’re still somehow in charge. even underneath him, you’ve got your teeth sunken into him and he’s more than willing to take on the scars.

he feels lightheaded already, jaw clenching as he continues to snap his hips to yours while your mouth sucks on his neck.

“god, ‘m gonna cum soon,” he breathes.

“yeah? gonna cum for me?” you grin.

it’s not fair. you’re the one underneath him. yet he’s about to fall apart while you egg him on and god, your pussy contracts in a way that feels so so tight around his cock.

“peter, fuck—”

the mere sound of your voice has him releasing his inhibitions. peter exhales heavily, his heavy body going limp on top of you while his hands are still tangled with yours. his eyes are closed when he kisses you again, and it’s so deep and sensual that you’re lost in the taste of his mouth. both of your bodies seem to melt together slowly like a burning candle.

you’re the first to release yourself from the kiss, doe eyes and long lashes gazing at him with a smile. you run a hand through his chestnut hair.

“feel okay?” you ask.

“yeah,” he nods, chuckling. “um, let me clean you up.”

and he does, wiping you off with his t-shirt, kissing you on the forehead. peter can’t quite decode the expression on your face.

“hey.”

“yeah?” you mumble, busying yourself by putting your clothes back on. there’s a pause, a moment of silence. you look at him with raised eyebrows. warmth pools in his body like slow honey.

he swallows his yearning once again. he tries to bury it down in his body until it dissipates completely.

“we should get back to the party.”

the smile you give him is solemn, but maybe he’s overthinking it.

“sure thing, parker.”

[thepersonnamedsam]

he needed more than me - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x gn!reader

summary:

tears over beers - modern baseball

not strong enough - boygenius

iris - goo goo dolls

warnings: s/h, sui$ide, bad mental health

!don’t read if you feel triggered!

word count: 1k

note: don’t ever feel like there’s no one that cares, there’s always someone that does, even if it’s a stranger on the other side of the phone call.

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pls, for the love of god, if you ever feel like this is the end, talk to someone

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these are all suicide/crisis hotlines, free and confidential, open 24/7

reach out for help, even if it’s just a friend, you can always talk to me too

——

He was my one true love, you know? He was my everything. And even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, or hold him through the night, I still knew, he was the one that I loved and I couldn’t ever let him go.

He was the sunshine in my life, the life I never quiet lived. But he brought out the best in me. The warmth spreading through my body as he smiled at me. Nothing could ever replace that feeling inside my body.

„I love you“, he murmured against my skin. Tattooed hands softly scraping my thighs. Goosebumps arose on my body and I shivered. He quietly chuckled. His laugh warmed my soul. „I love you more.“

And it was true, I loved him more than anyone ever did. My love for him was like warm milk with honey on a cold winter day. My love was all I had for him.

But it was never enough, at least not for me. I can’t speak for Daniel, you know his head, don’t you? Always smiling and never letting his true emotions shine. I just hoped he had some piece of mind with me.

„I’m so proud of you, honey“, I whispered and he squeezed me tighter to his body. He toward over my frame, a small smile playing on his lips. „So, so proud, you don’t understand.“

„I do“, he whispered back, lips against lips. I smelled his perfume on his skin. I felt his beard scratch my cheek. I felt his smile on my lips. I felt everything, his every atom, his every emotion; everything. It all felt too much, but I’d feel hell for him.

„I’d do everything for you“, he told me, softly kissing my lips. His lips tasted of honey, my favourite chapstick, that he stole once again.

„I’d do more for you.“ He never once argued over my statement, because he knew it was true. He’d kill for me, but I’d die for him.

Even when it all became too much, with all the hate and all the emotions involved, I still stayed. Even when I didn’t feel myself, even when I only felt him if I bled. I still stayed.

He was my one true love, and even though I couldn’t see him as much as I’d liked, hold him in my arms all through the night, I still knew he was the one for me.

But I wasn’t strong enough, always an angel, never a god.

The blood always hidden inside my body, his eyes never touching it. He didn’t know, or he didn’t tell me he knew.

Either way, I’d do anything for him, even if it meant, that he needed more than me. I wasn’t strong enough for him.

My skin etched to be bleeding, my thoughts begged to be stilled. He was my one true love, you know. I’d do everything for him.

Like the Goo Goo Dolls said: „Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.“

I’d give up forever to touch him, I knew he’d understand and feel me somehow. I knew he’d solve the puzzle and riddle me a new one. I knew he’d understand, even if he didn’t.

You know Daniel, he wouldn’t ever cry, not once did I see him cry in front of anyone but me. He saw me cry thousands of times. Held me close in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into my ears.

„You got this, beautiful, just hold on a little longer. „We’re gonna buy a house outside any civilisation, with a big garden. Vegetables and fruits, so I only have to go into town once a month. It’s gonna be great, I’m gonna put a diamond ring on this finger and we’re gonna hold a small wedding in our backyard. You just have to hold on a little longer, please, just eight minutes until the paramedics arrive“, he begged and begged and begged.

But my body was so tired from all the fighting, from all the hate, from all the pain. Eight minutes was too long. And I knew I hurt my love that day. But I couldn’t stand to live much longer.

Always an angel, never a god.

And when I tell you, that he finally cried in front of other people, my heart skipped a beat for my one true love. He was opening up. That was an other reason why he needed more than me.

