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Needy- I.N X Hyunjin

Plot: I.N is curious and opens a fanfiction about him and his best friend. This leads to him getting very flustered and fucking himself... but what happens when Hyunjin overhears?

Jeongin:

Jeongin lay in bed, everything was quiet. Just peaceful. But for some reason no matter how hard he tried he could not fall asleep. The silence around him was interrupted when he heard a loud ping come from his phone. Well since he is already awake he might as well check what it is. After unlocking his phone he comes to see that it's a new post from a tumblr account he follows. Jeongin was no stranger to tumblr, ever since he became an idol he was always interested in what fans had to say about him, so much so that he decided to make undercover social media accounts. But this time the post seemed different, he was greeted with a long page of writing and a title that read ' I.N X Hyunjin fanfiction' . Of course he had heard of fanfiction but he never actually read any. His curiosity got the better of him and his tired eyes began to scan the words on the page, his cheeks flushing red.

The story:

Hyunjin's tongue swirled around the youngers nipple, earning soft whimpers and moans. This only encouraged him more. His hips began to grind against the maknae's clearly hard cock, the friction making him squirm and beg for more.

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Jeongin:

As story I.N was getting topped by his best friend he could feel his own cock growing. Of course he had thought about this happening. I mean who couldn't? Hyunjin was undeniably attractive, his long soft hair, his sweet voice and plump lips. Everything about him draws you in. But nothing could happen. It's his best friend, he shouldn't be thinking this way. The younger boys imagination was going wild with thoughts of the older man teasing him and making him beg for more, that's when he realised how uncomfortably tight his boxers were. This is so embarrassing. He thought to himself. He had never gotten himself off before. He felt too shameful to even touch himself, even more so now that it was his own best friend making him feel these things.

Soft whimpers left desperate lips as he grinded his erection into his mattress. Ugh fuck it. He couldn't take this anymore. He kicked the restrictive material off and grabbed his sensitive cock that was slick with pre cum. Slowly he moved his hand up and down gasping at the new sensation, he trailed a hand up his chest to toy with his nipples, thoughts about Hyunjin getting dirtier and dirtier by the second. The walls are so thin but he's struggling to keep quiet. He bites onto his pillow desperately trying to muffle the noises that were leaving his mouth.

As hard as he tried to keep the noise down Hyunjin had already heard everything. He lay in his bed next door with his own cock growing hard. He imagined the younger right next door to him with his head thrown back in pleasure. His chest rising heavily and his lips parted and tinted red from biting them so hard to hold back moans. What could have even gotten him so worked up at this time anyway? Then Hyunjin realised. They had spoke about this not so long ago. I.N had never even touched himself before. The week prior the two had been playing never have I ever and they found out that the maknae was even more innocent than they had thought.

This turned the older man on even more. The fact that just next door his best friend is touching himself for the first time. All these new thoughts and feelings rushing through his head.

At this point his cock was achingly hard.

"Ugh mm fuck H-Hyunjinnie."

What was that? Did he seriously moan my name? The man thought to himself.

He couldn't take this anymore. Quietly he made his way to Jeongin's room.

Through a crack in his slightly open door he could see him. His widened eyes fixed on the youngers leaking cock, then to his flushed face with dark hair tossled and stuck to his forehead with sweat. Taking a deep breath he stepped into his room, that's when he noticed him.

But what makes it even worse is that when he opened his eyes a moan of the elders name left his lips.

His face turned crimson with embarrassment before he jumped under his covers trying to hide his exposed body.

"Hyunjin what the fuck!" He yelped in surprise.

The elder just smirked and sat on the edge of his bed.

"What were you doing hm Innie?" His soft voice taunted.

"Isn't it obvious what I was doing?" The younger whined.

"Rather, yes. But I want you to say it with your words Innie."

He smirked as he saw the boy get even redder.

His reply came as a weak whisper.

"I- I was touching myself."

"What were you thinking of?"

Jeongin buried his head in his pillow.

"I was thinking of you"

Hyunjin didn't need to hear anymore.

In one quick motion he took the cover of the shy man causing him to Yelp.

"Ssh baby, I'm gonna help you with your little problem."

He shuddered and bit his lip in anticipation as Hyunjin attached his plump lips to the Youngers sensitive neck leaving soft kisses along the skin.

After a while he began to attack his sweet spot making him pant uncontrollably.

"P-please Hyunjin."

"Patience baby."

Moving down to his chest, Hyunjin trailed bright red hickys leading to his hard nipples before taking one into his mouth and lapping his tongue around the sensitive bud.

Pornographic noises filled the room. Whining, panting, the sound of the elders wet lips hungrily sucking at the youngers nipples.

Gripping the sheets beneath him for some sort of composure Jeongin whined out.

"H-Hyunjin please."

He was too embarrassed to finish his sentence.

"Please what baby?."

Hyunjin looked up at the boy with lust filled eyes.

"Please touch my cock Hyunjinnie."

His face flushed red once again as Hyunjin chuckled and made his way lower down.

Slowly licking across his tip tasting the saltiness and rolling his tongue around it, savouring every whimper that came from the youngers body. At this rate he was going to cum untouched, the noises coming from the man beneath him were almost too much to handle. Trailing hands down to his own cock he began to stoke it at an almost painfully slow pace. Tears left his dark eyes as he took the rest of the boys cock down his throat gagging slightly as it choked him. He began to whimper around his cock in delight as the boy began to buck his hips signalling that he was close.

Just as his cock began to twitch in the elders mouth he pulled off with a loud pop.

"Ugh Jinnie f- what I-" I.N complained between pants.

Hyunjin just chuckled.

"Turn around baby. This will feel even better. Trust me."

Jeongin did as he was told and got onto his hands and knees, arching his back.

His cheeks flushed red as he felt his best friend spread his ass apart admiring his tight hole.

He forced his fingers into the bottoms mouth to cover them with salava before rubbing two slowly against his entrance.

"Have you ever had anything in here before baby boy?"

He asked although he already knew the answer.

He timidly shook his head replying no.

Carefully to not hurt him Hyunjin scissored two fingers slowly into his hole, stretching him out as the boy moaned in pain and pleasure beneath him.

"Does it feel good baby?" He purred, thrusting his fingers at an angle that caused the boy to cry out.

"Hmmm so good Jinnie n-need more."

Hyunjin spat into his own hand and began to stroke his cock, covering it in the slick substance.

Teasingly he rubbed against the entrance before pushing in slowly moaning out at the tightness that surrounded him.

Jeongin whimpered at the size of his best friends cock, the feeling of being filled up made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

His thrusts started slow and steady.

He knew he had to take it easy on him as it was his first time but it took every bone in his body to not just slam into him without any mercy.

"You are taking my cock so well baby. Fuck, feels so good in your tight little ass."

The praise just made Jeongin need more. He grinded his hips down to meet Hyunjin's cock at a faster pace.

"Awe cute, my baby is so needy for daddy's cock."

He picked up the speed wrapping a hand around the younger boys neck as he repeatedly slapped into his prostate.

"Mm f-fuck h-Hyunjin, so good mmh."

He couldn't compose himself anymore.

Profanities left his parted lips as he felt himself reaching his high.

He clenched tightly around the long haired mans cock before releasing with a strangled cry.

The pressure around his cock caused Hyunjin to release inside of the younger man, slowly pulling out as he admired his cum leaking out of the maknae's tight little ass.

The two collapsed panting and whimpering, trying to catch their breath back.

"That was amazing." I.N giggled.

Nuzzling his head against the crook of his best friends neck.

"I never knew our innocent Innie was such a whore in bed!." Hyunjin whispered seductively causing I.N to blush for the hundredth time that night.

"Hey! You are the one that corrupted me."

"Actually if you forgot. You were the one moaning my name and jerking themself off." Hyunjin laughed as a look of horror spread across Jeongin's face.

"I'm tired. Let's sleep idiot."

"Okay whatever you say Innie."

Hyunjin pulled the cover over them before kissing I.N softly on the head.

"Goodnight Innie, I love you."

He whispered. Not long after the two fell asleep in each others embrace.

[parker-bucky]

Hush

(Spencer Reid x female!reader)

Summary: Spencer can’t seem to let you go, and it gets a bit heated at work.

Word count: 2,045

Warnings: SMUT, Fingering, semi public, daddy kink, light choking, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving)

A/N: Hey everyone !! This is the first smut I’ve written so I’d love some feedback, lmk if I forgot any warnings !! Love you guys :)) gif not mine !!

Strong arms holding you close is what you wake up to on an early Tuesday morning. The alarm clock blares loudly and you groan, turning around and nuzzling into the heater-your boyfriend- next to you. He leans over, turning off the alarm clock. You pull him down into a kiss, his body crushing on top of yours.

“Good morning babygirl.” Spencer mumbles into your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to your lips. His lips are soft on yours, slow and steady.

“Hey baby,” you whisper against him. His tongue enters your mouth, exploring. You groan and push him away, leaving a kiss on his neck. “Spence we have to get ready” You attempt to get up but he pulls you back down into him, trailing his lips down your neck.

“Can we just stay here today,” he hugs you tight, hands running down your back. You lick along his collarbone and leave kisses on his chest, humming. He lets out a small groan, pressing you closer.

Finally you are able to get up, with some fussing from Spencer. He follows you to the bathroom, glued to your side. You end up showering together before heading out the door to the bau.

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On the ride there Spencer’s hand rests on your thigh, squeezing and groping. You shoot him a look, knowing all too well that if you do this now you won’t get any release for a long time.

You enter the bullpen, Spencer refusing to let you go. “Extra touchy today, huh?” You wrap him in a bear hug, taking his head and resting it on your shoulder. He presses his body against you and you feel a familiar hardness against your leg.

“To beautiful to resist,” he nibbles on your ear and you grip his waist.

“Baby we can’t do this here,” you mumble into him, not wanting to push away.

Someone clears their throat. You both glance up to see Morgan, a smile on his face. “Hey lovebirds, we have a meeting.”

You release your hug, Spencer grabbing your hand. You walk in to see the whole team already seated. You sit down in your regular spot, Spencer sitting down next to you. His hand reaches down and grabs your thigh, squeezing it.

You know what he’s doing but you don’t want to draw too much attention to yourself. Your shoot him a warning look but his eyes are blown wide with lust. Garcia starts her presentation and you do your best to try and focus.

His fingers start to trail up your thigh, slow and deliberate. He moves up and down, getting close to that special spot but then moving away.

His hand finally stops just below your heat, toying with your panties. You gasp, Rossi glancing up at you with a concerned gaze. “Is everything alright Y/N?” he asks. Right as your about to speak Spencer takes his thump and presses against your clothed clit. You jump a little, trying to come up with something-anything- to say.

“I’m- I’m okay. I’m good.” All you can think about is Spencer’s fingers, how they feel when he curls them inside you. You can feel your panties getting more wet by the second-and so can Spencer.

You look over at him and send him a glare, a smug smile on his lips. His thump presses more firmly into your clit, slowly rubbing it. You close your eyes and resist the urge to moan.

Garcia’s voice fades away as his middle finger circles your heat. He continues to tease, the tip of his finger pushing in and pulling out. Your hands grip the arms of the chair, pleasure pulsing throughout your body. His finger finally enters you, a whimper passing your lips.

He thrusts his finger to fit inside and keeps it there, his thumb leaving your clit. You let out a frustrated grunt, moving around to get friction. He slowly rubs his finger on your walls and then curls, hitting that special spot. You look down and watch his hand move around under your skirt, biting your lip to stop the moans from coming out. You glance up at him as he stares at the screen, somehow acting like he isn’t fingering you right now.

“Y/N? Y/N,” Hotch calls out for you. You snap your head towards him, Spencer’s hand not slowing down. “Why do you think the unsub does this to his victims?” You glance at the screen and look at the crime scene photos, trying to focus on the case and not Spencer’s finger inside you.

Another finger enters you and is pace is ruthless, scissoring you open. “I- um,” You can hear a small squelching sound from all of your juices. “He probably wants a sense of power. He-he feels out of control in his life and doing this satisfies his need to d-dominate.” You close your eyes once more, resting your head on your hand. You hold your breath as the pleasure builds, your walls tightening around his fingers. You can feel hotch’s eyes on you but you could care less, the pleasure blinding.

Suddenly he pulls his fingers out, wiping them on his slacks. You open your eyes and shoot him a look, that stupid smile on his face growing. “Wheels up in 30.” You quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, making sure no one was in the stalls. Spencer enters and locks the door behind him. You run up to him and kiss him, his tongue exploring your mouth.

He turns you around and slams you against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck. “Fuck,” you groan as he sucks a hickey on your neck. “Baby people will see.”

“They need to know you’re mine,” he mumbles into your neck, nipping and licking at the fresh hickey. Your hands explore his body like it’s the first time, slipping your hands under his shirt and running your fingers along his chest. “What do you want baby? Use your words.”

“I-I want you to eat me out. Use your tongue daddy,” he moans and bites your collarbone, moving his hands to the waistline of your skirt.

His lips mesh into yours as he pulls them down. You reach down to get some relief but he grabs your hands and slams them against the door, holding you in place. “No touching baby,” he pants, pushing his body against yours. His hands let go and you keep your arms up, following his orders. His hands trail down your body, stopping right above your panties.

He gets down on his knees and trailing is tongue along your body on his way down. You moan loudly and grip the door handle, your other hand in his hair.

“Be quiet baby, you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” You nod in response, watching intently as Spencer pulls your panties down. His hands suddenly grip your thighs, staring up at you. “What was that baby?”

“Yes daddy.” You groan out. “Please touch me,” his tongue licks up your thigh, stopping at your core. You can feel his breath on your legs, gripping his hair more tightly. “Daddy please.”

He complies, lightly sucking on your clit. He trails his tongue down and licks a stripe along your heat, making you groan out. You cover your mouth with your hand, stopping the moans from coming out as his tongue enters you. He fucks you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your clit. You push his head forward, trying to get more friction.

Moans ring out in the bathroom, your hand not doing much to cover the noise. Spencer groans, his mouth vibrating on your clit. Your back arches, your head resting on the back of the door. “Spencer I’m-I’m gonna cum,” you mumble under your hand.

He removes his mouth from your clit, standing up and grinding against you. You groan out in frustration, your release denied. “What’s my name?” His hand lands on your throat, squeezing.

