#Inching closer. breaking down the walls between us. our bodies are not the only things stripped bare when we're together anymore.

[oscalesoffeeling]

getting affectionately called gayboy by my old man before he presses a kiss to my cheek. a hand on my knee..... hiiii 😳🥴. it's all about the subtle touches tbh.

[daddyricsdoll]

@d3kstar @fakehappy27

Thank you so much 💗1k ✭ Celebration!!

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“Oh carino…” Carlos whispers in my ear, nose dragging along my hot skin. “You make me so insane.” His big hands grabbed my hips and pushed me further against the wall, taking away all my power and leaving me vulnerable to him.

Carlos’s mood already on a high since achieving a podium on the first race. Which left me with a need to give him a more intimate celebration. Going beyond the heated make outs and fingering. And venturing toward the only thing we haven’t achieved. 

I hadn’t even told Carlos what I hoped he’d do, but yet he showed a hunger for me that couldn’t be healed with a touch of fingers, but instead, his little virgins tight hole. 

A moan escaping my swollen lips and encouraging a groan to leave the Spaniards mouth. 

“Let me take your innocence hermosa.” Carlos grabs a hold of the end of my short dress, waiting for me to nod before he starts pulling the flimsy fabric up. Lifting my arms up and hearing the groan that flees between his plump lips. The cool air of the room brushes against my nearly bare body. Now only wearing light pink lace. 

Carlos does an easy job of ripping my lingerie, now revealing my pebbled nipples and core that gradually gets wetter and wetter by the second. “I don’t know how I held back so long.”

He takes a deep breath, holding my face and indulging both of us in such a love and lust inducing kiss. Only breaking the kiss to spread my legs and start rushing to undo his belt. Sliding it between each hole and throwing it to the floor before unbuttoning his trousers and leaving them to lay beside his belt. Leaving me with the outline of his dick through his boxers. My mouth opened and pussy throbbed at the thought of his size. Watching his hands pull the waistband down and expose his cock. Bobbing up and hitting his toned stomach. 

I didn’t know if he could fit, his fingers already being a stretch I’m not fully accustomed to. 

Carlos clearly ignores the worry on my face as he lifts one of my legs and pulls my body closer to his.

Holding his dick by my entrance and mixing his precum with my arousal to make it an easier job. My fingers make bruises into his shoulders as I grip him tightly, waiting for his inevitable push. “Fuck, don’t worry carino, I’ll make it fit.” Pushing himself in, inch by inch. Both of our breathing, uneasy and heavy. Pain sears through me, and just as a broken scream tries to leave my mouth, Carlos forces two of his fingers between my lips. Allowing my teeth to bite into them as he tries to distract the pain with pleasure. Other hand, rubbing my clit. 

I try to moan out his name, but it comes out muffled as Carlos gags me with his digits. Cock nearly bottoming out and already hitting my g-spot. 

“Te voy a abrir con mi verga.” (Gonna open you with my cock) Carlos starts moving again. Making small thrusts that eventually get bigger, and bring tears to my eyes. Finally managing to hold himself back as I endlessly clench around his dick. Carlos’s thrusts become rams and he treats me with only petite sprinkles of care. Just the way I would’ve begged him for. Satisfaction sparking through me at each rough snap of his hips. Hair perfectly falling and sitting in front of his mesmerising eyes. His stare not the usual one I’d disintegrate into, but grow more flammable. Turning the heat inside of me enough to make us both burn. 

The feeling of his cock, such a sensual ache. And as Carlos moves in and out I can only imagine how my slick covers his shaft. How tight I must be and how close he is to exploding. 

Bringing me back to the tight feeling in my stomach. A knot that just needs to be solved. And just as Carlos hits my g-spot with precision I ultimately let go. 

Digging my nails into his tan skin and creating crescent like shapes. My climax topping every other one that he’s brought me to. But my body doesn’t relax yet, still clenching and throbbing just waiting for Carlos to release. Hearing the way his grunts sound closer to moans and his dick starts spasming. 

Exploding and covering my walls with his cum. Marking me from the inside and out.

“Fuck Carino… I need more.”

[mattphobiia]

PLEASEE DO A CHRIS SMUT FIC LIKE THIS

ATTITUDE.

disclaimer: smut, this was requested by @mattsmunch so i hope you enjoyyy, dom!chris x sub!reader🤗🤗🤗, i also dont like this but I TRIED LOL

"what is your deal? you know i don't like parties!" i screamed, waving my hands in the air motioning over to the room filled with balloons and other party decorations as i release all my anger onto him. "why couldn't you just do the one thing i asked?"

chris stayed silent, he looked more intimidating than ive ever seen him, almost like he could explode with rage. "who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" he scoffs, but that one sentence seemed to make my heart drop. i really messed this up.

this time, i was the one who stayed quiet. he began to walk up to me slowly, taking small steps while i wanted to back away, but i froze in place. i felt terrified deep down, but i had to act normal. i took a deep breath as i swallowed, our bodies now pressed together as i was squished in between him and the wall, his face was now close to mine, almost inches apart.

"quiet now, huh?" he whispered, smirking as i felt a cold hand rest on my side, making me shiver at the contact. "you should be glad i'm not fucking this attitude out of you."

i hesitated for a moment. "what if i want you to?" my heart was practically thumping in my chest, almost like it was trying to break free. suddenly, he pressed the lower half of his body onto me more, and thats when i felt his hard bulge between my thighs. he only looked at me surprised, before that smirk began to reappear as he leaned in for a deep kiss.

"thats my girl." he pants heavily between kisses, feeling my stomach flutter while i grind myself on him, making us both more desperate for each other. "bedroom, now." he didn't have to tell me twice.

i practically sprint over to our room, nearly swinging the door off its hinges as i begin to undress, chris now locking the door before following after me soon. he throws me onto the bed, climbing behind me as he flips me onto my stomach, nearly breaking my back with the amount of pressure he was applying onto me. one hand shifted to my waist while the other was wrapped around my hair as he pulled back, lifting my head. i bit my lip to quiet my moans before feeling his tip rub up and down against my folds, slowly beginning to push into me as i gripped onto the bedsheets tightly.

i feel a gasp escape my mouth, but his hand moved down to my head as he shoved me down, now thrusting more aggressive as i felt my body shake with the amount of stimulation i was receiving. i nearly felt myself lose balance a couple times until he held me up towards his chest to stabilise me, his grip tight enough to suffocate me.

"you want to lose the attitude now?" chris speaks up, feeling his heavy breath on my neck as he was now close up to my ear. i could barely form a sentence, my mind overwhelmed with thoughts as i tried to find the right words. i could only nod, but that wasn't good enough for him. "use your words, you have a voice for a reason."

"more!" i plead, feeling the tears roll down my face. "i just want more, please- chris!" he didn't respond to me, but only laughed at how desperate and stupid i looked. he released my body, thumping back onto the bed as he shoved my face harder into the pillow, planting a harsh slap onto my ass before i yelled at the sudden sting.

seeing chris act all rough with me was a huge turn on, especially because he was attractive. i felt myself getting closer to coming as chris seemed to go faster, our skin slapping together as he did a final thrust, gripping my hips tightly as he released his semen into me, beginning to relax his pace as i shortly followed after him, soaking him in my liquids.

he collapsed down next to me, turning to his side to face me as we admired each other in silence for a couple minutes, until i remembered what actually happened beforehand.

"look, im sorry about the party thing." i sigh, trying to find his hand in the dimly lit room as i hold onto it tightly. "you were only trying to do something special for me, but you should know i don't like parties."

"i understand that, i should've got your opinion." he smiles, before continuing. "do you just want to order some food and chill for the rest of the night?"

i giggled, nodding my head before he kisses my forehead softly, wrapping his arms around me as i rest my head onto his chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat as i close my eyes.

MASTERLIST

a/n: yall got me fucked up. when i saw some of my favourite writers began to follow me back my heart dropped to my goddamn ass. i say this every fic i post but i genuinely appreciate all of you reading my stuff, reblogging, and more! i have been seeing your requests for all the people waiting, just give me some time and ill get to it:), ill work on them over the weekend or when i have free time because work is very busy at the moment😭

[redmambajatiri]

After the after party

Tobias Eaton x female black reader smut

Summary: you’re at the Dauntless after party for your initiation class, when things get heated between you and Tobias

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His hands started to roam my body and I looked up at him with my arms around his neck and saw he had lust in his eyes. As the night was coming to an end Tobias pulled me out of the pit to the training room, once there Tobias shut and locked the door.

Coming up behind me and kissing my neck moving his hands along my arms. His warm breath against my ear as he whispered “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Y/n?”. My breath hitched as I felt his fingers trail up the side of my thigh stopping at the hem of my dress.

Turning in his arms now facing him, I look up at him feeling another wave of boldness wash over me “How about you show me” while grabbing his shirt pulling him closer to me.

Tobias now looking into my eyes asking if he has consent, I grant him consent to move further. In that second Tobias smashes his lips onto mine. As the kiss gets heated he slams me against the wall causing me to moan.

Breaking the kiss Tobias tells me to jump and continuing the kiss he moves my panties to the side fingering me adding a finger each time. After a few “you like that” and “this is only the beginning”, Tobias walked us over to the mat, laying me down and pulling my dress up exposing my bare pussy.

Never breaking eye contact he starts kissing my inner thighs and blowing on my wet pussy. Causing me to shiver before he started eating me out earning a gasp and my hand grasping his hair. Feening more I start grinding my hips, he then grabs holds them down.

As I’m nearing my climax he stops, removing his pants and boxers he lines his dick up with my pussy before sliding into me causing my back to arch. As I took all 7 inches of him, he grunts “fuuccckkk, you feel so good” and buried his head in the crook of my neck.

Speeding up his passe, the sound of skin colliding filled the room. As I’m about to cum Tobias tells me to hold it a little bit longer. A few minutes later his thrust started getting sloppy signaling he was reaching his climax.

After a few more strokes we came at the same time. Tobias rolling off of me, we laid there trying to catch our breaths. As he gets up I see the scratch marks I left on his tattooed back.

After we both get dressed we snuck out of the training room and go our separate ways, but not before kissing each other one last time.

[sundropstories]

My Mission

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky is no longer an Avenger, and he is now y/n and Peters mission after he's been on the run.

Warnings: some mentions of violence

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"Alright Peter here's your ear piece." I say popping it into his left ear while he buttons up his suit. Trying to move around in the back of our ride is extremely frustrating but we only get word of where he's at last minute.

"This thing on." Peter says testing his ear piece. "Yes I can hear you, y/n? You there?"

