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HELP ITS KILLING ME ALREADY, LAVA LAMP IN YUUKO’S WORLD? LAVA LAMP IN ORDINARY EARTH?
LAVA LAMP ORIGINATING IN THE SAME PLACE AS WATANUKI - OR DOES HE JUST HAPPEN TO BE WHERE WATANUKI ENDS UP?
LAVA LAMP IN THE SAME WORLD AS CARDCAPTOR SAKURA - OR IS THAT A DIFFERENT DIMENSION ALTOGETHER?
I HAVE ADDITIONAL QUESTIONS
#Or rather the same questions but louder#Questions (refrain)#Questions The Remix feat. Lava Lamp Guy#Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle#Vol 189#Tsubasa#Lava Lamp Guy#Yuuko ichihara#Every now and again Clamp drop hints#That lava lamp COULD be the Syaoran we know#From Cardcaptor Sakura#And I dont think he is#But they always leave that window open and wink at you a bit#Gosh this must have been WILD to keep up with in real time
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TOO GENTLE - LN
based on this request! hope i did it justice lol ✧ my inbox is open! ✧
warnings - smut directly below the cut!! virgin!reader, mostly soft <3 not proof read (so lets pretend i can spell)
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“ill be gentle, ok?” lando told her, his entire body hovering over hers.
the room was mostly dark, their skin only illuminated by the soft glow of light casted from the fairy lights that hung around her bedroom walls. y/n laid under him, the soft skin of his arms resting against her stomach as she fought away her nerves.
she looked up at him, his eyes were soft, his lips parted as he ran his cock through her folds.
“ready?” he asked her, staring at her face for any sign of discomfort.
“i think so,” she nodded, having been ready since the moment he’d been working his fingers in and out of her.
“tell me if it hurts,” lando said softly, lining himself up before slowly pushing his length into her. she felt the urge to tighten her entire body up at the intrusion, but lando’s head dropped, his lips meeting hers to distract her from the stretch.
“you’re ok, just breathe f’me,” he told her, feeling the way she clamped around him, her hand gripping tightly at his bicep.
“fuck,” she whined, “stings.”
“it will baby, but it’ll stop soon i promise,” lando reassured her, pressing a short kiss to her cheek. she felt herself relax around him, breathing through the stretch until she began to feel comfortable.
“move, please,” she stuttered out, watching the way lando’s eyebrows quirked at her urgency. still, he started to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in, equally as slow. it was a nice feeling, the way her walls tightened around him when the tip of his cock hit a certain spot, the way she could feel every small movement he made inside her.
y/n assumed his pace would quicken as she fell at ease, but minutes later and he was still thrusting into her at an excruciatingly slow rate. it’s not as if he didn’t want to go faster, but she just looked so delicate lying beneath him, he feared she would snap in half. y/n was growing impatient, but found herself unsure of how to ask him to speed up without sounding mean - she didn’t want to sound inexperienced despite the two of them knowing she’d never been with anyone so intimately before.
lando’s cock hit that spot inside her again, the spot that sent her mind numb, and her hips intensively jutted forwards forcing his length back into her. she noticed the way he grunted, and the way her pleasure increased at the pressure. so she rolled her hips up again, hoping he’d start taking the hint.
but still, he ignored her, his face now pressing to her neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. so she did it again, and again, and again, until she was practically setting the pace for him. he soon caught on quickly.
“baby, im trying to be gentle and you’re making it really hard,” he told her, a grin rising on his face.
“then stop trying to be gentle and fuck me like you mean it,” she replied, astounding herself at her own confidence, a blush rising to her cheeks as she realised.
“fuck, angel, love you so much,” lando replied, connecting their lips in a heated kiss before pulling back and tugging her to the edge of the bed for him to stand, his cock never leaving her heat.
“prove it,” she told him, regaining a sense of confidence she hoped would stay.
lando began moving into her again, slowly at first, until she whined at his teasing. he sped up, still cautious to not be too rough, but struggling to hold back when her legs raised to wrap around his waist tightly, pulling him impossibly deeper.
“can’t believe you’re all mine,” he grunted, using one hand to grip at her thigh, the other reaching down to rub harsh circles into her clit. the pressure was driving her wild, and her back arched up from the bed in response to the feeling of his skin on hers.
her legs started to shake around him, a combination of being held up in an awkward position and the waves of pleasure running through her veins.
“you good?” he checked in, her moans the only thing reassuring him.
“don’t you dare stop,” she warned, noticing the way lando’s eyes momentarily filled with concern at the feeling of her legs.
“wouldn’t dream of it - unless you asked me to, of course,” he added, smirking at her as he removed his hand from her clit, and pulled her legs down. she whined at the lack of pressure on her sensitivity, but soon returned to satisfied moans of his name when he pushed her legs up and leant further over her body.
the new angle did something to the both of them, that neither of them could explain. y/n was putty in his hands - lando could say jump, she’d ask how high and how far, if she could form a coherent thought that wasn’t just the mental image of the veins bulging down his arm as he pinned her legs to the bed.
“you gonna cum for me?” lando asked her, his voice losing the sense of softness it had before. she hadn’t even realised she was close, but he felt the way her walls clamped around him for longer, and the way her words merged into one long mewl. she was panting, relishing in the way he moaned and grunted with every thrust.
“fuck, yes. gonna cum,” she spluttered out, finally managing to string a sentence together.
“good girl - cum for me, angel,” he told her.
her mind went blank. stars filling her vision as she felt herself come crashing down around him, her legs struggling against his grip as she searched for anything to ground her to this feeling. lando followed soon after, watching the way her body reacted for him sent his own mind into complete overdrive. he could never feel the same for anyone else ever again, he wanted only her, for the rest of time.
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris smut#lando x reader#lando smut#lando norris imagine#lando norris fanfic#formula 1#mclaren f1#mclaren#lando norris fluff#propertyofwicked
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excuse me if this is out of line but can you make Ben sqrt or like just smth insane cause like he needs to be humbled fr… HE needs to be the one whimpering and begging smh😒…
Oh hell yeah.
TW: Bondage, male squirting, overstimulation, sexual torture
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If he was going to act like a little shit, then he’d have to deal with you being a little shit too.
Ben whined, gasping on his knees as his eyes watered, tears pooling at the corners before falling amongst the black liquid spilling from his waterline. The hardwood floor felt so cold underneath his bare legs, digging into his skin and aching horribly.
He’d been here for an hour at least, he thought so anyways. It was getting hard to tell as he gasped again, hunching over and straining his arms tied behind his back with a leather belt. His own leather belt.
“Oh fuck… please…” He hiccuped, swollen and damp lips hanging loose, jaw slack against his words. His head felt heavy, skull clamping with every tense of his abdomen, every pulse of his thighs. But besides all of that, his cock hurt.
It was wonderful at first, his eyes rolling and teeth chewing down on his cheek, blissfully rolling his hips down against the vibration of the wand vibrator tied to his length. The head of the vibrator sat nestled right under his tip, pushing down against the head of his cock and pushing ropes of cum out one by one, his moans ecstasy filled.
But after his third time cumming with the vibrator on the highest setting, it didn’t feel all that good anymore. But then came the fourth time, then the fifth. By the sixth he wasn’t even fully cumming anymore, cock just spasming while his abdomen clenched painfully tight, tiny clear drop of liquid spitting out of his slit. It was painful as fuck.
This was his punishment after all. This, and you.
You just ignored him. Sat at your vanity, phone in hand, scrolling on whatever website looked the most interesting and just completely oblivious to what was happening behind you. Ben got a clear shot of the back of your head, your stupid ego tipping and making this whole thing happen.
So what if he was a little rude? So what if he wasn’t in the mood to be serious and actually listen when you were trying to tell him something important? So what if he had better things to do, like playing his Nintendo. Well, you told him what. Especially when you knocked his ass to the ground and put him here.
So now Ben’s jeans were slugged around his ankles, his shirt stuffed into his mouth and soaked with his slobber and tears, his hands clasped behind him. He looked pitiful, pathetic, and you wouldn’t even look. His moans were obnoxious, ragged whimpers and desperate muffled pleas to let him up, to turn the toy off, please. It just hurts now.
When his gut clenched once more, hips jerking and eyes slamming shut as his half-hard cock whined through another dry orgasm, you finally sat your phone down, swiveling your chair around. He could’ve cried.
“Princ- Princess, oh my god- please-” He sobbed, spitting the shirt sleeve that was shoved into his mouth down onto the hardwood beside him, shoulders hunched and neck craned forward as he tried to press closer to you, his bony knees digging and shuffling terribly. He stopped when you pressed your socked foot against his chest, leaning into the weight and whining his pain as the vibrator still continued, his cock screaming for relief.
“How many times have you came?” You asked nonchalantly, voice not giving a hint of interest as you stared at the elf’s deep red cheeks, his nose snotty and slobber and tears dripping down. He whined, his fists clenched behind him as he thought, cringing. “I dunno- Can’t ‘member- A lot, it’s been a lot-” Ben already knew that wasn’t the right answer, but he couldn’t take it anymore, could barely think to speak anymore.
“Eleven. It’s been eleven times, ‘kay? I think you’ve got one more in you.” But he didn’t. He was barely even cumming now, mystery liquids or nothing at all was all that would push out anymore, his cock spent and raw. The blond shook his head, his pointed ears fluttering and blushed as he sobbed, terrified as you kneeled down in front of him. “Nonono- Wait a min-” He hissed as your gripped his cock, your hand wrapped tightly around his girth and the toy that was tied on, clenching your fist. He tried to pull away.
His thighs were shaking as you reached up, empty hand quick to wrap around his throat and squeeze. He gasped loudly, coughing spit up as you cut off his airway, fingers digging into his skin. His mind was wrecked, thoughts barely piecing together as you began to quickly jerk him off, fist pumping as a nauseating pace. “Can’t-” He sputtered, gritting his teeth as his hips involuntarily jerked.
“Yeah, you can. You don’t get a choice.” You smiled sweetly, gazing into his teary eyes as his ears twitched and fluttered, face tight and strained as he gutturally whimpered through the grasp on his throat.
Pressure was building, not like he was going to cum though. He didn’t know what was happening, but he couldn’t fight against it, could barely register it as you began to smile with your teeth. His hips jerked forward, eyes clenched shut as he just sobbed, defenseless against your devastating pace.
His cock felt so tight, white hot pain running up and down his length, shredding him. He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stop his knees from spreading, lowering his ass onto the ground and gagging as you gripped his throat tighter, lungs screaming and tight for air. He pulled hard against the belt around his wrists, knuckles white and raw as he finally let go, screaming into the overwhelming sensation that slammed into him.
His eyes shot open, watching through glazed vision as his cock sprayed hot, clear liquid onto your shirt, covering your torso. He thought he was pissing, mind absolutely shattered as he let his hips stutter through it, the pain finally subsiding as you tugged the last of the liquid out of his flaccid cock, wringing him completely dry. There was no telling how he even had anything left.
“Nasty fuck.” You grit as you shed your sopping shirt, tugging the vibrator off of his cock and tossing it to the floor, watching as your boyfriend’s body slumped to the floor. His face pressed into the hardwood, ass up as he contorted, limp against his wrist restraints. You watched as his ears twitched haphazardly, his lips hanging open as he sobbed into the wood, mumbling something you couldn’t understand.
You laughed, trailing to the bathroom as you went to grab a towel. Maybe he’d listen now.
#smut#creepypasta#ben drowned x y/n#ben drowned x you#ben drowned x reader#ben drowned#ben drowned x male reader#ben drowned x female reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta x male reader#creepypasta smut#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x y/n#creepypasta x female reader#slenderverse#jeff the killer#ticci toby#eyeless jack#slenderman#tim wright#brian thomas
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Compensation (1)
Summary: No one messes with Walter Marshall.
Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader
Warning: angst, mentions of being attacked/attempted sexual assault, mentions of violence against the reader (not Walter), scared reader, blood, gore, implied character's death, injured reader
He’s a gruff man, tall and bulgy. His expression is unreadable, but there is a hint of anger in his eyes when he roams your body. He crosses his thick and strong arms over his wide chest, making him look even bigger.
“Do you know why you are here?”
He cocks his head and looks you up and down. You must look ridiculous in your worn-out shirt, bleached jeans, and old sneakers. Usually, you wear a maid's uniform and try to stay invisible. Walter Marshall is not the kind of man whose attention you want to draw toward you.
“Y-ou wanted to see me, Sir, Mr. Marshall,” you murmur, afraid to speak louder in his presence. He’s an intimidating sight. His curly neck-length hair makes him look a little softer, but you know, he’s far from being a soft teddy bear. “Miss Chase told me so.”
“Hmm…” He nods thoughtfully and uncrosses his arms. He steps toward you, forcing you to back paddle because his size is even scarier up close. “You’re the maid causing trouble.”
You move your hand to your throat, touching the bruises one of the guests left. Walter follows the motion, and you drop your hand to your arm, only to wince again.
“Take off your shirt and pants,” he casually says. His eyes glued to your face. “You will soon find out that I do not like repeating myself. Shirt and pants off.”
You whimper. This is the worst-case scenario. If only you shut your mouth and forgot about your attacker. Now you’re in trouble even though, it was not your fault the man believed he could have everything inside his hotel room. Including you.
Eyes dropping to the ground you kick your old sneakers off. You unbutton your jeans and shove them down your legs. Walter follows your every move. You slowly take your shirt off, dropping it on the ground. Your arms wrap around your trembling form out of instinct when Walter steps closer.
“Hmmm…” he moves his large hand to your throat, carefully touching the bruises. He moves his hands to your bruised arms, before dropping them. Walter circles you and suddenly jerks his head toward Rachel. “I want you to inspect her thighs and ankle.”
He points at your bandaged foot.
“Yes, boss,” she says and hurriedly moves toward you to slide her hand over the bruises the man left on your thighs. She crouches down in front of you, touching your ankle. You yelp, and whimper in pain.
“That will be all, Rachel,” Walter grunts. He points at your clothes and sneers. “Take this with you. Bring it to the room.”
Your eyes fill with unshed tears. You try to not cry, knowing this will be the last day of your life. “Yes, boss.” She grabs your clothes and hurriedly walks out of the room.
“Doctor, take care of her ankle. Susan, get her new clothes. Something comfortable,” Walter barks orders at his employees while you're standing there, frozen to the spot. You don’t know what’s going on but having Walter Marshall’s attention can’t be good.
While Susan, a woman you never saw before flits out of the room, another woman, steps toward you. She asks you to sit on the sofa and helps you lift your leg onto the couch.
You clamp your lips shut when the doctor removes the bandage to examine your foot. She tries to be careful, but it hurts, nonetheless. “Definitely sprained. She needs a rest; ice and I’ll prescribe painkillers.”
“Doctor,” Walter nods at the doctor. “Susan, what do you have for me?” He sighs when Susan carries two dresses inside the room. “Susan, I said comfortable, not—” He points at the dresses and huffs, “this…whatever it is.”
“I thought…you like your women in sexy clothes,” Susan stammers, fear written all over her face.
“You’re dismissed for today,” Walter waves the woman off. He looks at you sitting on the couch for a second before he takes off his warm and comfortable knit sweater, leaving him in his white undershirt. “Here put this on.”
Your eyes round watching Walter step toward the couch. He sighs as you simply stare at the fabric in his hands.
“Fine, let me do it.” You whimper again when he helps you put the sweater on. He hums when you look at him with teary eyes. “I need you to tell me what happened two days ago, at that hotel room in my casino.”
You nod and cringe as another painful noise leaves your lips. The doctor started to bandage your foot while you stared up at Walter.
“I was making my round like every night. Chanel called in sick, and I had to handle more rooms. The last room left was 128,” you sniff, and look away. “I believed the room was empty, but I knocked to be sure. No one answered, so I entered the room and started cleaning. I had to change the sheets. They were dirty. I fluffed the pillows, refilled the mini-bar, and wanted to start to vacuum the carpet when the guest suddenly emerged from the bathroom.”
“He shouldn’t have been there,” Walter rubs his beard. “If you hear the chambermaid knocking, or entering your room, you let them know you’re there.”
“I apologized, and asked if he wants me to leave,” you choked on your words. “He smirked and stepped closer. I stepped away because he was only wearing a towel.”
Walter squares his jaw when you tell him that the man grabbed you by your arms and forced you on the bed. “I can’t…please…”
You shake your head, refusing to tell Walter more. “How did you…escape?” He questions, and you fear all he’s interested in is to make things up to his wealthy guess.”
“He had his hand around my throat, and I tried to fend him off. I grabbed the lamp and hit him,” you sniffle. “He tried to…” You whimper. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, but he wanted to hurt me.”