“Fuck i- daddy. Daddy please,” your hands reach down and start to button down his shirt, sliding it off his body. He continues to grind against you, his hand leaving your neck as he marks trail of hickies down your body. He pulls your shirt down and clips off your bra, leaning down and sucking on your nipples. You arch into him, your hands gripping his belt loops and touching him through his jeans. He groans, releasing your nipple and grabbing your waist.

Spencer lifts you up and spins you around, setting you on the counter. He trails his fingers down, pushing two of them inside of you. Your forehead rests on his shoulder, arms thrown around his neck. “Yes, yes daddy right there, god fuck.” You moan loudly, ignoring Spencer’s rules to stay quiet. You couldn’t care less if anyone hears you, his fingers too good to be quiet.

With one hand he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his slacks, the other pulling out of you and in his mouth, sucking your slick off his fingers. You reach down and grab him, stroking. He leans into your hand but stops you, lining his head up at your entrance.

His hand covers your mouth as he enters you, your moans echoing in the bathroom. He pushes in and pulls back out a few times before he’s fully seated inside you, giving you time to adjust. It wasn’t long before he started to thrust inside you, his cock stretching your walls.

“Daddy,” you moan out, gripping his hair and pulling at it. “You feel so good inside me daddy, fuck.” He picks up his pace, the sound of your moans and skin slapping skin ringing throughout the room.

“Hush baby, you don’t want anyone to hear us do you? I bet you do, want everyone to know how good you feel getting fucked by daddy’s cock. You like that baby?” You moan out, nails scratching his back. He reaches down and rubs your clit, bringing you near the edge.

“Yes daddy right there, fuck yes baby yes,” you scream out, walls starting to clench. He pounds into you, his cock pulling almost all the way out before he slams back in.

“You take it so well, fuck baby you feel so good,” his hands grip your waist tight enough to bruise. “You want me to cum inside you baby? My filthy little cum slut.” You groan out and nod eagerly.

“Please sir-“ you cry out as a slaps your thigh. “I-daddy please daddy I want your cum, give it to me.” His face contorts in pleasure and a low moan leaves his lips. His thrusts start to get messy but his speed is still there, pounding you into the countertop. His thumb finds your clit, pushing you over the edge.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight, all for me. Fuck Y/N-“ he stills inside you and moans, his cum shooting inside you. You arch your back and clench around him, intensifying his pleasure.

“Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum, I’m,” your walls tighten around him as you release, head thrown back in ecstasy. You grip his hair and pull, pleasure wracking your body. He moans, the last of his cum dripping out of his cock.

Spencer pulls out and watches his cum drip down your legs. You reach down and run your finger across it, putting it in your mouth to taste. “Fuck that’s hot.” He groans. He leans down, a kiss landing on your lips. You hop down from the counter, your legs wobbling. “That good huh?” He laughs.

“Daddy always fucks me good, just right.” You send a wink his way, leaning down to grab your clothes.

Once you are both cleaned up, you unlock the door and head back to the bullpen. Derek looks up from his desk, eyeing the both of you as you enter. “What?” He just looks at you with this smug look on his face.

“You might want to cover that hickey.” Derek laughs, horror and embarrassment written on your face. Spencer’s face is beet red, staring Derek down. “I swear, the entire building could hear the two of you.”

You turn around and lean up to Spencer’s ear, nibbling at it. “Was I too loud daddy?”

[adezahnae]

My Protector (Part 1)

A/N: Hello! This is my first series for Ten!! I hope this story doesn’t flop😭😭

Warning: sexual tension, grouping of the breasts, neck kissing, Ten is gonna be a bit cocky.

Next Chapter ->

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

I walked up the stairs to me and husband’s house and I see two men by our door. I widened my eyes and exclaimed my husband’s name. “Jake? Jacob!!” He then came out the door and let me by the two men. “She’s my wife, don’t worry.” He said. “My apologies, Mrs. Kang.” One of the security guards said. He took my hand and led me into the house.

“Jake? What the hell is all of this?” I asked. “I told you, since I’m running for president now, we are gonna need more security.” He said. I sigh. “Okay fine. This a good measurement anyways...” I said looking around. “I know right?” He smiled.

Just when I was about to speak again, I was met with a dangerously handsome man.. “Y/n, this is Ten. Your personal bodyguard.” My husband smiled. “M-My what now?” I asked astonished. “Since you are the wife of a future president, you will also need protection.” He explained. I nodded my head and walked up to shake his hand.

“H-Hello, Uh I-I’m-“ “Y/n. I know.” He said cutting me off. I was taken back by his sudden outburst. “My apologies..” I said bowing. “I hope you take good care of me.” I smiled. He grinned a little. “I will, no worries at all...” He said. Why did that shoot a spark in me?

“Okay well Y/n, you can carry on your day. I’ll be out.” He said walking to the door. “Where are you going?” I asked following him out the door. He turned around. “I’m going out to handle some business sweetheart. I’ll be back soon.” He said. “So....you’re leaving me with a stranger?” I whispered the last part. I heard a chuckle from behind me.

“Stranger is not the word I’ll use when it comes to me. I’d say acquaintance instead.” Ten said. My husband laughed and smiled at me. “You heard him. Don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long. I’ll be back.” He said with that charming smile. I smiled and nod. “Okay. I love you!” I said. He smiled. “Bye Bye, Y/n.” He kissed me on the forehead and got in his car with the other guards.

After his car pulled off, I walked back into the house and shut the door. I walked to my office and sat down my things. The entire time, Ten was right behind me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around. He looked at me with an eyebrow raised. “Is there a problem?” He asked. “N-No! I’m just not..used to someone watching over me...” I said. He hummed and sat down on the couch in my office.

“Well Mrs. Kang. You must get used to this if you don’t wanna die.” He said. “D-Die?” I asked. He laughed. “Wow...you’re so innocent. You don’t even know about death.” He said. I furrowed my eyebrows. “I do know about death!” I defended. “Have you witnessed it?” He asked. “I-I....Well—“ he laughed again and sat back against the couch.

He removed his gun from himself and sat it down. I gasped when he removed it. “Wow...you’re one jumpy girl.” He said with a smile. Wow...that smile....I rolled my eyes and walked away from him. I tripped over my heel and almost fell hitting my head on my desk. Ten quickly got up and caught me by my waist. As he caught me, he pulled my hips to his causing me to moan.

I quickly covered my mouth, hoping he wouldn’t hear but it was too late. “Ahh, was that a moan?” He asked me. “U-Um n-no? Why?!” I stammered. He lightly chuckled and pulled me up closer. He mouth was next to my ear. “You like this don’t you?” He whispered. I whimpered at the feeling of his breath over my ear.

His lips were now attached to my neck, forming a deep red mark on it. I gasped and moaned out. He took his hands and placed them over my breasts. He then pulled away. I whimpered at the feeling of his body away from mines and I turned to him.

He smirked at the pout on my face. “You’re so cute....” He said. “W-Why did you do that!? Do you know who you work for?!?” I exclaimed out, finally realizing I have the upper hand. “I protect a woman who is in need of a man’s touch. I know that much.” He stated. I closed my mouth and narrowed my eyes.

“You don’t know anything about my love life NOR personal life!” I said. “So why didn’t you push me away when I kissed your neck? Matter fact, why didn’t you push me away when I held you by your waist?” He asked completely calm about the situation.

I stood there in silence, not having a comment. “Hm.” He hummed as he finally won the argument. I sat down in my chair and just started working. I avoided all eye contact with him and typed up some things. He was a charming young boy. Was he even young? I don’t know, but he was right. I do need a touch of a man but he’s here to protect me, not make me feel good. Or can he do both?

I didn’t realize that I was now biting my lips while thinking of all the dirtiest things. The way his hands held my breasts the way I liked and...his lips on my neck. I traced my fingers over the mark where he kissed me at and bit my lip more.

Ten sat there in amusement, watching your every move and action. You must’ve forgot that he was there. He leaned back and enjoyed the view. You then gasped and yank your hand away from your neck, remembering, he was right there..

“I...Um..” I mumbled. He only chuckled and got up from his seat. I got up from my seat and grabbed my purse and phone. “Uhh I have to go and attend a meeting, with a friend at lunch in 10 minutes...” I said rushing out the room. “You might want to cover that.” He said referring to my hickie. “O-Oh! I’ll..fix it in the car.” I said. We got outside the door and walked to my car. He opened the door for me and I got in. He entered after me and shut the door.

I shut the window to the front seats and took my mirror and makeup. I covered up the marking and quickly put everything up. “You know..if you want more, you can just ask.” He whispered with a smirk. I cleared my throat and adjusted myself in my seat. “Ten, can we keep this professional? Please?” I asked unsure in my own voice. He notices. “Okay. Professional...” he said. He leaned back in his seat and watched the outside. What is getting into me all of a sudden?

[soulwillower]

helping hand • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut) 

 requested: How about some Richie x Reader fluff and smut where Richie breaks his right arm protecting the reader from someone or something so they end up taking care of Rich and doing things for him until he's better. But one day they see he's frustrated and acting weird until he confesses he can't jerk off so the reader helps him out ;) also I forgot what emoji I was so I'll just be this lol - 🐜

warnings: swearing, smut, switch! richie, oral sex (male receiving), a teensy bit of dirty talk, unedited

[losers + reader are 18+]

2.7k words

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you keep your cool until richie sighs for the fifth time. "okay, what's wrong?" you ask, putting down your book and looking at richie, who's laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. so dramatic.

"oh, nothing." he says nonchalantly, but you quirk a brow. "do you need something? does your arm hurt?" you ask, starting to get up and find his painkillers. he shakes his head, using his good arm to prop himself up on his mattress as he tells you not to get up. your eyes catch the pink arm cast on his right hand and your lips quirk up at the messy writing all over it : in fancy writing, the name "dick" (courtesy of stan) glints under the light of richie's bedside lamp.

you'd written your name with a small heart because normally, had it been a different case, you would've drawn as many penises as you could fit - just like eddie and bill had done. but you had a little more sympathy for your friend because, after all, richie had broken his arm trying to help you.

as much as you're sure richie fantasized about being the 'knight in shining armor' that comes to the rescue with swords blazing, what he really did is break his arm by running his mouth. but honestly, he still was your knight in shining armor no matter what because you were unfortunately head over ass for the boy.

henry bowers is who you could blame for all this; its almost as if he had a knack for snapping kid's arms in two like he'd done to eddie when you were all thirteen. he'd been alone (for what might have been the first time ever), waiting outside keene's drug store when you, richie, stan and ben had come out, slushies in hand. he'd come to get a 'revenge' of sorts because you'd given him a slight embarrassment when you dumped your food tray on him earlier that day in the cafeteria.

he'd pushed you towards the wall (and yes, you had dropped your slushie) and wound back like he was about to really give one to you right in the gut, but richie had immediately grabbed his skateboard and smacked bowers in the head with the deck hard enough that you could slip away when he recoiled.

unfortunately for the rest of you, especially richie, bowers tossed him right to the ground and landed a solid punch to his cheekbone before stan, ben and you could rip him off. but it got worse, because richie called him something along the lines of "daddy's boy" and that struck quite a nerve, prompting henry to stomp down so hard on richie's forearm that it broke skin and you could hear the sickening snap.

so after a slight concussion, a round of minor surgery and a pink arm cast fastened around and up the crook of his elbow, richie was unable to go to school for a week and you felt the need to help him in any way you saw fit. you were concerned, but more than anything you just wanted to be around him, because he made you happy and made you laugh and turn red in a way that nobody else does.

"well then what's bothering you?" you ask, walking over so you're sitting sideways on his bed next to him. you swear his cheeks turn a little red and he grins small, "oh, nothing, sweet thing. it's all your imagination, i'm doing swell!" he insists, winking at you. it doesn't work though, and you roll your eyes. "if you don't tell me, i can’t do it for you and you’ll have to suffer in silence." you reason.

richie makes an odd expression and mutters, "you have no idea."

you're thouroughly frustrated now, "i promise, whatever it is i will do my best to do it for you or help you, i just need to know what it is!" you insist, annoyed that he's being so stingy.

he shakes his head, mimicking a zipper motion and he tosses the invisible key into his overloaded trash bin in the corner of his room. you huff and roll your eyes, deciding to pick up and fold some of the blankets on his floor.

if you wiggle your hips more than necessary when you bend over, that’s your own business and not richie’s. and if he stares openly at your ass with his bottom lip punctured under his canines, that’s his own business and not yours.

"no, doll." he says, but his cheeks are bright pink, his lip caught between his teeth as his eyes avoid yours. "you - no." he insists, chuckling to himself awkwardly. despite how weird he was acting, your stomach flutters and sways around because of how goddamn cute he was, how attractive it was when he bit his lip. jesus, you're so fucked for him.

you tilt your head, feeling annoyed that he's being difficult, "just tell me!" you insist, looking at him bewildered. what isn't he telling you?

"well i can't, like, just tell my best friend that i'm frustrated because i can't rub one out without giving my dick cast-burn. that shit hurts, by the way." he adds, groaning as he rubs his forehead in exasperation.

you feel yourself burn red at the words he says and you roll your eyes, "well you just did and i'm horrified." and that's very, very far from the truth.

in all honesty, right now as you look at richie you can't help but imagine him, lips parted and cheeks warm as he pants, the sweet moans and groans that would leave his lips as he touches himself. in fact, it makes you clench your thighs together.

"can't you use your other hand?" you ask tentatively, unsure if you're crossing a boundary that you don't want to cross. because richie is, as you and the losers very well know, very open about his sex life, and you're afraid he will tell you things that will make you see green in jealousy.  

"it just doesn't feel as good, y/n." he mumbles, falling back and sighing. tentatively, you lay your hand on his thigh as you pull yourself up closer to his body. "i'm weak. and injured." he adds in a whine.

"i'm not." you say, lifting a brow. your stomach starts to burn as you realize what you're going for right now - what if richie gets disgusted?

you snap out of it as richie sits up, propping himself so he can look up at you with raised eyebrows. "well lucky you, that doesn't help me, though." he says with a lifted brow.

you shrug, deciding to just fuck it and shoot your shot. "it could." you say boldly, your hand still on his sweats. he gapes at you, slowly licking his lips as an awkward laugh escapes his mouth. the huff of his laugh isn't one of mockery; more one of disbelief as he already feels himself twitch under his sweats as you look down at him.

you clear your throat softly, "i could."