"Yeah" i say struggling to slip these unnecessarily uncomfortable heels on. "Is it Nat?" Peter says. "It is" she responds.

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We arrive at the gala before getting out of the car I turn to Peter. "How do I look?" I say as I reach over to fix his hair. "Rich, me?" "Rich." We smile at each other and make our way into the venue locking arms.

Peter and I exclusively work on undercover missions. Peter, because no one knows his real identity, and me, because I'm fucking great at it. Usually.

I started being an avenger a few years ago. Shortly after though Bucky and Sam found out some kids were trying to recreate the serum. Bucky flipped and ran to find them. We haven't heard much about it since, and we've just been trying to find him. Bucky's supposedly going to be here.

—

"Alright I'll go upstairs you look on this floor. Sound good?" I say in a low voice almost a whisper. "Sounds good." He leans down and kisses my cheek. To make it seem as if we're a couple.

—

Ughh..my feet are killing me. I slide my heels off after reaching the top of the stairs, and kick em behind a pillar.

I don't even know why they make me dress all the way up. How the hell does one fight in heels and a dress.

I'm so lost complaining in my thoughts, and aimlessly following the directions Nat is giving me. I don't even notice him till I'm being pulled onto a balcony.

"Oh y/n you don't need this" Bucky says taking out my ear piece . I can hear the faint voice of Nat yelling through it. He throws it on the floor crushing it with his boot.

I just stare up at him like an idiot. His body caging me against the door. "You look amazing. Makes me wanna keep running just to see you come to these things all dressed up to find me." He smirks his hand holding my face.

"I..t-thank you." The red creeping onto my face. We've never been this close before and he smells so...nice. He lets out a low chuckle.

His face inches closer till his lips capture mine. His metal hand holding me onto the door whilst the other trace's my curves. Teasing  every inch. He pulls away. "God I've wanted to do that for so long." He says just above a whisper.

I smirk "wanna do it again." He waste's no time crashing his lips back onto mine. This time a bit more aggressive. My hands against his chest. I turn us so he's now against the door.

He smirks "I'm sorry" he says in between kisses. "For what." I let out a breathy giggle a little confused. In a second the door opens as he's pushing me back and locking me outside.

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"Fuck!" I yelled. You're joking. I now realize he also took my ways of communication. I look over the balcony checking my surroundings. Okay if I jump I might only break like a leg or something. When I look over to my left and see that there is an open window just a bit over.

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"I Really wish I had shoes right about now." I mumble to myself while I practically rip the dress off my body. Thank you me for putting jeans and a tank top on under that. I take my gun out of my dress pocket and tuck it into my jeans.

I kick my leg over the edge taking in a deep breath.  "Shit shit shit shit shit" I say to myself realizing how high up I am. Getting my balance I kick my other leg over leaning against the railing holding on for my dear life.

It's okay I got this. I squeeze my eyes shut as I let out a breath. Opening my eyes again I begin shuffling to the window. Leaning my weight against the cold wall the whole time. When I make it to the window I basically jump inside.

My heart practically bursting out of my chest. I run down the hall searching for either Bucky or Peter.

I spot Peter and make my way to him.

"Peter" I say out of breath. "Oh my god! Where were you? I've been looking everywhere." He says in a panicked tone.

"Apparently not good enough. I was locked out on a balcony." I say clearly pissed. "Sorry. Well I haven't found him I don't think he's here." He says.

"No he's here. I saw him. I had him." I say when suddenly I spot him walking out the door to leave. "There!" I say and run towards him.

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Finally catching up to him when he gets to his car. "James!" I yell approaching him. "Y/n. Doll, how'd you get out." He says turning around his hands up.

Now pointing my gun at him. "I really, really hate you." I say. The gun now against his chest. "Really? Is that how you kiss all the people you hate" he says a taunting smile on his stupid, gorgeous face. "Because if so hate me all you want." He says a laugh leaving his dumb, soft lips.

I stay silent just staring up at him, anger practically radiating off of me. Peter comes running behind me and quickly webs the car doors shut. Keeping Bucky from getting away.

Bucky drags his hand across his face, clenching his jaw, visibly frustrated. "Just do it." He says. I stare. "Shoot me."  His voice lower. He smirks. I stare.

Stupid boy. Thinks he knows what I'm doing.

"Okay" I say. His eyes widen as I lift the gun and smack him across the face with it. Got him.

[x3kristax3]

For All Of Time - The Perfect Life Together - 1600s England

A/N: I want thank @paigenoelchas-blog for starting this collaboration. If your interested in joining in please message her. This is a different write for me from normal but I'm totally in love with it and cant wait see what everyonr else write. Story start here

As Jake's voice fades away from me, I see a street. No real details are sticking out until I see a man. I instantly smile and everything comes into vision. There's an old cobblestone street with lots of people walking around. The man is walking into a bar and this feels like it's a distant memory as I just see his back. He turns around and I see his face. He reaches his hands out for me and I walk towards him. 

As I reach him I see the blonde hair and green eyes and as my hand reaches for him I see an engagement ring on my hand.  He pulls me close as we walk into a bar. You can smell the cigar smoke and everything goes hazy again. Then I see a man's face, he's different from the rest. He is tall with black hair and those blue eyes you can get lost in. He walks up to both of us and in a deep voice congratulations us on the engagement.

I look down and my focus is on the ring on my left hand again but I still hear his voice clear as day "you are the luckiest man in the world to win Madeline's heart and get to marry her, Robert" he says.

"I sure am, you have no Idea how many lads have tried to steal her from me" Robert says.

"Hold her tight because someone just might one day" the mystery man says.

"You're right Jacob, but that's why I proposed to her finally" Robert says.

I walk away and up to the bar for a drink. The barkeep keeps helping other men that walk up but ignoring me.

"What can I order you M?" I hear Jacob ask.

"Whiskey neat" I say blushing.

"No blushing, we've been friends forever. I should have known that answer based on your facial expressions." He says with a smile.

He gets the barkeep's attention and orders two whiskey neats. 

"You're the only woman to stick around me long enough and enjoy your drinks the same as me. You are not allowed to go run off with him. I still need you around even after the wedding. You hear me?" He says with a humorous tone.

I lean into him and whisper in his ear "maybe I want to run off with you. You're the only one who hasn't tried to steal me away from him", I say as the drinks come to us and I grab one.

He gently grabs my hand "Don't say that. You know he's good for you and your family unlike me. I cause trouble with every girl" he says, staring into my eyes.

I lose all fight against him "you never tried with me" I manage to get the courage to say as I walk away. 

This time he grabs my wrist and pulls me into the back of the bar through some doors and pins me against the wall. 

"You never gave me the chance. Why now? When you're engaged do you say this?" He says staring into my eyes.

I feel my body melt, "it never lined up and you never hinted at wanting more than friendship with me." I say staring back into my eyes as he leans forward and kisses me gently.

He pulls away but just inches from my face. "Be thankful I'm one of the few people he trusts alone with you." He says in that smile.

After that kiss, I'm unable to speak. There are butterflies in my stomach and my heart feels like it's in my throat. I look into his eyes and close the gap between our lips again. This time he grabs the back of my neck to pull me even closer to him as we kiss passionately.

We finally break away to catch our breath. "I need to end things with him, he's not my forever" I say looking into his eyes.

"He's gonna fight for you," he says.

"I know but it's not right to lead him on. When every ounce of my body feels on fire when your this close to me."

He moves away and I walk away from him out to the bar where I find Robert. All of a sudden I'm forced to walk through a door that wasn't there with Jacob. I slowly turn the doorknob unsure of where it is going to lead. As I open the door it's a peaceful field and take a few steps through and I'm rush with all these memories.

That first kiss with Jacob plays in my mind when were at the bar. Everything starts moving so fast but all happy emotions. The canceling of the engagement with Robert, the first date with Jacob. I see us building a life together like I'm someone watching someone else's life. I see the hardships and our first fight where we questioned if we could really make this work. I see the moment he proposed to me and our wedding and a tear escapes my eyes. I see the love that we built and growing a family. I see us growing old together and I cant help but smile.

I slowly start to hear Jakes voice again still talking about childhood memories as he holds my hand. I want nothing more then this moment to squeeze his hand but i try and Im unable too. I feel myself drift back off just wishing I could stay awake and open my eyes and see his face.

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 28c

*Warning: Adult Content*  

I take off in the direction of the point in their makeshift walls that looked to be the weakest.

The second the others pinpoint where I was heading, the rush in from their own sides, in an attempt to cave me in and leave me with no option but the follow the path I'd chosen.

With only two steps to take before I met the first ring, I fill my lungs with air and focus my senses.

For the first ring, I slip between a pair of newborns that were too slow to notice that I'd already passed them, their grabbing fingers falling after my shadow while I headed from the second ring.

In one swift move, I slide on one knee while I keep the other outstretched to direct my path, skidding across the dirt, between a small cluster of unknowing Vamps.

I jump over the next, keeping my legs tucked to my chest to avoid any outstretched hands that jumped after me, trying to follow my path.

When my feet find the ground again, I push forward, ready for the spaces that were growing narrower as they all moved in on me, the attempts to get me getting closer and harder to avoid.

I boost my speed for the last ring and cut through the rest, managing to squeeze between the slimmest gaps they couldn't close against my fast movements.

The second I've cleared them all, I don't waste a moment and take off in the direction of my awaiting mountain.

With a peak too high for jumping, the only way down was back the way I was ascending which would seem impossible with the hundreds of Vampires on my heels.

The whole point of this game of tag was to impress the newborns, to make them feel more comfortable around Malcolm and I and to show them our strength. I had no doubt that on Malcolm's end, he's already done all of that, which left me to pick up my own slack.

I didn't exactly exude a welcoming atmosphere and I didn't particularly want to, so that left showing them my strength and impressing them enough to make up for my attempt at a personality.

If what I was about to do didn't win them over, then I honestly didn't know what would.

The mountain was the type that you ascended in a spiral of paved paths that dissolved into the earth, breaking apart into rough edges and sudden dips the higher I climbed.

As the air grew thinner and my view of the bottom smaller, I was tempted to just turn now but the Vampires sliding and crashing after me weren't stopping, so neither was I.

Approaching the peak, I breathe in and out deeply, preparing my body to withstand the use of all of my strength, something I hadn't done in decades.

Here goes nothing.

The second I reach the top of the mountain, I turn around swiftly and push myself forward using my full speed.

The second my feet left the ground, everything in my mind's eye bleed into one another until I could barely make out one person from the next.