“You broke the lamp,” Walter grins when you look at him with wide, fearful eyes. “Thank you for it. It was one ugly lamp. My ex chose them. Now, I have a reason to replace them all.”
“What? I…” You don’t know how to react. “I can pay for the lamp.”
The usually broody man laughs at your words. “I want you to let the doctor fix your ankle. After she fixed it, you’ll come with me.”
You nod. What else can you do? He’s your boss and one of the most dangerous men walking on this Earth. For the public eye, he’s a successful businessman, owning a casino, clubs, and several restaurants. In secret, he’s the head of the local mob.
“Mr. Jacobs,” Walter waltzes inside the room, still in only his white undershirt. He guides you inside the room, smirking as your eyes land on the man restrained to a chair.
It’s the guest attacking you. He looks like someone put him through the wringer. The man is slumped in the chair. His eyes are swollen, and his nose looks like it’s broken.
Blood covers his bare upper body. Someone carved a sign you've never seen before into his chest. He coughs heavily, as he looks in Walter’s direction. The man can barely see anything but tries to show respect to Walter.
“Sorry for the wait,” Walter smirks darkly at the man.
“I’m sorry…” the man begs. “Sorry…so sorry.”
“You see,” Walter says and wraps his thick arm around your shoulders. “You came to my town and touched one of my best employees. If you wanted a whore to suck your cock, you call the service. We have ladies waiting at the bar to be at your service.”
“Sorry…” the man babbles again. “Sorry, Mr. Marshall.”
“You are not forgiven,” Walter growls. “No man touches a woman in my town against her will. Especially not under my roof, you piece of shit.”
The man only whimpers. Avoiding looking at the man you drop your gaze only to see more blood on the ground, along with three teeth.
“He’ll never hurt you again, Princess,” Walter murmurs in your ear. “He dared to sniff around your apartment too. Can you believe that bastard? He comes to my town and dares to touch what’s mine!”
You don’t know if Walter punished the man attacking you because he hurt you or for his ego. All you want is to forget about what happened and curl into a ball on your bed. Maybe hide from the world for a while, or like ever.
“My men found him in your bedroom. He dared to touch your underwear,” your boss yells at the man. “What do you want me to do to him? Name it, and I’ll do it.”
“I want to go home,” you murmur. “Please.”
“Princess, this man was in your home. He touched all of your things. You cannot go home. Who knows what he did? I want you to stay in the room I prepared for you. The doctor wants to check on you later too. No discussion.”
Clamping your mouth shut again, you nod. He doesn’t give you a choice. Men like Walter Marshall never do. He’s used to ordering people around. If you want to keep your job, you’ll just follow his order and get through this. You survived worse.
“Get rid of the leftovers,” Walter casually orders the death of your attacker. He guides you out of the room, murmuring your name as you are too scared and confused even to think. Why would a man like him kill someone for you?
Part 2
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Pairing: Tingyun x female reader
Warnings: NSFW, fingering, masturbation, heat cycle, strap-on, crying during sex.
Author's notes: I'm sorry for the anon who requested this, it took so long.
MDNI
Your eyes snap open when you feel heavy weight bearing down upon your body, you feel so sore and it's getting hard to breathe.
"Ah.. you're awake..." Your eyes widen at the sight of Tingyun naked while clinging onto your body tightly her fingers thrusting in and out of her own pussy, despite the pain coursing through your body due to waking up in such an uncomfortable position, you couldn't summon the strength to push her away, especially when she looks so vulnerable.
Tingyun spoke breathlessly, her face flushed with embarrassment and her breaths ragged. "I'm... sorry if I woke you," she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Please... don't move away."
You nod in response, staying still like she asked you to while Tingyun keeps fingering and grinding her cunt against your now wet thigh while moaning into your ear. You can feel her hot breath tickling you.
"Please.. please help me.." Tingyun spoke again, but this time with her eyes full of tears.. she looks like in pain, it made your heart ache.
You couldn't help but feel the immense pain and suffering in Tingyun's voice. Despite your initial hesitation, you knew that she needed help—and not just any kind of help. She was in heat, a state where foxes experience an overwhelming sexual desire.
"Lie down, I'll take care of you..." You gave her a reassuring smile before taking a deep breath, you held her close, ignoring the fear that gripped your heart. Gently pushing her down the bed, spreading her legs open to reveal her soaked pussy, already dripping with anticipation for your touch. With one swift movement, you inserted two fingers into her tight, warm hole, filling her up completely.
"Like that... please, please don't stop..." Tingyun's body jolted at the intrusion, both from surprise and pleasure. Moans escaped her lips as you began to thrust your fingers in and out of her depths, finding her g-spot each time and rubbing it softly. Her musky scent filled the air around you, becoming almost overpowering as her arousal intensified.
Tingyun's body trembled under your touch, her whimpers and moans intermingling with her tears. She clutched at your shirt, nails digging into the fabric as she tried to hold onto something in the midst of the storm raging within her.
"It burns... I can't take it. Please do more!" Tingyun begged while whimpering like a helpless puppy. Her hips buckled forward, offering herself up completely to you. Her pussy gripped your fingers tightly, milking them for every drop of pleasure they could give her. Your free hand moved down to cup her breast, squeezing it gently before sliding between her legs to rub against her swollen clit.
"Good girl... just let go, I won't stop until you're satisfied." You spoke softly, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. The tension built inside Tingyun until it felt like she would explode from the pressure alone. Finally, with a loud cry that seemed to echo through the room, she came undone—her walls contracting around your fingers, her hot cum spurting out over your hand and wrist. It was messy but so beautiful that you couldn't help but be caught up in the moment yourself.
Tingyun's orgasm was so powerful that it seemed to go on forever. Her inner walls clamped down tightly around your fingers, refusing to let you pull away from the incredible sensation.
"Please...," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pulsing rhythm of her climax. "I need more." Tingyun wrapped her arms around you tightly as she sobbed, her tail wrapping around your arm. It was so cute but you also felt bad that she was in pain.
You understood that Tingyun needed more than just your fingers so you planted a soft kiss on her cheek before speaking. "Let me get ready. Wait for me, okay? I'll give you more." Tingyun gave you a nod as she reluctantly let go of your body.
After getting yourself ready, coming back with the biggest strap you have.. you found Tingyun touching herself while burying her face into your pillow, taking in your scent while mumbling your name repeatedly. Poor foxian, she must be needing you so bad...
When Tingyun noticed your presence, she immediately positioned herself. Spreading her legs wide as she tears up. "You're back...! please... I need you inside me." she opened her arms, begging you to come closer, which you did.
Stepping closer still, you positioned yourself between her parted thighs and slowly pushed forward into the waiting heat of her pussy. She arched her back off the bed slightly, taking more of your length inside her than before as she tried to alleviate some of the pressure building up within.
Her cunt gripped tightly around your strap, milking it for every last drop of pleasure it could give her. Your free hand found its way down to cup one of her perky breasts, pinching a nipple softly making Tingyun gasp and moan.
Her face lit up with pure joy as you began to pound into her, filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Her moans and cries of pleasure echoed around you.
"It's so good..." Tingyun whispers in between her moans, wrapping her arms around your neck to run her fingers through your hair while her legs locked around you, pulling you closer still.
"It is.." You whispered back before leaning down to give her a deep and passionate kiss. Tingyun loved it when you kiss her while moving inside, after all. Her nails dug into your back lightly, drawing small lines of blood that only served to heighten both of your arousals even further. As Tingyun approached another orgasm, her breath hitched in her throat, each moan sounding almost like a sob from how intense it was for her.
"More... it burns inside me... please..." Tingyun sobbed as she held onto you as tight as she can while her body shook from the intense orgasm. Her voice was filled with pleading desperation as she begged for more, her body trembling violently beneath yours.
Her fingers dug into your shoulders painfully as she tried to hold on tight enough not to lose herself in this moment. Her hips buckled forward, meeting every thrust of yours.
As you continue to move in and out of her, you watched as Tingyun's face contorts with pleasure. She kept begging for you not to stop even as she already came over and over again. Her tail wrapped tightly around your thigh while her limbs are around your body tightly, making it hard to move.
You wiped her tears away gently before kissing her forehead, the small gesture made Tingyun grip your strap inside even tighter, she must love you a lot...
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room once more, creating a rhythm that seemed to echo endlessly. The bed was already soaked with Tingyun's cum—a testament to just how many times you had brought her to orgasm.
You took her in every position imaginable: doggy style, missionary, cowgirl... each one sending another wave of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies. Her cries and moans filled the air, muffled slightly by the pillows she bit down on in an attempt to stifle some of the noise.
As dawn started to break through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day, the waves of pleasure finally subsided and left Tingyun weak-kneed but satisfied, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. "Are you okay?" you whispered softly against her skin.
She nodded, still catching her breath after such an intense experience. "Yes... thank you." Tingyun replied softly as she hugs your body, burying her face in your chest while nibbling on your breast, trying her best to stay awake just to show you her gratitude for helping her through her heat. After some more minutes of cuddling and praising Tingyun, she finally drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile.
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Riddler/Reader - Reverse Prayer
Summary - Bound by his delicate ropework, Edward decides to take advantage of your smart mouth to further develop your 'skills'.
Groaning in discomfort as his hand tilted your head to the side, the ache in your shoulders made it difficult to listen to his words as he berated you once again for your perceived incompetence.
"Come now, sweetheart. Surely my task isn't too difficult for someone who claims to be different to the dull denizens of Gotham City."
Forced to kneel between his legs as your arms were useless in protesting any movements, Edward had seen fit to expand on your oral training as he claimed your previous efforts were lacking. In doing so, and in his own words, he had seen fit to ensure the highest level of co-operation.
The reverse-prayer position he had asked you to assume was difficult enough to begin with as your limbs weren't necessarily the most flexible, but you couldn't fault his craftsmanship as the resulting ropework was impeccable.
He had spent minutes wrapping thin layers of softened, green rope around your arms. Starting at the elbow and working his way down to your hands, his deft fingers had only ever paused to allow his lips to lay soft, almost reverential kisses to the skin he was working with. But he was merciless. Pulling at and manipulating your limbs, he was not satisfied until every section of your arms were touching equally - despite the muffled grunts and groans of discomfort which slipped free of the fabric gag he had placed gently in your mouth - and he had secured the final pieces of rope around your fingers in a clean knot.
That had been almost ten minutes ago and so far you had only been able to take about half of his cock within your mouth before panic made you pull away. His taste was everywhere against your lips and the stresses of your throat and arms had led to your sight becoming glassy with moisture.
"Ready to go again?" Edward asked, the sides of his feet pressing against your naked knees as they remained rooted to the floor while his own knees clamped around your upper body to ensure that you couldn't fall back and damage yourself.
"Yes." You cough out, preparing yourself mentally to accept him once again.
Wetting the inside of your mouth, you drop your head forward to capture his stiff cock between your lips. Teasing the head with your tongue, you wrap your mouth around the head and massage it gently, ensuring that every part was subjected to some kind of sensation in the way that you know he adored.
You glanced up at him as you worked, and his lined face gazed back at you unflinching. The only hint to the pleasure he was hiding very well was the slight sheen of sweat which had appeared on his forehead, quickly wiped away by the back of his hand as he tapped his fingers along his grease and oil-stained shirt.
"Now, now." Edward drawled out the words, pulling his cock free of your mouth with an audibly wet noise. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Opening your mouth to fire out a quick denial you find your words halted by his fingers as they slip past your lips to press harshly against your tongue. The taste of metal is quick to gloss across your senses, making the smallest wrinkle appear between your brow as you fight to relax against the pressure of his fingers.
"Use your empty head to answer me. I'll keep this teasing, foolish tongue pinned for the moment."
Shaking your head gently, you straighten your spine to alleviate the tension in your shoulders. The ache between your legs was almost as bad, your neglected sex feeling wet and sensitive as you subtly rubbed your thighs together.
"Quit teasing, dear." Releasing your tongue, Edward was firm in his demands. "Waste my precious time again and I'll leave you like this until morning."
Not doubting the threat of his words, you nodded dumbly and sank your head down on his cock - instantly taking half of his length into your mouth as the head pressed threateningly against the back of your throat. Breathing around him, you attempted to relax your straining muscles as you braved forward another inch.
His reaction is immediate as a soft gasp slipped free of his chapped lips and his hand flew to the back of your head. Fingers pressed against your scalp, he held you there in position for a moment until he felt you push back against him.
Coughing lightly as you pulled free once more, the taste of his pre-cum seemed to coat your mouth and your tongue licked at your lips, a slight ache in your jaw making the bones there click in place.
"Not good enough." Edward chastised, his free hand dropping to your chest as he playfully slapped at your left nipple, "which is disappointing. Truly. Even the most braindead of Gotham's cheapest whores is capable of achieving this simple task. Perhaps a more direct force of hand is necessary?"
Without giving you a moment to consider what that meant, his hand on your head tightened to the point of pain and as your mouth opened in a discomforting gasp, he thrust his cock within your mouth - burying his full length down your throat without mercy.
Instantly your body flew into panic, fingers flexing against their bonds as your panicked throat constricted around his invasive cock. Having had no time to prep, already the lack of oxygen made your eyes sting and water freely - a fat tear rolling down your left cheek.
Heat flared across your body as your knees quaked in place; unable to pull free of the floor due to the pressure of his body pinning your own into place.
A panicked gurgle humming free of your blocked throat, the blood rushing in your ears is almost painful as he snatches his cock free just as abruptly. Coughing and spluttering as a shameful strand of drool dripped free of your lips to your exposed chest, you almost miss his smug words as you struggle to control your breathing.
"Better." Edward growled. "But make no mistake, you won't be rising from this position until you've swallowed down everything I have to offer."
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˜”°•.˜”°• Deadly Games We Play •°”˜.•°”˜
Nymph: Repost from my old blog but, Its here! It’s finally here! I am so excited to post this! This idea has been in my head for months and I was kinda nervous about posting it, but fuck it! I hope you all like it as much as I did writing this!
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, oral(fem recieiving), teasing, dirty talk, fingering, clit slaps, orgasm control/denial, edging, spit kink, sir kink, spanking, blood, minor character death (mentioned), weapons (knife and gun), poison usage, alcohol usage, pole dancing(inspired by this)
Pairing: Mafia Boss!Rengoku Kyoujuro x Assassin Fem!reader
Word count: 5.3k
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You knelt down on the shiny, hard wooden floor as you awaited your order from the man who hired you. Breathing shallowly behind the thin black mask you wore to conceal your identity, you dared to look up at the man sitting in the throne-like chair in the center of the room. You were a highly trained assassin, the best in your class. You were skilled with every type of blade and made your own extremely potent poisons.
“Lord Muzan, I await your orders.” you said softly, gazing into the man’s eyes with your own.
Muzan Kibutsuji, one of Japan’s most notorious Mafia lords, was a rather attractive man with short black hair with long side bangs that framed his handsome face and piercing red eyes. Eyes that were now locked on the woman kneeling before him. You were dressed in all black down to your black heeled boots.
“I need for you to eliminate the family that has become quite the thorn in my side.” He said, his voice calm and alluding the amount of power he had. Muzan snapped his fingers and one of his servants presented the woman with a photo. “That is the Rengoku Mafia Family. Kill them.”
You took the picture from the servant, observing the family. All three males had the same flame colored hair and golden-vermillion eyes while the woman (the mother you presumed) had black hair and soft red eyes. You almost felt a bit of sympathy for them. They looked like a nice family, maybe you would use your poisons instead.
“Yes, sir.” you started to rise out of your kneeling position when a hand clamped down on your shoulder, squeezing roughly.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are.” A voice snarled. “But killing Kyoujuro and his family is my job.”
Turning to look at the man who grabbed you, you saw that it was a man with pink hair and golden eyes. Your lip curled down into a frown as you growled out, “It would be wise to let me go if you wish to keep that hand.
“What can you d-” before he could even finish his sentence you had your thighs locked around his neck as you swung your weight around, throwing him to the ground. A blade slid out of the heel of your boot as you stabbed it near the side of his head. He looked at you with wide eyes as a stinging pain spread from the slow forming cut that split his cheek. Blood pooled in the wound before falling down the side of his face.
“Akaza.” Muzan said simply, glaring down at the pink-haired man pinned by the small woman. “Effective immediately you are reassigned from the Rengoku Family.” His voice carried across the room commanding with a lingering threat. A slow smile began to tilt at his lips. “Unless you can beat her.”
Akaza grabbed the woman’s leg and tossed you off of him before dropping into a kneel. “Sir, if given the chance. I will not kill her but I can put her out of commission.”