To Daniel,

I may not get to see you as often as I’d like.

I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.

But deep in my heart I know, you’re the one that I love and can’t let go.

Don’t ever hide your emotions. Please Daniel. Don’t ever only be the sunny boy, just once in your life, be the boy crying.

Time, you just need time. You needed more than me, trust me. Because time can be two things;

The healer

or

The killer

and I’m the latter.

And as Lorelai so beautifully said;

in between

„hello and goodbye“

we loved.

Don’t ever doubt my love for you, as I always said: I’d die for you and I did. I did, because you could’ve never kill someone. You would’ve never lived with the consequences. So I died for you, took my life, so you don’t have to take any others. I took away your decision. I took it away to make your life easier, believe me.

So, stop starring at the ceiling and breath in and out. I’ll always be your angel.

Love you always and forever.

°°°

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[gunilslaugh]

Not How It's Supposed To Be Pt.2

Goo Gunil Summary: Gunil’s reaction to finding out the truth about you. (non-idol au) WC:~1k Warning:none

part 1 part 3 epilogue!

photo not mine credits to owner.

The tension in the room grew tenfold after those words left your mouth. You didn’t have any courage to look at Gunil. You could only look down at your lap. 

“What?" His tone was dead cold. It made you scared to speak, but you knew that you had to. 

“I was sent here undercover to get evidence about the illegal drug distribution you’re doing.” 

“So you’re no better than anyone else,” he states. His words prick your heart. 

“That was supposed to be the plan, but I haven’t been following it. I started to lie to them instead,” you disclosed. You can hear Gunil scoff from beside you. 

“Why should I believe that? Liars aren’t to be trusted.” His tone is harsh. 

“I told them about the shipment going out soon, but that’s it,” you say. 

“You expect me to believe that. You’ve been working here two months, but you’ve only told them about one shipment? Are you sure you didn’t help them break into the warehouse?” He accused you.

“I didn’t know about that until after it happened,” you defended. You found the courage to meet his eye. 

“Oh really?” he asked sarcastically. 

“If I had known I would have warned you!” You raised your voice. Something in Gunil’s demeanor shifts, but he does a good job at hiding it. 

“Why?” he questioned. 

“Cause I care about you and I know you probably won’t believe that either, but it's the whole reason why I’m coming clean. I don’t want to lie to you anymore. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Get out.” His voice is emotionless. 

“Ok.” You stand up from the couch with shaky legs. You make your way over to the door. “Be sure to change that shipment,” you say before opening the door. You pull the handle of the door and exit Gunil’s office. As soon as the door closes you can hear a bunch of smashing and the sounds of items breaking. Each item that hits the floor feels like a hit to your heart. 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be at all. Go undercover and get evidence. It wasn’t a complicated plan, but your heart had to go and complicate everything. You were never supposed to care about Gunil. The possibility of him getting hurt shouldn’t phase you at all. Him getting caught was supposed to feel like justice had been served, yet now you’re helping him evade getting caught. What was wrong with you?

Your feet practically drag across the floor as you walk back to your desk. You collected your things and started on your way out of the building. Upon exiting you take one last look at the large building. Eyes trailing up to the window where Gunil’s office would be. A sigh leaves your stressed body. Just forget all about this. You tell yourself. Like it was a dream. None of it ever happened. You don’t know who Gunil is. You tear your eyes away from the window and turn your back. Leaving it all behind. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean you’re done? Did Gunil find out? Did he threaten you?” Your very confused and frustrated partner interrogated you. 

“I just don’t want to do this anymore ok? I’m not cut out for being undercover. I can’t handle the lying. I don’t-” Want to be the kind of person Gunil hates the most. Wait, no, you weren’t supposed to think about him anymore. You left. It’s over now. It’s none of your concern. He’s none of your concern. “I’m done. Let’s pretend we never knew one another,” you say.

“Y/n you can’t be done. This is too sudden. You were fine last week. What happened? If he threatened you you can tell me. I’ll help you,” your partner tells you. 

“He didn’t threaten me,” you tell them. 

“Then what is it?” they asked.

“I told him!” You confessed. 

“Y-you what!”

“I told him! I told him that I was sent to work there undercover,” you revealed. 

“Are you crazy! Why? Why would you?” Your partner looked at you like you were insane. 

“I guess I am. I don’t really understand it either, but the more time I spent with him. The more I couldn’t lie to him.”

“So what, you fell in love with him?” they scoffed. 

“I don’t think you could call it love, but I do care about him,” you confess. 

“You really have lost your mind. You know what kind of person he is. His drugs are killing people y/n. How could you fall for someone like that!”

“I don’t know! But that’s why I’m done. I don’t want anything to do with this anymore.” 

“How much did you tell him about us?” Your partner looks at you with a look of betrayal, it stabs you.

“Just that I told you about the shipment and that I know it was you who broke into the warehouse, but I never revealed anything about your identity or anything else,” you state. 

“I guess you have some sense left in you. You’re right I think it’s best that you aren’t involved anymore. Let’s part ways here.” 

“Ok, that’s what I was trying to do anyway,” you say. Your partner practically stormed out of your place after that. You somehow managed to feel worse than you already did, but another part of you felt a bit better. It felt like you could now truly put all of this mess behind you. You could move on with your life and act like it never happened. The storm was over. All you had to do now was pick yourself up from the aftermath. 