"oh, shit." he mutters, eyes wide and a smirk on his face. "y-you're for real?"

you nod as he sits up slightly so he's even with you, his breath hot as it hits your face. you shrug, hand gliding up slightly to reach his waistband. his breath hitches as your fingertips run over the band. "only if you want it."

the way he nods and pulls you directly to him would be pathetic if you didn't feel the exact same (if not more) desperation in your body for him. his lips are shockingly soft and you smile against his lips as you realize he's wearing bev's strawberry flavored chapstick. as his tongue slides into your mouth, your hand slides over to palm his hardening dick, smiling a bit as he moans at the touch.

a few minutes later you've lost both your shirts, hickies splattered throughout richie’s chest and neck, and you climb between his legs, knees on the ground as his legs fall to the ground from his bed. 

you slide his sweats off and he lets out a whine. "think you can handle it?" you mutter with a smirk. his red cheeks puff a bit as he rolls his eyes.

you press your thighs together at the sight of his dick straining against the fabric of his boxers. “y/n. you’re.. fuck.” he mutters as you mouth over his fully hard cock. your hands come up to the waistband of his boxers and you slide them down as he watches you with intense eyes.

his cock is hard and long and you grip his base, your hand coming to steady yourself on his thigh, trying not to show your shock at how big he actually is.

"think you can handle it, toots?" he says cockily, recalling what you'd said earlier and making you roll your eyes. "shut up." you mutter and slowly you start to move your hand, darting your tongue out and flattening it to lick from the base all the way up to his tip, staring into his eyes as you take in his tip.

he’s muttering swears, eyes wide as he watches you suck lightly. as you take a breath and sink lower onto his cock, your tongue flattening on the bottom of his shaft as you push further, he tightens his grip.

he lets out a low moan which might be the hottest noise you’ve ever heard, his hands flying to the back of your head in pleasure. the rest of him that you can’t fit you pump with your hand, your head bobbing and making obscene sounds in his empty bedroom. you have to clench your thighs because you're so incredibly turned on, enthusiastically moving your head as he groans. the action makes you moan around him and he moans your name, motivating you further.

you shiver when his good hand comes to gather your hair back behind your head as well as he can, muttering "fuck, doll, been wanting this for forever." you’re breathing through your nose, swallowing around him and you moan at his words because god, you've waited forever too. he feels so good, so big as he stretches your throat and you do your best to swallow around him. "good, right there. 'm close, y/n/n."

he pushes your head down on him slightly and you choke, pulling back. he looks regretful, even though his cherry lip is caught between his pearly white teeth and his hair is disheveled and his cheeks are rosy. “that- that was hot. you can do that again.” you gasp, voice broken as you suck in breaths. you feel a string of spit from your lips to his dick and he smirks, eyeing the sight. he shuts his eyes, clenching his jaw, “fuck-” he mutters before he guides you down to his cock again, thrusting slowly.

his hands forcing your head down lightly. “yeah, toots. just like that.” he says lowly as you try to relax your throat, gagging as he pushes you further down on him. you feel him hit the back of your throat and he moans loudly.

you try to pull back to breathe, but he holds you for a few more moments before he quickly pulls you off. you gasp and sputter, knowing you’re fucked because that was about the hottest thing to ever happen to you. you just stick your tongue out again, opening your mouth eagerly. you want him back in your mouth. "please, rich." you say and his jaw almost drops, eyes dark as he pushes you back onto him and guides your head up and down, hitting your throat.

spit is streaming from your mouth and the room is filled with the sound of his cock in your mouth and your moans. you can tell he’s getting close and you hollow your cheeks as well as you can. “shit, doll, i’m-i’m gonna cum.” he mutters, trying to pull you off, but you stay, bobbing and sucking, wanting to taste him for as long as you can.

and he spills into your mouth, your hand slowing to a stop as you slowly slide your mouth up and down, tongue lapping up all the cum from his cock. you swallow it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and gasping. his cheeks are bright red, his chest heaving as he tugs your hands so you fall onto the bed with him, his casted arm resting against his chest, you during up on his side. it's quiet for a few moments as he tugs his boxers up.

he turns his head on the mattress and you do too, eyes meeting. "how can i get you to do that even when the cast comes off, babe?" he asks - his voice is teasing but soft. you grin softly and roll your eyes. "i think you just need to ask, rich." you say with a short chuckle. he boops your nose with his non casted arm and it releases an embarrassing amount of butterflies in your stomach.

"right. hey, y/n, can i go down on you?" he asks with a smile. your face feels hot as you gape at him, shocked at his bluntness. "rich, i-"

he laughs, "nah, doll. but for real, will you go out with me sometime? i promise i'm a gentleman. i'll buy you dinner, and then go down on you."

you roll your eyes, smushing his face with your hand as you laugh, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. "yeah, sure. i'm doing it for the food, though." he laughs loudly at this. "sure." he mutters, pulling you to his chest.

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[mauvecherie-writes]

Back To Bed [ Chris Hemsworth ]

summary — you manage to convince Chris to come back to bed.

warning — slight smut.

As YN watched Chris dress for the day, she felt her arousal begin to rise. The way his muscles flexed and rippled as he put on his dress shirt turned her on way more than it should have. After he finished buttoning up his shirt, he tucked it into his suit trousers and then reached for his tie.

Chris groaned softly in annoyance as tried to position his tie but it wasn’t to his satisfaction. She giggled as she observed him undo his tie in frustration and then turn to face her.

“Can you help me with this sweetheart?” He asked her. YN got up from the bed and wrapped the bed sheet securely around her naked body and walked up to him. She stood in front of him and began to fix his tie. His eyes fixated upon her face. Even as if she woke up and got out straight out of bed, YN was a beauty. Her hair that was usually protected by a silk bonnet, was in a messy bun. Last night he was in a rush to be one with her that she completely forgot about her usual night routine. Hickies loitered all around her neck and chest. Marks he left on her body to remind her last night’s festivities. He smirked slightly thinking about it.

“There you go.” YN mumbled as she straightened out his tie and then placed her hands onto his shoulders. She looked up into his eyes before she stood on her tiptoes and pecked his lips. “All better.”

Chris moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to his body. “Thank you angel.”

“You’re welcome.” She softly mumbled against his lips. Her hand began to trail down his chest as he picked her up and sat her on his vanity table. “You look delectable.” She told him as her fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. YN just wanted to rip it off and place kisses along the soft skin of his chest.

“Thank you baby."He replied as she placed her hands on his cheeks and brought him closer to her lips. He leaned down to join their lips. Forgetting about the fact that his hair was done for the day, she ran her fingers through it and tugged on the ends as they made out. YN moaned softly as her eyes closed and her lips opened wider to let his tongue enter into her mouth. His large hands tugged at the sheet around her body and let it fall and pool around her waist.

"You’re starting something you can’t finish.” She whispered as Chris left kisses along her jawline. His hand came to her neck and tipped her head back and focused on defining the marks he had already left on her skin.

“Who said I can’t finish it.” He mumbled against her skin as he pushed her legs further apart. YN was already wet and her body was in dire need of any kind of friction. She wrapped her leg around his waist, locking him in between her thighs and let her fingers trace his length over his trousers. He was getting harder underneath the touch of her fingertips.

“Mmm baby, you have work.” She whimpered as he nibbled on her ear lobe. Chris ignored her as he placed his hand over hers and pulled his zipper down and pulled out his dick. YN bit her lip as she stroked him. Chris groaned as one hand held onto the back of her neck whilst the other gripped her thighs. Taking her hand away, he led himself into her wetness.

YN’s eyes fluttered close and her lips parted as she let out a gasp. She was finally getting her fix. He stretched her warmth in a painfully beautiful way. She was sore from the hard pounding he gave her the previous night but she was eager for more.

“Always so fucking wet for me.” Chris groaned as he laid his forehead on hers as he withdrew his hips and dove into her once more, creating a pattern.

“Yessss.” YN moaned as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She leaned backwards and her back hit the mirror. Chris bit his lip as he watched himself enter into her slick pussy and her face as she made the sweetest love faces. He lifted the bottom of his shirt as his thumb traced her bottom lip.

He pulled her closer to him to take his thrusts as she arched her back. She always took him so well and he loved it. Her snug fit always gripped him eloquently and with each throb of her walls, he was almost brought to his knees. Chris wanted more. Fucking her on his vanity table wasn’t enough for him.

When’s YN’s eyes opened, she found Chris stripping out of his clothes. YN giggled as she had gotten what she wanted. She sat up and helped him push his shirt down. He pulled her into his arms, with him still deep inside of her as he walked back to the bed.

“What happened to going to work?” She asked with a smirk playing on her face as he laid her down to the bed and he placed her hands above her head.

“I can work from home.” He replied as he leaned down and captured her lips, swallowing her moans as he moved his hips once more. YN had never imagined her life like this. She had reached a point in her life where hopelessness was all she welcomed. But now she was making love to the man who captured her heart as the sun rising peeked through their curtains.

Life couldn’t get better than this ….

[myhaikyuuthings]

Just One Night

request:  Now that we established that no one can resist the pretty setter, do you have HC of how Akaashi and y/n met up that fateful night of conception? Maybe they were an old flame rekindled for the night? Did their passion soar? Or were they just looking to hit it and quit it?

Just read part 2 of the Daddy HCs and you honestly can’t expect me not to want more after reading Akaashi’s!! (like u know, maybe a ˢᵐᵘᵗ fic of the one night stand with a flash forward to the results of the dna test 👉🏼👈🏼)

wait so who’s the father? Y/n’s ex or Akaashi? I gotta know 😫

pairing: Akaashi x fem! reader

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol (reader is Not drunk)

** i couldn’t find this gif without the words also if you wanna listen to the song i did while writing this, it’s here :) this is shorter than it probably should have been but I didn’t wanna get too deep into their one night stand**

It had been a pretty bad fight. Bad enough for you to throw your engagement ring at his head and break up with him. Bad enough to end up at the local bar, nursing a drink and ignoring anyone who tried to talk to you. Until he walked in. 

He was with a group of men, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was easily the prettiest man you had ever seen, and you were trying really hard not to stare. But your eyes always found your way back to the little booth, to him. Thankfully, he didn’t appear to notice you basically gawking at him. 

You were very wrong about that.

“Here you go miss,” the bartender smiled, passing you a mixed drink. 

“Oh I didn’t order this,” you said, trying to push the drink back. 

“That man in the booth sent it over for you, I can take it back if you’d like?”

 You followed his finger to the gorgeous man, blushing furiously at the realization that he had in fact noticed your staring. With a smile you assured the bartender that it was fine and you’d drink it. Not long after you finished the drink, you noticed him approaching from the corner of your eye. You almost felt guilty for the shiver his mere presence sent down your spine. 

“Hi, I’m Akaashi Keiji, may I have your name?”

 ‘Oh his voice is as pretty as his face,’ you thought, introducing yourself to him and accepting the hand he extended. ‘Pretty hands too, what the hell is he perfect or something?’

You flirt a bit as the night goes on, but that guilty feeling is always sitting at the pit of your stomach. So you came clean, about how recent your break up was and that you weren’t looking for anything serious. He was just too pretty to look away from. He handled it surprisingly well, telling you your ex sounded like a dick, and that nothing had to come of tonight if you didn’t want it to, he was simply enjoying your company. 

Something about the way he said that made you make a decision that would haunt you for many years, but in the moment it seemed like the best choice you could have ever made. 

- nsfw

His hands held your hips lightly, his tongue trailing across the column of your throat. You shuddered under him, leaning into his touch. This wasn’t by far how you expected your night to end, but he felt so good pressed against you that you really couldn’t complain. Your legs were hooked around his hips, pulling him deeper into you. 

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he groaned against you, his hips thrusting into you lazily. You clenched at his words, moaning lewdly. “Sound so pretty too.”

“Keiji,” you panted, blushing deeply as he leaned up from your neck to look at you. 

If it was possible for him to get more attractive than the first time you saw him, it would be now. The way his hair stuck to his forehead just a bit, the deep flush going up his neck to his cheeks. The hickies littered across his skin that you left. He was truly a work of art above you. 

“What is it?” he asked, moving one hand to cup your cheek gently. His eyes were so soft it almost felt like he loved you in that moment. 

“Kiss me, please,” you whispered, draping your arms around his neck.

 He smiled down at you, catching your lips with his. The way his tongue slid against yours was intoxicating, the faintest hint of whiskey on his breath. He nipped at your bottom lip, his thrusts becoming faster at the moans falling from your mouth. 

“If you keep clenching around me like that I’m going to cum,” he growled, his nose brushing against yours as his hips slammed into yours. 

“Cum for me then Keiji.” In retrospect, you both should have realized you forgot the condom. 

-  end nsfw

Your ex knew about your one night with Akaashi before you got back together. But he never thought there was a possibility that Akaashi was his son’s father. So when he got the call from his lawyers, stating that you wanted a dna test he didn’t know how to react. 

All four of you sat in the lawyers office, waiting for her to read out the test results. You knew your son wanted Akaashi to be his biological father, you could see it in the way his hand was intertwined with your husbands. If you could have avoided this, you would have. Making the two people you love potentially miss out on years of each others lives because you guessed wrong? Part of you hoped you had guessed right. 

Akaashi never faulted you for it. You had history with your ex, many years together before the two of you met. When your son was born, and as he grew up, it was obvious he took after you. So really, he couldn’t blame you for never reaching out. His hand held yours as you waited. 

“The DNA results show the father is Akaashi Keiji.” 

Your exes jaw dropped before quickly morphing into anger and hurt. Akaashi simply smirked beside you, knowing your son was his. After all, he was too much like him not to be. 

“In your face you waste of cum!” Your son yelled out, doing a happy dance before flipping off your ex. 

You didn’t even have the heart to get onto him, the guilt of keeping them apart for so long hitting you like a ton of bricks. 

“Don’t start blaming yourself now, you didn’t know,” Akaashi said, reading you like a book as your ex stormed out of the room. 

“Yeah mom, I look just like you it’s not your fault, plus you brought him back into my life.” 

“I love you both so much.” 

[hoodharlow]

Sé lo rica que se ve en ropa de gimnasio. A mí me encantan lo' tatuaje' en tus brazo'

AN: I was gonna scrap this tbh, but my lovely mamas @be-ready-when-i-say-go posted this. So everyone say thank you to my mamas 

Request: Hunter kinda put it but for grabs and I quickly snatched it, so yes lol [ I need someone to indulge me in a cal blurb where you don’t handle spoopy well. however he don’t know that—new relationship right at the start of the holidays or something—and he surprises you with a date to a haunted house and you’re like, how about no??? But he’s a little bummed so you do it. Piss your pants (not literally) but it does not go well. Youre visibly shaken, almost crying and he’s like yikes okay, let’s just get food and wait for the rest of the peeps to be done and he’s like I’m really sorry, didn’t think it’d go like this. because I need it. But I can’t brain anymore to write it my damn self. Yes this is a cry for help]

Warnings: SMUT and aspects of spooky stuff (cl**ns) 

Word Count: 2.1k words

Calum and Claudia were waiting for his trainer in Calum's new G-Wagon. She was supposed to drop him off Griffith Park since she had a job interview at a dispensary and few errands to run. Fortunately the interview was in about two hours, so Claudia had some time to spare. 