Suddenly, things went from too fast to too slow, as if the world had become very still.

Even in this state, they were like mannequins.

Not moving or blinking and barely breathing as descend the mountain.

I combed through them all with fine-tune movements and a focused gaze that kept me from letting an inch of my being making contact with any other.

It felt much like when Kalem popped me to the gardens, like everything around me was frozen but it wasn't quite the same.

Kalem could actually stop time, this wasn't that, it'd just become so slow to me that it felt like it.

When I find myself some distance from the bottom of the mountain, I stop and turn around to watch my handwork.

I watch with undeniable pride and amusement as the hundreds of Vampires looked around one another with abundant confusion as they searched for me.

The ones at the top, where I'd been moments ago, kept spinning around.

Their heads swivelling from side to side, trying to find me as if they'd simply missed me and I'd reappear any moment.

After some time of looking aimlessly for me without a single trace to follow, someone lower down seemed to spot me and I gave them all a wave when the message travelled through them all and they looked down at me with looks mixed with awe and utter disbelief.

I didn't need to hear the thoughts to know I'd just secured them all.

With a final salute, I take off and stop only when I'm perched on a cliffside where I could watch the scene unravel below.

Malcolm appears beside me after a few minutes, his breathing coming out in quick pants but he was smiling widely as he sat beside me and watched as they all scattered in search of us.

"How long do you think it'll take them to find us?" I ask looking to Malcolm for a moment.

"They aren't half bad, I'll give them ten minutes if they don't give up first," he says with a smirk that I find myself returning.

"We should've done this years ago, it's so much fun."

"Surprisingly," I admit which makes Malcolm's eyes go wide in surprise.

"I had... a good time."

"Also known as fun, you had fun," Malcolm corrects with a look that was way too smug but I let him have this.

"And don't speak in the past tense. The night's barely begun, we're still having fun."

I nod and Malcolm smiles again, his legs kicking out erratically beneath him like a little kid.

"I can't wait to tell Arias about this," Malcolm comments with a look of excitement.

"I suppose we'll be leaving tomorrow after all, this was a success."

"Yes," I agree mindlessly, my thoughts circling around being back home with Kalem before long.

I'd never imagined that I could miss another being as much as my Kalem but I did.

It'll only been three days.

Three days and I felt incomplete without him.

I missed going to sleep with his warm body in my arms.

I missed waking up to his beaming smile that shone too bright before he'd attack my lips in a good morning kiss.

I missed reading to him and cooking for him.

I missed loving him in all the ways I could.

I missed everything about him.

I missed him so much.

I console my aching chest with the thought that it wouldn't be long now before I could finally have him in my arms again, exactly where he belonged.

"Well, let's not waste time sitting around," Malcolm says as he jumps to his feet.

"This is our first game and I intend to make it an extremely memorable one so I can tell stories about it for years."

"Very well," I agree and let him pull me to my feet.

"Try not to get caught."

"I'm not the one who needed to stretch."

Before I could smack him, Malcolm takes off, leaving me with no choice but to go in the opposite direction.

We rejoin the game and end up playing all night, with... Our new Clan Members.

[golden-barnes]

Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring? 

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything. 

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment. 

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side. 

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them. 

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you. 

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics. 

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing. 

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass. 

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this. 

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres. 

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues. 

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table. 

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it. 

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door. 

“Get in, doll.”  He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him. 

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction. 

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck. 

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck. 

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

 And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side. 

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.”  Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink. 

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.

[wkemeup]

The Offer

summary: Zemo offers to sell the Winter Soldier in exchange for information. pairing: bucky x reader word count: 3k warnings: vaguely implied unwanted sexual contact a/n: this is based around the Madripoor scene in TFATWS ep 3, particularly Zemo’s suggestion of “he will do anything you want.”

“You must maintain your cover,” Zemo’s voice rang in your ear, drowning out the heavy bass of loudspeakers from the club down the hall. “If you break character, they will know... and they will kill us.”

You held your breath; arms folded tight across your chest, nails digging into the exposed skin on your biceps. It did little to ease the strain within your muscle as you watched Bucky standing guard at the edge of the room, his eyes overcast in a cold, emotionless haze. Ready for command. Empty of the needs and desire that made him human. Portraying the shadow from his past he was so desperate to escape.

Slowly, you shifted your weight on heels sharp enough to pierce skin. The clothes Zemo had dressed you in were unforgiving, exposing every dip and curve on your body, though you supposed that was his intention. You were meant assume the role of a wealthy arms dealer known only as Lilith, a woman whose reputation for the bedrooms of Madripoor outweighed even that of the weapons at her disposal. An affinity for the finer things in life, Zemo had snickered to himself. Sex, drugs, and power.

Bucky’s eyes shifted to the floor near your feet. You could tell he was watching you from his peripherals though his expression remained vacant. It was shocking to see him like this again, worse that he seemed to fall back into the role of the Winter Soldier so easily – like he’d never truly believed he could put his past to rest at all.

Zemo paced at the center of the room, discussing terms while Selby lounged on the couch. Her brazen comfort in a room of powerful agents on the dark market told you she had more leverage than any of you anticipated. You felt for the slight weight of the gun strapped at your thigh, keeping careful watch of the guards stationed just outside the door. The four of you were easily outnumbered and outgunned, even with Bucky throwing himself back to the Winter Soldier.

Sam caught your eye across the room, his face stern enough to communicate his uncertainty. He didn’t trust Zemo anymore than you did. The man was responsible for dozens of deaths, including the King of Wakanda, and he’d done the Avengers no favors by planting a seed of war between the most powerful people on the planet. You tried not to follow Sam's gaze when his eyes flickered to Bucky, a softening in his brow to see months of progress virtually erased within seconds.

“What’s the offer?” Selby’s voice broke through the haze. You hadn’t realized how focused you’d been on Bucky until you began to notice the music thumping through the walls and the scent of stale beer lining the floors – a disorienting state amongst precious stole artifacts and original paintings.

Zemo stood from his chair, crossing the room. He picked up a relic from the center table, admiring the shiny copper edges as he tossed it in the air. It nearly slipped from his grip and he shuttered out an apologetic wince at Selby before placing it back on the table. You rolled your eyes.

Adjusting the fur lined collar of his jacket, Zemo circled the edges of the room. He came to a pause over Bucky’s shoulder, gaze slowly trailing down his frame, tracing over the lines on Bucky's face as if he were studying for imperfections. A sinister smirk curled at his lips before he turned back to Selby.

“Tell us what you know about the super soldier serum,” Zemo bargained, waiting for her interest to peak before he continued. She shifted in her seat; a brow raised. His lips curved in a devious grin enough to make your stomach twist. “And we’ll give you him. Along with the code words to control him, of course.”

Bucky didn’t so much as flinch, his stare maintaining the same emptiness you saw the day on the bridge when he’d been muzzled by his captors and made to be a weapon. Nothing in his expression gave way to whatever was going through his mind and part of you wondered if he’d allowed himself so far into this role again, that he’d embraced the cold arms of the numbness it carried. It was easier than allowing himself to feel any of the rage that was rapidly boiling under your skin, you supposed.

But then, Zemo’s knuckles grazed at Bucky’s cheek. Lingering over unshaven stubble, a shadow along his jaw. A delicate touch though it seemed to burn as if steam could rise from the contact alone.

Zemo turned, grinning at Selby. “He will do anything you want.”

It was so impossibly subtle, you weren’t sure anyone else had noticed, but Bucky’s jaw clenched. The muscle shifted the shadows on his face, his breathing coming to a stop as his chest no longer carried the steady rise and fall under layers of leather and Kevlar. Zemo’s hand moved along Bucky’s jaw, fingers dangerously close to his lips, and you felt for the outline of the gun strapped to your thigh.

"Anything?" Selby inquired. Her tone was even though her eyes widened just enough, the dark of her pupils expanding as she glanced over Bucky's frame.

"When he is properly activated, the Soldier is incredibly–" Zemo paused, tapping the edge of Bucky's chin, "–eager to please. There's nothing else inside that brain of his except his mission. What that mission is, is entirely up to whoever recites the triggers."

“Fascinating,” Selby grinned as she slowly stood from her perch.

You followed her stride with every agonizing step towards Bucky. Just as she crossed in front of The Smiling Tiger, Sam’s gaze met yours. He narrowed his eyes, the slight shake in his head barely noticeable. He must have seen you reach for your gun – an instinct to protect Bucky from the demons of his past, a tangible weapon you hadn't been able to use against the monsters in his sleep. It took every ounce of your strength to relax away from the comforting metal.

You watched as Selby’s eyes roamed over Bucky – hungry, and like a vulture, she licked her lips. As she began to circle his frame, gaze trailing down from his shoulders, to his thighs, down to his feet, never once daring to meet his eyes, you found yourself inching closer. Bucky’s hand curled into a fist so tight his nails broke skin in his right hand, blood prickling at his palm. And still—his expression remained stoic, unfeeling. A paralyzing thought crossed your mind and you questioned if this dance was a familiar one – the art of being sold to another human being.

Selby paused as she faced him; examining the features on his face as if he were something other than human – a prize to be won, a possession to own, a trophy to show off.

“And he’s still in working condition? After all these years?” she inquired toward Zemo, standing so dangerously close to Bucky. His stare focused straight ahead, far beyond the wall across the room as if he could burn holes into the plaster.

"He's quite impressive," Selby murmured. Slowly, her hand reached towards his face.

Your grip was around her wrist before anyone realized you’d crossed the room. She flinched, startled by the vice-like hold wrapped around her wrist and a pained sort of whine escaped. She flexed her fingers and still, you held your ground.

“Is there a problem, Lilith?” Selby smirked, curiosity glaring as her eyes flickered between you and Bucky. You said nothing and yet, her lips parted in understanding. “Oh, I see. You control him. Don’t you, dear? He belongs to you.”

You tasted bile on your tongue – the very thought of owning Bucky as if his agency was not even in question made you sick to your stomach. Your grip tightened on Selby’s wrist and you would have broken it clean in two if you had the strength for it. But one look at Zemo and the cautious gaze upon his face, and you forced yourself to swallow back the venom in your mouth. You didn’t allow the disgust to touch your features or the shame to burn hot into your neck. Lilith would not be fazed by the selling of a weapon—even if that weapon were a man with heart so heavy, so full and so kind, he could hardly carry its burden on his own.

“Make your deal, Selby,” you hissed in an accident belonging to the weapons dealer you portrayed, “then, you can play with your toy. Until we have our intel, hands off the product.”