You laughed, maybe a bit too loudly, as you glared at Akaza. You just had him pinned, cheek split open by the blades in your heels. And he thinks he can beat you? “I’m sorry. You? Put me out of commission? Take a hint from the blood spilling down your face. You cannot win.” Small daggers fell into your palms from the hidden compartment attached to your wrists and you pointed one of them at the man. “You’re more than welcome to try. I’ll try to not kill you.” you glanced over at the man who hired you. “With your permission, Lord Muzan.”
Muzan sat back deeper into his throne, his long legs crossed at the knee as he placed his intertwined fingers under his nose. There was a long pause of silence as the two assassins waited for his orders. The woman poised with her blades and Akaza dropped into his fighting stance. “Granted.” He watched with mild amusement as the two began to fight.
You dodged Akaza’s quick flurry of punches he aimed at your face, retaliating with your own with the dagger clenched in between the webs of your fingers. Your blades, while never piercing his flesh with a direct hit, left glancing wounds on his face, neck and shoulders. You somersault backwards, the blade in your heels sliding out.
Akaza took a step back to avoid the sharp knife hidden in your boots when you flipped, the tip barey grazing his chin and leaving a small knick on his skin. He had to admit the woman was a decent fighter, but it was time for him to get serious. Only he was allowed to kill Kyoujuro. Akaza would not let some stranger take his prize.
His foot slammed down into the floor, splintering the wood as he focused his strength into his fists. Akaza would shatter the bones in your arms first, to hear you beg for mercy before breaking your legs and making you crawl back to where you had come from. Just as he was about to attack again, he stumbled, a nauseous feeling overcoming him. Akaza gagged and covered his mouth and it felt like he was both going to choke and vomit at the same time. Why did he feel so sick all of a sudden?
“It took long enough.” you walked over to where he was standing, watching him sway on his feet. “The poison has finally coursed through your blood.” you pulled a vial out of the valley of your breasts, swirling the liquid around. “I coat each of my blades in this serum that I make. It’s a deadly poison.” you stood in front of Akaza, a slight smile curling at your lips beneath your mask as you pressed your fingertips against his exposed chest and smeared the blood that dripped from his wounds. “Does it hurt, Akaza? Or should I say Soyama Hakuji.”
Gold eyes widened. How did you know his birth name? He has not used it since he was a child. Akaza choked on his own bile as it rose up in his throat as he struggled to speak. Was he going to die? Poisoned like a worthless creature after not even landing a single blow on this woman, this fem fatale.
He flinched when you suddenly injected him with a needle and the nausea slowly started to go away as he dropped to his knees to empty the contents of his stomach so that he could breathe again. “Wh-why did you?”
“I don’t kill anyone who isn’t my target.” you said simply as you tossed the needle away on the ground and put the vial back in the inner breast pocket of your top. You walked back over to where Muzan was sitting still crossed legged up now he held his face in the palm of his hand, looking quiet assumed. “Was that display to your satisfaction, Lord Muzan?” you asked as you crossed your fist over your heart and bowed.
Muzan sat up on his throne, a smile curling at his lips. “It pleases me to know that the Rengoku Family will be disposed of.” He said, looking satisfied. “The funds will be transferred to your account when you’ve brought me their heads. 12 million for each one.”
You nodded as you slid your dagger back into the weapons compartment before bowing once more. Your heels clicked as you side stepped Akaza, who was still hunched over and probably still wondering how you knew his birth name. You stopped at the door, turning to the pink-haired man on the floor. “Because you were once my target before the hit was called off. Be grateful.” you exited out of the room.
Once you had left the building, you tugged your mask down and pulled out the photo you had placed in your pocket. You suppose you should start with one of the brothers. Killing the younger one first would leave a bitter taste in your mouth because he looked so adorable with that kind smile on his face. You glanced over to the other brother.
“Pity.” you said as you took in the older brother’s features. “He’s kinda cute.” Slipping the photo back into my pocket, you pulled your mask back up on your face and hid in the shadows as you made your way back home to plan out your tactics of getting rid of Rengoku Kyoujuro as quickly as possible. Even if you did not kill the whole family before your deadline, the twelve million you would get from just him would be more than enough.
-0-0-0
Bored.
Kyoujuro was bored. Very bored at this party that was supposedly thrown in his honor. He set his face into the palm of his gloved hand as he watched the scantily dressed dancers try to seduce him with their movements. None caught his eye. Kyoujuro reached for his drink, Brandy on the rocks, and swirled the glass around before taking a drink. His attention was caught when the music changed in tempo, becoming dark and seductive.
“INTRODUCING A NEW DANCER: THE FEM FATALE!”
Kyoujuro leaned back into his seat, legs crossed at the knee. The Fem Fatale. A dangerous name. He hoped this one would provide some entertainment for him. He watched the stage with hooded eyes as the lights changed to a dark shade of violet, his glass to his lips as he waited for the performer to come out.
His tongue wet his lips when a woman dressed in dark red lingerie with a black corset tied around her waist to give her more of an hourglass figure and a sheer black robe with red ostrich feathers decorating the train and sleeves. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of thigh high leather boots and she had a riding crop for her prop. She also left her hair down to frame her face beautifully. But what piqued his interest the most was the black lacy mask that covered her eyes, hiding her identity from him. Kyoujuro wanted to know who this “Fem Fatale" was.
He watched with greedy eyes as she strutted slowly down the catwalk, tapping her thighs with the riding crop until she reached the pole at the end. When her music started, she bent over and flipped back her hair, but a few loose strands covered her face, giving her a seductive look. Kyoujruo’s eyes never left her body as she danced and twirled around on the pole. He sipped at his drink as he watched her spin and spread those delectable thighs until her legs were in a straight line as she spun on the pole.
Kyoujuro felt the front of his pants become snug as she used the riding crop to spank her naughty ass and cunt as she spread her legs from the audience. Slowly, she stripped out of her robe, tossing it to the side as she grabbed hold of the pole. His cock twitched as he eyed her thighs and breasts as she danced around on the ground, her legs looking miles long as she stretched them over her head.
The front of his pants became almost unbearably tight when she ripped off the corset, her cute tummy on display for his viewing pleasure. His eyes followed her every movement as she slowly climbed up the pole, and begin spinning and twirling. Fuck, she was sexy. Her display of strength and her slow, eroctic movement turned him on. When she spun around on the pole, supporting her body with just her upper body and ankles, Kyoujuro knew that he had to have her.
When her performance was over, Kyoujuro motioned for his bodyguards to go find her and bring her to the private room he rented.
-0-0-0
You stepped out onto the stage when they called out your stage name. You walked slowly down the catwalk, tapping the tops of your thighs with the riding crop you used as a prop. Your eyes sought out for the Rengoku’s and you found him already staring at you with those beautiful golden-vermillion eyes and a glass to his lips as he took a drink. I made my way to the pole, heels clicking on the runway. Flipping my hair back I made eye contact with him, watching him adjust his pants.
Coming out of my robe, so I would have more freedom of movement, I slowly slid down the pole as my legs spread into a split. The Rengoku’s eyes never left your form as you danced around the pole, stretching your legs as you spun around on the pole wih just your hands. You slid down the pole until your knees touched the ground.
You moved your body around seductively, your hair flying around with your movement and sticking to your gloss. Knowing that your performance was coming to an end, you snatched off the corset.
As your performance was coming to an end, You decided to show off my strength by locking your legs around the pole while spinning around in place. Slowly, you let go of the pole and supported yourself by arching your back against the cool metal while pressing your ankles down to maintain my balance.
You could feel his eyes on you as you spun around in slow circles. You wished you still had the riding crop to slide it along your covered heat and thighs, but you could tell he was already mesmerized by you. By the time you had finished your routine and blew a kiss to the crowd, he was gone and you knew that he was going to look for you.
-0-0-0
Kyoujuro sat in his private room, waiting patiently for his bodyguards to acquire the woman. He fixed himself another drink and poured one for you when they brought you to him. A soft knock at his door brought a smile to his face as he beckoned them inside.
When the woman stepped inside his private room, you were even more beautiful up close than on stage. Luscious lips, perfect breasts, adorable tummy, beautiful hips and thighs, you were a goddess among goddesses.
He dismissed his bodyguards with a wave of his hand. “You can leave.” He said simply, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. Your eyes were still covered by that lacy black mask and he was dying to see the beauty that laid underneath it. He smiled easily and laughed when you looked around the room. “I don’t bite.” His lips curled upwards into a hint of a seductive smile. “Unless you want me to, princess.”
Kyoujuro watched as your lips parted in a gasp and he held out the glass that he poured the drink into. “Brandy?” He asked, walking over to you so that you could take the alcohol.
You took the drink from him with a shy smile. Standing this close to him gave you a better look at his handsome features. You could see the way his gold-red eyes sparkled in the light, his perfect jawline, pearly-white, straight teeth, soft yet firm looking lips that were almost always pulled into a smile, and his voice was so deep and rumbling. ‘It’s a shame such a handsome man has to die.’ “Thank you.” you took a sip of the rich brown liquid, a bit surprised at how smooth it went down.
He laughed lightly, gaining your attention. “Smooth, isn’t it. This is Mendi Coconut Brandy.” Kyoujuro refilled your glass and his before clinking them together. “I enjoyed your performance. “He complimented you, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Spreading his long legs, he patted his thigh for you to sit down.
You eyed him, trying to figure out the best method of killing him. You had the knives hidden in my boots that you used to dispose of the real entertainer earlier. You also have your poisoned hairpins tying back your locks you could use. Your eyes caught the movement of him rolling his sleeves up and you saw the dark swirls of the tattoos inked into his forearms. Fuck... Your body automatically moved over to sit down on his leg as you gave him a shy smile. “Is there something you want?”
Kyoujuro leaned in, the sweet scent of your lotions filling his scenes. Coconut. You smelled sweet like the fruit and it made him wonder if you tasted just as sweet and was as tender as the flesh. His fingers found your delicate wrist, the pads resting against your pulse and feeling the blood rush through it. “Nervous or excited to know why I called you here?” His smile was gentle, yet still a bit sadistic. Kyoujuro was the hunter and you were his prey.
Pulling the hair pins out of the bun you wore, letting your hair down, you smiled at him. “Oh, I have an idea of what you want.” you said as you shifted in his lap, straddling his thighs. Placing your lips against his ear, you whispered, “But too bad I won’t be giving it to you." You raised the poisoned pins high, ready to send them into the veins of his neck. “Next time don't be so quick to dismiss your guards.”
He sensed the danger and before you were able to plunge the sharp tips of your weapons into his neck, Kyoujuro knocked your hands away. The pins scattered across the room as he quickly flipped your positions on the couch, his gun drawn and pointed at your forehead as you had drawn a hidden blade and pressed it against his neck. “Hm...you’re a better one than the last one he sent.” His finger rested lazily on the trigger.
You began to feel a bit nervous at the large Colt .38 pointed at your head, but you didn’t let it show. “Big words coming from the Boss’s underling.” you tightened your grip on the handle of your knife, pressing it tightly against his skin. “What makes you think I can’t slit your neck before you can pull the trigger?” you fought the urge to flinch when the cold metal pressed even deeper against the center of your forehead.
Kyoujuro smiled down at you, his lips pulled taunt at your words. “The boss’s underling?” He chuckled as his finger itched to pull the trigger from that statement alone. “You have me mixed up with my father, I believe. He was the former head of the family.” He reached around and pulled at the silk strings that held your mask tied closed.
Rengoku Shinjirou wasn’t the boss? You began to sweat a little, the strings of your mask dangling with the tips tickling your shoulders. The only thing keeping it held up over your eyes was the barrel of his gun. Why didn’t Lord Muzan tell me that Rengoku Kyoujuro was the Mafia Boss. You would have targeted him last. You swallowed thickly as he slowly reached for the edge of the lace mask.
“Let me see this face of yours.” He hummed, pulling his gun back slightly, ignoring the bite of your blade against the side of his neck. Grabbing the lace between his fingers, Kyoujuro pulled it away revealing your beautiful face. You were gorgeous. “Fem Fatale. I see why you picked that name. Many have tried to come assassinate me and my family, but you’re the first one that used this method.” He hummed as he grabbed your knife in his gloved hand quickly and yanked it from her grip. “Muzan finally thought of sending a woman instead of that pink-haired bastard.” The tip of his gun moved down to tilt your chin up so that he could stare into your eyes.
You shivered as you looked into his golden-crimson eyes. They were so cold yet beautiful with that glow of lust that swirled in his irises. You felt helpless without your blades and Kyoujuro was so much bigger than you that you wouldn’t dream of taking him in hand to hand. Then there was the gun he had pointed at you. You swallowed thickly. “What are you waiting for? Kill me. You know that I came here to kill you by Muzan’s orders. Unless you want to offer me more money to take out Muzan for you.”
Kyoujuro clicked his tongue as he tapped the tip of his gun against the bottom of your jawline. “Now what is the fun in that, princess?" He trailed the cold steel down your neck to the valley of your breasts, pointing the barrel at your heart. “How much?”
“12 for each head and double if I finish before the end of the week.” you answered quickly, your eyes glancing over at the corner where he had thrown your weapons. You wished you had gotten time to redress into your normal attire, but his bodyguards had barged into the dressing room almost as soon as you had closed the door. You barely had time to grab the hair pins.
The more he stared at your barely covered body, the silver of his gun contrasting beautifully with your skin, the tighter the front of Kyoujuro’s pants became. Fuck you were gorgeous. He tapped the weapon against your breast, smiling when you jumped. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you go. But...” he trailed off, finger toying with the trigger. “On one condition.”
You arched your brow as you tilted your head to the left. Has he lost his mind? Let you go? You were just going to take another attempt on his life, maybe even go after his family first. “And what might that be?” you would play along with whatever he wanted if that meant you would live.
“I will make you fall in love with me before the deadline of your assassination attempt.” He smiled pleasantly, laughing a bit when you recoiled your head back. “If I can’t, you can have my life, but if I do, you’re mine.”
“You’re not fucking serious!” you screamed at him. You? Fall in love with him? “You really think I won’t just try to kill you while you attempt to woo me?!” your brain stopped working when Kyoujuro reached out and placed a black leather gloved finger against your lips, silencing your rant. Damn him. Did he know you thought he was attractive?
His smile never left his lips. “I never said you couldn’t keep attempting to kill me, but I will thwart every effort and won’t stop until I break you and make you mine.” Kyoujuro leaned in, moving his finger and slid his tongue out and ran it over the seam of your lips. “Come on, princess, just admit that you’re attracted to me.” his hand trailed down your neck.
Your lips were on fire from his touch as you looked up at him wide eyed. His fingers made your skin come alive when he led them down the front of your throat. “What are you...” you trailed off when his gloved fingertips traced over the swell of your breasts, his gun now being holstered back into its holder at his hip. A soft moan escaped when his palm brushed over your nipple before he used both hands to cup your mounds.
“Sensitive thing, aren’t you sweetheart?” Kyoujuro chuckled as he pushed you back onto the couch, his knee sliding between your thighs. “Let me give you a taste of what you’ll receive once you’re mine.” He leaned his head down slowly, intending on kissing her but his lips were met with your cheek as you turned your head away.
You placed your hand over your lips. “I’ll agree to play your little game, but I have my own rules.” you held up two fingers. "First is that unless I say yes, you cannot fuck me.” your head rolled back when his thigh pressed firmly against your heat, tempting you into giving into his touch. But you had to hold firm. “The second is until I say so, no kissing either.”
Kyoujuro gazed down at you, his brow arched before he sighed. “Fine. I won’t fuck or kiss you until you say I can, however,” He snatched your hand away from your lips and grabbed your chin, hooking his thumb on her bottom lip. Gathering a pool of saliva in his mouth, Kyoujuro let it fall from his puckered lips and into your parted lips, landing on your tongue, “have a taste of what you’re missing out on.”
As his spit slid down the back of your throat, a small whine left you. He tasted like the coconut brandy you had drunk, rich and smooth. You wanted more, but Kyoujuro had already latched his lips onto your neck, nipping and sucking his marks into your flesh.
Your back arched off the couch, grinding your core down further against his hard thigh between your legs. His hand began to massage your breasts, squeezing the flesh until it spilled over in his palms.
“Come on, little one. Let me hear those beautiful moans.” He licked a line down your neck to the valley of your breasts. Kyoujuro pulled the cups of your thin, lace red bra down, pushing your breasts out. His mouth began to water at the sight of your taut nipples standing to attention for him. Latching his lips around your left one, he pinched and twisted the other in between his fingers. Soon a symphony of your saccharine moans graced his ears.