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed there was a knock on your door. Your brows knitted in confusion as you walked over to the door of your apartment. You certainly weren’t expecting anyone. 

“Who is it?” you asked. 

“Open the door,” the voice on the other side says. It was a voice you recognized. You twisted the handle and opened the door. 

“Gunil.”

part 1 part 3 epilogue!

Taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143

[igotanidea]

Midnight : Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested as a part of my 1k celebration.

***

It was almost midnight when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. At first, she had no intention of getting up, the nest she created for herself using blankets and pillows were too comfortable to leave them and the book she was reading far to involving, but the intruder was relentless. With a groan, fuming, she got up and opened those damn wooden entry.

“What on Saints?!” she whisper-yelled, but the view in front of her made her halt. “Nikolai. What are you doing here? It’s late!” she started turning head left and right, making sure none of the guards saw him here. That would be scandalous. Even if the whole palace knew they were in a serious, committed relationship, he was not supposed to come to her chambers. Ever. Not until the wedding. At least, that was the official version, neither the future king nor his beloved really cared about. He used to sneak to her before, craving her next to him, wanting to hold her, touch her and kiss her until she lost her breath but it never happened in the middle of the night.

“Relax, love” he smirked “I’ve been careful. It’s truly a shame I have to creep like this in my own palace, isn’t it?”

“Just shut up and come inside.” She hissed and grabbed his hand dragging him into her room, once again checking the corridor and then closing the door tight.

“Missed me that much?” he muttered taking a step forward and caging her between the door and his body, radiating the heat and fire that she could not contain even if she was an Inferni.

“Not even a little….” She mumbled back, letting him put his hands on her hips and pull her flush to him.

“Really? This blush on your cheek tells me something different, sweetheart .Come on, just admit it so I can greet you properly…..I haven’t seen you whole day…..”

“Duties my king, are sometimes a menace, and out of all the people in Ravka, you should know that best.” Her hands found a way to his neck when she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. Of course she did miss him. She missed him every minute, every second he was not with her. Admitting that, however, was a completely different story.

“Hey!” he objected pulling back “I was supposed to charm you into kissing not the other way round.”

“Then look me in the eyes and say that you do not enjoy when I take control…..If you need a reminder……” she trailed, her eyes filled with lust and his reciprocating this feeling.

“Saints!” he hissed and kissed her again, softly, gently, lovingly, enjoying the feeling. Every move of his mouth against her telling the story of passion, admiration, longing. The love he had for her could not be contained, but he was still a gentleman. At least, more often than not. And tonight, he came here in a completely different purpose. “Do you even know what you are doing to me?” He whispered into her ear, pecking her cheek and hugging her close, not wanting to let go.  

“Probably the same thing you do to me.” She smiled softly, with those goo-goo eyes.

“Come out with me.” He burst suddenly

“What? Where?”

“Outside.”

 “Why? It’s the middle of the night, Nik. And it’s cold….”

“Don’t worry love, I’ll keep you warm. I want to watch the stars with you.”

“Stars? Nikolai, are you serious? Since when are you an astronomer?”

“I just gotta thank them for bringing you to me.” He whispered

“Oh, you are a one cheesy bastard” she rolled her eyes and wriggled out of his hands, reaching for her coat, already relenting.

“But you fell for it, didn’t you?”

“Stop flattering yourself. I fell for your compassion, energy, kindness, care… All that you are trying to hide under that wicked sense of humor. I fell for Nikolai Lantsov in his purest form. And with all his weaknesses.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he smiled sincerely. “but I have no flaws. And that’s why we are just perfect for each other, cause neither do you. Maybe apart from your sarcasm and stubbornness and teasing and bickering and ….”

“Are you done?”

“Just for the moment. Now, I have to muffle you up and help you sneak out with me. You don’t really have that much experience in that as I do.”

“Oh, you wanna bet?!”

***

He actually did want to bet. Therefore, he dared her to sneak out using one way out while he walked the other. The first one to get to the balcony, adjacent to the ballroom. Nikolai’s words were not true, given the fact that Y/N has been hiding and running around the palace since she was a kid and knew those labyrinths of corridors nearly as well as the prince. But it was thrilling to have a little challenge and see who was better. It was more about having fun with the one she loved than actual wining, but they were both equally competitive so the chances were neither of them would go easy on the other.

“I got you!” strong pair of arms wrapped around her middle from behind the second she came through the ballroom door and she had to muffle the shriek, forming in her throat “It’s me, it’s me. You’re safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Ever.” Nik, because who else, turned her around and looked straight into her eyes, making her calm down. “I promise. Not to sound to dramatic, but I’ll give my life for you.”

“I truly hope it won’t ever come to this, cause, well, not to sound dramatic either, but I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“I love you….” He whispered, cupping her cheek and brushing it gently “now look up, fireball , we came to see stars after all.”

“I’d rather have the view from the railing.” She grinned brightly and rushed towards the edge of the balcony, grabbing the ledge, perking her head up.

“Don’t you run away from me!” in a blink of an eye Nikolai was behind her, hugging her to his chest again, so close there were almost no space between their bodies.