His trainer forgot not to double book him with the influencer, who's name he had forgotten, after the fight he had with Claudia. Calum was quick to learn that she doesn't have a poker face when it came to people she didn't like, especially girls that always attempted to flirt with him. So when they saw her at the bench recording herself that she was going to workout, Calum had to find a way to remind Claudia he only had eyes for her. They may as well christen his G-Wagon. 

Their makeout session started out casual and lazy. Next thing they knew, they were climbing to the back seat, and Claudia was on his lap. 

Claudia slowly rolled her hips back and forth. With one hand, Calum bunched up her skirt and with the other he gripped her hip. Soft moans escaped her lips and mixed with the sound of Calum's groans. She greedily rode him at a slow, tortuous pace.

"Fuck, pretty girl," he grunted.

 Calum slid his hand inside her panties and roughly gripped her ass. He guided her along his length, loving how well she took him as he bucked his hips into her, meeting her thrusts. She let out a loud moan. Calum captured her lips, muffling her. 

They both sped up their movements, wanting to get the other off.  

“Calum!” She moaned out, her orgasm catching her off guard. She rested her forehead on his shoulder and slowly rode him through her orgasm.

He let go of her ass and pushed her down on the seat. He slid back into her and took her in slow deep thrusts. He wrapped her legs around his waist, so he had more room to maneuver them. He desperately rubbed her clit, egging her on as his thrusts sped up. 

Claudia pulled away from his lips and bit his shoulder as he brought her to another orgasm.

"Fuck!" She cursed. 

She moved her hands to his back. Digging her nails for some sort of stability as Calum increased his pace and pounded into her. 

"C'mon, Cal," she begged. "I want your cum deep inside of me. Please—"

"Fuck, Claudia," he grunted. 

His thrusts got sloppy and less rough. He chased after his climax. Moaning out his love for Claudia, he praised her for how well she took him. With one final thrust he came. He shoved himself deep in her until his high went down. He plopped next to her and closed his eyes. Wrapping his arm around her, he sighed in contentment. 

Claudia traced the dagger on the back of his bicep. She quickly remembered the lyrics to one of Benito's songs. 

"What are you thinking about?" Calum asked her. He lifted his head to look at her. 

"Bad Bunny— not like that!" she quickly added. "There's these lyrics that reminded me of you."

"Which ones?" 

"'Sé lo rica que se ve en ropa de gimnasio. A mí me encantan lo' tatuaje' en tus brazo' from the song 'Como se Siente.' It was just him saying how he knows that his boo looks good in workout clothes, and how he loves their arm tattoos. I was like mood because I know my boo looks good in workout clothes, and I love his arm tattoos."

Calum laughed. He hid his face into her chest, slightly shaking from the laughter.

"I fucking love you, Claudia." He said smiling brightly at her.

"I love you too." She said shyly. 

Calum shifted, so he was hovering over her. He sponge kissed all over her face and neck. Slowly he made his way down her chest, but Claudia stopped him. 

"As much as I'm down for round two, I can't. I can't have Ivan see these lovely hickies and snitch to my dad." 

Calum lifted his hands up in surrender at the mention of Diego. He sat on his knees and let her get ready. He heard a car approaching them, recognising his trainer. He cursed and reached for his shirt in the front seat. He handed Claudia his— their—Nine Inch Nails long sleeve. 

"Are those my leggings?" Claudia asked him when he slipped on his compression tights and shorts.

"Probably." He shrugged. He took her shocked look and tried to not laugh. "Now you know what it's like to have your clothes stolen."

"Vas a ver." Claudia stuck her tongue out and pushed him off. 

She pulled on her bralette, adjusting the straps and tucked in Calum's shirt in her skirt. She smoothed out the bottom of the skirt the best she could and grabbed her makeup bag. She touched up her makeup and redid her ponytail. 

"Here." She said handing Calum her headband. 

"Thanks," He said, wrapping it around his wrist. He looked outside and saw his trainer out of his car. "I gotta go. I'll see you in a bit. We're still going to Universal Studios with Ash and KayKay?"

"Yeah. Want me to bring you a change of clothes?"

"Please." 

"Okay." Claudia nodded.

Calum pulled her close to him. He smiled and traced his thumb over her bottom lip. He leaned in, feeling her sigh, and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you later, love.”

***

Calum wrapped his arms around Claudia and rested his chin on her head as they waited for their turn to go inside the maze with Ashton and KayKay. 

Claudia tilted her head up.

 "Kiss?" she asked Calum. 

He smiled and leaned down to peck her lips.

Claudia turned around to kiss him properly. She held onto his cheek as her tongue gave into his. She sighed into his mouth as one of his hands lazily rested on her ass.

"This is a family park, not a place for you two to kiss like you're ready to make babies. Please go do that somewhere else." A woman behind them called to them, making Calum look back.

“You hear that this is a family park,” Calum turned back to Claudia. “Well, if it's a family park, guess we should make our own family." He pulled Claudia closer to him and wiggled his tongue against hers. Soon enough they were making out once more.

"Hey rabbits, let's go." Ashton said. He flicked Calum's ear, making them pull away. 

Calculus immediately linked her arm around Calum's as they made their way through the Stranger Things maze. It wasn't as eerie as the other two mazes they walked through considering  it was basically a tour through the set of the show. The Demagorgin did startle them when they passed through the lab, however.

Minutes later they made it through the maze. 

"Which one's next?" Calum asked Ashton, who was holding the map. 

"Clowns." He simply said.

Claudia stopped dead in her tracks. She hated clowns ever since Junior and Danny tricked her into watching the first It movie when they were younger and purposefully followed her around in clown masks to scare her. She never saw them the same. For Guito's birthday, Junior and Marlene hired a clown to make balloon shaped animals and face painting. With the excuse of studying for her AP stats class, Claudia immediately retreated to her room and hid there until it was time for the clown to leave. Now she had no idea how she was going to make it through the maze.

"You okay?" Calum asked her quietly.

"Yeah, just a bit tired from walking around." She responded.

Calum pulled her to his chest and pulled out his phone. He watched Claudia's face light up when she saw his lockscreen, a picture of them at the dog beach in DelMar with Duke and Panchito. He scrolled through the apps until he found Hulu. They had been binging One Tree Hill for the last couple of weeks. They made it through two episodes when it was their turn to go in. 

Claudia recognised the green cotton candy cocoon from the circus scene in the Killer Klowns from Outer Space. It started to move, revealing a clown taller than Calum with a raygun.

She whimpered, hiding her face into Calum's side. She held onto him, frozen in place. 

"Claudia we have to get going," Calum said.

"I don't want to," she mumbled. 

"Are you frightened?"

"Maybe," she grumbled. 

"Fuck, okay lets get to find the exit and I'll text Ashton. Yeah?" 

He felt Claudia nod on his side. He rubbed her back and guided them back to the designated exit for people that aren't able to complete the maze. They were almost there when a small herd of clowns ran in their direction. 

Calum tried to get them away, but they got ambushed along with another group of people. Next thing he knew Claudia wasn't attached to him. He quickly spun around and spotted her covering her face as another clown approached her. He trotted over to her.

"Hey, it's me. I'm here," he softly said. 

They finally made it out of the maze and Calum pulled her to a small table outside of Ben and Jerry's. He sat down, and she climbed to his lap burying her face in his chest. He felt his shirt get wet with her tears. He rubbed her back as she softly cried. He kissed her head.

"I'm not a baby, I swear," she sniffled after a few minutes. She wiped her face with her shirt sleeve. "I just, like, freaked out. I'm sorry for not letting you finish the maze."

"I could care less about a stupid maze. What's important to me is your safety and well-being." He shrugged. "Now why didn't you tell me you were scared of clowns?"

"Because I was embarrassed that I'm almost 22 and scared of something as mundane as clowns." 

"Claudia, fears are something grown ups have. It's natural to be afraid of things, or else the human experience wouldn't be so complex." Calum pulled her chin up to meet her eyes. "I want you to know that I'll always be here to protect you. Got that?"

Claudia nodded. "Can we get ice cream?"

"Of course." 

They got in line. Calum texted Ashton that the clown maze was a bit much for him, so he and Claudia will be waiting for them at Ben and Jerry's. Once in the shop, he wrapped his arms around Claudia and rested his chin on her head, swaying them to cheesy Halloween music. 

He saw a few flashes from outside. Lifting his head, he looked back. A small group of unsubtle fans were whispering and taking pictures of them. Even in his dark hoodie and gray beanie, they were still able to identify him. They tried to play off that they weren't recording, but one of them had their camera flash on. Calum cursed to himself and released Claudia. 

"Fans." He quickly mumbled to her. She nodded and took a few steps forward. 

Claudia was still subject to rude comments on social media, so they always tried not to be too affectionate when they're out. There were rare occasions that fans managed to capture them. He knew this was one of the cases. 

They quickly ordered and made their way to a table inside. Claudia sat across from him and watched his fans approach him as she ate her Netflix & Chill'd™ waffle cone.

One of them elbowed another, so they could get Calum's attention. 

"Um, we were wondering if we could get a picture?" One of them asked Calum.

"Sure." He looked to Claudia, "don't eat any of my ice cream."

She rolled her eyes and ate more of his. She watched him shove his hands on his pockets and crouch down a bit so he could be in the frame. While he went down the small line of fans, taking selfies, Claudia reached over for his Chunky Monkey. She tried scooping a small amount only for the spoon to get stuck and get a large amount. She cursed and frantically tried to get it unstuck resulting in the spoon breaking. 

"Seriously?" Calum quirked.

"It was like that when—"

"I'm sure it was." 

***

"I'm positive, Cal." Claudia reassured him. She swung their intertwined hands as they followed KayKay and Ashton into the replica of the Ghostbusters movie set. It was a mix of both the 80s and 2016 versions. Through the speakers the beginning of a certain song began to play. 

Calum and Ashton looked at each and seemed to telepathically communicate with each other. Suddenly they began singing along to Girls Talk Boys. A few people gathered around, watching them sing. Some were surprised at how similar they sounded to the people singing through the speakers, unaware it was them. Calum turned to Claudia as he sang, "Do you tell them I'm your lover, that I'm all that you need?"

"They're too cocky for their own good." KayKay laughed. 

Claudia giggled "Yeah, but the one in the gray beanie is cute." 

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[ichor-and-symbiosis]

No Below. (Oboro x f!Reader, NSFW)

You remembered how disorienting it felt at first. The sensation of sinking into nothingness, yet staying afloat by the whims of some unseen power. Your body lay prone amongst the clouds as you soaked in sunlight. A delicate chill licked along your back, as though mist had crept up behind you.

The sun burned hot and bright overhead, just the way you loved it. Piercing rays of light warmed you from above as you absorbed the electromagnetic waves and basked in the tingling feeling of recharge. The duality of heat and coolness felt heavenly; a cyclical respite you never knew you needed until you had met Oboro.

The back of your eyelids glowed red as you shut out the rest of the world. All you could perceive was the distant sound of ocean waves lapping at the shore beneath your sanctuary of clouds.

Everything was picturesque, serene, and quiet.

It made you suspicious.

You slowly turned your head and opened your eyes. Oboro was staring at you, laying on his side with his head propped up on one hand, and looking every bit the unrepentant scoundrel. He grinned and asked, “Enjoying yourself, sunshine?“

“I am,” you admitted truthfully, reaching over to poke his nose. “But not as much as you, apparently. How long have you been watching me?”

Oboro took hold of your wrist and kissed the back of your hand. “It’s a little hard to hold back when you’re wearing a bikini.”

“Avoiding my question, I see.”

He pressed your hand to his face and nuzzled it. “You’re too gorgeous not to look at.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you shyly snatched your hand back. He always did this to you, acting clueless one moment and disarming you with sweet compliments the next. You could never predict his whimsical commentary and it always kept you on edge, not knowing when the next flirtatious remark will strike. Judging by Oboro’s smirk, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And now that he had you vulnerable, he decided it was time to go in for the kill.

“Shouldn’t you be wearing sunscreen?” he innocently said, eyeing your curves. You held back a giggle when you noticed his gaze straying to your breasts. "I know you need sunlight, but you need to protect yourself from UV light, too! Can’t have you dying on me from, like, cancer or something.”

“Don’t be so morbid.”

“I’m just thinking ahead, sweetheart,” he flippantly replied. “Luckily for you, you have such a loving, caring, handsome boyfriend who happens to have brought some sunscreen with him.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Thinking ahead, huh? More like thinking about a reason to have your hands all over me.”

Oboro flashed you a coy smile as he reached over to rummage around in his backpack. “Here I am concerned for your health, and you try to make me out to be some sort of pervert.” He pulled out the lotion with a little sound of victory. “If anything, I’d say you’re the pervert here.” Your mouth fell into a thin line when he wagged his finger at you. “Your mind is a dirty place, baby.”

“How difficult that must be for you,” you drawled, making a show of slowly sitting up and raising your arms over your head to arch your back and stretch. From the corner of your eye, you could see Oboro’s cockiness immediately fall away, replaced by a boyishly lecherous expression as he clutched the bottle to his chest to restrain himself from touching you. His tanned cheeks had a lovely crimson tint. “Will you help me with my back?”

He was behind you in an instant, fumbling with the bottle as you waited. The sudden sting of cold sunscreen on your shoulder blade was immediately smoothed away by his large hands. You sighed and relaxed into his questing touches, moaning a little when he massaged your shoulders. Having your skin slick with lotion during a massage was absolute heaven.

Oboro’s breath fanned across the nape of your neck. You smirked and peered over your shoulder just as his hands snaked their way past your ribcage and slid beneath your bikini top. “I didn’t know I - aah - I - I would need sunscreen beneath my clothes … “

“You can take it off,” he murmured, kissing right below your ear. His hands cupped your breasts, groping and kneading for a moment as you arched into his touch and bit your lip. “You don’t wanna get weird tan lines, right?”