You could not hold back your cries when Kyouuro began toying with your nipples. You weaved your fingers into his silky blond hair to hold him against your chest.
The pleasure was starting to consume you as he did wickedly sinful things to you. You let out a gasp when you felt his other hand glide down your belly and rested between your thighs. He moved his thigh down so that he could cup your sex over the thin red panties you had on.
Kyoujuro used his teeth to pull his gloves off his hands. He then pushed your underwear to the side and slid a finger along your slit. Releasing your nipple with a wet sounding ‘pop’, a smirk curled at his lips. “You’re already so wet, Princess.” He ran his finger up and down your cunt, parting your folds and watched your lewd juices glisten. “Look at this pussy, just dripping and sopping wet for me. Are you sure you haven’t fallen in love with me yet?”
Your face heated at his words as you swallowed thickly, the taste of coconuts still heavy on your tongue. “N-no!” you whimpered, feeling two of the thick fingers swiping through your slick coated slit. “I’m not in love with you.” A gasp left you when he suddenly pushed those digits inside your clenching hole and your hands gripped the leather exterior of the couch. “Fuck.”
Kyoujuro thumbed your clit as he thrust his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. He watched every expression that appeared on your face. Marvelling a each lewd sound your pussy made as he fucked you with his hand. Adding a third finger and curling them, Kyoujuro found that spot that made you squirm and shake around him. He licked his lips as he stared hungry at your cunt. You only said that he could not kiss your mouth...
You were drowning, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that he was causing on your body. Your nails dug into the upholstery of the couch. His fingers found your spot quickly, like he knew your body like the back of his hand. Your eyes slid closed as you started to lose yourself in the mind numbing pleasure. Until you left something hot and wet dripping onto your sex. My eyes shot open when I saw Kyoujuro spitting onto your clit, smearing it over your opening before lowering his head. “What are you doing?!” you kicked your legs out as you tried to grab his cheeks.
He looked up at you with a sinister smile on his lips before he slapped your clit, the stinging pain causing you to freeze up. Kyoujuro smiled up at you as he gathered your legs over his shoulders. “You only said I couldn’t fuck or kiss you, but you didn’t specify how to fuck you or what lips I could kiss.” He spanked your clit once more before gliding his tongue over the nerve.
Your head fell back as you gasped from the stinging pleasure of having your sensitive bud slapped and abused before his warm, wet muscle circled it as if trying to soothe the pain. You moved to curl your hands even tighter into his hair, not knowing if you were trying to pull him away or push him closer to your needy cunt. “Fuck...” you whimpered softly.
Kyoujuro licked up and down your folds, relishing in your sweet taste. You were indeed sweet and tender, even more so than the fruit. He could stay between your thighs, eating and drinking from your drooling hole all day. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue dipped into your sugary hole to gather your slick. “This pussy is going to be all mine.” He groaned. “Won’t it?”
In your lustful daze, his words rang true in your ears. “Yes!” you screamed out, flinching his hand came in contact with your ass, the rings he wore possibly leaving an imprint on your skin. You quickly changed your words, “Yes, sir! My pussy will belong to you.” you whined out, fingers tightening in his long golden hair as you bucked your hips upward.
He hummed as he sucked at your opening to taste as much of your sweetness as possible. A combination of your juices and his saliva rolled down his chin. You tasted better than the finest of desserts. Moving his lips up to your swollen nerve, he flicked it with his tongue as he pushed his fingers back inside your slick, clenching hole. Your cream began to smear onto the silver and black rings he wore.
“Oh fuck...” you moaned out as he attacked your clit with quick flicks. You shook your head from side to side as your thighs began to tremble and shake around his head as your back arched even further off the couch. Kyoujuro caught your body before it landed back onto the cushion, pressing your cunt deeper into his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” you chanted as your high was nearing. “Right there, please, right there.
Kyoujuro felt your walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers. He gave your clit one last suck before pulling away completely, ruining your orgasm. The Mafia leader gave you a sweet, charming smile before he placed his still wet fingers into his mouth. “Gotta become mine if you want to cum on my tongue, princess.” Standing to his feet, Kyoujuro reached for his suit jacket before reaching behind the couch for his katana. “It’s been fun. Until your next attempt, little fireball.” He walked out of the room
You sat up, knowing he did not just leave you on edge like that. The throbbing in your core let you know that he indeed left you in such a needy state for him. Clenching your hands into tight fists, you declared. “I am going to kill him!”
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ᴸᵃˢᵗ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ
Pairing: Peter Parker x GN!Reader
Summary: Last year at Midtown’s winter dance, your science lab partner (and crush) stood you up without an excuse as to why. But when he asks you to it again this year, you’re forced to face the question: can the fire in your heart ever be rekindled?
Warnings: mention of being stood up, reader has no defined height but is taller than Peter, school dances, holidays,
“I don’t know, MJ. You remember what happened last year. He didn’t even show up.” You closed your locker, staring at your shoes.
“I wasn’t there, but I guess I remember. Anyway, you’re right. He’s probably a real douchebag, so why would you waste your time on him?” MJ justified.
“What? No! You should go! I know Peter, he’s a really nice guy. Like, actually. He felt so bad after last year. I heard him tell Ned about it the next day.” Betty combated.
“Guys, I don’t know. Maybe he’s just trying to put salt in the wound. What if he doesn’t show up again?”
The two girls looked at each other, as if they knew something you didn’t.
“What was that? What was that look? That look, you two just gave each other.”
“Nothing!” Betty tried to reassure you. “Besides, why would he go through the elaborate trouble of putting that note in your locker to ask you to the dance if he didn’t care?” She rambled out.
“Our lockers are right across the hall—“ MJ began, but Betty clamped a hand over her mouth.
Just then, the bell rang.
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The dance was loud, filled by the sounds of overplayed pop music from the 2010s and the chatter of your classmates.
You stood awkwardly off in the corner, regretting even coming. You should’ve just stayed home, God it would’ve been so much easier to do that. Or you could’ve went to MJ’s, and criticized overdramatic films just for the hell of it.
A tap on your shoulder dragged you from your bitter thoughts. You turned around, meeting his eyes. A beautiful brown, warm and welcoming; beautiful like the leaves on the ground on a cool autumn day.
“Hey,” he stammered out awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands.
“Hi.” You replied back, not sure what to say. “I…didn’t think you’d show up.”
“Why would I not—oh, oh my God, no, m’so, so, so sorry about that. Something came up, but I really wanted to be there, and I tried so hard to make it on time, but I couldn’t—“
“Relax.” You chuckled. “I’m not that mad. Really.”
Neither of you said anything for a moment.
“Do..do you wanna..dance?” He asked awkwardly. “I can’t promise you I’m good at it,” you warned, but he just smiled.
“It’s okay. Neither am I.” He held out his hand for you to take. You obliged, and he led you towards the crowd of dancing teenagers.
Just then, a slower Christmas song came on. It was obviously a piano version of a popular song, but you couldn’t place your finger on it.
Everyone around you began to slow dance to it. You looked at Peter, your hands instinctively went to his waist. He blushed, and you drew your hands back.
“Sorry, I just—“
“No,” he stopped you, smiling boyishly and shyly at the same time. “It’s okay.” Using his own hands, he guided yours back to his waist before he put his hands on your shoulders. You got a few strange looks here and there, mainly from Flash, but it didn’t stop either of you as you swayed together.
“I’m glad you showed up this time.” You murmured, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
“Ye-yeah. Me too.” He chuckled. You were positive there was a reason behind his absence last year, but for now, you weren’t too upset about it.
Especially when you kissed him as you dropped him off at his house. You weren’t too upset about that, either.
A/n: it just occurred to me that I haven’t been putting GN!Reader in the pairings? I’m pretty sure every one of these so far has been with a neutral reader but I’m not positive on that
dividers by @saradika-graphics
Tomorrows hint:
Under the mistletoe Watching the fire glow And telling me, "I love you" Just being in your arms Takes me back to that little farm Where every wish comes true
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Part One: I’m Not Ready
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Typically, a single soul would never have gotten this much attention from him. He’d have forgotten every bit of them, down to their name. There was just something surreal about the way you made his heart feel…alive again, that he couldn’t quite let go of.
warnings: death, snakes, grieving
w/c: 2247
a/n: I’m so excited to bring this work to you. It’s been an idea of mine for a few months now, I’ve just been struggling to figure out how to start this. The motivation came out of nowhere for me, luckily, so I’m happy to be able to share this now 🖤 Feedback is very appreciated, and genuinely fuels my motivation to write. This is more of an introductory chapter to the series, most future parts will likely be a longer wc.
There were exactly ninety seconds before you were destined to die.
Death watched from afar as you gently plucked sprigs of lavender from your beloved garden. Instead of minding the countdown and focusing on his duty, his watchful eye instead followed your skillful hands. Though tinged with green stains and dirt, they were soft. The obvious work you’d put into the cultivation of your harvest had yet to harden the tips of your fingertips with a single callous.
In seventy-five seconds, you would die with soft, earth stained hands.
Despite your ever encroaching demise, Death found himself captivated by the melody you’d been humming under your breath. It blended naturally with the birdsong and insect chorus of the surrounding forest, remarkably peaceful for what only he knew was coming. Although he hadn’t once heard it before, Death had already decided that this song was, indeed, his favorite.
In sixty seconds, you would die with that very melody on your lips.
His chest ached where a heart should typically reside as he witnessed the bloom of a smile cross your features, rounding the wind-chapped apples of your cheeks with the most innocent of joys. It seemed a shame to have to extinguish such a bright, shining light - though it had been several centuries since Death had found himself experiencing guilt.
In forty-five seconds, you would die wearing that cluelessly happy smile - and Death would feel remorse.
His molten amber gaze followed the curve of your arm, dainty stems of chamomile joining the bundles of lavender you’d placed in a hand-woven basket to bring back to the village you and your coven had long called home.
In thirty seconds you’d spill the bundles of flowers around your lifeless body, a preemptive floral arrangement for the fate you’d been so cruelly dealt.
His lips pulled into a deep frown as he watched you happily tend the flowers, resisting the urge to warn you of the looming danger, physically pained by his inability to call out to you.
In fifteen seconds you would collapse, able to hear his voice mere seconds too late as you took your last breaths - and Death himself would mourn you.
Your eyes widened then as you finally spotted the source of peril in your otherwise unassuming garden, the eyes of a viper glistening in the light filtering through petals and stems. You froze then - melody stuttering to a halt, face paling as every hint of the smile you’d worn shifted into an expression of pure panic.
He watched helplessly as the viper hissed, fangs bared menacingly before lunging for your arm - clamping it’s jaw shut and holding on, injecting the venom into your veins. Death couldn’t blame the animal, likely feeling threatened by something exponentially larger than itself trampling around its home.
His unnecessary breath fluttered as he watched you collapse, gripping your arm as though you could stop the end yourself. Tears welled in your eyes as you fell to your knees, staining the white skirt of your dress with the soil beneath.
He reached a hand to his own chest, clutching the black silk of his shirt as his long-dormant heart dropped. Your grandmother’s voice could be heard from afar, shouting your name as her old legs tried to carry her quickly to your side.
“Y/N!” She shouted, though the paralysis had set in and you couldn’t respond had you even heard her. You’d fallen to the ground, surrounded by plants supposed to bring peace, with glazed over eyes and a single tear still stuck to your colorless cheek.
“Y/N, my darling,” your grandmother pled, holding your cold hand in hers as she stared down in horror at the two distinct holes in your arm.
You could watch now, too. Your spirit stood behind your grandmother, attempting to comfort her with a gentle hand to her back - despite your own shock at what had befallen you.
Death had never seen one so concerned for another so soon after passing.
“I’m sorry, gran…” you whispered through tears, watching as she unsteadily brushed hair from your face, pleading through sobs that you not leave her all alone.
“My darling girl, you don’t deserve this!” she choked, pressing her forehead to your body’s, “This isn’t right!”
He’d approached your body then, preparing himself for the foreign difficulty he had with taking a soul - your soul - with a deep sigh.
Death had heard similar pleas before, but had never felt so inclined to agree before now. This wasn’t right. Your vibrant soul standing behind the woman looked so tragic, eyes filled with an undeniable sorrow as you watched the woman who raised you son over your corpse.
You looked remorseful, though there was no fault of your own. You continued to rub the old woman’s back as she began mashing different plants together - creating an antidote less than a minute too late. Your voice soothing her through your own choked-back tears felt like fire in Death’s ears. You looked so nurturing. So delicate.
So beautiful.
“Please…” you finally whispered, looking up to the sky as though to plead with God. Death didn’t find it in himself to be offended, only pained as he listened to you beg, “I’m not ready.”
As you’d been looking up, Death had knelt next to your body - mouth hesitating less than an inch from your barely-warm lips as he heard you cry.
“That’s right,” he admitted, alerting you to his presence for the first time since you’d stopped breathing. Your watery eyes met his, lips parted in shock as you took in the man - if you could call him that - before you.
His dark hair was swept back from his face, putting his chiseled features on full display. His jaw was tense - as though he were arguing against an unseen force. Angular eyes burned with an unexplained resolve as he held your gaze - the slightest furrow between his strong brows showing that he was, indeed, listening.
You knew instantly who - what - he was.
He was the reaper, and he was here for you.
You should’ve been scared. You should’ve screamed. Most people meeting Death face-to-face would be horrified.
But you wanted to ask his name.
You should’ve cried. You should’ve cowered.
“Please…” you asked him instead, a single word in a last ditch effort to be allowed to stay. Not that his intimidating presence would allow much else to leave your lips.
He said nothing, opting instead to raise his head away from your body, giving you a moment of hope - never once looking away from your gaze.
“Don’t leave my gran all alone,” you begged, courage finding you despite the dread you felt. It seemed like an eternity as he stared into your eyes, almost as though searching for something, “You can take me after she’s gone, but don’t leave her all alone!”
You could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he contemplated your offer, head tilting to the side with no change in expression.
“Please…” you asked again, voice softer than it had ever been. You were past begging, recalling the legend of death having been a mortal once before, too. You were simply reaching for any hidden shred of humanity he might have had hidden inside.
And you had found it, despite Death having believed it gone.
As your grandmother held the salve to your arm, praying through her tears, the warmth that had hit him before grew exponentially - filling his being with a profound, alien sensation. He assumed that he must have felt it before, in his previous life, but that didn’t stop him from reeling at his sudden shift in mentality.
He remembered absolutely nothing of his mortal life, all memories having begun after his ascension into godhood. He was certain, at least in this life, that he’d never wanted to protect anything - or anyone - as much as he did you, in that moment.
He wanted to tell you that you’d brought these newfound thoughts and, daresay, feelings into his existence. He wanted to tell you he’d keep you safe, no matter the cost. He wanted to tell you that he wouldn’t want to take you, even if your gran had passed.
Instead, all he said was, “As you wish,” with a wistful look on his face.
As quickly as he’d appeared in your field of vision, he vanished. The breeze held a chill despite the warmth of the day, and with a whispered, “Thank you,” you found yourself back in your body, gasping for air.
Gran’s cries shifted from pain to joy, a smile blossoming on her cheeks as she looked away from the salve to your ever-brightening complexion. She pulled you into her lap gingerly, stroking your hair as you coughed - lungs reacclimating to filling with air.
“My dearest,” she whispered, “I thought I’d lost you…”
“I thought you had, too,” you croaked, bursting into another fit of coughing as she shushed you gently.
Death was always spoken of as a horrible, frightening thing. Everyone thought of it as an irreversible tragedy.
But, you knew - at least for now. You knew differently. Death was a man with gentle eyes who listened to your pleas and let you stay.
Death spent the next few hours searching within himself for what had come over him. He had always been very by-the-book; a soul is due to move on, they get taken. It was the way of the world, the correct cycle of life.
He had never had an issue before. He’d never found himself stalling, stopped in his tracks by anyone or anything. He wasn’t cold, no. He just knew his duty, and hadn’t ever had a problem following through.
Until you.
Was it your genuine, selfless care for your grandmother? Asking to be spared not for yourself, but to not abandon another? Was it the contagious peacefulness of the song you’d hummed before, bringing the reaper a sense of calm that he’d not experienced since his rebirth?
Perhaps it was the way you tenderly plucked the stems from your garden, experienced hands leaving enough as to allow for regrowth. Or maybe it was the tender smile on your face as you’d inhaled the aroma of the blossoms you’d gathered.
He pondered even further, now. Was it your eyes and the light they held? Was it your lips and the way they curved up without a thought? Was it your gentle voice? It could even have been your graceful demeanor.