You released Selby’s wrist and she stepped back a few paces. She slid her left hand over the red marks forming over her skim, gingerly massaging at the area and still – the grin did not falter from her cheeks. Impressed, intrigued. She seemed inclined to ask you more about your bond to the Winter Soldier when you stepped in front of Bucky, blocking her view as she unabashedly stared down her hopeful new possession. Sam and Zemo exchanged a glance, though their expressions did not carry the weight their eyes did.

Behind you, you could hear Bucky exhale a heavy a breath, could practically feel as his fists released to be out of the woman’s eye line. It was short lived, of course, as all things in Madripoor were. A gunshot pierced through the window and lodged itself into Selby’s head.

***

You woke with a sudden start, the sticky smell of stale beer still on your skin as you jolted up on an unfamiliar bed. The room was vaguely a blur thanks to the pounding ache in the back of your head, but you could see enough to know it was not a place you recognized. To your left, the bed was untouched; sheets perfectly pressed as if they’d never been laid in at all. Glancing down, you saw you were still wearing the dress from the club, makeup smeared over your face and onto the pillows. You brushed at your cheeks to remove the mascara stains.

At the end of the bed, laid a fresh pair of clothes. Blue jeans and a black pullover. You sighed, pressing a hand over the soft fabric and bringing it to your face. It smelled of lavender and vanilla – fresh and inviting compared to the sweaty stale air of the night club.

The night before was mostly a blur. You didn’t remember much after Selby was killed; only Bucky’s hands on your waist, pulling you back towards the door as you tried to locate the shooter. You’d kicked off your heels and sprinted next to him in your bare feet – a man who could challenge the speed of moving vehicles and he was running in line with you and Sam while gunshots reined from every direction. Self-preservation was not a concept in Bucky’s vocabulary.

Your feet were bloodied by the time you caught your breath again and within the impossibly small moment you took to pause, an assailant had knocked you out from behind. Cold darkness. Instantaneously. After that, you could only catch vague memories of Bucky lifting you into his arms and Sharon Carter’s voice. But you hadn’t seen Sharon in years. Not since the aftermath of Vienna. The theory didn’t make much sense.

You felt along the dresser for your gun, only to find it empty. With a tired groan, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, hoping you could find Bucky or Sam before you found trouble. Your feet were wrapped in bandages carrying a slight pink color on the soles – courteous of Zemo’s ridiculous heels you’d left behind the chaos and the mile worth of pavement you’d run barefoot on.

The chill of the hardwood floors was a relief on the undersides of your feet, but you hadn’t accounted for the dizziness from your concussion to take over once you stood. The room went dark and you began to sway, trying to feel for the bed behind you, when suddenly you hard footsteps rushing into the room.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing out of bed?” Bucky’s arms wrapped at your waist, holding you steady. He guided you back to the bed, helping you to sit on the edge as you regained your vision. He sat down beside you, keeping a hand on your arm to help ground you as you focused on the permanence of the room, the sturdiness of solid ground.

“What happened?” you sighed, pressing your palms to your eyes. Your head was still ringing from the blow you took the night before. When you finally allowed yourself to adjust to the sunlight in the room, you turned to face Bucky. He was dressed in a plan black t-shirt and jeans; his Winter Soldier attire hung in the corner of the room.

“Sharon happened,” Bucky chuckled with a short shake of his head. You thought you might be surprised at his answer, and somehow, you weren’t at all. Bucky softened, his fingers brushing at the hem of your dress. “You should change into something more comfortable. Sharon left some clothes for you but um... you were pretty out of it last night and I didn’t want to... um...”

“Thank you, Bucky.” You smiled at him as you placed your hand on top of his. You squeezed at his fingers, curling under his palm against your thigh. For a moment, you nearly lost yourself in the sunlit reflection of blue within his eyes – the delicate intricacies of a complex man. So impossibly sweet and kind in the daylight; cold as stone in the night under the guise of the Winter Soldier.

Bucky helped you to stand, giving you time to adjust to the sting of healing wounds on the soles of your feet. He turned his back to give you privacy, though he kept close enough that you could grab hold of his shoulder for support. He pushed the clothes down the bed for you to reach easily.

Slowly, ignoring the ache in your body, you slid the zipper down your spine, letting the dress fall to a heap at your feet. You tried not to notice how Bucky’s shoulders tightened at the sound, his stance a little less balanced at the fallen fabric. Gingerly, you dressed yourself in the jeans and pullover Sharon had provided for you, trying to stifle a wince as you shifted on your feet. Bucky’s head tilted at your whimper, his instinct fighting to turn to you, to help you, but he held himself still.

When you were done, you reached for the necklace at your bedside, one you hadn’t worn on the mission but you carried it with you wherever you went – the last token you had of a distant life before the Avengers. Sam had kept it in his pocket in Madripoor.

“Would you mind?” you called softly, tapping a hand against Bucky’s shoulder. He turned cautiously, almost timid in his movements, and you smiled at him as he held his hand out. The delicate gold chain dropped into his palm – a beautiful contrast to the black metal, in mirror to the detailing work along his shoulder.

Before you could turn your back to him, Bucky stepped closer. He held each side of the necklace in his hands and brought them around the back of your neck. This close, you could smell the bar soap he’d used that morning, you could see the lines of scruff along his jaw he hadn’t been able to shave.

When he clasped the chain, he stepped back slowly, but only enough to admire his work. He brushed your hair away from your collar, a ghosted smile on his lips at he touched the pendent at the center. This wonderful, beautiful man who learned to find comfort in touch again, who sought you out when it felt impossible to reclaim that part of him. Memory of the night before etched into your mind and you swallowed back the lump in your throat.

“Bucky?”

He smiled a little wider, focused on tracing his fingers along your jaw, brushing away your hair. “Yeah?”

“Do you want to talk about last night?”

Bucky paused, his touch upon you skin turning near to stone before he pulled away. The smile he’d worn slowly faded from his lips, the cold rush of reality piercing through the tender moment, and you hated yourself for being the cause of such pain. Bucky sighed, sinking down onto the bed, his hands gripped tight to the edge of the mattress.

“Not sure there’s much to say, doll,” Bucky exhaled.

You sat beside him, close enough for your thigh to brush in line with his. He looked down at the little space between you, his eyes fluttered closed at the contact – the grounding sensation of welcomed touch.

“You're not him anymore, Bucky,” you said softly, setting your hand over his own. “No one is ever going to control you or... or own you again, okay? They can’t make you do anything you don’t want to... not anymore. You’re free. You know that, don’t you?”

Bucky nodded, though it was slow, almost aching. He squeezed at your hand, pushing out a pained smile as he looked at you. “I do.”

You reached towards him with your free hand, cupping the side of his cheek where Zemo had touched him the night before. You traced your thumb over his jaw line, tingling over the short hairs on his skin. So beautiful and lovely after decades suffering under the hands of cruel men.

“You know I’d kill anyone who tried, right?”

Bucky chuckled at that and you were grateful to see the lines by his eyes again, the smile pushing bright into his cheeks. “Yeah, sweetheart. I know that, too.”

He leaned forward a pressed a kiss to your temple. Short and lingering and not nearly long enough. But it was welcomed and warm and enough.

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[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

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our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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─• play date || itachi uchiha

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word count: 1k

genre: flufffff, pure fluff

summary: you didn’t know how serious the Uchiha’s took their games of hide and seek until you became one.

A/N: I have a lot of requests to get to but 🥺 I watched this tiktok with Itachi and I couldn’t stop thinking about this idea :(((( this is the ending he deserves

You couldn’t help but giggle as you guided your husband through your dining room, only letting go of his hand to push him under the big table before going in yourself. Making yourself more comfortable in the confined space, you made sure the table cloth was in place and not exposing either of you.

“Is this really necessary, love?” Itachi’s smooth voice spoke lowly but to you it sounded almost normal since you were so close. Turning your whole body towards him, you let a smile grace your features at the sight of him sitting cross legged while being careful to not let his knee peak out from the cloth. You knew he wasn’t annoyed, no bone in his body could ever be at your daughter’s antics but still, Itachi’s discomfort was clear as day.

Good thing your table is quite large so you both still had some room, because you had no idea what you’d do if that wasn’t the case.

“It’s hide and seek, Itachi. She’s the seeker and we have to hide, that’s how it works.”

He only shook his head at your teasing smile, biting back one of his own. “When she said ‘play’, I was thinking more about running around the compound or even having a tea party in the backyard, not this.”

“Can’t do, darling.” This time you were the one to shake your head ‘no’. “Tea parties are exclusively saved for uncle Sasuke. She couldn’t possibly ask us to have one.”

Itachi raised an eyebrow at your statement, leaning forward and decreasing the already small distance between you. “I – really?” you nodded in response and that prompted him to continue. “I have never seen them have a tea party before…”

The contemplative look on his face made you chuckle out loud before suddenly slapping your hand against your mouth once you realized your mistake. You were supposed to be quiet; this was hide and seek after all.

“That’s because Sasuke would rather die than have you see him all dolled up by our daughter, wearing a plastic tiara while sipping imaginary tea and talking ‘politics’.” The words left your mouth in a whisper as you inched even closer to the man, your knees touching. “They only do that when you’re not home.”

A big smile stretched across his face as he imagined the scene, his little brother letting down all of his walls and allowing his daughter to do whatever she wanted to him. It was adorable really and the thought alone made Itachi’s heart grow ten times bigger. He didn’t know his daughter could be even more adorable than she already was.

“I guess I have – “

“Shh, here she comes!” your finger gently touched his lips in an effort to hush your husband and not give away your location. Suppressing your chakra, you felt your husband do the same and then you waited with bated breaths. Even if she was barely six years old, your small daughter took after her daddy and was way too talented at being a ninja for her own good.

Hide and seek at the Uchiha household was very intense.

You heard her small feet walk around the room, scanning and checking her surroundings carefully. While she was doing that, you felt a hand envelop your own and soft kisses being placed on the back of it. Flustered, your eyes meet onyx ones and in the next moment, Itachi closed the remaining space between your bodies to place a tender kiss on your lips. His lips brushed yours softly but with enough force to take your breath away, your surprise quickly being replaced by the swarm of butterflies you felt every time you and your husband shared a kiss. Even after being married for so many years, him and his presence alone still had this effect on you. It was intoxicating, evading all of your senses without a care in the world and never failing to make your knees go weak every time.

Itachi was gentle and a romantic at heart, the kind of lover you could only dream about and somehow, he was yours. And because of that, because of him and your little family that filled your heart with so much joy and unconditional love, you were thankful. You were, dare say, the happiest person in the world.