It was just so perfect. Him being here, all for her, not interrupted by advisors, generals, subjects, endless list of duties and obligations. Just the two of them, surrounded by silence and dark, indulging in something as simple as the presence of the person they loved and wanted to spend the rest of the life with. Cheesy, cliché, repeatable, banal scene. But also so natural and just right.

Yes.

It was just right. She couldn’t enjoy it more, with his hands resting on her waist, head leaning on his shoulder, breathing deeply. This was her Nikolai. The one who brought her calm and peace. The sensitive, soft one, he became only while being alone with her.

“Nik?” she whispered

“Hm?” he muttered, turning head slightly to breathe in her hair and closing eyes in pure delight.

“I did miss you.” She admitted shyly.

“I know. Cause I missed you to.”

“Thank you for bringing me here. Now I get it why you wanted to see the stars. And why you believe them to be magic. This actually reminds me of our time at Volkvolny.”

“That  was nice, wasn’t it? Easier times when I wasn’t a price and you were a Grisha in disguise.”  He sighed deeply.

“Do you wish you could go back, Nik?”

“I always knew it wouldn’t last forever. But I found you on the way. So it was all worth it for me.”

“For me too.”

For a moment there was silence between them. Those kind that you feel comfortable in and without any urge to fill it with words.

“Nik?”

“Yes, sunshine.”

“I love you too.”

“I know.” he laughed and shaking of his body made her shake with him, smiling lightly, enjoying the sound she didn’t hear from him for a while now. “who wouldn’t?”

“You just had to ruin the moment….”

“Sorry, my little flame. But there’s one more reason why I brought you here.”

“And why is that?”

“I hear that kissing the one you love under the stars bring you luck.”

“What are you waiting for then?"

[puppyluvfics]

Kites | Goo Gunil

Goo Gunil | part of Not In The Same Way: MTL Series WC: 1k Genre: Angst/Fluff Summary: You loved Gunil. You did. But you needed space from him. And while it killed you to admit it, it was just what the both of you needed to realize that it's true what they say - you don't know what you have until it's gone. Warnings: none <3 A/N: OOF i love a hurt/comfort gunil fic...

“I… Listen. I loved you. And maybe, deep down, there’s a part of me that still does. But that part of me is so lost… it isn’t fair to me and it isn’t fair to you. I’ll see you around, okay? Take care of yourself.”

“No, you’re right, it isn’t fair to me. You’re springing this on me and acting like I saw it coming.” He said, not letting you turn away to leave. “(Y/N), talk to me. What’s going on?” He pleaded, reaching a shaky hand out to your wrist. You didn’t pull back, but you weren’t exactly jumping into his arms either. 

“Is it something I did?” He asked, his grip tightening a bit, how voice low, laced with hurt. 

“No… no, I… no. I think we just need some time apart.” You admitted, a bit more to yourself than him. He took a deep, shaky breath, letting go of your wrist. 

“I get it. I do. But… can you promise me something?” He asked, quietly. You nodded, obliging. “Promise me that if… while you’re gone, if you realize it was something that I did, whether I realized it or not, you’ll tell me. I don’t… (Y/N), I can’t lose you. I can’t.” His voice was quiet, but strong, despite the shaky undertones. It hurt to see him like this, and it hurt you more to know that you put him in this position. Were you being selfish? Or were you just taking care of yourself? The answer to that would stay unclear until you had room to breathe.