Typically, a single soul would never have gotten this much attention from him. He’d have forgotten every bit of them, down to their name. There was just something surreal about the way you made his heart feel…alive again, that he couldn’t quite let go of.
He couldn’t come to a conclusion as to why he was so drawn to you, which left only one answer.
It was everything.
What cemented the strange new sensations as what they were was much less complicated than it may have seemed.
Death himself had no regrets on sparing you, despite the scolding he was sure to receive from the fates. In fact, his only regrets were being unable to kiss your lips and knowing you would have to forget him.
You woke up in a fog from a much-needed rest, Gran snoozing peacefully in her rocking chair across the room. Your head throbbed as you sat up, reaching for the water grab must’ve left out for you with a grateful sigh.
The squeak of the bed roused the sweet woman from her slumber, a soft voice instantly soothing some of the pain.
“Hello, dearest,” she rose from the chair to sit on the foot of the bed. She placed a gentle hand on your forehead, checking for fever, before patting your shoulder affectionately.
“Hi, Gran,” your voice cracked, still residually rough from your lack of oxygen.
“How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” you murmured. And you were, on such a deep level that you wondered if you’d simply imagined sleeping at all.
“I’d be worried if you weren’t,” Gran scooted closer to you to place a kiss on your forehead, “You’ve been through an ordeal.”
“Yeah…” you trailed off, realizing you had no recollection between the viper bite and waking up. This could easily have been attributed to the trauma - which you truly believed was the case - yet there was still an itch in the recesses of your mind that you just couldn’t seem to scratch.
Something had to have happened but like a word on the tip of your tongue, you couldn’t for the life of you recall what it was. It was then that you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of Gran’s glasses - a gasp escaping you as you barely exhaled your words.
“My hair.”
Gran delicately pulled the strand of interest up from behind your ear, running the pad of her thumb over it with mystery swirling in her eyes. Unlike the remainder of your head, this patch was stark white, shimmering in the light from the fireplace.
“It’s…changed,” Gran nodded, allowing you to adjust to the change and find your words. “Do you…know why?”
You figured she’d have an answer for you, being among the few elders in your small township community. She held more knowledge of the strange happenings than others. She said nothing for a while, however, opting instead to continue rubbing the pearly tresses.
“Yes, my dear,” Gran finally answered, “You’ve been touched by death, after all, darling.”
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🎲 - From Victor
Kiss Roulette!
38. A kiss while one party is carried
He’s struggling to stop his eyes from glazing over. Logan is a good soldier. Logan memorises and follows his orders. He carries out his missions without complaint. He’s effective. He’s good. He’s the best. He’s bored out of his skull. He knows he’s not the only one. He catches Victor’s eye and, when the COs are turned around, makes a show of letting his shoulders droop and grimacing. There's a ghost of a smirk on Vic’s face and he pops his eyebrows in silent agreement. A flicker of movement, the sound of shifting weight, hints that the CO is about to turn around, and the two men face forward. More information they don't need. Yeah, knowing was half the battle. Yeah, Logan always made sure to read the reports and briefing notes. He did his homework.
But this was too much. The officer turns back to the display, and Vic nudges his shoulder. Logan glances his way. Vic raises a hand to scratch innocently at his jaw, then, for just a second, his hand makes the shape of a pistol, and he jerks his head to the side as though ‘shot’. Logan clamps his jaw down to avoid grinning. At least they have this. Makes it halfway tolerable. At his right, Maverick sighs and rolls his eyes. Nice to know he was dead set on being a drag. Finally, finally, the display clicks off. Thank Christ. It’s a struggle not to say something like that out loud, but he manages.
“... Which concludes our briefing.” The officer said. What was his name again? He wasn’t one of their usual handlers - Parson, or Peterson, or something like that. Whatever. “Are there any further questions?”
Silence.
Special Agent Parson-or-Peterson nodded.
“Very well.” He said. “If that’s the case, we’re done here. Your personal briefings will be delivered to you later today.”
“Sure. Drop it off when you put the mint on my pillow.” Victor retorts and Logan has to duck his head and bite his lip to keep his reaction contained. He gets away with just a snort. Maverick sucks in a sharp inhale. Silver Fox hisses a warning “Victor!” through her teeth. Kestrel huffs his quiet amusement, and Mastodon tensed so suddenly Logan heard his shoulders clench. Victor didn't spare them a parting glance. He wasn't looking for their approval. Logan caught his eye when he looked up again and, when Victor sees his smile, his entire scent and posture blooms to delight. It's adorable, and Logan lets his smile show a bit more. Victor grins.
“Sabertooth.” Parson-or-Peterson snaps. Vic’s expression shifts to a barely restrained irritation. “Do you think you’re funny?” Vic seems to ponder this for a moment, then shrugs, clasping his hands loosely behind his back.
“You saying I should quit my day job, sir?” The humour in Victor’s voice is colder now, sharper. More dangerous. Uh oh.
“I would advise against it.” The officer sounds equally terse. The air in the room is thick with anticipation, dominance, anxiety.
“Vic-” Logan mutters. His caution is ignored as Parson-or-Peterson continues.
“Perhaps we should have you take point on this mission.” He sneers. Victor grins again, making a point of showing his fangs.
“I’d love that, sir.” He rumbles. That, at least, is not a joke. Victor may not have much interest in leading the team, but being set loose with nobody in charge of him? Dream come true.
“A shame.” The officer sniffs. “Because Maverick will call the shots.” At Logan’s other side, Maverick sighs quietly and stands straighter.
“Yes, sir.” He says curtly. Victor snorts, but says nothing. The officer turns and leaves with another harsh ‘dismissed’. Wild Cat, Kestrel, Silver Fox, and Mastodon go one way. The real top dogs of Team X - Wolverine, Sabertooth, and Maverick - go another. The door shuts and, to Logan and Victor, the officer’s footsteps continue in a third direction and vanish. It’s safe to talk now. It’s safe to be close.
Logan adjusts his stride until his arm brushes Victor’s with every step. In a movement as natural as breathing, Victor hooks his little finger around Logan’s. (Subtle enough they won’t get caught, warm enough to mean something.)
“You should be more careful.” Maverick breaks the silence.
“Careful?” Victor echoes.
“Yeah. Careful.” Maverick says again. “You’re stirring up trouble for all of us. I don't like this Paulson guy any more than-”
“Paulson! That’s the bitch.” Logan exclaimed, snapping his fingers. Victor let out a surprised bark of laughter. Maverick blinked.
“What-?”
“Couldn’t remember his name.” Logan shrugged. Victor snickered. Maverick groaned.
“Never mind. Do what you want. Just don't make me haul your dumb asses out of another firefight.”
“Wouldn't dream of it, bub.” Logan grins. Maverick shakes his head and peels off down a different hallway. Once he’s out of sight, Logan slips his hand into Victor’s properly. Victor’s ears turned pink even as he squeezed Logan’s palm.
“I don't like the way he was looking at you.” He muttered. Logan’s face scrunched in confusion.
“Who? North?”
“Wh- No! No.” Victor shook his head and held on tighter. “Agent Paulson. He was freakin’ me out - didn’t you notice?” Logan shouldered open the door to the bunkhouse and tilted his head.
“Is that why you were so tense back there?”
“I’m not tense.” Victor grumbles. Logan studies him for a moment, watching as Victor stands with his arms crossed and looks anywhere but at him. Something is really bothering him.
“You wanna-”
“No.” Victor turns away more, but Logan doesn’t miss the way he fidgets. He frowns.
“But you’re not tense.”
“I’m just peachy.” Victor’s claws flex in and out. So he didn’t want to talk. Fine.
“Alright.” Logan shrugged, wandering over to his own bunk. “Guess I don’t gotta help you relax, then.”
“What?” Victor’s head snapped up so fast Logan swore he heard the vertebrae crack. Bingo.
“Well, if you’re not tense.” Logan says innocently, peeling his shirt off and tossing it on his cot to fold. “Ya’ don’t need any help unwinding.”
“I’m tense!” And Vic is behind him, his hands on Logan’s hips. “I’m tense, I’m so tense.” Logan smirks and turns around.
“Yeah.” He said, then hooked his hands under Vic’s thighs and lifted. His mate’s back hits the wall with a thud and it’s so sweet, watching his face flush so quickly. “I know.” He leans up for a kiss and Vic responds eagerly, holding the sides of Logan’s face in his palms.
“Don’t get yourself so worked up, Kitten.” Logan whispers against his lips. “Anything they wanna throw at us, we can handle together.”
Victor responds with teeth.
#perditos#perditos ;; victor#ic ;; trying to behave ;; asks#ship ;; nobody but me ;; wolvertooth#:)#IC ;; lost memories ;; DRABBLE#VERSE ;; restless soul ;; PRE WEAPON X
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Who said Frank couldn’t be allowed in the office with Soap? Maybe those that know he might be a distraction at times… But he knows Soap doesn’t mind one bit. On his knees and under the desk of the other, Frank savoured the taste of the other on his tongue. As he keeps himself hushed and focused, he sucks onto the other’s clit before once again bringing his tongue to his wet hole, this thumb now pressing and rubbing circles around Soap’s clit. Was he expecting anything back for this? No, not really. He just knew what the other wanted and wanted to indulge in the process altogether.
he's been told time and time again to mind his paperwork. to not be shoving it off on the other members of the 141 when he falls behind. he's been coralled this time, and forced into it. not that he wants to do it. so frank's intrusion is highly welcome. maybe soap himself is to blame a little, for the teasing texts he'd sent, the little hints of complaints.
"ah - mm -" the noises come as he finds himself squirming in his seat, dropping his pen to the desk and putting his fist up to his mouth, biting down hard. some of his writing on his reports is barely legible, a shaky hand having tried (and failed) to write.
his thighs clamp down around frank's head as his tongue is going inside of soap, the sergeant throwing his head back against his chair, harsh exhales passing him. he bucks his hips, letting a moan tumble past his lips. he's far from ashamed - there's no point hiding it. doesn't even care if someone walks in on it; this is bliss. he's embarrassingly hungry for it, and he lets himself indulge.
"frank-" the name comes out in a moan, breathless. he bites back down on his fist, a muffled noise escaping him akin to a whimper and a moan as he bucks hips again. his work is long since forgotten, left not even halfway finished. all he cares about is indulging the electric pleasure that shoots through him at every touch he gets.
#coolrpblog#answered#in / johnny soap mactavish#verse / modern warfare#nsft //#local sergeant can't focus on paperwork for shit#teases his bun right into his office and under his desk instead#irresponsible. sir you are irresponsible.
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fountain / eddie munson
rated: m (18+, minors DNI)
one shot
cw: literal p!ss kink, pet names (babe/baby), mentions of sex
note: if you think it’s gross, plz don’t read. i wrote this as a request from a friend and tbh it was hard to write anyway and i debated posting it😅 no hate to ppl who have this k!nk and so sorry if i didn’t write it well enough.
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“okay, now get out eddie i have to pee,” you giggle, shoving your boyfriend towards the door after you’d just got done plucking his eyebrows.
he just shook his head at you and crossed his arms. “i don’t see why i can’t stay in here with you, we’ve already had sex,” he states loudly. you clamp your hand over his mouth with wide eyes. the door was open and your sister's room was exactly across from the bathroom. he rolls his eyes at your actions and carefully pulls your hand away. “her music is blaring, she didn’t hear me,” he says in a quieter tone and pointed eyes.
“watch it,” you mumble and glance towards your sisters room anyway.
“go pee so we can go start that movie,” eddie says, motioning towards the toilet.
you groan, not seeing a point in fighting with him since it wasn’t that big of a deal to you anyways. “close the door, please,” you say with raised eyebrows. eddie does just that a focuses on inspecting his eyebrows as you use the bathroom.
as the months of your relationship went on, eddie just always ended up following you to the bathroom when you had to pee. you chalked it up to being part of his separation anxiety which he wasn’t afraid of telling you about.
you did find it kind of odd when he started requesting to watch your pussy as you peed, but he was an oddly curious boy and you weren’t the type to care. you should’ve connected the dots sooner.
“babe, i’m gonna go use the restroom,” you say, standing up from your spot on his couch. you look at him expectantly, ready for him to stand and follow you. instead he only looks at you, biting his lip, like he was thinking about something.
he opens his mouth, closing it and looking to the side. he was nervous. “baby…” he started slowly, looking down to mess with his rings. “i want to uh, tell you… and ask you something. i don’t want to weird you out or anything but… i’ve thought about it a lot,” he rambles, refusing to make eye contact.
you furrow your eyebrows, but nod. “what’s up babe?“ you ask, put off by his very unusual behavior.
“um…,” he glances up to you before putting his face in his hands. “i want you to piss on me,” he says very quickly, his words blending together so much you couldn’t understand him.
you look at him in confusion. “i didn’t catch that?” you say carefully.
eddie groans, his hands slamming down on his thighs and his head falls back. “i want you to piss on me,” he yells, screwing his eyes shut. your jaw drops at his words. he wants you to what?!
eddie takes note of your silence and is slightly scared he might’ve just ruined your relationship. “i’m sorry, what?” you ask in utter disbelief.
“shit,” eddie curses to himself, but knows he can’t just pretend he didn’t ask. “i want you to sit on my lap and piss on my dick, because… because it turns me on,” eddie explains.
“eddie…” you start, slightly disgusted at the thought.
eddie shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. “i know, your boyfriend not only is a freak, but a disgusting one who has a piss kink,” he groans.
“babe… don’t talk about yourself like that, it’s just… i’ve never heard of anything like that. it’s- it’s hard to process,” you say, trying to think through the concept.
eddie purses his lips, knowing you’re slightly considering it. “i know, baby. i don’t know why i like it, but the idea just gets me so horny. anything to do with your pussy makes me horny,” he elaborates.
“won’t it make a mess?” you question.
eddie shrugs. “yeah, but we make a mess every time we fuck because someone cums a lot so…” he says, hinting at you.
you stand there for a moment longer before shrugging. if you hated it, you’d never do it again. but how could you deny him? “so are we doing it here or your room or?” you ask, causing his head to whip up.
“you’ll do it?” he asks in excitement and shock.
“babe, i’ll try just about anything for you,” you say seriously.
eddie’s smile widens at your words. “i can’t wait to marry you one day,” he says, also being serious. he settles down in the couch and motions to you. “take those jeans and panties off and come here,” he says hungrily, patting his lap. you giggle and begin unbuttoning your pants. you quickly shed your undergarments and then make your way onto his lap.
eddie positions your hips right above his clothed cock that was slightly hard. “do you want your pants on?” you ask genuinely.
“yeah, i don’t know, we can try without later but i want to feel it soak in,” eddie says, his eyes trained on your pussy that was hovering above his crotch.
you nod and then relax your hips, trying to let go but you were struggling. “i'm nervous,” you whisper, looking up at eddie shyly.
he brings his eyes to meet yours and then leans forward to kiss you softly in reassurance. “don’t be, it’s just me and we’re just trying something,” he says calmly and then reaches his fingers down to rub soft circles on your clit. “just let go, piss on me, baby,” he coos. you nod, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes.
your bladder was pretty full, eddie always had beer to drink and it ran through you so fast. eddie’s fingers on your clit make you less rigid and you push lightly. you let out a hum of relief as your bladder finally starts to empty. eddie’s hand leaves your clit, both hands on your hips as he moans lowly. you open your eyes, looking down to watch the wet patch on eddies crotch spread. “fuck, baby, that’s so good, holy shit,” eddie moans, the two of you watching his cock grow in his pants as your stream coats his jeans. you push a little harder, the piss coming out harsher and causing eddie to grunt.
as the last bit of piss dribbles out of you, you drop down into your puddle making a slapping sound. eddie throws his head back, humping up into your core as you grinded against him. “i’m gonna fuck you now,” eddie says to the ceiling, and you know he’s dead serious.
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↳ *taste* ༉‧₊˚✧
summary ↠ peter just wants a taste of you
pairing ↠ tom!peter x reader
warnings↠smut, cursing,hints at subby peter
wc ↠ 663
(A/N) thank you for your request lovely! i hope you enjoy it, i was a little burnt out writing this but i powered through it <\3
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ever since peter felt you around his fingers all warm and wet, he could only imagine what it’d be like to have you on his tongue, what you’d taste like. the desire to know became too strong to fight, so he gave into his urges. and of course, once he asked you, it was an easy yes. who were you to deny him a good time?
the way his tongue glided over your slit to flick your mound repeatedly had you squirming, reaching down to desperately grip his hair in hopeless need to pull him closer to you.