When his wet tongue escaped to lick your lips, clearly wanting to deepen the kiss as he dragged you closer by the hand he was still holding, you couldn’t stop the small squeal that left your lips. Oh no, your daughter –

“Found you, daddy!” her small hands suddenly wrapped themselves around Itachi’s neck from behind through the white table cloth, breaking your kiss and pulling the man back. Eyes wide, the look of astonishment on his face was something so out of the ordinary for him, you had to stop yourself from bursting out laughing and blowing your cover. Something about seeing him be so expressive was amusing to you.

Before he could be pulled back all the way, he mouthed a ‘run’ in your direction and that’s exactly what you did. What kind of ninja would you be if you didn’t use your training for hide and seek, huh?

“Wha – daddy? Where’s mommy?” the high-pitched voice of your daughter asked after she managed to pull Itachi out of his hiding spot, taking the cloth with him as well. Thank God there was nothing to break on that table.

Your husband shrugged, watching the way your daughter’s head spun around in search of you. “I have no idea, angel. I was there by myself.”

She stopped to look him dead in the eyes, almost as if trying to somehow show that he was lying. With a big sigh, she backed down and grabbed Itachi’s hand as he stood up.

“Whatever, we will find her together.” As those words left her lips, a sudden crash alarmed the child and made her start running in its direction while dragging her father along. Itachi watched the whole scene unfold with a smile on his face while feeling, after long years of suffering and pain, true happiness.

“Come on, daddy! I got her this time!”

[taestefully-in-luv]

lazy sunday morning sex with Jimin drabble? 😳

Pairing: Jimin x female reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: hickeys, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

a/n: wow, another exes Jimin drabble…is this a sign I need to write an exes Jimin story

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You never thought you’d be in this position again…all cozy, wrapped up in Jimin’s arms on this Sunday morning. The sun comes in through the blinds in soft, unforgiving waves. Your eyes blinking repeatedly, taking in your surroundings. Yeah, you didn’t expect this. Being in bed with Park Jimin. Your ex-boyfriend.

Last night was a wild ride, for sure. All of your friends in one place, enjoying Jungkook’s house for his birthday party. Everyone was drunk off their asses, including you. Shot after shot, mixed drink after mixed drink. Your pounding head lets you know how badly you fucked up. But the soreness between your legs and your naked state lets you know even more how badly you fucked up.

You’re about to shimmy your way out of his grasp and rise from the bed when his arms pull you in tighter. Jimin’s soft, thick lips peck at your neck, kissing you so tenderly.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Jimin’s warm breath tickles the sensitive skin of your neck. “Not trying to run away, are you?” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, a smile you can only imagine that plays at his face.

“Jimin…” you slowly close your eyes as continues to kiss you. “We…”

“I meant what I said last night.” He doesn’t let you finish…or even begin really. “I miss you.”

You open your eyes again and sigh out, his words making you feel strange. You don’t remember that.

“And when did you say that?” you decide to ask, disappointment in your voice.

“You…?” Jimin detaches himself from you, lifting his head to get a look at your face, a frown decorating his features. “You don’t remember our conversation last night?”

You scrunch your brows together as you take a look at him, wondering what sort of conversation you two had last night. But then your eyes spot the many blooming hickeys across his neck, you have a solid idea.

“We were drunk.” You say quietly. “So I don’t remember too much.” Your admission making Jimin’s lips pull downward. “But…” your eyes drop down to his exposed chest and abs, “You can remind me.”

“How should I remind you?” he laughs suddenly, “Give you a play by play of our conversation? Or were you hoping I show you how things went?” he raises a single brow and looks at you knowingly. “We said some pretty heavy things.” His eyes bore into yours, his playful expression shifting into something more serious. “You said you still lo—”

“Okay!” you cut him off with your shrill voice. “No need to remind me actually.”

Jimin scoffs, a smirk showing itself.

“Aren’t you curious how I responded?”

“Not really. Considering why we broke up I can imagine how you responded.”

Jimin bites on his bottom lip, his eyes leaving yours as he finds something new to focus on. “I told you I love you too.” He blurts out. “And then we…” he gestures between your bodies.

“We?” you look at him, your eyes twinkling with something he hasn’t seen in a while.

“I can show you again.” His hand comes to your cheek, caresses it before leaning into you. “It’s early, the house is quiet.” He says, “Everyone’s probably still asleep…”

“Jimin…” You close your eyes again, “You’re the one who has trouble staying quiet.” You remind him.

“You just make me feel so good.” He whispers, leaning closer and closer. “I lose my mind when I’m with you.”

“I’m sore.” You open your eyes to gaze into his, “So maybe not an exact repeat of last night.”

“I can go as soft as you want babe.” He inches closer, his lips now barely touching yours. “I can make you cream this cock no matter how hard I go on you.”

“Jimin.” You part your lips, his name coming out in a whiny moan. “Jimin.”

His hands come to your jaw as he pulls you in, his lips smooshing into yours for a kiss so sweet. He begins moving his plush lips over yours, the sounds of lips smacking against one another filling the room. Finally, you feel the wetness of his tongue poke out between his lips, prodding its way into your mouth.

You welcome him, your own tongue sliding between his parted mouth. You play with his tongue so sinfully, the wet, slippery muscle dancing so erotically with yours. He grunts into your mouth as his hands slide down your sides, he gropes your breasts on the way down.

His hand finds your hip and he is slowly trying to turn you over on your other side, his lips leaving yours and traveling down your neck.

“Flip over for me babe.” His husky voice tells you he’s getting so worked up. You do as he says and turn over to face the wall, your back against his chest, your ass shoving itself so pleasantly into his crotch.

“Feel that?” he whispers into your ear. “Feel what you do to me?” He grinds himself into you, his hardening length pushing up against your ass cheeks. “Just kissing you and I am a goner.”

His hand reaches over your hips until his fingers are skidding across your skin, dipping lower and lower until his fingers meet your wet heat. His head falls forward, biting your shoulder as he groans in satisfaction.

“I see I affect you too.” he starts sliding his fingers between your folds, “You’ve always been so ready for me.”

You whimper when he starts rubbing lazy circles around your bundle of nerves, the action working you up so smoothly. Your hips swiveling, your breaths sharp, your ass backing into his cock.

“I want you.” You release a shaky breath, “I need you.”

“You love me?” he rubs your clit slowly, “Because according to drunk y/n you are so fucking in love with me.”

You lightly gasp when you feel two of his fingers enter your hole, they push in and out of you like he has all day.

“Because I feel that way too.” He rasps out, “I’ve missed you so much. I was an idiot for breaking up with you.” His fingers move a little faster now.

“Need you, Jimin.” You whine, “Need you to fill me up.”

Jimin nods his head approvingly, his fingers leaving your pussy. He reaches for his member, his hard, leaking member and pumps it a few times, rolling his head back.

“Condom?” he whines out, touching himself still.

“No.” you moan, “Want to feel you.”

Jimin’s right hand continues to pump his cock as his other hand reaches for your leg, he guides your leg to drape over his own, opening you up for him.

“Going to fuck you babe.” He takes his cock and lines it up with your entrance, you shiver when you feel his tip playing at your hole.

“Please, Jimin.” You moan as quietly as possible, “Want to feel you.”

Jimin slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you, your walls accepting him after a few moments. He breathes erratically, his senses in overdrive as he feels you clench around him. He pushes inside you further and further until he has his entire cock buried in you.

“Ugh….” Jimin slams his eyes shut, you’re sucking him in. Your tight hole causing him to feel so much pleasure.

Jimin is great with his hips, he knows how to use them. The way he slides out of you and grinds back into you has you gritting your teeth. He controls his movements so fucking expertly, his cock finding your special spots with every tender thrust.

“Keep this pace.” You sigh out, your hands balling up the sheets. “Feels so good.”

Jimin’s hard member moves inside you so sinfully slow, the way it brushes against your g spot making you curl your toes.

“Want my fingers too babe?” he breathes out roughly, “Just want you to feel good.”

“Please…” you start rocking your own hips back into his, the pleasure building up so deliciously.

Jimin’s fingers find you again, they slip and slide, rubbing around your soaked clit. You try to keep your moans quiet but the way Jimin is whining, you find yourself unable to stay quiet.

“A little faster now.” You pant out, your eyes squeezing shut. “A little harder.”

Jimin’s hips rock back and forth with more force, his skin slapping against your skin more roughly. His fingers pressing down harder, adding needed pressure to get you closer to your orgasm.

“Ah, fuck.” You cry out, “Harder.” you begin to beg, your walls squeezing him so tightly.

“I’m going to come babe.” Jimin’s hips slam into yours now, the pace faster, harder as he reaches inside you deeper and deeper.

“Close?” he whimpers.

“Yes….”

Jimin fucks into you with his precise movements, his hips never stopping, never giving up as he brings you pleasure. You feel your insides become a gooey mess as you start to come, your legs shaking slightly. You cry out over and over, repeating his name like a prayer.

“Where should I come?” he moans out, “Please…inside you.” His muscles begin tensing,

“Yes!” you scream as you finally reach the peak of your orgasm. Jimin grinds his hips into yours more powerfully now as he comes, his hips finally slowly down again as he fills you up.

He rides out both of your highs by lazily thrusting his cum deep within you, his movements not stopping. It’s slow now but you’re quick to feel another orgasm approaching. The feeling too much, so fucking overwhelming but you push through.

“You feel so good babe…” Jimin groans, “Come for me again.” He says as his fingers work their magic on you again as he grinds himself into you.

And you do. You reach another high, your eyes rolling around in your head as you come all around his cock. The way he pushes in and out of you making your vision go white.

“Fuck.” You drag out the word as he starts sliding out of you, “I missed you.” You pant, “So fucking much.”

“Me too babe.” Jimin’s head falls forward onto your shoulder, “Maybe we can start over.”

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Note: I know I haven’t been very active lately, but until my next fic, have this :).

Therapy

Pairing: Ethan Winters x F!Reader.

Warnings: smut, blow job, cheating, masturbation.

Ethan was laying in the psychiatrist’s office on the same couch he has been sitting for the past few months. The last years on his life were hell. He didn’t get out in one piece after the Duvley incident, both physically and mentally. The constant moving, the military training, it was all too much for him to handle. His life took an upside down turn. Too add more to his suffering, his relationship with Mia became more and more distant. He constantly had a feeling that she was hiding something for him, but she won’t open up about it, facing a rough rejection whenever he tried to open the subject. Certain thoughts pushed him to seek help.