“I… yeah. I promise.” You said back. That much you could promise him - that you’d communicate with him, though you doubted that anything he did or didn’t do was the reason you felt like this.

~~~

You had spent almost two weeks away from Gunil, spending your days at work and your nights staying with friends. You were acutely aware of the promise you had made to him, that you would tell him if you realized something, but the problem was that you didn’t realize anything. It wasn’t him. It was you. To make it worse, though, you saw him in everything around you. Any song you heard, you couldn’t help but think about how much better he would be at the drums. The smell of coffee had you thinking about the mornings where he let you sleep in a little while he made you both breakfast. 

Of course, it didn’t help that he still texted you good morning and goodnight, even if that’s all you said to each other on a daily basis. It was clear he still cared about you. But did you care about him?

Yes, obviously. Because when you found yourself alone in your shared home picking up more of your clothes, you felt empty. His things were still all around you and his smell brought tears to your eyes. You missed him. God, you missed him more than you wanted to admit. 

You froze in your tracks when you heard his keys in the front door. You hadn’t locked it behind you on your way in - you hadn’t planned to be here more than five minutes anyway. 

“(Y/N)?” He called cautiously through the house.

“Y-yeah?” You called back as if you had been caught in some inappropriate act. His footsteps grew louder as he approached your once shared bedroom. When he got there, he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, casually. 

“Hey… it’s nice to see you.” He said, his voice sweet, like a weight had been lifted from him with just the sight of you. 

“Yeah… yeah. You look good.” You replied, eyeing him up and down, smiling softly.

“Never any better than you.” He said. Even in tense moments like this, he found a way to flirt with you and make you feel wanted. “What are you doing here?”

“I was… grabbing some more clothes…” you spoke slowly, testing the waters. He hummed in response. 

“Still need that space?” He wasn’t accusatory by any means, but you could tell he was hurt. You sighed softly, letting the clothes in your hands fall to the floor with a soft thud. 

“I don’t know.” You refused to let your words spill out… the ball was in your court, after all.

“I really miss you, you know?” Gunil said, breaking the silence a few moments later. You bit your lip and nodded, trying to keep your emotions in check. 

“Yeah, same.” You croaked out.

“You don’t have to leave, you know… I’m not going to make you stay if you’re uncomfortable or if you still need space but I stand by what I said. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. I want and need to fix this. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, (Y/N).”

Perhaps you had been selfish in your ways, you realized. Hearing him say that you were the best thing that ever happened to him was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Silent tears fell down your cheeks as you took his words in, really listening for once. He, too, was the best thing that ever happened to you… the fact he gave you space while still sending you good morning and good night texts said that more than anything. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You finally say, at an otherwise loss for words. “I… I was being stupid. I didn’t realize how good I had it until I almost lost it… not even lost it, I almost threw it away.”

“You’re not stupid.” He pushed off the door frame, walking towards you, silently asking for your permission to hold you. The small nod and act of you shutting your eyes to let a few more tears fall was enough of a yes for him. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders tightly, putting his chin on the top of your head. “We’ll figure this out, okay? But you have to let me in. You have to let it be us… don’t push me away. Please.”

You nodded, and his grip around you tightened. You weren’t sure what you did to deserve him, but you sure as shit weren’t letting it go. Not again. 

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can i have But the years have been long and you have taught me well to hide away “You’re so red all of a sudden. Did I say something wrong?” (from this prompt list) with James oblivious Potter?

Explosive confessions

James Potter x fem! shy! reader

Summary: During potions James notices his partner looks rather flustered

Warnings: swearing, friends to lovers, oblivious James, slight angst and miscommunication but it doesn't last long, confessions, first kiss

A/n: 1k words, prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting but I did change it to you’re so hot all of a sudden to be more inclusive, hope that’s okay xx

Navigation | James Potter Masterlist | Celebration

“How many stirs to i give it...oh and which way too?” 

James pulls you from your daydream to which you quickly look down at your notes “Umm…” you bite your lip as you read the instructions while he waits patiently “Clockwise for ten” you turn back to him, finding him already looking at you warmly

“Great…” he moves to start but then shrugs his shoulders and places the stirrer down “Actually one second. It’s far too hot in here” he pulls off his jumper, chucking down next to his bag and then pushes up his sleeves “There. Much better” he turns to you, flashing that awarding winning smile before grabbing the rod again, muscles flexing as he does

You just watch him, mouth agape. This was it. This is what kills you off. The whole lesson James had been unknowing driving you into a hopeless mess. From the side hug he gave you when he sat down to his stupidly pretty face...

“What do you think?” he turns back after finishing the final rotation and you realised he’s been talking to you this entire time “You okay love?” his pretty features grow concerned, placing down the rod and turning to give you his full attention

“Y-yeah” you manage to get out whilst your cheeks burn and heart thumps out of your chest

He doesn’t look convinced and you honestly can’t blame him, but as the backs of his fingers meet your forehead your ‘symptoms’ worsen “You’re so hot all of a sudden" his eyes flash with worry "Did I say something wrong?” his fingers flick across your cheek, and you curse him for his innocence to your affections 

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out so you down, trying to gather your thoughts as you couldn’t form any looking at him “You didn’t say anything wrong” you say so quietly you don’t know if he even hears it 

Luckily he does as he sighs in relief “If it isn’t me then what happened? Is it the heat? It is dreadfully warm in here”

“It’s not that” you shake your head, still looking down but his fingers come up to tilt your head back up to look at him