The thin piece of fabric was shoved downward to expose your pebbled nipples to the cool air. They tightened further when Oboro pinched the pink buds between thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging on the stiff peaks until he had you squirming and panting from how good it felt.

“Oboro,” you sighed, realizing belatedly that you had reached behind to dig your nails into his thigh. “Please don’t tease me.”

“But you’re so cute like this, baby,” he cooed into your ear.

You found yourself leaning back onto his chest as he smoothed his thumbs over your sensitized nipples. Your head fell to the side as his nose nudged your jaw to have easier access to your neck. His lips immediately latched on - a deceptively chaste kiss, followed by the slow drag of his tongue over the spot he had chosen, and the electrifying feeling of his teeth digging into your skin as he nipped and sucked a mark into existence.

“H-hickies are gonna - nnnhh - draw attention at work!”

Oboro hummed against your neck and let go with a wet pop, trailing his tongue over your skin for a moment as his hands guided you into his lap. You flushed when he rolled his hips to grind his clothed erection along your ass.

“I can find a new spot,” he said with a smile, and you nearly whimpered when he removed his hands from your heated skin. But he was back almost instantly, lathering the lotion between his palms and spreading it over your neck. “See? True to my word.”

He was planning something. The innocent glide of his caress down your body and along your outer thighs did not fool you. “And where will that new spot be? Perhaps somewhere your sneaky fingers aren’t wandering off to at this moment?”

“What, you mean here?” Oboro boldly slid his hands to grope your fleshy inner thighs and rubbed his thumbs near your clothed cunt. “Would you look at that,” he slyly remarked. “Got sunscreen all over my favorite place to kiss. Guess I gotta improvise!”

You giggled and twisted half-way in his lap to see his shameless expression. His eyes instantly zeroed in on your exposed breasts as he wrapped an arm around your waist and helped himself to a handful of tit. “Still teasing me,” you accused with a hitched breath as he slowly circled his thumb over your nipple.

His hooded eyes and half-smirk swiftly made you realize that you were not in control here. He leaned forward to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips grazing your skin as he replied, “You’re teasing me, playing dumb and making me do the dirty work.”

Before you could respond, he immediately smothered your indignant comeback with a searing kiss. The instant his warm, wet lips took to gliding sensuously over your mouth as his tongue tangled with yours, you completely forgot what you wanted to say.

What use were words right now, anyway? Nothing else mattered, not when his hand cupped your mound and firmly rubbed your clit through your bikini. The steady build-up was torturously delicious, and you prayed he would not stop, prayed he would give you more as you dug your fingers in his soft hair and whimpered and rolled your hips in time with his movements. His chest was flush against your sensitive nipples, and you belatedly realized that you were pressing yourself as close to him as he was to you, his muscular arm laid across your back with his hand digging into your shoulder.

The seat of your bottoms was soaked through entirely. It was unbearable, the steady drag of the soiled cloth along your folds as Oboro massaged your clit between two fingertips, ran them over your puffy lips to spread your fluids beneath the fabric, and pressed up against your pulsing entrance as he sucked wet kisses onto your reddened lips.

He disconnected your mouths with sudden finality - you knew he could only ever end it this way, otherwise he would never stop kissing you - and your panting breaths intermingled with the distant white noise of water brushing over sand. “Bend over for me,” he rasped, both of his hands gripping you fiercely before letting go. “On your hands and knees.”

You did not even think twice about the command. Within moments your cheek was pressed onto the softness of his cloud as you arched your back and presented your ass to him. His fingers made short work of the knot at your back until your bikini top fell off, and he dragged your bottoms down your thighs to finally expose your aching pussy with an appreciative moan. As soon as the bikini came away, you felt a string of your juices cling to the fabric.

“Fuck,” Oboro exhaled in a whisper, reverant and lustful at the same time.

You spread your legs a little wider and mewled, gyrating your hips in search of friction. “Please,” you whimpered. “Oboro, I need you so badly!”

“Yeah?” The bikini slid further down your thighs, and your entrance clenched at the feeling of hot breath tickling your clit. “I got you, baby,” he purred, gripping the meat of your ass tightly as he surged forward to press an open-mouthed kiss right onto your drenched cunt. “I’ll take good care of you,” his lips fluttered against your pussy as he spoke, and you keened when his tongue dragged through puffy pink folds to collect your syrupy mess and lick at your leaking hole.

The scorching rays of sunlight bore down on your back as you buried your face into the cloud and mewled from Oboro’s incessant suckling at your clit. His thumbs kept you spread nice and easy as his mouth devoured wherever it reached. You wished he could shove his thick fingers inside you to help you along, but your sensible side thanked him for remembering the sunscreen still coating his hands.

Luckily there was an alternative. “That feels so good,” you groaned, gyrating your hips to rub your clit over his tongue as he flicked the sensitive bud. “I want more, Oboro, I need you inside me!”

You yelped as he swatted your ass cheek. “Not until you come for me,” he murmured, and the unexpected authoritative tone in his voice, low and stern, ignited your blood so fiercely that it took a mere minute of his relentless, sloppy sucking onto your clit to break you into pieces.

Thank goodness you had a soft cloud to slump into after Oboro was done with you. Your knees were shaking from their stubborn attempt to stay put as you arched your back in anticipation for what was to come. Your eager lover panted softly behind you as he slipped his swimming trunks down his thighs. Large hands came to grip your sides as Oboro pressed his cock to your entrance, and you felt the barest hint of resistance while rolling your hips back to help him along.

His thick cock stretched you effortlessly as he slowly gyrated into you, working himself deeper and deeper inside your gummy walls until you felt him hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach. You sighed from fulfillment, letting his weight press you down onto soft fluff while he kissed your shoulder and held you close. Despite the initial rush, you found yourselves easing into a relaxed pace. The gentle sound of waves breaking across the sand guided Oboro’s movement, a push and pull rhythm that made you feel every inch of him.

His breath was broken and ragged as he caressed you from below, running his palms over your breasts and stomach before lightly pressing onto your clit. “Think you can come again, baby?”

“I won’t be mad if you helped me,” you breathlessly replied with a smile, humming in contentment as he gathered the slickness and rubbed your clit in time with his quickening thrusts.

Your quiet moans forced him to tame his rhythm into an easygoing pace. Always so considerate of your needs, holding off just to get you to come first. But gentleness tended to bring our Oboro’s romantic side, and how could you possibly take your time to savor your pussy being played with when sweet thoughts fluttered through his head?

“I want us to be together more often,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to your shoulder blade as he watched his cock dip in and out over the curve of your ass. “Just you and me like this, sunshine … “

“We will, Oboro. Always.”

“Even when I’m so old and senile I’ll only be able to make clouds from farts?”

You shook your head and laughed, earning an appreciative moan from Oboro as your cunt clenched around him. “If you’re saying something so dumb, then clearly you’re not horny enough.” You pushed your hips back and speared his cock further into you. “Fuck me harder.”

He nipped your earlobe in retaliation. “Don’t avoid my question.”

“Fine, yes, we’ll both be old and gross together, now please fuck me!”

Oboro grinned in victory, and finally, finally you could spiral into a new wave of bliss as he hurriedly rubbed your clit and pounded your cunt. The technique was a bit sloppy, but you could hardly blame him for the effort. It didn’t take long to set you off, especially not when he started to grunt and curse under his breath. Release crashed into you and took hold of your senses as his cock heightened your pleasure, and as soon as Oboro felt you pulsing and sucking him further inside you, he quickly slipped out and pushed your knees together to feel your warm thighs encasing his hard cock.

A few pumps over your sensitive pussy swiftly ended him, his cock twitching against your thighs as thick spurts of warm cum splattered onto your stomach and through your slick folds with every slow grind of his leaking cockhead. Oboro stilled against you as he came down from his high before rolling off you with a pleased sigh. Your knees trembled as you carefully twisted around to lay down beside him, quietly suffering from the intense sunlight striking down on your overheated skin.

A moment of gathering your wits. Oboro leaned over to kiss your cheek, ready to cuddle up to you until he remembered your current predicament.

“Shit, we didn’t even bring anything to clean with.” You stared at him with a bemused look, letting the sound of the waves fill the silence. He blinked at you and smiled meekly, oblivious to your intent.

A half-smile broke through your facade. “We’re floating over a beach.”

He eyed the milky substance coating your stomach, glanced at the sunscreen bottle, and looked back at you. “You know — “

“I’m good,” you deadpanned. “You’re the one in sore need of sunscreen, actually.”

“ … I’ll pass.”

You snickered while Oboro directed the cloud to drift downward, leaning over to admire the beautiful water beneath. In hindsight, you should have known better than to trust Oboro when he was being cheeky. As soon as you could reach down to touch your fingertips to the cold water, you looked over your shoulder to see what he was up to. And sure enough, some fuckery was afoot.

“Why are we being separated from our stuff, Oboro?”

He scooted right beside you with an impish grin. “Wouldn’t wanna get it all wet when I do this.”

“Do what - Oboro!”

The cloud beneath you disappeared in an instant, sending you both directly into the shockingly cold water as you screamed and Oboro gleefully laughed.

[mindofharry]

Motion sickness G.D

chapter 2.

in which julie realises she’s only with gray because of their kids.

chapter 1 is linked here !! angst, cheating, swearing! feedback is welcome <3

tw: TW: some of the stuff mentioned in this series might trigger some people. please don’t read if you get triggered easily!

the first time grayson slept with olivia, he felt immense guilt. This feeling that just stayed in his stomach for weeks. He felt sick everytime he looked at julie - even hearing her breathe next to him at night made him feel sick. Grayson had never felt so bad about himself in ages. He was throwing himself a pity party, and that alone nearly cost him his marriage. Grayson just wasn’t there. but with olivia he felt okay again, he felt alive, he felt young and loved. olivia was like his drug, he couldn’t get enough and he wouldn’t ever stop.

during those times, when grayson was out and about acting like he didn’t have two young boys at his home, julie feel in the comfort of ethan, graysons twin brother. ethan was just always there, always ready to bed the father the boys had lost.

“ethans not their dad, julie!” grayson yelled his face red, julie wiped a tear falling down her brown skin “he’s more of a father than you’ll ever be” she yelled right back, walking out of sitting room.

that had broke grayson. Every bit of guilt he felt vanished, almost instantly. He said he was off for a walk - but he went to fuck his business partner instead.

from then on he focussed on olivia, and his relationship with her. He forgot about parties, for example alexander second birthday. which really had julie wondering, where his priorities lied. Grayson always said the highlight of his day, his picking up sebastian from school and letting him pick out some junk food on a friday. they would head home and all as a family cuddle on the couch and watch a movie together. Gray hasn’t done that in a while, it’s just been julie, sometimes ethan. and most times, julie can’t stomach it. She feels physically sick, thinking of the times they used to have. How grayson is now doing all of that, with his his new girl. with her.

julie had known for a long time, he was with someone else - grayson was her bestfriend, before anything else. they went to high school together, after school activities, wrecked havoc in the town they both grew up in. Julie knew immediately when grayson started seeing someone else. He didn’t kiss her goodnight, didn’t pull her legs onto his lap, he didn’t offer to watch one of their comfort movies. She could smell the girls perfume, and see the hickies forming on his neck. Julie denied everything, call her naive, but in order to move on and be the best mother possible for her boys, she just had to deny, deny, deny.

“you’re getting a divorce”

julie sighed, tears still rolling down her face. “yeah. i guess” she mumbled looking down at her hands. ethan sighed bringing his hand up to her face. “you can all stay here, with me. it’s too big for one person anyways” he smiled kissing her forehead, in a friendly way. “i need to talk to him first, see where his heads at. i think we’re on the same page, at least i hope” julie grumbled the last part. If he was cheating, which she was complete sure he was, this would be an easy divorce. no mess. of course the kids will want to be around him, but she didn’t mind discussing that with grayson either.

“i just have a feeling it’s not going to go the way i see it in my head” julie sighed taking a sip from the wine - it was much needed, she decided. ethans eyes brown furrow in confusion “what do you mean?” he asked his hand resting on her knee. “i know he’s cheating on me, i know it. But i have feeling he’s going to fight me on this for a long time.” she confessed a finger going around the edge of the wine glass. “he’s selfish like that. i mean i tried to do couples councilling, could always throw that back at him” julie giggled to herself, remembering it. “fuck, that was bad wasn’t it?” ethan said giggling too.

julie nodded shaking her head, remembering probably one of the worst day of her life.

“i don’t even know why we’re here. our marriage is perfectly fine” grayson groaned to the therapist. julie just rolled her eyes settling into couch. “well you’re wife doesn’t seem to think so, so let’s have a chat” the therapist said sighing a little. Julie couldn’t help but feel bad for their therapist, mrs brown. She had better things to me doing - no matter how many times she encouraged julie to come, and told her this is what she does, she likes to help. julie still couldn’t bring herself to say the words “i need help. i am stuck. i need to leave” it was like something stopped her, like whenever she reached out for help, it was like someone had a gun against her head. marriage councilling was the best she was going to get - and mrs brown was glad she came along, for at least one session.

“i’m going to ask you a series of questions, and please answer them as honestly as you can. this is a safe place, whatever is said in here, stays in here” mrs brown said putting a leg over the other. julie picked at her skinny jeans, nervously. she missed her kids, she thought. does grayson miss them too? he hasn’t seen them in 3 days she thought. too busy apparently.

“julie, what are you thinking about right now?”

the question caught her off guard. she didn’t want to admit what she was thinking about - she could feel the guilt creep up on her, for the 100th time today. “i’m thinking about my kids” she halflied, smiling to herself. her two tanned, curly headed beautiful boys came to mind when she spoke. god, she just wanted a cuddle off of them both right now - it’s better than a whole bottle of wine and a raging headache, she thought.

mrs brown nodded “there’s more, go on” she pushed nodding her head and giving julie a reassuring smile.

“i was wondering if grayson missed them to. as much as i do. even though it’s only been an hour” she mumbled scared to look up at meet his eyes. grayson sighed wiping a hand down his face “of course i miss them. they’re my kids” he said his hands resting on his knees.

“you haven’t see them in three days”

“i’ve been busy” grayson grumbled, making you laugh out loud, mrs brown looked back to you raising an eyebrow. “going to parties and forgetting your son because you were hungover, is not busy. it’s utterly pathetic, grayson” you say crossing your arms over your chest.

grayson closed his eyes, not saying anything in response. your therapist threw a few other questions about, before calling it a day. “come back same time, thursday, i’ll have an exercise prepared for you then” she said smiling shaking both of your hands.