“peter, i can’t- oh my god!” you didn’t even know what you were trying to say. you were so drunk off of the pleasure he was giving you, you couldn’t form proper sentences.
peter was the same, except didn’t really need to talk to let you know he was enjoying you. he worked you like a ravenous animal, and you were his meat.
you draped your leg over his shoulder and took it upon yourself to grind his face. peter gripped your thighs, moaning at the taste of you. your movements against his were sloppy, but you didn’t really care. you were going to get off by any means necessary.
“peter,” you breathed out. “stop for a second.”
peter immediately pulled his face from you, his lips glistening with his saliva and your juices. “are you okay?” concern laced through his voice.
“i’m fine,” you nodded, your voice was almost shot due to your squeals and moans. “can i try something? i’ve been thinking about it for a while.”
peter relaxed at the mention of you being okay, and he nodded his head, signaling for you to continue.
“i wanna fuck your face.”
peters eyes widened at your confession, and he never shook his head more eagerly in his life.
“really? okay, lay down baby.”
he was laying where you were now, ready for you to straddle his face. you stalked up his body, pepper kisses all over him as you went, before hovering over his mouth. you trailed your hand south, toying with your clit just to stir him up. “you ever had a girl ride your face before?”
he shook his head and licked his lips, not once taking his eyes off of your slow circular movements on your cunt. he whimpered, wanting nothing more than to take you in his mouth again. he was hungry for your taste, and he was growing impatient.
your fingers were soaked with your arousal, and peter couldn’t believe he was getting jealous of your hand. he acted quickly, ripping your hand away and pulled you down, driving his tongue through your folds again.
you gasped and your eyes fluttered shut. peter imagined the day you’d fuck his face, but nothing compared to the real thing. you looked oh so good on top of him, he couldn’t imagine you anywhere else in bed.
peter stared at you through hooded eyes as you began to please yourself on his face. peters large hands wrapped around each of your thighs, helping you drag yourself along his tongue. your movements became quicker, chasing the release you so desperately needed.
“pete, i’m- m’ gonna-” you cut yourself off with a shriek as the knot in your stomach came undone. your thighs clamped around his head as you came, and he held you down against his mouth not allowing you to leave him. he went lapping away at your dripping pussy, determined on catching every drop.
you stared down at him and brushed a few hairs from his forehead. he gave you a goofy grin as he released you, and you giggled as you moved to lay beside him. you rested your head in his chest while trying to calm down your breathing.
“did i do good?” he asked, wiping his chin and mouth dry.
“you always do good. so good for me.”
he smiled to himself and you kissed his forehead.
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Maps.
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Black F!Reader.
Warnings: Major angst.
Note: This has been an idea that has been sitting in the drafts for a really long time and it’s different from any of the Lewis works I’ve read and different from the material I’ve previously written. I wanted to post this to give you a taste and see how you will all like it. So please feel free to drop comments, feedback and questions! Much love 💜. If you do like it - I don’t know if it will just be a one shot or a series so we shall see lol.
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Tension riddled your body as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. No matter how many times you tried to clear your throat, it still felt like something was stuck there. The claustrophobic tightness of the room did not help the clamped up feeling in your air waves. Your body was heating up and you were struggling to breath. Your eyes were skittish - never focusing on one thing, never focusing on one person in particular. The blood rushing in your ears made the scattered noise background to the pounding of your own heart.
You did not want to be here but you had to.
“Mrs Hamilton.” The call of your name snapped you out of your daze. You finally focused on what was going on around you. The large, mahogany table in front of you that seemed to stretch on for miles. You at one end and the other party on the opposite end. The large floor to ceiling windows allowing for as much light as possible into the conference room as the air conditioner allowed for a soft breeze to circulate.
You could feel his eyes on you. An intensity that had once electrified every fibre of your being (and still did) but now you wanted to cower away. You couldn’t deal with his scrutiny and you had been putting it off but you had started this. You took a deep breath and then sat up straight and tried to shake the nervous chill that had chosen to settle in your bones at this very moment.
His eyes were dark - his stare blank with an expressionless face beyond a ticked jaw. He wasn’t giving away any hints as to the emotions that he could have been feeling. Your heart ached terribly - you wanted to reach across the table and soothe the tightness in his jaw. Your fingers tingled, wanting to feel his skin once again.
“Are you ready to proceed?” The arbitrator asked. You sighed before briefly nodded your head.
“Mr Hamilton, are you ready to proceed?” Lewis nodded his head as well. Both of your lawyers shifted forward with their documents in front of them.
“Meeting starts at nine thirty-eight GMT time. Location Warner and McArthur Solicitors office. Lawyers present are Natasha McArthur representing Mrs Hamilton and Marshall Whyte Jr representing Mr Hamilton. This session marks the beginning of the divorce proceedings between Mr Sir Lewis Hamilton and Mrs YN Hamilton as per the request of YN Hamilton with the reasoning of …”
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a long, long time - s.r.
pairing: steve rogers x fem! reader
summary: although you grew up being classmate friends with steve rogers, after graduating early to work with dr. erskine and howard stark, you hadn’t seen a bit of him. it’s not until dr. erskine brings in steve to test a new experiment that you feel some old feelings begin to resurface.
tw: mentions of violence. some smut at the end… just a blowjob, though, nothing crazy!
a/n: my first steve fic!! i hope you enjoy me feeding into what my brain craves. also pls lmk some good writers who write for steve cause i haven’t found many steve fics!!
YOU LOVED YOUR JOB. REALLY, you did. You were so appreciative that you were given the opportunity to work alongside geniuses like Dr. Abraham Erskine and Howard Stark, especially as a woman just trying to make it in the scientific world of 1940s America. But, the road to get there was tough; literally. It took extra effort to just get people to take you seriously. That, and you couldn’t walk to work without being catcalled by every man that set eyes on you.
Once you had emerged your awkward years of puberty, the relationship you had with the world’s men had been forever altered. An occasional completed that had once made your cheeks burn red had now made your blood run cold and your hand tighten on your purse. You envied the you of the past, where such worries hadn’t been on your brain; some boys had been nice, you recalled. Steve Rogers was a prime example.
In high school, Steve had always stood an inch or so short than you, with arms so fragile you thought they’d snap when he offered to carry your textbooks. His heart, however, shone through the thick skin of his frail figure; he treated you respectfully (despite to occasional slip up when he’d call you a ‘dame’) and wasn’t too bad on the eyes, either. Your protecter, despite being half your size, made the crowded hallways seem a little less frightening.
Any of fates plans for the pair of you, however, we cut short at the end of your high school careers. As a result of your hours on end with your nose in a book, you were readily granted an apprentice at the Strategic Scientific Reserve (the SSR). Any and all of your high school relationships, spare a few close friends, rolled off your back from there; all of your attention went into research to help find something to help win the impending war.
In the end, the sleepless nights paid off; working alongside the wonderful Doctor Erskine was an honor (as you had repeatedly told him), and it was with him and a handful of other experts in the field that a serum had been created. It was forged in an effort to enhance the human’s physical and mental capabilities, later nicknamed the “Super-Soldier Serum.”
The serum was initially created to be utilized by the US Armed Forces to transformed the allies soldiers into super soldiers. Erskine was 95% sure it had been made next to perfection, but nothing would be sure without an experiment. And that meant you needed a test subject.
“What do you mean you’ve found him?” you repeated in a disbelieving tone, trailing after Dr. Erskine as he circled the laboratory, gathering up papers and other miscellaneous objects into his rather large briefcase. “You’re just gonna drop that bomb on me? No explanation?”
“Trust me, Ms. L/N,” he said calmly, although his tone had a hint of amusement in it. You pursed your lips. “I have found him.”
“Remember what happened with Schmidt,” you advised warningly. You heard Erskine heavily sigh at your paranoia, but you kept going. “We can’t have that happen again. You have to be completely and one-hundred percent sure—”
“Y/N,” he said firmly, wheeling around and halting his movements. You clamped your mouth shut. “He is a soldier and a good man. In fact...”
Erskine shook his finger for a moment before reaching into his briefcase and pulling out a piece of paper. You took it from him, looking it over; it was a blank piece of paper.
“What is this?” you lifted it.
“Paper,” he replied bluntly. You gave him a deadpan look. Chuckling, he said, “I already know he is the right fit, but I’m assigning you to come with me to meet with him as to... double check? If something is not right, you will be first to know. Aside from me, of course.”
“Oh,” you said, blinking before folding the paper and slipping it into the pocket of your white lab coat. “I mean... alright. When do I see him?”
“We see him tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
The next morning, you arose extra early due to the anticipation of the days plants. The adrenaline of seeing the person who’d be the first ever recipient of the serum forced your eyes to open and for you to practically race around your apartment with excitement.
At your arrival, you smoothed down your skirt before waving hello to one of your colleagues passing by as you hurried your way past the many soon-to-be soldiers who sat and waited to be accepted. Pushing past a second crowd of men without a word, you rushed to one of the nurses rooms, where you knew Erskine was sure to be.
Indeed he was; he waited for you outside of the closed curtain, sitting on one of the bridge chairs with a patient demeanor. Upon your arrival, he pursed his lips in a kind grin and got to his feet with a gruff yet pleasant sigh.
“Good afternoon, Doctor,” he greeted you with a nod. You nodded back and shook his outstretched hand, his grip firm. “How are you doing?”
“Looking forward to this,” you replied, smiling as he pulled back the curtain, welcoming you into the room. “And you?”
“Wonderful,” he exclaimed, lips curling up as he closed the curtain. “Steven, this is Doctor Y/N L/N, she—”
“Y/N!” a voice exclaimed, and you shifted your eyes to the man sitting atop the examination table. You blinked thrice at him, not quite sure whether it was him or not, before allowing your lips to twitch up pleasantly. “I — hi!”
“Steve, hi!” you said kindly, settling down in the chair on the opposite side of the room. “How are you?”
“I’m — I’m great!” His voice had gotten a bit higher pitched at this, and so he cleared his throat and said, “How’re you?”
“Well... surprised,” you admitted. Steve smiled, the apples of his cheeks turning a light scarlet hue.
“I take it you two know one another?” Erskine said, removing a stack of papers from his briefcase and shuffling them on the desk.
“High School,” you and Steve said in unison, and the pair of you shared a sheepish grin at your jinx. Erskine simply smiled to himself.
“Small world, eh?” Erskine commented, before sighing and looking at Steve. “Your procedure will be tomorrow, and we just wanted to go over some last minute details...”
The meeting went perfectly well. You understood why Erskine would chose someone like Steve to be the subject for the serum. Steve was purely good inside and out, and you knew he would value his enhanced state more than the average person might. You couldn’t have been happier with Erskine’s choice. You could barely wipe the dopey grin off your face.
“Hey, Y/N! — er — Doctor? Should I be calling you Doctor?” Steve called after you when you walked out of the building; he had gotten to his feet from where he was sitting on one of the benches, and at the sight of you he had jogged up to walk in time with you. You chuckled.
“You don’t need to call me ‘Doctor,’ Steve,” you told him happily, your painted lips twisting up to smile down at him. He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “Unless you really feel so inclined to.”
“I didn’t know you worked for the SSR,” Steve told you, adjusting his uniform’s hat. Arms swinging at his sides, he complimented, “That’s really neat.”
“It’s hard work, but I love it,” you told him pleasantly. Your arm swung past his, and at the light brush of your hands, you moved to fix your hair and he hastily shrugged his hand into his pocket. “Keeps me busy, y’know. S’been sort of a crazy nine years to get here...”
“Well — y’look great,” he complimented in a sort of bashful fashion, the tips of his ears turning red.
“So do you,” you told him with a glance down into his eyes, and he lowered his head from you, scratching the back of his neck again. “So... are you nervous? For the procedure?”
“Yeah, a bit,” Steve shrugged. “It won’t kill me, right?”
“Of course not,” you reassured him. “But... I dunno, it might hurt quite a bit...”
“That’s alright,” Steve told you. “Been beat up so many times, I think I could take a little bit of pain.”
“That doesn’t... still happen, does it?” you asked him. He shot a glance at you, and then avoided your eyes whilst feverishly shaking his in denial. Your eyes softened, head tilting to the side. “Steve...”
“It doesn’t,” he lied. You raised an eyebrow, and after a second, he cracked. “Well... not too often... it’s fine! Really, it’s okay.”
“But you—”
“Seriously!” he insisted. “Y/N, I’m fine. It’s no biggie.”
“If you say so,” you sighed, and sent him a light expression. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, won’t I? Get a good night’s sleep.”
“Oh, okay,” Steve nodded. He then parted his lips as though he wanted to say something more, perhaps ask you something, but he shut his mouth and shook his head a little. “I’ll, uhm... I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“Good night, Steve!” you waved, smiling over at him as you walked down the street. He waved back, looking wistful, pupils in his blue eyes dilated.
“Night, Y/N.”
The next morning, you found yourself eager to see Steve again. You weren’t sure if it was the rush of joy at the prospect of spending time with a good friend from High School or the anticipation of testing the Super Soldier Serum. You arrived at the lab bright and early, greeting Dr. Erskine with an excited smile.
“Lookin’ chipper, L/N,” came the voice of Howard Stark. You whipped around to look at him; he grinned and sauntered up to you, shrugging his hands in his pockets and leaning back. “Big day, huh? You all prepared?”
“As I’ll ever be,” you nodded your head as guests and other workers began to flood into the room. Adjusting your white coat, you took a deep, anxious breath, glancing around at all of the powerful guests and authority figures that began to settle into the room.
“You wanna get a drink after this?” Howard offered slyly. “A celebratory drink?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe...” you hummed. Howard shrugged.
“If the serum works, o’course,” he teased. You sent him a playful glare. “If it doesn’t work, it can be a disappointing drink?”
“Go back to your station, Stark,” you told him with a light laugh. Howard sure knew how to make you feel better. Shaking your head to yourself, you parted ways and made your way to the other side of the room, heels click-clacking against the tile floor.
At the sound of the two front doors swinging wide and the momentary halt of footsteps, you turned your head to the side and lifted your chin to look up at the upper level. There, gazing down, you saw Peggy Carter, a colleague and good friend, standing beside Steve Rogers, who was clad in his soldier’s uniform. He laid eyes on you and grinned. You smiled and turned around as the pair of them made their way down to the lower level.
“Good morning,” Erskine greeted to Steve, shaking his hand firmly. You stood at the doctor’s side, hands clasped at your front. Steve nodded at Erskine, but it seemed he was having quite a difficult time making sure his gaze stayed facing front and not shifting over towards you. And then, a bright flash from your left. “Please, not now.”
The camera man rushed off at the request. Steve turned his head and stared at the machine that he would be getting into, his blue eyes wide and his face looking slightly pale.
“Are you ready?” Erskine asked him. Steve nodded hastily. “Good. Take off your shirt, your tie, and your hat.”
Steve hesitated, eyes shifted to you, before he placed his hat on the machine and began to undo his tie. You reached over to take the hat off of the machine. Whilst pulling his tie out from under his collar, he gave you a funny look.
“Don’t put them on the machine,” you instructed him as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Hand them to me and I’ll — uhm — I’ll put them on the table over there.”
“O — Okay,” he stammered out feverishly folding and refolding his tan shirt before you simply grabbed it from him. You gave him a tiny smile, to which he returned, you felt your heart do a little flip. He sure had gotten cuter as time went on.
His face red, Steve handed you his tie with fumbling fingers. You smiled and took it from him, before turning to place them down. When you crossed the room back towards the machine, you saw Steve standing sort of on it, looking awfully confused.
“In you go,” you instructed him, gesturing towards the dip in which he was meant to lay. Steve obeyed, laying back and squirming about the too-big space for him. “Comfortable?”
“It’s a little big,” he admitted sheepishly, turning his head to the side to look at you. You smirked to yourself and tapped him twice on the forearm.
“For now,” you replied. He looked a bit odd, but before he could ask anything more, Erskine approached, glancing up and down at the machine before smiling at Steve.
“Save me any of that schnapps?” Steve asked. Erskine pursed his lips.
“Not as much as I should have. Sorry, next time,” Erskine said. “Mr. Stark, how are your levels?”
“Levels at 100%,” Howard replied. Erskine nodded.
“Good.”
“We may dim have the lights in Brooklyn, but we are ready. As we’ll ever be,” Howard said heavily. He then turned to you and said, “Dim lights make things more exciting though, don’t they?”
“Stark,” you could’ve groaned. “Go back to your station.”
“Agent Carter, don’t you think you would be more comfortable in the booth?” Erskine asked Peggy politely.
“Oh, yes, of course, sorry!” Peggy said hastily, turning to walk away. She placed a hand on your shoulder as she passed and bid you, “Good luck, Y/N.”