“Why won’t you look at me?” he looks so confused yet still carries that kind smile

“Because…” you fumble over the rest, words utterly incoherent, hell you didn’t even know what you were trying to say “Because…” you try again but can’t even say anything this time, you just start panicking

“Hey” his hands find your shoulders “Take your time love. Breathe” he tells you, taking a deep breath in and holding it “Y/n love if you don’t breathe I may die” he says strained and you let out gasp and copy him “Better?” he asks after a couple of breaths

You nod “Much thank you” you give him a small smile

“Now. What’s got you all hot and bothered?” he inquires softly, hands coming back to his own lap, smiling sweetly as he waits so you figure it’s now or never

“I…” you look down “…I like you” you confess, closing your eyes as you wait for rejection

“Oh” is all he says, so flat and deadpanned you feel your heart break in two, tears forming as gather all your courage to look back up at him, meeting his eyes which hold worry, yup definite rejection…but then his eyes widen “No not oh…I meant oh as in the…shit” he curses, knocking back his chair and pulling you under the table with him just before your potion blows up, covering the classroom in goo

You let out a yip as you hit the floor, the goo landing just shy of your feet, and after a brief gasp from everyone, the entire class falls quiet, all trying to process what just happened. You look over at James, his chest heaving before he looks back at you, eyes scanning for any injuries

“You okay?” his thumb gently caresses your cheek and you nod slowly, tears still shining and he takes notice, eyebrows knitting before he realises “I’m an idiot” he sighs, closing his eyes for a second “Can I just confirm...you said you like me, like, like me like me right? I didn’t hallucinate” he checks with a nervous chuckle

“I did” you sniffle a little, but you feel hopeful once more beginning

He nods “That’s…” he cut off

“Mr Potter!” Slughorn calls

“One second love” he quickly kisses your cheek and pokes his head up over the desk while you grin, hand to your kissed cheek “Yes sir?” he asks, earning sniggers from the class and a cackles from friend even if they're all covered in blue slime, none more than the professor himself

“Care to explain what just happened my boy?” the man inquires, not mad, just curious as you peek through the gap in the desk to see him take off his hat and shake it gently

“I shall but can I have one minute” James asks holding up a finger

“And why should I grant you such?” Slughorn eyes him, as do the class

“Well” James grins, glancing down at you then back to the professor “I need to tell my beautiful potions partner that I like her too and ask her out on a date” he says simply and you let out a gasp, hands covering your face as you supress your squeal

Slughorn remains quiet for a moment while the class starts whispering among themselves and his friends...sirius, let out whoops “Well” he finally speaks “Oh you go but..." he smiles "...bear in mind if she says yes you two will have your first date cleaning this classroom” he says earning laughs whiel James just nods

“Course sir” he winks at the teacher before dipping back under the desk, grinning wide “I'm really sorry I never noticed...I’m not great with hints ya see” he confesses and you giggle moving onto your knees “And for the record. If you do say yes, which I hope you will, I’ll clean the room myself and you can just sit there all pretty like you always are” his thumb flicks over your cheek 

Your nose crunches as you smile “One. I’ll help you clean and two is this a good enough hint?” his head tilts but soon catches on as you lean in, doing the same and capturing your lips first, shocking you but you soon melt into it, eyes flutter closed

“Mr Potter, Miss Y/l/n?” Slughorn calls out before letting out an ah “They’re kissing, aren’t they?” he looks to the group behind you who nod “Well let’s leave the two love birds to it” he flicks his wand cleaning everyone’s clothes including his own yet leave the classroom covered “Class dismissed...try not to slide or fall on the way out”

Thank you for reading ♡

[goldennymphh]

“I love you.” “Do you?”

Mother Miranda x F! Reader

Both characters are over 18.

I may make a second part to this.

Words : 1k

depictions of mental and physical abuse. These two are NOT good for each other. I am not romanticizing this relationship. Please understand that.

Grief of a child loss will be depicted.

If you go through something similar with anything in the story. Please do not wait and speak help. It’s better to speak up, than to not.

National Domestic Violence Hotline :

800 - 799 -7233

They used to love each other, before all of it happened. Before the disease slowly crept into the blonde woman’s heart. Now every day was like eggshells. It was even worse than when they had to hide their relationship. You had been with her since the beginning, since before even Eva. You were that child’s godmother, and the perfect secret lover of Miranda.

Then Eva’s death came with the plague. You had not been infected but Miranda had, not with the sickness but with another disease. Her heart growing cold and thinking of some of the worst things. You tried to calm her from her brash ways of grief. You tried to hold her and whisper sweet words but she’d fight against you most times. Thrashing in your arms as she cried and cursed this world for taking her sweet Eva. Until then she’d finally calm down and rest against you. She was a mess.

Until one day, Miranda took a walk. You were out with your respective family when she did so. And by the time you got back to her home that she shared with her husband. He had informed you that she was out walking alongside the river. With that your body seemed to back up before turning on your hill and running. As fast as you could for the grieved woman. When you found her, she was curled up in some black goo. Your hands moving to uncover the woman from its grasp. It seemed to want to fight against you and engulf her whole but you refused. Eventually Miraanda was managed to pull out. You had barely taken a time to look up and see the thing right in front of you.

With the medical experience from your family lineage. You seemed to make sure she was.. okay. And before long she awoke. But she was spouting all this nonsense on how it would save them. How it could bring Eva back. None of it made sense and you tried to calm her down to speak normally but she was pulling herself to her feet much to your dismay. But she soon pulled you along.

After that day, many things changed in such a short time. Miranda’s husband seemingly went missing. He was a sweet guy but a bit dense. Miranda seemed tense and even more upset after his disappearance. You’d often find her muttering things on how ‘it didn’t work’ and she’d ‘have to try with another.’