The psychiatrist finally showed up, pulling him out of his small meditation, and greeted him with her cheerful demeanor. A wide, bright, smile that captured his attention from the first session. Her kindness didn’t come unnoticed by the attention starved man. Session after session, he moved his attention to other parts of her body. He took an interest in her hands. Delicate fingers wrapped in rings, alongside with colorful manicure, He couldn’t remember when Mia was this feminine.

Despite his efforts, he finally let his gaze to fall on “forbidden” parts, specifically her cleavage. He would blush like a schoolgirl whenever his eyes would meet her perky breasts that were sticking out her blouse.

Maybe it was in his head, but after some time it followed the shy touches that invaded more and more his persona space. Ethan was pretty sure he didn’t need therapy, since the discussions broke the barrier of professionalism long ago, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to know if there were subtle hints, or just his imagination.

Ethan would go home then and continue his life. He would talk normally to Mia, eat, read, and do whatever he had scheduled, then take a shower and go to bed. The only thing that is different usually happens before closed door, behind the curtains of the shower. Hot steam and the sound of running water hides the moans of Ethan as he runs his calloused hand over his erect shaft, picturing his psychiatrist in action. His mind replace his own hand with the delicate touch of his doctor, her fingers going up and down squeezing every inch of his length. In that fog he tries to picture her in front of him, the water dripping slowly between her breasts, down her belly button, everywhere where he dreams to touch. He supports himself with one hand and the other increases the speed, his fantasies washing away as he release the tension.

It’s not like he was very sexually active before, so Mia didn’t notice the lack of attention from him. The meds she was taking didn’t make Mia more talkative. Ethan had to face the truth, his wife died in Louisiana. He would cast away these thoughts, and began to think of his doctor as a way to cope. Mia didn’t even care when he would jack off next to her some nights.

Since the therapy started to do more harm than good lately, he decided it was time for a break. Doctor y/n made her entrance as usual, with a confident posture, wide, bright smile, and her floral perfume that invaded the room. Ethan relaxed, as usual, every part of his soul just craving the sweet, sweet touch of his doctor one last time before he would call off their meetings.

“What’s wrong Ethan?” She noticed something was wearing him.

“It’s...Mia.” The doctor sat next to him, and slowly progressed closer and closer, making sure not to alert him.

“What happened, did you two fight again?” He didn’t noticed how close she was to him now, touching his leg with hers, feeling the warmth of her body.

He didn’t know what to say. Ethan knew he was lying, but it was too hard to break up with someone who he didn’t even date.

“Look at me.” She moved two delicate fingers to cup his chin so she can pull his face closer to her. It was in that moment he realized how closer they were, and he instantly panicked pulling away immediately.

“This, this is wrong.”

“Why is that?” She said as she was descending down on her knees, spreading his legs to make some space for her body.

With a shocked expression he watched as the woman who was now between his legs begged with her eyes for his consent. He allowed her to unzip him and unbuckle his belt, releasing his half erect shaft already, holding it in her hand. Ethan nodded.

“Chris told me to take care of you.” She moved her head forward, not breaking eyes contact, and took his wet tip between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the man’s precum, and slowly she made her way down his length. His cock was getting harder in her mouth, exciting her more. Ethan was in the point he wasn’t able to form words anymore, and was struggling to hold his moans with on hand. The sight of his psychiatrist between his legs was something he never dreamed of happened in reality.

The doctor stopped her actions and slapped Ethan’s hand away from his mouth.

“I want to hear you sweetie. There is no one left except the two of us. Why do you think I placed out meetings so late.”

She went back at worshiping his cock, and Ethan was slowly building confidence. He suppressed his moans, being stuck in his throat, but the doctor had her ways. She decided to go a little harsh on him, so she suddenly took all his length in her mouth. When the tip hit the back of her throat, Ethan finally released the moans that the doctor was so desperate to hear.

She rested one hand on his lower abdomen, playing with his happy trail, while the other was worshiping his balls. A mix of saliva and cum started to drip down his shaft as she moved her mouth up and down,making it easier to play with his cock. Her hand cupped, squeezed and toyed with his balls while his cock was coating her throat with its salty leakage. Feeling his member throb, she pulled out, with saliva dripping down her chin.

“How bad do you want to cum, Mister Winters.” She said while her wide tongue was making its way to the tip. Silence.

“Our session ended long ago. I can let you leave and go back to your wife.” Another lick. Beads of precum appear as she moved her tongue to lick underneath the tip, not too fast, but enough to stimulate him.

“I-I want you...” It’s all he could said with his shaky voice.

She went to the couch and kneeled on the place next to him, while lifting her skirt to expose her cunt covered in black thongs and a pair of fragile pantyhose.

“Please Ethan...” She could’ve taken the lead, but she wanted to see if he had any dominant side.

He didn’t know what to do. It was the first time after a long period that a woman showed this much interest in him. Unsure, he pressed his thumbs over the wet spot, rubbed, but he wasn’t consistent with his movements.

“Just ripe them off already.” And she pushed backwards her hips a little to give the man some courage. Ethan tore the thin fabric with his fingers, then pulled her panties aside to see her core. It was perfect, dripping wet, swollen, all ready for him. His fingers got in with ease, and finally all her “come on Ethan” whispers stopped and were replaced with shy moans.

“Who’s shy now? C’mon, let me hear you.” He pressed his big thumb over her puffy clit and rubbed in circular motions, which made her very vocal. Meanwhile, knuckle deep inside, his fingers were making scissor like motions.

Ethan’s confidence increased with every moan. When she felt her walls contracting around his fingers, he pulled out and placed his cock at her entrance, which slipped in with ease. With a quick thrust he filled her up and began to pump in her without wasting a second. Wet sounds and claps filled the room whenever his ballsack would hit her cunt. She dig her nails into the couch as he was thrusting with his full length. Feeling her around him made Ethan realize how much he missed it. He was ecstatic, he allowed the pleasure to flow through his body. He tried his best to make it last longer, but his balls kept tightening, the pressure on his abdomen became unbearable, and with a moan he released his load deep inside her.

“I’m-“

“It’s alright Ethan.” The doctor raised to face Ethan, feeling his fresh, hot cum dripping down her thighs. He took his arms and placed them around her waist. After, she put her head on his shoulder, letting all her weight in his embrace. “Hold me like that.”

Ethan was dazed. He knew he had to go home, but he allowed himself to stay in that position a few more minutes.

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[oilivia]

"You wore that just for me?" - Tsukishima x Reader

a/n: reposting this as i had to take it down due to the banner. this fic is an edited and mostly rewritten old piece and it’s one of my favorites! smut after the cut.

tw: hard dom Tsukki, s/m dynamic, degradation, dumbification, rough oral (m receiving), fingering, overstim, mindbreak, aftercare

wordcount: 2.4k

"You're such a needy slut. I bet your cunt is already drenched and I haven't even touched you yet." You knew you were in trouble from the way Tsukishima smirked,  a devilish glint in his eyes. "What, cat got your tongue, little baby? You want me so much that you won't even wait for your dessert to arrive?"

"Kei, what if someone hears you? Y-You shouldn't say things like these in public," your cheeks felt on fire, his words stirring something deep in your core. You rubbed your thighs together under the table to relieve a bit of the pressure, your needy cunt aching to be touched. Even that little bit of friction felt so good, but you needed more. 

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, I can see your legs shifting. I know you're trying to get off. And you say I'm the pervert? Aren't you scared they'll notice how hungry you are for my cock?" You felt his hand rub your knee, his fingers pinching painfully at your exposed skin. "Tell me, baby, would you rather have the chocolate mousse or my fingers fucking you deep inside your cunt?"

You knew when you got dressed for your date that your outfit was going to drive Tsukishima crazy. It was his favorite color and the cut of the dress hugged your hips just right. But you still didn't expect him to start teasing you like this in the middle of the restaurant. His words were sending shivers down your spine directly to your core and the last thing you wanted was for people to notice how flustered you were. 

"I don't think it's polite to leave before our order arrives, Kei." There was a note of hesitation in your voice and judging by the grin on his face, you could tell he noticed. You hoped he’d let it go, but you knew him better than that. Oh, he would use every last bit of ammunition. You braced yourself, his grip on your knee tightening, nails digging into the supple skin just enough to pull a soft mewl from you. 

"So you think it's more polite to parade that shapely ass of yours in that low-cut dress, hmm? I can perfectly see your every curve, you could as well be naked." How you wished you could wipe that confident smirk off his face. But you couldn't, not when you could barely look at him, too embarrassed to hold his teasing gaze for more than a few seconds. "Tell me, did you wear that dress so everyone could see how much of a slut you are, or did you just want to get my attention?"

"Kei, I thought you would like it," you confessed reluctantly after a moment, your eyes darting to his to gauge his reaction. He looked pleased. Too pleased.

Tsukishima lifted his hand from your leg and grinned, a hint of something darker in his tone as he spoke “I’ll ask for the check and for the dessert to go. I think someone needs to learn what happens when they try to tease me.”

He ordered a taxi and the whole way to your apartment his fingers would wander up and down your leg, getting closer and closer to the hem of your panties. Whenever you looked up at him though, Tsukishima was looking out the window with a disinterested look on his face.

 He feigned indifference so well that you would think the way he played with you did nothing for him. But you could see the outline of his cock twitching in his pants whenever he brushed his hand against the cloth separating it from your heat. If only he moved his fingers a little bit up so it would graze your clit. You wanted his touch so badly you thought you were going crazy. 

Still, he gave you no satisfaction. But once inside your apartment, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to his chest, tightening his arms around you. You gulped. “Where do you think you’re running to, baby? There’s no getting out of this. You wanted my attention and now you got it, pretty little slut. Yeah, you know just what you're doing strutting that ass around, don't play coy now."

He released his hold on you, but before you could do anything he grabbed you by your hair, commanding in a saccharine tone "Now, be a good girl and get on your knees, I know how desperate you are for my cock.”

You felt your folds grow wetter at his words. You knew he was right, you were a slut. Otherwise, why would the way he degraded you make you into such a needy mess? Why did you want so badly to push him, to have him take control of you?

"I need to get changed Kei, can’t this wait a bit?” You knew that disobeying him when he was in this mood spelled punishment for you, but punishment was exactly what you craved. You wanted him to use you, make you his little sex toy. 

“Now, now, you know what happens to whores who talk back, don’t you?” in a flash his hand was between your legs, middle finger probing at your covered slit. “I can already feel how soaked you are. Don’t try to play me, we both know you want to choke on my cock.” His other hand reached for your neck and with a sadistic smile on his face he clasped his fingers around it painfully, cutting your blood flow. “Tell me, will you get on your knees or do I have to make you?”