“god, you embarrass me something, julie. marriage councilling? fuck off” he nearly yelled in the parking lot, speed walking off of his car. grayson angrily pulled open his car door, and then slamming it shut. all julie did, was give him the middle finger and then sob in her car for half an hour.

“that was a mess and half” julie mumbled coming back to reality. ethan nodded in agreement “i’d never seen him so angry. probably because he knew you guys needed it. his pride got in the way.” ethan said not even feeling bad for his brother. He had lost respect for grayson way back, but he lost interest in whatever shit he was pulling, the first time julie broke down in front of him. julie was his sister, not by blood, but that didn’t matter to him. julie was his sister, and he’d do anything to keep her safe and away from bad.

he just didn’t think the bad would be his brother.

“mama”

there talk was interrupted by a soft voice, usually it was alexander wanting to stay and cuddle with his mama, but no, sebastian was here. and julie could tell he really needed a kiss and a cuddle.

“don’t cry mama, i’m here for you” sebastian said wiping his mother’s left over tears, and kissing both of her cheeks. that just made julie want to cry even more. “mama loves you so much, seb” she paused “wanna watch some, movies with uncle e and i?”she finished with a grin and sebastian nodded climbing onto his mother’s lap.

ethan couldn’t help but smile kissing sebastians head. Ethan turned on the movie his hand still on julie’s knee. she looked over at him, her head resting on sebastians.

“thank you, e” she whispered placing a hand on his. ethan shook his head smiling softly.

“anything for you, jules”

[babluvsu]

Eren doesn’t know (Jean x reader x Eren) Chapter 3

Dating Eren is hard, especially when he’s in a band that’s constantly away. While your boyfriend is gone, your friend Jean decides to help out with your loneliness. Problem is, neither of you can stop

Warnings: smut (oral fem and male, 3 way call) cursing, a little angst in the beginning

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, ((Chapter 3)), Chapter 4

“Are you serious? You’ve barely talked to me these last few months and now you wanna show up at my house and act like nothing happened?” Jean was furious. He has every right to be, you’ve been kind of a dick to him for the past few months. Ever since Eren decided to take a break from the band to spend more time with you, you started to ignore Jean. There were times when Eren would go to practice for a couple of hours and you’d call Jean or invite him over, but other than that, you were pretty much a ghost to him. “I get it, Eren has been home so it’s not like we can sneak around, but I’m still your friend. Would it have hurt to just have a conversation?”

You really had no words. What were you supposed to say? What did he want you to say? Yeah it wouldn’t hurt to just text him every now and then but you’ve been so caught up with Eren and actually getting to spend time with him without anyone else to bother you, that you just forgot. You knew that you needed to set more boundaries with Jean when you two were around Eren so that he wouldn’t suspect anything, but you just took it a little too far this time. Your eyes lowered in shame, you didn’t want to look at him because if you did, you would start to cry. “I’m sorry.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “That’s it? ‘I’m sorry?’” You looked up at him with watery eyes and for a moment, he almost caved in. The way you looked at him made his heart shatter. Never in a million years did Jean want to be the reason you were crying. “y/n you refused to talk to me, even as a friend, for months just because your boyfriend was home.”

You nodded, “I know, and I'm sorry, I really am.” He knew you meant it, he could hear it in your voice, “Please, let me make it up to you.” You step closer to him, reaching for his hand. He looks down at you with soft eyes, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. He could never stay mad at you, no matter how hard he tried. “I don’t know what I was thinking, but I never wanted to hurt you.” He nodded his head, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. His eyes shut as he let out a sigh before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was slow and gentle, not like ones you’ve shared before. Nothing was rushed, it felt like you had all the time in the world. One hand gently cupped your cheek while the other moved to rest against the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. Your own hands grabbing the soft material of his shirt.

The two of you never had sweet moments like this, that was usually saved for Eren. Everything between you two was always hot and fast paced and full of desperate, needy touches. It is never slow and soft like this. The way his soft hands pulled at your clothes and ran across your bare skin made your head spin. It was a new feeling, not just lust and desire. There was something else there in the way he touched your body that felt so lovely.

He pulled away from kissing you to lead you to his bedroom, leaving your shirt lying on the livingroom floor. Closing the door, he turns back to you and kisses you again, this time a little more urgently, but still soft and full of passion.

Jean gently lowered you onto the bed, climbing in between your legs. He ran his lips along the side of your neck, placing wet kisses along the warm skin. You sighed, running your hands through Jean’s hair. As much as you enjoyed this, you wanted to be the one to take care of him. You wanted to show him how much you missed him.

You push him back a little and you look at him just long enough to see the confusion on his face before flipping the two of you over so that you were on top. He looks up at you, eyes wide in surprise, while his hands run across the top of your thighs. You smile down at him before dipping your head to kiss along his jaw and neck, sometimes stopping to leave little red marks. You know he doesn’t care and won’t even bother to hide them. If anything he’ll show them off, even if he can’t say who gave them to him. He likes when you are a little possessive over him, it reminds him that you still want to be with him, despite also having Eren.

Your cold fingers dipped underneath his shirt, running along his sides, causing goosebumps to appear on his flushed skin. He lets out soft moans every now and then when your hips grind against his. Jean has always been vocal in bed, not afraid to tell you exactly what he wants and if he’s enjoying something. This has led to the two of you almost getting caught several times, but he doesn’t care.

You pull away for a moment to help him take off his shirt, taking time to run your fingers along his bare skin, as if it’s the first time you’ve ever touched him. You can see him blush underneath your gaze and you look back up at him and smile. “You’re amazing.” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again. His hands ran up your back to unclip your bra before slowly dragging the straps down your arms, the cold air against your skin giving you chills.

He pulls away from the kiss to look at you, hands coming to play with your breasts. He watched the way your chest would rise and fall quickly, growing harder when you let out a breathy whine. He placed one hand on your back as he pushed himself up. His head dropped down to kiss and suck along your collarbone and breasts. You didn’t even think about the potential hickies, not caring about anything in the world except for Jean in this moment.

You pull away, cupping his cheeks to get him to look up at you. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen and wet. “I’m sorry,” You whisper and Jean tries to look away, but the grip you have on him pulls him back to you. His eyes avoided yours, just wanting to move on and act like nothing happened, “Look at me, Jean.” He finally looked back up at you with wide eyes, “I’m sorry, okay? It was stupid of me to do that to you and I should’ve thought about that. I’ll make more of an effort from now on, I promise.”

He felt his heart swell and he felt like he was melting. For a moment, he completely forgot that you still have a boyfriend and he relished in the feeling of having you all to himself. For a moment, it really felt like you were his and he didn’t wanna let that go.

Instead of responding, he kisses you again, pulling you against him as he lowers himself back onto the bed. You grind your hips against his, growing more and more needy. You run your hand down his chest before settling against the waistband of his jeans. He lets out a gasp as you bite down onto his neck and slip your hand inside his pants. His hips stutter at the sudden feeling, pushing up against your hand to create more friction. He rolls his head back and lets out quiet moans as you palm him through his boxers.

Your free hand pushed against his hips to keep him still against the bed. You watched as he tried to squirm under you, desperate for more. You smile at him before pulling your hand out of his pants with a whine from Jean. He looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading for more.

You kissed his cheek before lifting yourself off of him to pull your jeans and underwear down, watching as he eagerly does the same. Climbing back on top of him, he leans up to meet your lips in a desperate kiss, hands against your cheeks to pull you closer to him, if that was even possible. You bring your hands back down to his hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles that drove him crazy. You were so close to where he wanted you the most.

“Please, y/n, stop teasing.” His voice was needy and breathy. Who were you to deny him pleasure? You moved your hand to grab his throbbing cock, precum dripping from the tip. He lets out a loud whine at your actions, hips bucking into your hand. You gently push him back down onto the mattress, your other hand slowly stroking him, stopping every now and then to run your thumb over the tip, pressing down onto the slit with your thumb, making him throw his head back in pleasure with a loud moan.

You move in between his legs, head level with his cock. You give the head a small kiss, your hand still stroking him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, a chill running up his spine at your actions. His hand found your hair as you took the tip into your mouth, circling the head with your tongue. The action made him moan, the grip in your hair tightening, but still not pushing you onto him. Slowly, you slid down his length, trying your best to take as much as you could into your mouth. You used your hand to help with what you couldn’t fit. Jean let out a choked moan, trying his best not to buck his hips upwards.

You slowly pulled off of him, stopping again at the tip to run your tongue across the slit, before completely pulling him out of your mouth. He moaned as the cold air touched him, his hips stuttering into your hand as you stroked him. Your tongue ran along a vein on this cock before fully taking him into your mouth again, gaining a loud moan from him.

“Oh god.. so good, so, so good” He stutters, his hand moving from the back of your head to your cheek. He looked down at you and when he met your watery eyes, he nearly busted right then. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you lowered your head as far as you could take him, gagging a little as he hit the back of your throat. He moaned loudly again, a hand gripping back onto your hair. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially with you gagging around his cock.

“y/n.. s-stop, i’m gonna” He tried to push your head back, but you stayed, pushing yourself on him a little further. You gagged again and the feeling of your throat tightening around his head was enough to send him over the edge. He pulled your head back quickly, cum shooting on the tip of your tongue. Breathing heavily, he let go of your hair, sliding his hand down to your cheek, watching as you swallowed his cum.

You sat up on your heels in between his legs, trying to catch your breath. There was drool dripping down to your neck and your lips were bright red and swollen. You looked at him and admired the fucked out look he had. His hair was messy, skin flushed and he gave you a dazed look as he came down from his high. You climb back on top of him, kissing him again. He can taste himself on your lips but he doesn’t care. That’s the last thing he’s worried about.

He pulled back, “let me take care of you, please.” he begs, fingers dancing up your thighs. Nodding, he gives you a grin before flipping the two of your over. He settled himself between your legs, face in line with your dripping cunt. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, placing wet kisses on the inside of your thighs. Just when he was about to place another kiss onto your clit, the sound of your phone ringing made the two of you jump.

Quickly, the two of you looked around the room to find your phone. Jean found it in a pile of your clothes and grabbed it to see who was calling. “Shit.” He looks up at you, “It’s Eren.” He quickly hands you the phone so you can answer it before it ends. Sitting up, you press the green button, putting the phone up to your ear.

“Hello?” You answer, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.

“Hey angel! I have some good news!” He sounded excited and it only made you feel more guilty about what you’re doing. You look over at Jean who settled himself back in between your legs. He gave you a devilish grin before trailing kisses back up your thighs.

“Really?” You’re trying your best to sound excited as Jean’s hot breath fanned against your skin. “What is it?” You have to quickly cover your mouth as he licks a stripe up your slit, pulling the phone away from your ear so Eren doesn’t hear any noises from you. You brought the phone back to your ear, trying to hide your shaky breaths as Jean looked up at you, giving a harsh suck to your clit. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, biting your lip to stop any sounds from leaving your mouth.

“Is everything alright?” His sudden change in tone made your heart drop and your skin run cold. Jean could sense your sudden change and slowed down, choosing to focus on your thighs for the moment. As hot as it was to see you try to be quiet, he did not want to get caught.

“Yeah, sorry, I uhh I just woke up from a nap. Your call scared me.” You lied, trying to sound believable. It was easier now that Jean wasn’t fucking you with his tongue.

“Oh my bad, I didn’t know you were sleeping. I just heard the good news and wanted to tell you immediately.” You wish he would just spit it out already.

“Well, what is it?” You ask, chewing on your bottom lip.

“My manager told us that we get to go home early for the holidays.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and you wanted to be excited but all you could think about was Jean’s head between your thighs as his tongue circled your clit. “I should be home in a few hours.”

“That’s great!” You were trying your best, “I can’t wait to see you and not just hear your voice.” Jean pulled away, his jaw tensing at your words. He wanted to forget about Eren. Forget that you have a boyfriend and all he wanted was for you to be all his. To belong to him and not have to hear you say these things to another man. Your time apart only made him realize how much he likes you. It made him realize that he wants more than just sex. He knew it was dangerous to keep this up, it will only get him hurt in the end, but he doesn’t want to give up the only time he has with you. He’s sitting between your legs now, a hand running across your body before slipping between your legs. He watches as you struggle to keep quiet while one of his fingers draws circles on your wet clit.

“I know, angel, I can’t wait to see you too. I’ve missed you so much.” You bring your hand back over your mouth as Jean slips two fingers inside of you without warning. This was by far the most risky thing the two of you have done. “Get some rest baby, we have a long night ahead of us when I get home.” The mix between the way Eren’s voice dropped at his words and the feeling of Jean’s fingers inside of you made you shudder. Eren let out a teasing chuckle when he heard you suck in a breath, thinking that it was because of him. “I’ll see you later, angel, I love you.”

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Hey! just saw your ask opening. I wanted to send prompt for Stony for marvel fics. New couple Steve/Tony,2012 Avengers. Top Tony / bottom Steve. very new relationship for Tony. Steve demands attention, pouts if Tony is late. Makes Tony eat and sleep. Always makes breakfast for Tony, takes lunch to his office sometimes. Changes things in the penthouse just a coushion or a painting and decorating. Tony feels its finally a home. Jarvis and bots treat Steve like the first lady of the tower. 1/3

Prompt Continued: Tony takes care of Steve, takes him out reintroduces him to New York, the world. Is always open for PDA. Makes Steve blush, Pulls chairs for him, opens door, kisses him on the cheek, in front of the team and Steve just turns red but cannot stop smiling. Tony is also romantic in the bedroom. Takes care of Steve but sometimes rough and feral and then Tony gets possessive and leaves hickeys. Steve gets really loud during sex and just moans and loses it, the Team laughs at and teases him for it.Steve makes sure they are always at team movie nights and dinner. Tony is just so giddy at his mother hening and holds him by the wais in the kitchen and just sways with him. Steve just makes his life worth living. He is Tony's sunshine. Tony is so thankful he asked him out and Steve said yes. Sometimes Steve just cuddles up to him and falls asleep in his arms. Cries when he is sad and Tony does everything to make him smile and just holds him. Tony falls for him harder than ever all over.

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Everything had changed when they finally got together. Steve often thought about that when he was wrapped in the warm arms of his lover with the familiar energy of the Arc Reactor pressed flush against his back. Tony slept so infrequently, though that too was changing, that mornings like this became time for Steve to mull over his thoughts like the slow mornings that he used to have with his mother back before she succumbed to tuberculosis. 