You smiled, glancing over at the machine. You locked eyes with Steve, who’s brows were tilted upward and had a sort of anxious frown on. You leaned over the side of the machine and sighed.
“Relax, alright?” you tried to reassure him, eyes flickering about his face. “We won’t do anything you can’t handle. Y’just gotta be a little brave, okay?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, and you were almost sure you say his gaze shift down to your lips for a split second, but you might have been imagining it. “Okay.”
“Do you hear me? Is this thing on?” Erskine announced over the microphone after flicking it with his finger a few times to see if it was working. “Ladies and gentlemen, today we take not another step towards annihilation, but the first step on the path to peace.”
You reached over to grab the two chest plates that pressed against his pectorals in order to strap Steve into the machine. He kept his eyes trained ahead of him, brows still furrowed as though he were trying to gather as much courage as he could.
“We begin with a series of microinjections into the subject’s major muscle groups. The serum infusion will cause immediate cellular change,” Erskine announced. “And then, to stimulate growth, the subject will be saturated with Vita-Rays.”
He put the microphone down and made his way towards Steve, where you were monitoring all of the nurses who got the microinjections ready. One of the nurses gave Steve a shot on the arm, to which he winced and breathed awfully heavily.
“That wasn’t so bad,” he said. Erskine and you traded looks.
“That was penicillin,” you grimaced. Steve blinked wordlessly at you, and sighed, glancing off. “Serum infusion beginning in five...four... three... two... one.”
Steve grimaced as each vial of serum was drained out into his body, and it wasn’t until his eyes bolted open that Erskine turned to Howard and instructed, “Now, Mr. Stark.”
Howard flipped the big red switch, causing the machine to tilt itself upright so it was vertical, to which the two sides and head of it closed in and around Steve’s frail body. The last glimpse of his face you got was that of determination.
“Steven?” Erskine knocked thrice on the outside of the machine. “Can you hear me?”
“It’s probably too late to go to the bathroom, right?” came Steve’s muffled voice. You snickered under your breath.
“We will proceed,” Erskine announced. Howard nodded, placing on a pair of black protective glasses as he turned one of the larger wheels to the right.
“That’s ten percent,” he announced, still turning the wheel. “twenty percent... thirty...”
The light of the Vita-Rays inside the machine got brighter and brighter, and you squinted your eyes in an attempt to help yourself see more clearly.
“That’s forty percent,” Howard said.
“Vital signs are normal,” said the man beside him. Howard continued.
“That’s fifty percent,” he said. “Sixty... seventy...”
The light within got even brighter, and underneath all the whirring of the machine, you heard Steve let out a cry of anguish. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.
“Steven!” Erskine shouted, standing in front of the small glass window.
“Doctor—” you said anxiously. “Erskine, shut it down—”
“Steven!”
“Kill the reactor, Stark!” you commanded. “Turn it off! Kill the reactor!”
“No!” you heard Steve yell, and you halted. “Don’t! I can do this!”
Howard, although looking awfully troubled, went ahead and continued, turning the wheel further to the right. You sighed, running a hand over your head anxiously as the light became brighter.
“Eighty,” Howard said. You bit your lip in anticipation, so hard you were worried you might draw blood. “Ninety... that’s one-hundred percent!”
The electricity continued to hum, but as the machine stayed working at one-hundred percent longer, the panels began to spark; the sparks began travelling around the circular room as the machine continued to whir. And then — it shut off. The room became much darker.
You stood back, shocked, breathing heavily, and you traded a worrisome glance with Erskine.
“Mr. Stark?” Erskine barked. At this command, Howard leaned over and pressed the button that opened the machine.
Your jaw dropped to the floor. Practically passed out but still breathing heavily, was Steve, except... bigger? His once skinny arms and torso had become entirely muscular, with toned divots and curves and Christ you needed to stop staring. Steve was a very attractive man before, but... holy shit. You found yourself speechless.
“Steven — Steven —“ Erskine muttered, helping him down, for the poor man looked so disoriented you weren’t sure if he would even be able to stand up straight. Howard and Erskine helped Steve down, and you stood in front of them, mouth not forming any words.
“I did it,” Steve breathed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Erskine said, and then, looking at you and Howard, he said, “I think we did it.”
“You actually did it,” Howard said in awe. Steve, still breathing heavily, was glancing around the room as though he were seeing it for the first time.
“Well?” you asked him, the words you had been searching for finally coming out. “Do you... erm — do you feel any different?”
“Taller,” he breathed. His eyes drifted down to you, brows furrowed. For once, you shifted your gaze upwards to look into his eyes. “Maybe... maybe you got shorter?”
“I think you got taller,” you shrugged, grinning, the reality of the situation hitting you. It had worked. All that hard work you had been putting in... all those all-nighters at the lab, all of those parties you missed out on... it had all been worth it. “Jeez...”
“What do you think?” he asked you carefully, glancing down at himself before meeting your eyes again. You took in a deep inhale, letting your eyes wander up and down his enhanced figure. Steve had always given you butterflies, but having him tower over you like this made your brain go a bit fuzzy.
“I think...” you let out a breath. He waited for your reply with bated breath. “You were the perfect test subject.”
Steve grinned, face pink. You locked eyes for a moment before averting them back down to your heels. Boy, had he gotten tall.
In the end, it had kind of all turned to shit. One of the so-called esteemed guests had actually been a man working for H.Y.D.R.A., the Nazi science division lead by Johann Schmidt, the first recipient of the Super Soldier Serum. After the man tried to steal one of the remaining vials of the serum, Steve, with his newfound speed, strength and stamina, had been able to chase the man down through the streets of New York City (barefooted, might I add). In the end, he stopped him and got the serum, but the man had had a cyanide tablet in his tooth, resulting in him committing suicide before Steve was able to turn him in.
After the world found out about Steve’s abilities to fight, it seemed they began to use him as a sort of symbol of hope. Unfortunately, that ended up turning him into a sort of commercial, propaganda man; he toured city to city trying to get people to by more war bonds, however he would be forced to walk around in red, white, and blue tights and carry a shield with the American flag on it.
When you saw him descending the steps, signing a small playbill for a young boy, you grinned. He had taken off the mask and the heavy pieces of his costume, leaving him in just the red, white and blue shirt and pants. His head shifted up nonchalantly, blindly gazing over the throng of people, but when his eyes met yours, he beamed.
“Y/N,” he breathed, standing before you. A few young kids approached him, and he signed their playbills, his eyes flickering over to you every few seconds. “What’re you doing here?”
“Supporting my country,” you said teasingly. “And my best science experiment. I got the chance to sneak away for a little, and figured I’d see it.”
“Yeah, well...” he smiled bashfully, handing the playbills back to the young boys. “Did you... enjoy it?”
“Mmhm,” you hummed. “I loved when you punched Hitler.”
“Oh, yeah,” Steve turned a bit red. “Well... it’s not the best, but... at least I’m not in a lab.”
“I can understand that,” you shrugged your hands in your pocket. “Five miles from the front, and you’re... in tights.”
Steve glanced behind him, before turning to you and jerking his head. You followed him, weaving through the crowds before he lead you over towards the back of the stage, where there was a small sort of porch-like area. On the ground was a small sketchbook with a pencil marked on the inside. Steve sat down, and you followed suit.
“That, uhm.... that was a rough crowd,” you said quietly as it began to rain, thunder booming gently above. Steve pulled his jacket further up on his shoulders and sighed.
“Yeah, uh... I had to improvise a little bit. The crowds I’m used to are usually a little more...” he paused. “Twelve.”
“You’re an American symbol, now,” you said. “Giving people hope, I guess.”
“Bond sales take a ten percent bump in every state I visit,” he shared. You sighed, shivering.
“I just feel like you were meant for more than — than getting tomatoes thrown at you,” you consoled. He turned his head to stare at you as you spoke. “Wish there was something I could do.”
“Are you kidding?” Steve gave you a sort of lopsided grin. “Look at me! Y’think I would’ve ever looked like this if it weren’t for you? I’m, like — a foot taller!”
“Well...” your face heated up and you turned your head away. Steve chuckled at your bashfulness, baby blue eyes still flickering about your features, over your eyes, down the slope of your nose, across the curve of your lips. His staring was interrupted, however, by a series of shouts from behind the pair of you.
An ambulance had arrived, and a few soldiers were carrying out an injured or dead body from within the vehicle. You pursed your lips in a grimace.
“They look like they’ve been through hell,” Steve commented grimly.
“These men more than most,” you told him. “Apparently Schmidt sent out a force to Azzano. Around two hundred men went up against him, but... less than fifty returned. Those guys who were shouting at you? That was what was left of the 107th. I’m afraidd the rest were killed or... or captured.”
“The 107th?” Steve asked, suddenly looking alert.
“Yes,” you said, staring at him. “Why?”
“Come on,” Steve jolted to his feet, grabbing you by the elbow. He picked up his sketchbook and stuffed it into his pocket before pulling you along. The pair of you ran through the pouring rain across the grounds until you reached the Colonel’s tent. “Colonel Phillips.”
“Oh, well if it isn’t the Star-Spangled Man with a plan,” Phillips greeted bitterly. “What is your plan today?”
“I need to casualty list from Azzano,” Steve demanded. You stood awkwardly behind him, watching.
“You don’t get to give me orders, son.”
“I just need one name. Sergeant James Barnes from the 107th,” Steve said desperately. Phillips turned to you.
“I’m a little confused as to why you’re not in the lab, but we’ll talk about that later,” Phillips said. You pursed your lips and said nothing.
“Please tell me if he’s alive, sir,” Steve went on. “B-A-R —”
“I can spell,” Phillips interrupted. He took a deep breath and got to his feet. “I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count. But... the name does sound familiar. I’m sorry.”
There was a beat of heavy silence until Steve asked, “What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?”
“Yeah, it’s called ‘Winning the War.’”
“But if you know where they are, why not at least—”
“They’re thirty miles behind the lines through some of the most heavily fortified territory in Europe,” Phillips explained. “We’d lose more men than we’d save. But I don’t expect you to understand that because you’re a chorus girl.”
“I think I understand just fine,” Steve said, brows furrowed.
“Well then, understand it somewhere else,” Phillips said, brushing past the pair of you. “If I read the posters correctly, you’ve got someplace to be in thirty minutes.”
Steve said nothing for a moment, eyes raking the map plastered on the wall ahead of him. He then said, “Yes, sir. I do.” before walking straight out of the tent. You blinked, looking at the map, before running out to follow him.
“You can’t walk to Austria, you know!” you told him, wiping the rain off of your face. Steve was gathering his things, pulling on his boots.
“If that’s what it takes,” Steve told you.
“Look, I’m sorry Steve, but you heard the Colonel. James is most likely dead—”
“We don’t know that for sure.”
“Even so, he’s devising a strategy,” you pressed further. “If he detects—”
“By the time he’s done that, it could be too late,” Steve interrupted, grabbing one of the helmets from the shelf.
“Steve!” you called after him. You reached ahead to grasp at his arm, catching him by the sleeve. He stopped, the pair of you standing underneath the pouring rain. His face was desperate, but his brows were furrowed with determination.
“You have to let me go,” he told you carefully. “You said you thought I was meant for more.”
“And I meant it,” you told him. “Let me help you.”
“How?”
You stared at him, lips curling up. “I’ll call you a ride.”
---
“Senator Grant, I regret to inform you that Captain Steve G. Rogers went missing behind enemy lines on the third,” came the sound of Colonel Phillps’ voice as you and Peggy entered the tent. “Aerial reconnaissance has proven unfruitful. As a result, I must declare Captain Rogers... killed in action. Period.”
“The last surveillance flight is back,” Peggy announced. You kept your head down. “No sign of activity.”
“Go get a cup of coffee, Corporal,” Phillips ordered, and the Corporal left the tent stat. The Colonel sighed and said, “I can’t touch Stark, he’s rich and he’s the Army’s number one weapons contractor. You, L/N, are neither one.”
“I apologize, sir, but I don’t regret my actions,” you began. “And I don’t believe Steve... er... Captain Rogers did either. He did what he thought was right.”
“I don’t really give a damn,” Phillips said bluntly. “You’re a scientist, not an Agent. And now America’s golden boy and a lot of other good men are dead ‘cause you decided to get back together with your high school sweetheart.”
“It — it wasn’t that,” you said, although your neck felt hot at the prospect of it. “I trusted he’d see it through.”
“Well, you can trust that you might need to find a new job once they shut this division down,” Phillips told you. You furrowed your brows at him, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. But then, before he could say anything further, there was a loud sort of cheering from outside, as well as the sound of pounding footsteps. Phillips glanced behind you, furrowed his brows, and brushed past you towards the outside. Smirking, you turned and followed.
Approaching with an air of victory was Steve — well, Captain America — surrounded by all of the captured soldiers from the 107th. At his side, you spotted Bucky Barnes (who looked much different from the last time you saw him) and many of other men who looked like they had been through the mill. Phillips approached them, looking stern but still taken aback.
“Some of these men need medical attention,” Steve told him, saluting him. “I’d like to surrender myself for disciplinary action.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Phillips sighed, looking around. Steve blinked wordlessly, not expecting this answer. His pale eyes flickered behind the Colonel, landing on you, who was looking at him with bright eyes of admiration. His lips twitched up.
“Yes, sir,” he said. Phillips turned, following Steve’s eyes to look at you.
“Trust, huh?” Phillips commented, before walking off. You kept looking at Steve.
“You’re a little off schedule,” you told him smoothly, striding over to him and stopping abruptly when you realized how close you were standing. Steve grinned, reaching into his pocket, where he pulled out his broken and falling apart pager.
“Couldn’t call my ride,” he chirped, eyes scanning over your face.
“No way,” came a voice from behind him. You’re eyes shifted over to see Bucky Barnes, looking surprised. He sauntered over, grinning. “Y/N L/N. Wasn’t expecting to see you here!”
“Hi, James,” you greeted. He frowned.
“It’s ‘Bucky,’” he told you playfully. “You a scientist or somethin’?”
“She helped make the serum,” Steve told him. Bucky gave a low whistle and patted you twice on the arm.
“Smarty pants, huh?” he flashed his teeth. He then cupped a hand over his mouth and shouted, “Hey! Let’s hear it for Captain America!”
The soldiers burst into cheers, clapping and whooping, all whilst reaching over to give Steve a pat on the shoulder or back. He kept his eyes on you, blue eyes flickering from eye to eye to lips to neck and back up to lips again. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip and glanced at the ground, tugging at your skirt.
“See you inside,” you told him, shooting him a bold wink before turning on your heel and strutting off. Behind you, you heard Bucky wolf whistle and sling an arm around Steve’s shoulders. Grinning, you continued on your way.
---
“SEE? I TOLD you. They’re all idiots,” commented Bucky, turning around to speak directly to Steve as he approached the bar. Steve had just opened a tab for the soldiers from the 107th, to celebrate the victory of their rescue, but he felt as though it would be nice to get away from them. Hell, he felt like it had been years since he sat with Bucky, so sitting down for a drink with him would be nice.
“How about you?” Steve asked as Bucky downed a rather large sip of his drink. He swirled around the rum in his own glass, wondering why he even bothered drinking it when he couldn’t get drunk in the first place. “You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”
“Hell no,” Bucky said lowly. “That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight? I’m following him... but... you’re keeping the outfit, right?”
“You know what?” Steve hummed to himself. “It’s kinda growin’ on me.”
“How is it that you’ve managed to keep obsessing over the same dame from high school, huh?” Bucky teased, smirking. Steve turned red and shook his head, lowering his eyes as he felt a jump of flutters in his chest. “C’mon, you punk. Don’t tell me you haven’t made a move yet?”
“Look, we’re in the middle of a war, and—”
“Oh, excuses, excuses,” Bucky scoffed, his eyes drifting behind Steve, where his brows slowly jumped up. The singing of the soldiers from the other room faded ever so slightly, and Steve furrowed his brows a tad at the absence of noise. He turned his head to follow Bucky’s eyes. “Woah.”
Side by side with Peggy, you had entered the room. Steve gulped as he set eyes on you; your f/c dress went down to just above knees, and the silk material of it clung onto your body in a way that reminded him of a renaissance painting. Your heels click-clacked as you approached, and even when Peggy gave him and Bucky a nod of acknowledgment, he didn’t notice, for he was too enamored with you.
“Howard has some equipment for you to try,” you told Steve, striding over to step in front of him. Bucky’s eyes trailed you up and down. Steve had to refrain his eyes from doing the same. “Tomorrow morning?”
“Yeah,” Steve breathed. “Yeah, sounds good.”
“Teams prepping up for duty, I see?” you commented, gesturing towards the loud singing from the room behind you. “I guess it’s nice to see them having fun.”