You let out a whimper, making a desperate attempt to nod. He loved seeing you like this, his smart and beautiful girl reduced to a dumb slut at his fingertips. The way your eyes widened and your mouth opened and closed without making a sound, pliant body shaking and squirming, it sent pleasurable jolts to his cock. 

Once he finished admiring you, he released your neck, eyes still locked on yours as he started to unzip his pants, freeing his erection. You kneeled, looking up at him “Open your mouth and suck it”. Without putting up any resistance you parted your lips, taking his throbbing cock inside your hot mouth. His precum coated your tongue and his scent filled your nostrils. It was intoxicating, you felt your panties getting drenched with your juices.

He grabbed your hair, pushing you deeper against his shaft, making you choke on his length. Your neck hurt, burning from the way he choked you. His tip hit the back of your throat with each thrust and he roughly pulled at your hair, fucking your face with little regard for how it felt for you. He was using you. But why was it tuning you on? You wanted him to touch you, craved to feel more of him, wanted to be used. But mostly you wanted him to help you alleviate some of the pressure that had been piling up in your core for the past hour.

“Don’t assume I don’t know what you want, baby. I can see you looking at me with those pleading eyes, like a famished little cockslut. Is pleasing me not doing enough for your hungry cunt, hmm?” you whimpered at his words, his pace picking up “If you want me to indulge you, show me that you’re a good girl. Take my whole cock down that slutty throat of yours and I’ll make you cum.”

After a couple more minutes, Tsukishima stopped his thrusts with a smirk and let you take control of the movements. You braced yourself, taking his cock deeper and deeper, inch by inch, desperate to please him. Tears welled up in your eyes from the strain and before long they were running down your face, ruining your perfect makeup. He pulled his length out of your abused throat and cooed, cupping your cheeks with a twisted smile “Now, that’s my good little slut. It wasn't that hard now, was it? Go lie on the bed and wait – no touching yourself.”

A few moments later he was between your legs, fingers brushing your thighs as you moaned, his feathery touches setting your skin ablaze. “K-Kei, I-I need you, p-please, I can’t t-take the teasing. I-I need more!” you begged as your hands gripped the sheets.

“Tsk, tsk, you should know by now that telling me not to tease you will just make me want to tease you more. I'm disappointed, I thought you would be smarter than this. I have nothing else to do tonight and I can just stay here and touch, fondle, kiss and fuck you to the brink of orgasm until you’re begging for me to make you cum and then stop. Rinse and repeat. I know I said I will reward you, but I didn’t say I would be making it easy for you, no, no, no,” he chuckled.

Reaching the hem of your panties he pulled them down, slowly, making sure to leave lingering touches on your skin with each movement. Every one of his movements and actions were designed to drive you insane. You were beginning to regret wearing that dress.

You felt a finger gently brush against your clit and then slowly sliding between your sopping folds. “K-Kei, please," you cried loudly, the ache in your core becoming unbearable. The pain in your abused throat dulled, the pleasure in your cunt overshadowing it. 

“You’re fucking drenched. So pathetic. You’ll make a mess of the sheets at this pace. Are you sure you don’t just want me to stop?” He laughed at the way your eyes widened, tears threatening to spill once more.

“P-please, Kei, I don’t care about the sheets,” you pleaded. You needed this, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take before your sanity slipped from you. 

Gathering your slick, he pushed the finger slowly inside you, feeling each ridge of your walls as they instantly started tightening around it.

“Don’t tell me you’re such a needy slut that you’re coming from just my finger. I’ll have to punish you in a different way then," he shoved another finger inside you, picking up the pace while his thumb was rubbed at your clit. You came undone in moments, moans erupting from your lips, body thrashing violently as your juices spilled all over Tsukishima’s hand and on the bed. Still, he didn’t slow down, finger-fucking you through your orgasm. He was nothing if not determined to break you tonight.

Without letting up, he leaned over you, taking a clothed nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling over the sensitive bud before he sank his teeth into the soft flesh. You screamed, you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening more and more, the high from your previous climax barely having passed.

“P-please, slow down, it’s too much,” your words were barely intelligible between the mix of moans and cries. Tsukishima didn't care anyways. You were responding so nicely to him, your body going into overdrive and he didn't even put his cock inside you yet.

Adding a third digit, he sped up his pace stretching your walls even more. “K-Kei” you cried out his name as an orgasm washed over you once more, your body contracting violently beneath Tsukishima. You could barely control your muscles, your eyes shut close and tongue falling out of your open mouth. 

“I hope you’re ready for the main course, baby. I’ll use that cunt of yours, watch how it desperately sucks in my cock. You're so pathetic, I wonder if I'll even feel anything with how fucking wet you are.” 

You were delirious, barely making out his words. Popping his fingers out of your sopping hole, he cleaned them on the already messy sheets and placed your shaking legs on his shoulders. “I think you had enough of a break, what do you say?” he chuckled as he pushed his length inside you. You loved it, the mix of pain and pleasure from the stretch. He knew you couldn't answer, but talking to you while he fucked you dumb was giving him a twisted satisfaction. He relished watching you struggle to understand what he said, too busy taking his fat cock up your cunt.

Your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, eyes rolling at the back of your head with each thrust, hands frantically gripping the sheets, desperately trying to steady yourself as the array of sensations was overtaking your body. Tsukishima’s thumb was back on your clit, rubbing, your walls clenching around his cock and milking as you kept cumming and cumming around it. He reached out his hand, palm clasping firmly around your neck once more.

“Dumb sluts don’t need air, do they, baby? They just need to be railed, fucked until cock is the only thing left on their mind. How many times have you cum already, four? Five? You enjoy it when I choke you? Like giving me complete control over you, hmm?” soft whimpers were all you could muster, your body too sensitive.

You felt Tsukishima’s cock getting harder inside you, his cockhead smacking your cervix. You were spent and your mind was blank, consciousness slipping, but your cunt was still reacting to his cock moving in and out of you, still squeezing him with each thrust. Through the haziness you felt your climax approaching and bursting yet again as his movements came to a halt. Hot cum spilled from your overused cunt, mixed with your own juices. 

He released his hold on your neck and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He collapsed on top of you, trying to shift his weight so he wouldn’t crush your much smaller body under him. Your chests were heaving, exhaustion settling in your bones. 

Tsukishima lightly brushed the hair from your face, placing it behind your ear. “You did so good, baby," he cooed, voice soft and a gentle smile on his face. "I’ll come clean you up and then move you to the couch so  I can change the sheets. Then, we can cuddle, okay?" You nodded, barely aware of what was happening around you.

 "Was I too rough?" he asked later after he got under the sheets next to you.

"No, I would've used the safe word," your voice was laced with exhaustion as you spoke. He cradled you in his arms, gently rocking your body and planting sweet kisses on your hair. His good girl.

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[arrowflier]

Can we get another 'baby'? 🙈

I hope you meant as a pet name, because that's what I went for!

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Mickey couldn’t pin down when it had happened, but apparently “baby” was a thing Ian called him now.

Most of the time, Ian was just being a sap.

"Hey, wake up, sleepyhead," Ian had whispered into Mickey's ear just that morning.  He’d kissed behind it when Mickey groaned, run a hand through his husband’s dark hair.

“No,” Mickey grumbled into his pillow.  Or rather, into Ian’s pillow, his own cold and empty across the bed.  “Sleepin’.”

The mattress dipped as Ian climbed back onto the bed behind him, balancing on one elbow to hover over him.  Mickey relaxed into the shadow Ian’s body created, until Ian started nuzzling at his jaw like a damn cat.

“Stop sniffin’ me, you freak,” Mickey muttered, trying and failing to slap him away.  Ian captured his hand easily, forcing Mickey to roll over and look up at him.

“Can’t,” Ian murmured, face just inches away.  “I like the way you smell, baby.”

And Mickey would deny it if anyone ever asked, but he had practically melted into the sheets at the tone in Ian’s voice when he said that stupid word.

Because whenever Ian called Mickey baby, his voice was full of love.

Sometimes, Ian said it to be silly.

“Damn, baby,” he’d said once with a whistle.  “Work that ass.”

Mickey had stopped what he was doing to stare at him, completely caught off guard.

“The fuck you just say?” he asked, straightening up from the floor with one of Franny’s old dolls in one hand and some dirty clothes in the other.

“What?” Ian asked back innocently.  “You look good today, that’s all.”

Mickey raised an eyebrow at him.

“Really,” he asked flatly.  “I’m wearing puke-stained sweats and pickin’ up after a kid that ain’t ours, and you think it’s a good time to catcall me from the fuckin’ sofa?”

Ian bit his lip, then shrugged.

“Yes?” he answered, and ducked when Mickey threw the doll at his head.

“Oh c’mon, you know you love it!” he called out after Mickey as his husband left the room in a snit.

“Baby,” he had added in a singsong voice, and hadn’t managed to duck fast enough when the laundry went the same way as the doll.

But one thing was certain: Ian only ever said it in private.  It was something just for them, something personal.  Mickey didn’t mind being Ian’s baby as long as it was just between them.

Until now, when he decided a family dinner was a good time to break out the fucking pet names.

“Mickey, baby, pass me the salt?”

Mickey froze.  And so did everyone else.

“Did he just call you--” Lip started, only to be cut off by everyone else speaking at once.

“Aw, that’s cute Ian.”

“You let him say shit like that?”

“Wow, losin’ your cred there cuz.”

“Why don’t you ever call me baby?”

“You know it’s really infantilizing to--”

“Shut up!” Mickey roared over them all, and astonishingly, they complied.

“Ian, what the hell?” he asked in the sudden silence.  “Since when do you call me that around your fuckin’ family?”

He winced when he realized he just revealed that Ian calls him that in private, not needing to look across the table to know that Lip had a stupid smirk on his face.

But he did look at Ian, and Ian looked upset.

“Sorry,” Ian muttered, dropping his fork onto his plate.  “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Then he was pushing away from the table, and walking hurriedly up the stairs to their room.

“Shit,” Mickey said under his breath, then turned a glare on the still-quiet table.  “Not a fucking word,” he threatened, before bonding up the stairs after his husband.

He found him sitting on their bed, staring at the wall.

“Hey,” Mickey said cautiously.  “You alright, man?”

Ian didn’t look at him.  

“Not really,” he admitted.  “Just found out you hate it when I call you babe, and I do it all the time, so...”

Mickey sighed, and sat next to them, scooting closer until their thighs touched.