While Steve did miss his old life, he also enjoyed the life that he had made for himself in the future. He loved Tony with his whole heart, and was beginning to love this modern version of New York. It was easier to understand it when he had someone that he trusted so much. Tony was there every little moment when Steve became overwhelmed. He seemed to have an endless kind of patience when Steve needed something repeated to him so that he could try to understand it. Everything was so strange and different. Nothing was even remotely similar to the way that it had been when Steve was living here, and none of it was anything like the science fiction books and shows that he had seen either. To anyone else, it would have been so overwhelming that it would literally be mind-shattering. But Steve had Tony standing by his side and helping him through it, so he knew he could handle it.

When he said that Tony was the love of his life, he really meant it. He hadn’t dated that many people before his transformation into Captain America because he had been too scrawny to be appealing to anyone. Bucky had always been there, and the two of them had basically skirted around dating for their entire adult lives. He and Peggy had basically done the same thing, but he considered it a bit more like dating because they had actually been physically intimate with each other. After both of those relationships, Tony had seemed like a complete blessing.

Now, with Tony and with the change in prudence due to the times, he was allowed to show how much he loved another man without fear. He didn’t have to worry about being beaten to death or shamed because of his sexuality. He didn’t have to worry about what his friends and family were going to think about his choice in partner, other than the fact that Tony wasn’t exactly a popular person because of his own history with sex. He could enjoy their relationship and didn’t have to worry about being slightly sexual or romantic around their friends.

That being said, Tony wasn’t exactly the easiest person to be dating. He often forgot to eat or sleep at regular, human times. Steve was able to remedy that pretty well because he didn’t have a lot of other things to occupy his time. He would bring Tony meals or drag him upstairs so that his lover would eat with the rest of their friends. He also found that because he was taller than his lover, he could just pick Tony up and literally drag him to bed when it was time for sleep. Tony used to have trouble sleeping due to his trauma, both from their first fight as the Avengers and because of the events that led to him becoming Iron Man. Steve was able to sooth these as well because he had more than his fair share of trauma and PTSD from the war and his own fights. 

Outside of not knowing how to take care of himself, Tony could also be a right ass when it came to being compassionate. He had never learned how to deal with other humans when he was younger because of how isolated he had been (first because he didn’t go to public school and then because of how smart he was). They had more arguments than a lot of couples did about Tony saying or doing something that was rude and hurtful. Steve could see that he was at least making an attempt to become a better person and move on, though. 

He could see it with the way Tony stopped before he said something degrading and hurtful, and chose to say something else. He could see when Tony took a moment to do something nice for someone else that didn’t just involve spending ungodly amounts of money on them. Tony was beginning to remember things like birthdays, anniversaries, names, and the like. He had remembered the other day that Clint was deaf and spent a while learning enough ASL to get by as well as making sonic arrows that wouldn’t interfere with his hearing aide. Clint had been very touched with it, even if he did thank Steve behind the scenes. 

Tony was still a gentleman and a good person at the end of the day even if he didn’t know his way around people. He would do little things that someone might think he had an ulterior motive for. He did things like opening doors, pulling out chairs, and pretty much everything else that went with the old-timey chivalry that Steve had grown up dreaming about. 

The blond flushed a little bit as his mind strayed over to their sexual life. Tony was just as romantic and gentlemanly when it came to the bedroom as well. He would often spend hours upon hours worshipping his lover’s body and telling him how much he loved him before they got to the good part. That didn’t mean that he acted like that all the time. Every so often, Steve’s beautiful, flawed boyfriend would get so jealous that he nearly went feral. Steve still loved that kind of sex, even if it did leave him feeling sore and covered in bruises the next day. Whatever kind of sex that they had, the blond always had hickies all the way up his neck the day before.

The team was perfectly fine with their relationship as well, despite coming from all different walks of life. They were almost like Steve’s new family, even if no family would ever really be complete without Bucky. They teased the two of them, but none of them dared to go beyond a certain point like he had almost been expecting. Bucky had other friends back when they were younger and those friends used to tease the two to the point of making even Bucky cry. Steve cried easily, so that wasn’t a hard accomplishment.

The team weren’t the only inhabitants in the tower to treat him nicely, though. The bots in Tony’s lab as well as JARVIS also seemed to be kinder than normal to him. With JARVIS it could have been because Steve wasn’t very familiar with the world and so gave the AI more attention and thanks than anyone else in the tower. With the bots it was most likely because Steve remembered all of their names and would actually say hello to them when they noticed him in the lab. The blond was very fond of the bots, and even fonder of the way that his boyfriend almost treated them like his children.

Tony let out a worried noise behind him, and that brought the blond out of his thoughts for just a moment. He rolled over and placed a comforting hand on his lover’s face. Steve brought their foreheads together and let out a small, comfortable sigh. Tony wiggled closer to the warmth of the blond, burying his face into Steve’s neck. The other man chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around the small man so that he was completely enveloped in his hold. Hopefully he would stay asleep for just a little longer, and manage to get the entire eight hours of sleep that they always aimed for.

The morning sun was beginning to creep into the huge floor to ceiling windows that ringed the room, illuminating the carpet and hardwood floor. During the remodel, Steve had been there to stop Tony from doing anything too impersonal. Pepper had been good for him while she lasted, but she decided that Tony was far too much for her to deal with when he was also being a superhero on top of all of his other issues. She hadn’t been the driving force in Tony’s life that he needed, anyway. Not the way that Steve could be.

With his help, Tony’s house had been turned into something resembling a bit more of a home instead of a barren place that you would see in a magazine. It wasn’t anything big, just choosing warmer colors and thinking of practicality instead of flashy-ness when they had been repairing the damage done by Loki during the Battle of New York. After that, Steve had subtly brought in throw blankets and some of his artwork. Slowly, with the help of the superhero and the rest of their team, the penthouse suite that Tony inhabited had become a home instead of just another space to occupy.

[soulwillower]

right • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: fluffy smut with richie reuniting after 27 years

warning: swearing i assume, smut, fluff 

[this takes place during chapter 2!]

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when richie’s hotel door swings open, it looks like he was waiting for you.

he must’ve known you’d come up sooner or later. he looks like he knows why you’re here, like he saw the glances you were giving him earlier at dinner. he looks how you feel: lost, relieved, scared, and happy. 

but he’s staring at you now, so you force your voice to work even though your thoughts were swimming. “richie.” you start, unsure if you’re talking to a stranger or the boy you once were in love with.

“hi, y/n.” he says simply, a thoughtful look on his face as he lets you through his door. that’s not the way you remember him. he was always all screams and laughter and wide grins and windswept hair.

him. your richie.

you slowly look around his room which looks a lot like your own hotel room before you look back up to him. peering at his face, you see flashes of a young boy with coke bottle lenses and bandaids on his knee, cigarette in hand. you see your younger self, sitting next to him and pressing a kiss to his lips while he flings an arm around you.

how could you forget richie?

he chuckles a little bit, running his fingers over his face and breaking your trance. you watch him carefully. “we-” he starts again before huffing out a short laugh. “i forgot you existed for twenty-something fucking years.” he states and you nod. you’re feeling overwhelmed.

“do you... remember? us?” you ask softly. he just nods at you, a grin on his face. your stomach flips and you beam at him. “of course i remember. you were smokin’ back then. and you still are now, if i do say so myself.” he says cheekily, making you chuckle.

“well...we have to make up for lost time, then.” you say, tentatively putting his arm around your hips. your hands fall on his shoulders easily, “i guess we do, y/n/n.” he whispers, pulling you in for a kiss. you can't help but think of how easy this feels. how right.

it feels like the kind of kiss people wait 27 years for; it’s passionate, and he slowly pushes you down onto the bed behind you.

you look up at him and lift your shirt off, then grab the collar of his shirt and pull him on top of you. he groans, “fuck, you’re so perfect, y/n.” you blush into the kiss like you’re 14 again.

he’s kissing you just how you remember, but this time with thirty years of experience and a need to reclaim all that time as your own. together.

you feel warm inside.

a few minutes later richie’s pulling your pants down, pressing kisses onto your stomach and rubbing your thighs. you’re panting and almost 100% sure you’re going to have hickies to cover up tomorrow. you laugh lightly - you haven’t had hickies since college. "what're you giggling' at?" he asks playfully, poking your sides. it’s so sweet you might cry. 

you shake your head, "just you, richie." you whisper. you sigh as he kisses you, his fingers slipping down to rub against your heat, slipping one finger inside of you. you gasp at the feeling and he adds another immediately, kissing your hairline as he mutters, “holy shit.” 

he starts pumping his fingers into you slowly and your breathing comes out in stutters of pleasure, your fingers glued to his shoulders. he kisses you as he picks up the pace, thumb rubbing against your clit softly. you buck your hips up and he smiles into the kiss. you can’t stop whimpering as he works on you, his fingers moving deftly inside you and making you sigh with pleasure. 

his lips dance over your neck, your chest, your stomach and then he’s coming back up to kiss you again, pulling his fingers out of you. 

he strokes your hair as he grinds himself into you gently, kissing your forehead before kissing your lips. you feel his hard cock through his pants and you slip your hands down to unbuckle his pants. he pushes them off and kisses you again, pumping himself a few times.

“i need you.” you say quietly, kissing him softly as you feel him teasing your entrance. one of his hands laces with yours as he kisses back. "you have me." he mumbles against your lips. your stomach does a flip.

he groans lowly as he sinks into you. you gasp at the sensation, your hands falling on his large shoulders as he bottoms out. you whimper a little when he starts to move but he’s kissing your neck and your cheek and your lips and it’s suddenly feeling right.

it feels right to be with him and the thought of that overwhelms you. “i missed you,” you utter through gasps as he sets a pace. you feel the familiar sensation of pleasure and move your hips along with his, chasing your high.

he fills you up, making your toes curl as he kisses you. “i missed you too, sugar.” he mutters, eyes shut in pleasure as he thrusts into you.

his hands are everywhere, stroking your sides, your face and your breasts as he fucks into you.

 it's sweet, tender, and you can't stop whimpering his name as your stomach clenches in pleasure. he’s filling you perfectly. your hands rake down his back before threading into his hair. you bite your lip, covering a smile of pleasure as he hits the spot deep inside of you that makes you gasp.

“richie!” you moan, your hands threading through his hair as his thumb drops to rub at your clit. “i’m close.” you whisper in his ear. he's making you feel better than you ever have before and your mind flashes to how in love you were with him. he looks at you, a ghost of a smile lingering in his face as he thrusts into you and then he kisses you again.

this kiss is slower - it’s meaningful, loving, and conveys more than words ever could. you finish together, his thrusts slowing your a stop as you both ride out your highs. he pulls out, kissing you softly before pulling your body closer to his, pulling the covers over both of you.

this is where i’m supposed to be, you think. this is right.

[starkrogerrs]

The Captain's Bitch

a/n: i've made my own genre it's called soft crack porn. enjoy. idea by @stark-charm

Long before they'd started dating, Tony had fantasised of having Steve's dick in his ass.

It just was; Steve was a very attractive man and even though he infuriated him in the beginning, Tony really couldn't control the several wet dreams he'd had about the soldier.

Now, as he sat kneeling, butt-naked in Steve's dimly lit bedroom, as the latter littered his neck with hickies that he would later proudly flaunt, all his fantasies came rushing back to him.

Steve was sort of old-fashioned, in the sense that he didn't jump Tony's bones on the very first date. Which, if Tony was being honest, had been disappointing. Especially since they had so much pent up sexual tension they could have put to good use. Tony had agreed to take things slow though, for Steve's sake.

Three dates however, were apparently enough for Steve and that's why here they were, with Steve's long and lean fingers stretching Tony open nicely.

If his fantasies were any proof, Tony had always imagined that Steve was good but this, even though they'd barely started, exceeded all expectations.

He moaned long and slow as Steve trust a third finger in, hitting that sweet sweet spot and Tony's eyes rolled up in his head.

"I — need — you," Tony managed in between grunts as Steve continued to nibble at his ear. Steve was all around him, and Tony felt warm like he hadn't in years.

He almost whined at the loss of Steve's fingers, as the latter pulled back to get lube. Tony waited patiently, preparing himself for Steve's slick fingers to fill him again— but they never came.

Tony frowned, turning his head slightly to look at Steve, who was staring down at his back. His pupils were blown so wide that the brunet almost came then and there.

"Steve?" he called. But the blond didn't reply, his fingers now caressing the dip of Tony's tailbone gently, where his gaze was also fixated.

"Earth to Rogers. You here, babe?" he asked again, turning around completely now so that their knees touched; hating that all the work that Steve had done on his body seemed to be disappearing.

Steve all but snapped back to reality.

"Huh?" he mumbled intelligently and Tony smiled.

"Thought I'd lost you there, sweetheart."

Steve said nothing, eyes still dark as he turned Tony around, his fingernails digging into the brunette's skin. Steve pulled him onto his lap, his hardness pressing down against his back. Tony's breath hitched as arousal coursed through him again.

"When did you get this?" Steve asked then, his voice hoarse and throaty.

What? Tony thought, as Steve licked the skin of his neck again. Tony's hands immediately went up to fist the soldier's hair.

"Get what?" he croaked as Steve bit down on the spot behind his ear while grinding against his butt. God, could he just fuck him already?

Steve licked the shell of his ear, before leaning away again.

"The tattoo," he half-whispered, breath fanning Tony's neck.

Oh. That.

Tony was flung back in time, to the very eventful night of 4th of July, 1990. It was a couple of months after he'd turned twenty and the night America turned 214.

'Captain America's bitch', read the tattoo; the words a contrasting black against the red and blue of the signature shield.

"That was so long ago," Tony replied, grinding down on Steve's thigh, earning a grunt from the soldier. If he didn't have Steve inside him soon, he was going to be mad.

The blond however, had other plans.

"Talk me through it," he said. It wasn't a question.

"Are you serious right now?"

They were going to have sex for the first time, Tony's fantasy was coming true and here Steve was, asking him to narrate some stupid tale.

Steve leaned over again, sucking at the spot that made Tony's neck flush red and toes curl. Tony's eyes fluttered shut and lips parted instantly as Steve turned his chin to kiss him.

"Please, baby?"

How could he say no to that?

How could anybody say no to that?

"I got it on a dare. Blame Rhodey," he confessed, half smiling. The memory was etched into his mind with incredible detail, which was surprising because they'd been so high then.