“Calm before the storm,” Steve sighed. “Did you just get here?”
“Yes,” you admitted. “I had some last minute work so... I sort of just threw this on...”
“Well, you clean up real nice, L/N,” Bucky complimented lowly, sending a flirtatious sort of wink. Steve clenched his jaw, glancing down at his feet for a moment. “You had any fun, yet?”
“I’ve only just arrived, Sergeant,” you said smoothly, searching for Steve’s gaze. He locked eyes with you, blinking rather excessively, and although his face didn’t change, you saw his chest begin to rise and fall a bit faster. “There’s plenty of time.”
“Then what’re we waiting for?” Bucky said slyly. Your lips twitched up, still staring at Steve.
“A drink,” you said, and abruptly brushed past Steve and swung yourself to sit on one of the bar stools. Bucky leaned over to Steve, muttering something in his ear before patting him twice rather harshly on the back. “White rum on the rocks, will you?”
“Strong drink, isn’t it?” Steve commented, and when you turned to the side, you saw that his face had turned scarlet at whatever Bucky had said. You shrugged, thanking the bartender as he slid the glass to you.
“We’re at war,” you said breathily, turning around in your stool so your body was facing him. At this, your bare knees pressed against his upper thigh, and you saw his eyes flicker down to your legs for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “Gotta be bold.”
“Bold, huh,” Steve repeated, running his tongue over his lower lip and watching as you took a sip of your drink. A drop of rum remained on the corner of your lip, and he stared at you for a second before leaning forward and wiping it off with the pad of his thumb, dragging it over onto your bottom lip and letting his touch linger before dropping his hand.
“Thanks, Captain,” you said, your voice almost a whisper. He gulped. Since when had you two been so close? You were sure if you moved forward any further, your noses would bump.
“Sure,” he muttered, no longer trying to hide the way his eyes were glued down to your lips. His gaze flickered up, then down, then up again, only to see that your eyelids had already fluttered closed, long lashes grazing the tips of your heated cheeks.
He stared at you for only a moment longer before he thought Fuck it! and leaned in, pressing his mouth gently against yours. He was tentative and obviously unsure, but his eyes bolted wide open again when you pressed yourself much harder onto him, scooting to the end of your barstool.
You brought a hand onto the back of his neck, tugging him closer to you, and he cautiously snaked his hand around your torso, hand resting on the small of your back. Your skin was warm to the touch, and Steve was sure he’d melt into a puddle on the floor if he touched you for longer.
The clearing of someone’s throat made the pair of you snap apart, eyes wide. You wiped at your face, glancing up at Steve, who now had a few smudges of your lipstick on his mouth. The bartender stood on the other side of the bar, looking sluggish.
“You’re gonna have to take it elsewhere,” he said in a tired tone. You locked eyes with Steve, who was hastily apologizing to the bartender. You cut him off by grabbing him by the wrist and tugging him off his barstool.
You brought him into the back room, a more secluded area away from the many soldiers and prying eyes. Steve looked a little disoriented, like he had been dreaming and someone woke him up, but when you grabbed him by the collar, that shocked look on his face disappeared and was soon replaced by one of hunger.
Kissing him with fervor, your tongue swiped over his bottom lip; his grip on your waist tightened, calloused fingers sinking into your skin, and his other hand timidly slid up the trail of your spine until it reached the back of your head, holding you close to him. He then moved his hand to cup your cheek, a thumb swiping over your cheekbone. Tentatively, he opened his mouth though the kiss.
You tilted your head to the side, practically smiling through the kiss as you felt him relax his muscles and mold into you; his hand trailed from your cheek and felt down to the base of your neck, before he paused and ran it tenderly along your shoulder, where the thin strap of your dress had slipped.
Steve wasn’t too gentle or too rough; he handled you with fervent care, as though he were afraid you’d break in his grasp but was fighting the urge to rip the seams of your dress and have his way. You find yourself caught off guard when you feel him pull away and began to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your jawline and down the column of your throat.
You let him have his fun, nipping at the skin of your collarbones and making small, red-and-blue splotches along the skin, before you brought a hand to his face and peeled him off; his face a bright crimson, blue eyes hypnotically glazed over and swollen lips slightly parted.
“Sorry,” he breathed without hesitation. Your lips twitched up.
“Nothing t’be sorry for,” you told him, dragging your hands along his chest. He stared at you, blinking, as you lowered yourself down to the ground, bare knees resting on the cold, hardwood floor. His eyes practically pipped out of his skull, shivering at your hands dragging down the length of his torso until they waited at his thighs. He gulped.
“What’re... are you...?” he paused, staring. You moved your hands further up his thighs, and you felt him tense under your touch.
“D’you want me to?” you asked him carefully. Slowly, as though in a trance, he nodded his head. Just to be certain, you asked, “Y’sure?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice gruff and his face flushed scarlet. Your fingers fumbling, you undid the clasp of his belt and slipped open the button of his slacks. You glanced up at him — his lips parted, his muscular chest heaving up and down — before you unzipped the zipper, dipping your fingers in the waistband on his pants.
Oh! you thought to yourself at the sight of the bulge in his slacks. You could tell he was already getting riled up based on the way his hands fidgeted started his sides whilst you shrugged his slacks down, tugging at the elastic of his briefs before pulling them down as well. His fists clenched, and you grabbed one of his hands with your own.
“Relax,” you told him. He blinked at you, breathing deeply. “S’just me. Don’t be nervous.”
He simply nodded his head as though he were incapable of forming words; you spared him a final glance before pulling his briefs further down to allow his erection to spring out and slap against his lower abdomen.
Oh.
Oh.
Temporarily speechless, you blinked, before sending him a sultry look and wrapped her hand around his shaft. His breath hitched, watching as you pressed a small kiss to the swollen head, your tongue peeking through to lick up the slit.
Steve’s baby blue eyes followed you religiously as you wiped a speck of precum off the corner of your lips with your index finger. Pressing his lips together, he held his breath while you brought your tongue down to lick up the length of him before wrapping your lips around the head.
Your tongue continued to glide over his cock even as you hollowed your cheeks, focusing on your breath even as his hand moved to grasp at the back of your head. Your free hand jerked the part of him that wasn’t in your mouth, and you took the way his hips bucked up at you as encouragement.
“Don’t stop,” he said breathlessly, his hand gaining more control now as he guided your head up and down his cock. “I’m so close, please don’t stop—”
You felt him twitch in your mouth, and you glanced up at him, pulling off his cock a tad to catch a glimpse; pale, blonde hair wild and untamed and baby blue eyes dilated, you thanked God above for the SSR and Erskine for bringing this marvel of a man back into your life.
“Fuck, fuck — I’m —” You glanced up and watched his irises roll into the back of his head, head tilting back to expose the base of his neck; his abdominal muscles twitched as the bucking of his hips slowed, and you tried your best to swallow as much of him as you could.
Pulling off of him, you wiped at your mouth and stood up off your knees. Steve grabbed at the waistband of his bands and hastily pulled them up, clasping his belt with fumbling fingers whilst his eyes shifted back and forth as though to make sure no one had caught you two.
“You… you’re amazing,” he told you breathlessly, running a hand across his head to tame his hair. You grinned and pushed his hands away, fixing his hair for him.
“Yeah, I know,” you hummed. Tapping his chest, you said, “So are you. Captain.”
He flushed and glanced at his feet. “Look, erm… I know we’re at war, and… and you have an important job. But — christ, I really like you, Y/N.”
You smiled, the apples of your cheeks feeling hot, and said, “I like you too, Steve.”
“Really?” his brows jumped up in disbelief. You have him a look.
“I just have you a blowjob,” you deadpanned. He flushed a darker red at the mention. “Of course I like you. Always have.”
“Wow,” he laughed mostly to himself, grasping at his hair again as though reminding himself that yes, he was here in front of you, not just daydreaming about it. “Gee, Y/N, I — I had a crush on you for all of high school, y’know.”
You gave a bashful grin. “Yeah… it was sort of obvious. But cute.”
“You knew?”
“You left all your classes early to wait for me outside of my classes,” you said. “And offered to hold my books for each one.”
“Yeah, guess I wasn’t too slick, huh?” he scratched at the back of his neck, and the pair of you giggled like two school kids for a moment before silence washed over like a warm blanket on a cold, winter’s eve. The pair of you looked closer towards one another before Steve rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and smiling to himself.
“I’m glad we got to see each other again,” you told him shyly, relishing in the feeling of his hands on your waist.
“Yeah,” he said contently. “It had been a long, long time.”
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a/n: LMAO sorry to hit you with that ending. but anyways FUCKING FINALLY i’m done with this omfg it took ages
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Take Him Seriously
Pro Hero Kirishima x F!Reader
Summary: When your pro hero bf suggests slipping away at the hero gala you don't really take the big guy seriously... he's about to show you why you should.
Very minor BakuDeku and KamiJiroShinso
Warnings: SMUT BELOW THE CUT 18+ Minors DNI! Exhibitionism, Soft Dom, Lots of Praise, Pet Names (Sweets & Baby & Good Girl), Cursing
Word Count: 1,753
Alcohol, as it did with many people, had a way of making Kirishima's lips looser and thoughts flow more freely. You sat across from your boyfriend at the yearly heroes gala, the both of you dressed in your finest. The party was in full swing, awards and dinner had been served and now the drinking and dancing were the primary events. Although, you and Eijiro opted to take a break. Sinking down into chairs at an empty table. He'd lost his jacket some time ago and you were dying to kick off your heels already.
Somewhere among the smiles and laughter you both shared, he'd leaned back, long legs as thick as tree trunks stretched out wide in front of him and you couldn't help but notice crimson eyes lingering on you as you massaged your aching heels. "If you wanna get off your feet for a while, I have a few ideas of how we can make that happen."
You actually giggled at the comment. "What?"
It wasn't that Eijiro wasn't capable, he was MORE THAN capable! It's just, he wasn't one to usually voice those desires, he usually just... acted on them. And you knew with a room full of friends and colleges he'd never do so in such a public place.
And yet, "Mhm, wrap those luscious thighs around me and I'll keep you off the ground for a while, whatcha say?" He'd leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees even as you slipped the black strap back in place and stood.
"Sure, Eijiro, whatever you say."
He looked up at you, a pout on his lips, "You're not taking me seriously."
You kissed that adorable lower lip of his, "You're right, I'm not. But, when we get home, I'd love to get all tangled up with you-"
Eijiro grabbed your hand and tugged you back down to eye level, "And what if I don't wanna wait that long?" You were still pretty sure he was full of it, "You should take me more seriously, sweets."
He let your hand fall, brushed his lips against your cheek, and let you wander back out to the dance floor but you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.
An hour had passed. You were busy dancing and catching up with friends you didn't see nearly enough and, honestly, you'd nearly forgotten about what Eijiro had hinted at with everything else that had been going on.
You'd been walking back from the restroom when a door open and someone pulled you inside the small coat closet, though, it didn't take much for you to realize who the someone was.
"Eiji! What the-"
He backed you against the door, lips hot against yours while he fumbled with a folding chair, jamming it up under the handle of the door. "I told you, you should take me more seriously." He kissed down the length of your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your skin harder than usual, and, for a second, you were too caught up in the moment to remind him he had to be careful. That there was an event happening that both of you were supposed to be present at!
"Ei, hey, Eijiro," You managed to gain enough sense to pull his head back to look at him, "Babe, we're very much in public. If you want we can just go h-"
That was the second time his lips had cut you off. "Don't care. I want you, right here, right now." He bunched the fabric of your floor-length gown until he could grab at your legs underneath. "Been wanting to tear this dress off you since we left but I still can't do that so I guess I gotta settle for these instead."
It took him no effort at all to rip open the black pantyhose you'd been wearing, quickly followed by the lacy panties under them. The pupils of his eyes were blown wide, tongue darting out to lick his lips while he teased your folds, his other hand guiding yours to the front of his black pants where he was so painfully hard.
"Please, sweets..."
He knew just how to lure you in. Your hands flew to his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. Eijiro already had two fingers inside you and his thumb circling your clit.
You wanted to move, to sink down on your knees in front of him and give him what he apparently been thinking about all night long but he pinned you to the wall. "I don't have the patience for that." A third finger slipped inside with ease now, one of your legs hooked in the crook of his arm.
"Eiji." You whined rocking your hips, pushing his calloused fingers deeper until he was reaching your favorite spot making you moan and whimper, all his favorite noises he couldn't get enough of. You fought with his tie and then the buttons of his shirt, eager to claw and leave your mark on him.
"Not fair." The man groaned when you ran nails down the planes of his back. "I gotta behave. You've got all this skin on display..."
"Didn't stop you on my neck."
He finally noticed the little bite marks he'd left behind. "Well, if I've already done that much." You moaned at the contact on your neck again, the opposite side this time. And when he applied that pressure, thrust his fingers in hard and deep, you had to bite your cherry red lip to keep yourself from crying his name as you came around his fingers.
"That's a good girl. Keep nice and quiet for me, okay?" You hadn't even fully came down off your high before Eijiro had you up in his arms, the weeping tip of his cock easing into you.
You reached up and found the empty bar of a rack, hanging onto it for dear life as Eijiro pounded into you, your hips meeting every single time with a harsh smack that you were pretty sure was louder than any of the moans you'd been making.
You were still so damn sensitive. He had your toes curling in seconds with the steady pace he set. Watching his cock quickly vanish inside you and then slowly pull out so you could feel each vein he had to offer, every inch he could give you.
"More, more, please, Eiji." He only smirked at your babbled pleas but gave you exactly what you requested. Picking up the pace and fucked you so damn hard you thought you might go through the wall. "Please, fuck!"
With your legs around his torso and your back braced on the wall, that left one of his hands free to clamp over your noisy mouth and the other to toy with your clit. "You want them to know what we're doin' in here? You're gonna let em know who's fuckin' you this good if you keep that up."
It was no use, you couldn't stay silent while he had you like this, you never could. His fingers dipped inside your mouth, "Suck on these so you'll keep quiet." And you did, maybe even a little too well because now it was Eijiro who was moaning like a horny teenager.
"Fuck you're too good at this. Damn, you look amazing, I told you that, right? So fucking gorgeous."
His praise had you sucking his fingers in harder, hugging his cock tighter, teetering right on that edge once again. "Gonna cum again for me? At this fancy party? My cock all the way in you and my fingers down your throat, ah, yes" He chuckled, "So fuckin' good for me, baby. Keep cumming."
Eijiro slowed his thrusts letting you actually ride out your high this time, letting you muffle your screams by biting his shoulder. You whined pitifully when he pulled out of you entirely, very aware he hadn't cum yet. "Get on your knees for me, please, sweets. Can't go shooting inside you when you got nothing to keep it in..."
You both looked at your torn panties on the floor and realized he had a point.
On your knees, Eijiro popped his fat cock right into your mouth with a sigh. "You're gonna have to swallow all of it, alright? Don't want any getting on your dress, I wanna ruin that later."
It didn't take him long to reach his peak, not with the way you swallowed him, hollowed your cheeks out, and tongued his head. He had his messy fingers wrapped up in your hair, fucking your throat how he pleased.
"Love you so damn much, sweets." Eijiro kept his voice low, muttering practically when you felt the first hot rope shoot down your throat, "Taken' me so fuckin' well, always take me so good, take it all, fuck, Y/N."
You might have damn near choked from all the cum he'd just unloaded but at least none of it ended up on your dress or his pants.
He dropped to his knees in front of you, kissing you tenderly and wiping the tears and mascara off of your cheeks. Eijiro helped you straighten out your dress again and fix your hair as best as it could be.
"Sorry I didn't take you seriously earlier." You chuckled, your throat still a little raw.
"I can't really blame you. I didn't even know if I'd have the courage to go through with it but then I saw you on the dance floor and I couldn't wait anymore."
He scooped up your torn pantyhose and undies, pocketing them both before dropping another quick kiss on your lips and opening the door...
"About fucking time!" Katsuki grumbled, pushing pasted you and Eijiro and going into his coat that had been hanging near where Eijiro had just been railing you.
"Seriously, have you two no shame!" Denki tsked and you half hid behind Eijiro.
The redhead tucked you under his arm with a grin. "You're one to talk. As if we didn't all hear you, Kyoka, and Hitoshi goin' at it in the restroom last year at this thing. Least we kept it mostly quiet."
"Just go out to your damn car like everyone else does! It's not that hard!" Bakugo huffed, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Then people can get to their phones or go to the fucking bathroom and not have to wait for someone to fuckin' get off! Speakin' of which, where's my damn nerd!"
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