“I don’t hate it, Ian,” he said.  He watched Ian’s face from under his lashes, and put a hand on his leg.

“Kind of the opposite, actually.”

“Really?” Ian asked, looking hopeful.  “Because that’s not the idea you gave me just now.”

“Yeah, well,” Mickey started, thumbing his nose.  “You’ve never said it in front of people before, it was weird.”

“Weird bad?” Ian asked, and Mickey squeezed his knee.

“Nah, just weird,” he answered.  “I, uh...I always kinda thought it was just for us, you know?  The way you say it sometimes, man...” he trailed off.

Ian twisted to face him, putting a hand on his chin and tilting it up.

“How do I say it?” he asked quietly.

Mickey smiled.

“Like it means the fuckin’ world to you.”

“Because it does,” Ian whispered, eyes soft.  “You don’t get it Mickey, I never thought we’d have this.  And sometimes I just want to...to call you cute names, and hold your hand, and remind myself that it’s real.”

Mickey licked his lips, and leaned closer.

“It’s real,” he assured.  “Really, really fuckin’ real.”

Ian kissed him, once, and pulled back.

“So...I can call you baby whenever I want?” he asked with a grin, and Mickey rolled his eyes.

“I have a better idea.”

When they came back down the stairs, linked hands swinging between them, no one even pretended to not be paying attention.  But instead of addressing any of them, Mickey turned to Ian instead.

“Go sit down, baby,” he said with a smirk.  “I’ll reheat our plates.”

He smacked his beaming husband on the ass as he walked by, ignoring Lip’s fake retching and everyone else’s confused expressions.

It was Ian’s turn to be somebody’s baby, for a while.

[chaoswithinstars]

fallen from grace [Tomioka G.]

CW: blood, biting, demon!reader, dom!reader

When you were turned into a demon, Giyuu was certain you would be like the rest of them. He had no hope and was fully prepared to take your life, to end your suffering as a bloodthirsty animal but you ran, faster and stronger because of your human blood still racing through your veins. He searched for you, interrogated other demons for years until he stopped seeing the point. Giyuu tried so hard not to think of you, pushing his memories of your time together into the furthest reaches of his mind until he met the siblings, seen the girl protect her human brother. That tiny flame of hope Giyuu tucked away in his soul became a wildfire and all thoughts of you came rushing back along with heartbreaking yearning for your gentle touch.

He started searching once again, efforts tripled until he finally found you. He found you at a lakeside, sitting on a mossy rock and humming a familiar tune. You looked like a goddess, framed by idyllic forest and the fireflies dancing in the night. You didn't change much. Your hair was longer, tips crimson, your eyes were no longer that brilliant shade you loved the most as a human but you were still all soft curves and gentle smiles. You looked at him as if he was all that you've been waiting for, like he was the one who ran away.

Giyuu has always been a good man. Silent, strong and smart, talented with a sword. He was admirable but somewhat oblivious to how other people perceived him. Not to you though. With you, he couldn't hide himself, shove back his desires and darkest thoughts. With you, Giyuu let himself sink into depravity. Maybe it was your demon nature or maybe it was because he remembered you from before- bright smiles, silver tongue and strength hidden beneath a fluffy exterior. Giyuu didn't know nor did he particularly care. Especially now that he has finally found you.

"You're beautiful." Giyuu didn't know what prompted him to break the silence nor why those were the first words to come from his mouth. He was enchanted by your appearance, by your graceful movements as you beckoned him closer. You were still humming that alluring tune, voice so lovely that it resonated somewhere deep in his soul, settling down what little urge to kill you he had.

Maybe it's your presence, that enchanting voice or the alluring scents of nature (of you) that made Giyuu drop all of his walls down. After all, most of his life has been spent in search of you and now that he found you… Why couldn't he let himself enjoy this moment of happiness, a moment so rare in the life of a demon slayer? Giyuu reached out towards you and you took Giyuu's hands in yours, pulling him closer and into your embrace. His lovely blue eyes traced each part of your face, memorizing that which he was already familiar with from a lifetime before. Giyuu was warm in your arms, sinking against your body like a doll whose strings were cut off. You smiled, lips framing your sharp teeth.

"And you're looking as tasty as ever, slayer." Your words made Giyuu's thoughts swim, disconnected. He could not think of anything else but you, making you happy, giving everything he is to you. "I've watched you, little mouse, seen you fight my kind and it made me ravenous."

Giyuu shuddered at your words and yet did nothing. He let you nuzzle his neck, lick a strip up to his jaw. You nibbled on his soft skin, tempting yourself with a taste of his flesh. And yet, Giyuu wasn't afraid. He yearned for more, for a revival of heated memories when you two were the same, when you were both human and weak, equal before the gods.

"It isn't often that a snack enters my den all by himself. Usually, there's more of you wretched humans disturbing my oasis." You speak, breath warm and tickling Giyuu's ear. Your hands pull him onto your lap, making him straddle you. Giyuu looks down at you, brain foggy from all sensations you brought on. "But you, little mouse, you're different. Makes me want to keep you like a good pet."

Giyuu allows you to pull him in for a kiss. It's hunger and fire, consuming him until he feels like nothing will be left of him. He grabs onto your shoulders, nails digging into your clothes as he struggles with himself, with the instincts urging him to rut against you, to moan and beg. Your claws slice through his clothes with ease, baring his skin to the cool air, to your own wandering hands. Giyuu gasps, ripping his mouth away from yours, out of breath. Your name echoes off the trees as you lavish his neck and chest with licks and bites, leaving marks on his pale skin. You break skin with your teeth on his chest, drawing blood. He whimpers as you lick it up then suck on the tiny wound. It's odd and dangerous but still a thrill Giyuu doesn't want to miss out on.

"What a good boy you are." It's a coo, a praise wrapped in a patronizing tone Giyuu usually hated but didn't mind now because it came from you. "Such a good snack, not struggling when I indulge a little taste."

You look into his eyes as your touches become more daring, lips still smiling even as your eyes devoured all of Giyuu's reactions. Giyuu's head fell back once you grasped his dick, fingers wrapping almost too hard around his length but a little pain was good as long as you were touching him.

"Look at me." You commanded and Giyuu obeyed immediately, eyes wide at your harsh tone. He didn't want you to be mad, to stop the movements of your hand. "What kind of a slayer are you? Wanting to fuck a demon of all things. You're messed up, aren't you? Don't worry, I won't tell, it's our little secret."

Giyuu felt his eyes tear up. It's been years since he last cried but your words struck a cord even as he felt pleasure from your hand and the tone of your voice. He felt so ashamed of himself. Indeed, what kind of a slayer was he?

"Are you going to cry, little mouse?" You laughed, hand moving faster over his dick. "I wonder what your friends would say if they could see you now. They'd probably laugh at you. Or maybe some would join me in my fun and we could all have a turn with you."

Giyuu whimpered, teeth clenched over his lips. The thoughts you put in his head were tempting, far too much for him.

"You're so close, aren't you?" You ask, knowing full well that it won't take long before Giyuu broke apart. "Don't worry, you can cum whenever you want."

Giyuu fucked into your fist, enjoying the squeeze of your fingers, every teasing pass over his leaking head, your demeaning yet arousing words. It didn't take that long for him to spill all over your hand, making a mess. A mess you happily fed to him until there was nothing left.

"On your knees, slayer." You ordered, pushing him out of your lap to his knees. Giyuu watched as you stripped, showing yourself off and he wondered what he did to deserve such a treat. Your body seemed to glow with some inner light, once again reminding Giyuu of a goddess. You were terrifying in your beauty and all Giyuu could think of was worshiping every inch of your being. "Good boy."

You sat back on your rock, straightening your left leg until your foot was on Giyuu's shoulder and he placed his trembling hand on your joint. He could feel your eyes on him as he kissed your leg, slowly moving upward until your knee was hooked over his shoulder. Giyuu looked up at you, eyes seeking permission to go further and a moan broke from him as you nodded. He dived in between your legs, arms over your thighs as he kissed then licked and sucked at all the right places of your pussy. Your taste was exquisite, like ambrosia sent down from heavens. Your scent was heady and your soft sighs like music to him.

You praised him, one hand gentle in his hair, pushing him further into you. Giyuu thought that he could die right now, with no regrets, just because he made you feel like this. You were so wet, so warm and sweet… Giyuu couldn't get enough. You cried out when his fingers, rough from sword handling, entered you, moving first slowly then faster until you were grinding against Giyuu's face, panting as you came closer to the edge. Giyuu looked up at you from between your legs, eyes focused on the ecstasy on your face. He curled his fingers inside of you, pressing against that spongy spot inside of you and your thighs locked around his head, keeping him still as you rode out your orgasm.

You hunch over him, pulling his head from between your legs, cradling his face in a gentle hold. Giyuu knows that he probably looks a mess from your arousal, face wet and red, but it was worth the sweet look in your eyes and hunger on your face. He'd let you devour him whole if only that was his last memory.

You push him down, sinking to your knees and straddling his hips. Your hands caress his chest, fingers curling and your claws leave red lines on his skin. Another mark Giyuu would be happy to carry on into his next life. He's out of words and breath when you sink onto him, taking him to the deepest reaches of your body and all he can do is hold onto your hips as you ride him hard and fast. Giyuu knows that you're just using him, that he should be happy that you gave him the honour of feeling your wet heat grip his dick, clench around him.

"Thank you, thank you…" The words tumble out of his mouth, unbidden but truthful. He cums when you laugh at him, when your clawed hand wraps around his throat, squeezing ever so lightly.

You continued riding him, drawing tears from his pretty eyes from overstimulation. You ride him until you've milked him dry and got your fill of ecstasy. A growl rips from somewhere deep in your chest as you cum, grinding down on him to get those little aftershocks of pleasure. Your hand moves from Giyuu's throat, fingers chasing sweat drops on his chest. You lie down on top of him, humming that same tune from before.

Giyuu doesn't particularly care that your teeth are close to his jugular, that you're splitting open his skin to lick up his blood. All he knows and wants is to stay with you, surrounded by your warmth.

"Poor little slayer." You murmur into Giyuu's ear, voice filled with pity and something else Giyuu cannot comprehend. "So many desires unspoken, so many wishes not coming through. Do not worry, I'll take care of you."

The slayer never noticed the miasma descending around you two, just closed his eyes as you sang him to sleep. He looked like a doll as you picked him up, body limp as you carried him up into the trees. You set him up among many other humans in your den but took special care to preserve him.

"My little mouse." You purred, caressing Giyuu's face, tracing his lips. "I'll be good to you, no one will ever find you or hurt you here."