Then with that led a new religion. As you watched from the sidelines, your lover collected a cult like religion. To the black god, it always struck you weird for a village who was always so into Christianity even to the point of kicking people out. Now they followed something that seemed heretical.

Any worried you’d bring up, Miranda would always quiet you with either over speaking you or more physically means. It felt odd but never able to tell her no, you let it. But beyond that, she was attentive when she could be. The relationship you two held was still a focus of hers. Most nights as you laid together, you’d find her feeling your stomach. As if mapping it out.

The soft question of, ‘what are you doing.’ Would be brushed off into the dead of night. Her hand moving back up to hold yours. This brought up a chain reaction of many other odd situations.

She didn’t care for you to be around other people unless she deemed them ‘safe.’ Which was rarely anything. One time you had spoke to a local botanist about some help with flowers, and when she saw you it was clear she was upset. She was quick to trying to make you explain it to her once you two got behind the comfort of the home you now shared. Yet no matter how many times you’d say nothing came out of it, she refused.

She’d slowly pull you away from your family, and before long they also started to come up missing. With the exception of those who had young kids. But your mother and father were said to have walked into the forest and never returned. Many gossiped about this but just claimed that maybe the wolves got their dinner that night.

She’d sit there and comfort your cries once you had learned of your families demise a few years later. She comfort you and run her fingers through you hair as if she had not done any wrong. As if she did not know of the bodies in her basement. Yet you did not need to know of that. After all you were one of the more important things of life.

But as time passed on, things just got worse. Being secluded in such a way as she kept you to herself. Possessive and cold is how you could once describe the woman you used to love. Yet it was hard to leave her, she was still Miranda. The woman who used to sneak around everyone's back with you when you two were younger. Knowing if you two got found out, things would be bad for each other. Yet now here you were, laid in the home that once used to be so warm. Your body resting against the bed as she walked in, clearly upset. Unsure if you should move and help her get unready from the day, or if she would snap at you.

Hesitating for a moment before you pulled the cover off. Body slipping out of bed to make your way over to her to help with those weird robes she always wore. But as you went to offer your help, your hands were suddenly grasped tightly as your eyes looked up into her cold gaze. She then shoved you off of her, your body stumbling back a bit hitting the corner of a nearby dresser. She turned away with a scoff, ignoring the way you winced at the pain in your side - a bruise most likely growing on your skin. Why should she care anyways? Useless.

[shyanshippingsociety]

Shyan Shipping Society - NY Fic Exchange 2024

hi everyone!

can you believe it's our fourth annual new years exchange? we had some amazing fics and art (hosted in our server!) and i can't wait to bring them all to you here! let's go!

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doll island by idkspookystuff | E, 3K, complete

So Shane clearly picked up something on the Island. Something that made him hot and sweaty and horny, apparently. It doesn’t sound like any spider venom Ryan’s ever heard of, or the signs of a demonic curse. Although, a curse- “Oh, fuck,” Ryan swears. it's 2016, shane & ryan are on the island of the dolls, and a demonic doll plays matchmaker

satan, you're a nerve-y one by icantturnthisthingoff | E, 1K, complete

After a series of unfortunate events, Ryan finds himself alone on New Years Eve wishing he had someone to keep him company Enter, Incubus Shane

The Sky In The Snow by Charmingwolf | T, 1K, complete

A group of backpackers stayed the night in an abandoned shed deep in the forest. In the dark, one was journaled their adventures until they felt the rumble of a massive creature just outside the thin walls. They looked out the window and saw a huge black thing with scales that twinkled like stars and huge fangs that dripped puddles of dark goo as it walked. That was all they got down before the creature attacked. It tore down the walls of the shed before killing the backpackers and dragging them into the crunchy frostbitten grass. That was 20 years ago. No one has seen the creature since. Ryan and the producers think it would make a great video to go hunting for the creature dubbed The Forest Hill Lizard.

one random night when everything changes by Artemis | E, 1K, complete

Ryan looks for Shane on New Year's Eve and finds more than just the person he was looking for that night. AKA Shane confesses his love for Ryan, they smooch, then they do something about it.

all in! by anonymous | T, 4K, complete

“I bet…," he starts, flashing a grin at Shane's flushed face. "you won’t kiss me on New Year’s Eve.” Ryan watches as Shane instantly runs the numbers on this, through whatever mental calculator he has in his brain. He imagines beeps and whirs, gears turning words into numbers. “Alright, Bergara,” he says, after a moment. Then, he slides his whole stack of chips sitting on the pool table and nods, slow and considering. “I’m all in.” OR: Ryan makes a bet. It escalates from there.

They Got Subway at 2 am by Charmingwolf | M, 1K, complete

After a very silly and kind of sexually charged shoot, Shane and Ryan explore each other's bodies like they have done many times before.

Given the Chance by PlatinumPussycat208 | E, 3K, complete

“It’s…I built a time machine.” Ryan and Shane blinked at each other. The other Shane and Ryan looked at one another, but stayed in the doorway quietly. “Fuck off, Steven. That’s not funny.” Shane’s voice was serious now. “No! I mean it!” Steven cried. “It’s how I’ve been keeping on top of everything here! It only goes back a little! It just gives me more time in the day!” Ryan barked out a laugh. “Oh my god…trust Steven to build a time machine to do more work.” - a fun, smutty fic for the SSS NY Exchange!

Scheming for a Smooch by Impala_Chick | T, 2K, complete

The boys both decide to make a move on each other with a New Year's kiss at midnight. Only problem is, they're both plotting to get a smooch and the other doesn't know it yet.

Their dynamic is... by tasty_littl_snack | G, 1K, complete

Food files from the cameraman's perspective.

With A Little Help From Our Friends by quackers | M, 3K, complete

Everyone thinks they know Ryan and Shane's secret. Everyone. They might be wrong.

thank you so much to all of the incredible creators who joined this event! happy 2024 from the sss mods! we have so many fun things planned so make sure you follow us here on tumblr or join the server so you don't miss out! we hope you had a great 2023 in our server/on our blog and we can't wait for you to continue having a great time in our server in 2024!

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[obitohno]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]

answerphone

hatake kakashi x reader

synopsis ⤸

work calls, but kakashi has you a little tied up. 

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, dom! kakashi, sub! reader, (light) bondage, shibari, anal sex, fingering, slight double penetration (with fingers), squirting, anal creampie

word count ⤸

1k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

so, idk how many of you read naruto fanfictions, but this was the first fandom that i ever wrote for, so i just had to include it as a part of kinktober, so i hope that you enjoy! also, idk if dp counts if it's just fingers, but i included it as a tag just in case ;-;

reblogs are appreciated ~

the beauty of kakashi’s face is one that you—and you, only—are honoured with every morning that you wake by his side. 

you are also privy to the sight in the evenings, too, when he presses you beneath him, your gaze drawn to the beauty mark on his chin before it disappears from view when he noses at your jaw, his mouth closing over your pulse. 

instinctively, you’re reaching for a fistful of the silvery strands of hair that sit atop his head, only for your wrist to catch, halted by the burn of red that harshly bites into your skin. 

this isn’t the first time that he’s had you submit to him like this, the strands of scarlet crisscrossing a pretty pattern along your skin, your wrists knotted together with an intricate tie that you have no choice but to trust him to free you from once he’s had his way with you. 

between your legs, his prick stretches your second hole wide, the bulge of his girth repeatedly bullying its way past the tight ring of muscles that desperately suck him in with each lust-driven thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs. frustratingly empty, your cunt clenches on nothing but air, dribbling a translucent goo that aids the glide of his cock as it pistons into the heated cavern of your rear, your folds spread open by two long fingers that serve to do nothing but make your head spin, dizzy with the craving for more. 

when you voice this aloud, the warmth of his breath fans across your cheek, a chuckle huffed from between the very lips that are now spreading a tantalising heat along the stretch of your collarbone. 

‘more?’ he hums, a single, grey brow quirking upward, disappearing beneath the mop of silver hair. giddy with need, you nod your encouragement, choking on the saliva that pools on the flat of your tongue when a particularly rough thirst has you gasping. ‘didn’t realise you were so greed—’

he’s interrupted by an all-too familiar vibration that has the two of you stilling.  

the phone is ringing again. 

‘ignore it,’ kakashi is already drivelling his cock deep into your heat once more. 

with your hands bound together, connected to the centre of your chest by a second length of rope that has also been looped around the column of your throat, you can only stretch your arms so far, your fingers barely grazing his over his pectoral muscle that dances beneath the dampened surface of his skin. 

‘’s the third time,’ you protest. ‘it could be import—’

‘it’s saturday,’ he bemoans. ‘you can call ‘em on monday.’ 

his pelvis is pressed flush against your own, his hips gyrating, pubic hair brushing over your sensitive clit. again, he’s enamoured by the way that your cunt glistens with a fresh dollop of slick clenching from out of your hole, but to his chagrin, you’re distracted by the device that continues to ring. 

‘’kashi,’ your cheek is turning towards the bedside table, attention no longer focused on him. ‘i’ll get rid of them—just let me—’

‘no.’ 

in all the years that the two of you have known one another, rarely does he deny you, so when the singular word is snapped out from between those lips that you adore so much, you’re a tad startled by his sharp tone. 

‘no?’ you gape, glazed stare focusing on his beauty mark once again. his fingers are gently tugging at the rope that winds around your neck, and you blink, meeting his frown with a raised brow. ‘but—’

‘no,’ he says again, the pad of his thumb stroking its way inside your cunt, the muscles of your inner walls tightening around the offending digit. harder, his cock dives into your lower hole, forcing yet another choked moan from out of your mouth. 

‘no,’ you find yourself readily agreeing with him, his mouth is moulding to the shape of yours once more, tongue licking over the ridges of your teeth and over the smooth expanse of the insides of your cheeks. you can’t help the breathy giggle that whispers its way across his cheek, and in turn, he replaces his thumb with two, long fingers that wiggle their way inside you. 

your pussy welcomes the stretch, his fingers wider than your own, and you encourage the way that he stuffs you full, a high pitched mewl bursting from your mouth when his fingers crook, scissoring in time with the pace his cock grinds into you. you’re breathless, the whites of your eyes gleaming, lashes wetly blinking up to stare at the pinch that is forming between his brows. sweat dampens his skin, and when he sits upright, the movement jolts his cock and his balls tighten, abdominal muscles glistening with the evidence of his effort. 

wantonly, he groans a needy, desperate sound that has your cunt jumping as his fingers retreat from your walls, choosing to stroke fast, tight circles over your clit. sharply, you keen for him, hips rolling to meet each thrust that has him bottoming, his pelvis wetly connecting with the curve of your rear with a clap, clap, clap. 

you’ve long learnt the tell-tale signs of his fast approaching orgasm, expressing his bliss with a low, drawn out moan that pitches when he finally, finally crests.  

his seed spreads like fire, smothering your insides with the burning heat of him, your abdomen coiling, coiling, coiling until it snaps, quickly following after him. your tight walls milk him for all he’s worth, and at the same time, your pussy gushes, spraying a mess all over his pelvis, soaking the neatly trimmed of public hair that nestles the softening prick that still claims home within you. your chest heaves beneath the rope that’ll mark your skin for the next week or so, and he stares, the darks of his eyes heated with a craving that only you have ever been subjected to. the sight of your sap coating his thighs has your skin thrumming, and you’re now distracted by the way that both of your holes flutter simultaneously, consumed by nothing but him.

finally, the phone stops ringing. 

‘please leave a message after the—’

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