Steve hummed in response, urging Tony to continue. He nuzzled his nose into Tony's neck, as his warm fingers skimmed down his thighs.

Wow, he thought, Steve's hands might just become his favorite part of him.

"My father, who you obviously knew," he began, tensing a little at the thought of his father. But Steve's hands found their way to his dick and palmed him gently and, well, Tony forgot whatever he was supposed to say.

"Fuck, Steve," he groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

"Go on," Steve said, stroking him slowly and What The Fuck, how was he supposed to think with Steve's hand on his dick?

"My f-father, h-he never shut up about you," he continued, "He thought you were one of his greatest creations and I— fuck — I wanted to hate you, Steve."

Steve froze against him at that and Tony bit his tongue. In his defense he didn't really know what he was saying because his brain wasn't cooperating at the moment. He was half sure Steve would just ask him to shut up but instead, he found himself being turned around and pushed onto his back. Nails digging into Tony's skin, Steve bent over him once again.

"— But I couldn't. You were a hero even in my time."

Steve smirked against his skin, and Tony felt himself relax. He grinned up at the soldier.

"Don't get too cocky now, darling. It wasn't like I was obsessed with you or anything."

Steve leaned back a little then, never letting go of Tony's waist, his grip firm. There was a wicked look on his face, eyes dark with lust. He swung Tony's legs over his broad shoulders, as the latter groaned at the sensation.

"But you were gorgeous so I had a small poster of you in my room, which may have inspired a certain set of inappropriate dreams— "

Tony almost screamed mid-sentence because Steve decided to spear in, right at the moment. Tony knew Steve was huge, but he was practically straining against him now. Tony was sure he was going to black out as bright lights swam before his eyes.

"Don't... Stop... Talking," Steve grunted out, each word punctuated with faint breaths.

"I d-dreamt about you a couple of times," he managed through gritted teeth, as Steve pulled out slowly and thrust in again.

Fuck, his legs were already shaking, but it felt oh so fucking good. He gripped at the sheets beside him tightly, hoping that he wouldn't fall.

"And I did at times bring you up in conversations randomly and— fuck— "

Another thrust. Tony bucked his hips against Steve in response, needing more of the friction as he burned around him.

"Rhodey was so done. So he dared me, that night—"

Another thrust. Steve was being painfully slow, taking his time to tease Tony.

"And I thought, why the hell not? And —" he moaned low as Steve pushed in again slowly. He could feel the orgasm building up deep inside him; the sensation creeping up from his core like wildfire.

He bucked his hips again, as Steve picked up pace, skin hitting skin with an erotic smack that echoed through the room. Tony could feel Steve slide in and out and recalled every one of those times he'd thought of this precise moment. All of those times were nothing compared to what he was feeling right now.

"And because I-I was feeling— shit— particularly rebellious, I got that- written on my back," he finished, panting as Steve reached over to stroke his length. He felt numbingly sensitive and weird lights danced before his shut eyes but God forbid if Steve stopped.

Steve was pumping at an incredible speed now, pulling Tony higher and higher, their grunts loud and filthy. This felt better than anything Tony had ever experienced and, for the very first time, felt right. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling aware of every inch of where their skin was connected in some way.

Tony chanted Steve's name over and over, each louder than the last, as they both reached their climax together. Their movement became erratic as Steve came all inside him and Tony, on Steve's chest.

They toppled onto each other, completely exhausted, warm and sweaty but happier than they had possibly ever been. Steve kissed Tony's neck again, his plump lips soft and sleep-inducing, as the brunet sighed contentedly into the pillow.

Later, when Steve had cleaned them both up and they lay on the bed; Tony's head resting on Steve's chest, as the soldier traced circles down Tony's arm.

Tony felt his eyes droop, exhaustion taking over completely. Never, in all his life, had he actually felt this warm after sex, this full, this happy.

"What was that about?" he intrigued sleepily.

"Hmm?"

"The tattoo thing."

Steve didn't reply for a moment and he wondered if the soldier had drifted off.

"What about it?" the soldier replied a long moment later, opening one eye.

"Did you not like it?" Tony asked, propping his head up on his arm. He was struggling to keep his eyes open but like they say, curiosity killed the cat.

Steve looked up at him and reached out to brush Tony's hair away from his forehead.

"Other than the fact that you're not my bitch, I loved it."

Tony smiled giddily. "Dork. What am I then?"

"My... lover?"

Tony scoffed, burying his face into Steve's chest to hide his blush.

"'Captain America's Lover' ? That'd suck as a tattoo."

Steve laughed, the deep rumble inside his chest making Tony feel warm all over again.

"Just... seeing my symbol on you...," he said, lifting Tony's chin with a finger, "It's like you've been mine all this time... and I didn't even know." His eyes darkened at that again, and Tony felt the familiar tug in his abdomen again.

Tony bit down on his lip as he gazed at Steve. Blue eyes sheltered by long eyelashes that curved towards the sharp nose and those soft, plump lips were just inviting as ever.

God, he was beautiful.

"Well, you know now. That I'm yours. Forever," he said, climbing on top of Steve, who was already moaning and captured his lips in his own.

"The tattoo's permanent."

[ravenempress101]

Southside Poison Fangs Fogarty Ft. Sweet pea

Warnings: Choking,Penetration,being manhandled, hickies, body parts exposed,lil daddy kink,dirty talk,sexual positions,sexual advancement, taking advanange of

Words:2.8k

18 and up to read! my cupcake deserves a whole episode to himself

Standing, feet firmly planted on the ground. Y/n look up at the sky. Y/n notices the sky was filling up with the overwhelming darkness decorated with little lights. The stars were appearing and the half crescent sparkle in the distance. It was show time for her. Time to take the stage of a plan that was brilliant not to follow.

Y/n was strutting down the empty ally of the enemy lines of the southside. Y/n stealthy got to the barb wire gate. She squinted her eyes scanning to see if she could break the chains that were hindering her from her destination. Then y/n guided her hands to her long hair and dipped her fingers through her hair. Trying to find a Bobby pin.

“Dang it I forgot it” y/n huffed out a breath and stomped her right foot making a boom noise. Y/n glanced again when she did there was a little opening of the fence. Y/n smirked and her eyebrow arched up then went toward the small hole and slipped her frame through it.

Continued walking into the dark Southside.

“Finally made it” y/n said while starring at the old rusted barn that held all the potions of the night to have a drunk high the next morning. The blue light shines through the window roar for her to come inside the club. When she started strutting toward the old bar of the serpents. A Man that admired Hercules workouts with tight blue Jean pants and then a red flannel covering his beefy body but no clothing underneath only abs peeking through his clothing. He stormed up to yourself, eyes were dark as the devils blood he circled himself around you while four other guys appeared from the shadows.

“Look what we have here a northsider”

He said stopping behind yourself. Y/n could feel the attention in the air. Even the smirk that was on his face. Y/n knew this was the Southside and she loved being over here with all the mysterious dark gangs that tried to take over their territory but y/n was not a woman like that.

“Hello i know I’m on the wrong side of town but I’m no threat”

Y/n said while pivoting toward the boy that had dark brown hair and dark brown squinted eyes. The man was staring at y/n furrowing his eyebrows as to wonder what she want with the Southside. A glint in his eye and then he started to strut toward you towering over you. He placed his bottom lip in between his teeth and bit slightly. Y/n rolled her eyes at the aroused boy. Y/n knew what he wanted and it was the person standing in front of him. Which is you.

“Oooo Pom poms a river vixen and cute to”

The caramel skinned guy capturing your black mini skirt from the vixens. She wanted to blend in with the Southside but that cover was sadly blown. I guess her preppyness gave it away.he twisted in his slender index finger and he scanned your curvy built. He was slightly fantasizing about your frame in his head. What he could do to you was dangerous but it will be fun for both of you.

But y/n backed away from the serpents hold and then stood there with a wide mouth and unbelievable on her face. The serpent leader and his henchmen exchanged smirks between each other loved watching there leader tease your northside self. Y/n screamed in protest.

“Hey stop fangs don’t touch my skirt”

“Hey she knows my name guys”

Fangs captured your hand in his forcefully backing you up towards the barn door on the other side of the bar. This side was worn out, there was not a soul here only thing was there was a bunch of evergreen trees and grass. With the air whispering and just the southside serpents bullying you.

“Alright sweetheart what do you want on this side of town northsiders are not welcomed “ fangs threaten yourself wanting an answer quick.y/n hit the barnyard door and she let out a wince Y/n panicked sweat dripping from her forehead. Fangs closing the gap between you and him. He was inches away from your face scanning up your soft legs to your curvy torso and then trailing up to meet your soft orbs.

“Well definitely not you slithering”

Y/n snapped at him.. As y/n shifted her weight toward her other leg and crossing her arms over her black leather jacket covered breasts. Trying to hide her harden nipples from him. the peeps he gave your way . Her body swooned with every regard fangs give her. The way he is so bad made her body drip and ooze but she wanted to go get her alcohol so she definitely had to suck up her feelings so she can drown them in the liquid she desires.

“Well your in serpent territory like I said what do you want with the south side river trash” fangs spitting out venom placing both of his hands on both sides of you so he can make you vulnerable. He looks at yourself with his eyes resting on all of your face. The evil he portrayed was kicking your innocent. Y/n began to say

“You know what i don’t have to tell you nothing I'm just gonna be going now” y/n said has she bent down out of his little hold. Then stood up and started sprinting toward the front of the bar. She was almost there by the doors to go in but y/n heard fangs boom of his voice.

“Get her now”

Then y/n heard heavy footsteps on her way.y/n high in the air her feet couldn’t touch the ground. Y/n jolted her body trying to break from the arms of the two serpent henchmen that captured her but it was no use there hold had your fragile body and y/n didn’t want to break anything so she let them have there way.

Both men dragged yourself back to fangs position there with his arms across his chest.  

“Put me down now “

fangs rolled his eyes playing with a tree bark he found and then investigate it while spitting back

“You here the lady put her down”

They threw you on the ground. Y/n winced at the pain the dirt ground brought her and she contemplated right up at fangs with a dark expression.

Then fangs strutted toward you bending down right in front of yourself looking at your helpless body. him taking the tree limb and running it velvety on your love handles He smirked while began to say.

“A feisty one and a runner I love them like that hun”

Y/n pants from her tiredness and tries to stand up but finds herself right back on the floor with a cringe. Fangs grabbed her foot covered by black leather boots and tripped her. He loved seeing her struggle. It was like a game of cat and mouse. You were his prey.

“Okay okay hear me out, I’m not here for the bulldogs only for a hard drink of your Southside whiskey that’s it”

“She’s lying I heard her talking with her boyfriend Reggie”

One of the gang members with dark raven sloppy hair and golden eyes accused her of the little plan from the northside bulldogs for her to accomplish. Y/n stormed over toward the guy then placed her index finger on his chest pointing vigorously at him.

“First of all he’s not my boyfriend and second shut up sweet pea”

Then the guy named sweet pea pushed yourself making yourself fall back and sweet pea squinted at fangs.then yourself loop around towards fangs as he came back to you and then began to say.

“Honey rule number one of lying don’t make it so obvious”

“Serpents she’s a plant from the bulldogs and you know what we do with northside girls”

Fangs boomed as he took yourself in his. He apprehend your torso and placed yourself on his shoulder. Then started walking to the empty trailer park. while throwing the tree branch. Y/n breathing quickened as to what fangs had in store for her. She couldn’t believe Reggie wanted to know so bad what the southside did. Now she was betting on with her life. Fangs he was sexy but ruthless.

“Please I’m sorry they put me up to it I’m innocent in this I swear please no”

“Oh don’t worry your gonna be in good hands for a while now”

Fangs saying with every step he takes to the empty trailer. Y/n mentally slapped herself at the failed attempt of accomplishing this situation that the bulldogs brought.then y/n began to threaten fangs.

“You know what you snakes are just dogs to with your fake bad boy demeanor your just so fake

Fangs makes it into the empty trailer and drops you to the floor of the trailer while locking the door right behind him then he conquers your body forcefully and deposite you on the wall of the home he owned and squeezing your neck slightly and then said sternly

“Now look, I don’t like how you northsiders think you're so better than us. With your fake preppyness and always having your way”

“But you, river vixen, needs a lesson to be taught to”

Fangs hand leaves your throat as you cough a breath. He held your hands above your head. Y/n squirmed trying to force herself out his grasp. Fangs got closer to your face. You could feel his scorching breath brush against your lips.

“Mhmmm love when they struggle” fangs still having his hands in yours and taking your arms twirling you around your back is to his beefy chest. Fangs forcing your hands behind your back and you turn around away from him. Y/n panting

“Mhmmm if you weren’t sexy I would’ve kicked your but already” fangs smiled at the smart remark you performed and then he started to place small kisses on your neck .fangs deepening the kisses making them linger. Then he twirled yourself back around and switch to the left side of your neck pecking. Then he stopped on your shoulder French kissing and sucking at the skin. Your skin started to break from his sucking and flare up with blue and purple wombs.

Once he was done marking yourself he licked his masterpieces and trailed down to your chest. Fangs lifted your body off the ground. Hanging your frame like a painting. While on the wall he ripped your white tank top off exposing your red lingerie. He kissed in the bridge of your breasts and then he trailed kisses on the right side of your boob. He started to lick the naval of your boob. Fangs placing his strong slender finger on the nipple squeezing it making you wince out right in front of him.

Then he placed your thick legs on the sides of his shoulder and placed gentle kisses on your clit. Your core ached for fangs. Dripping through your panties from his licking he brought to you. Y/n through her head back in euphoria taking all of the pleasure that he did on her. Y/n moaned and was moving up and down the wall at fangs being forceful making his tongue draw figure 8s of her covered core. Y/n found her painted fingers in the boys raven hair and she loved the hold fangs had on her thighs. He removed his mouth from her heat and placed velvety kisses on her inner thighs.

Y/n smirked looking at his movement.y/n wanted fangs in her so badly. She wanted his weight to crush her while he had his way with her. Fangs dropped her down to the floor. As y/n caught herself just in time. Y/n quiver from her legs shaking beneath her from his pleasure.

Fangs started to take his flannel off throwing it and the clothing landed on his worn out tv. Then he undid his pants and they pooled to the floor along with his underwear. Y/n got loss in his beefy abs.

“I love that look in your eyes”

Fangs hiked over towards her. Placing sloppy kisses on her lips. Him pushing yourself toward the bedroom. Y/n met with the bed her back plopped on the bed along while fangs climbed on top. He started kissing slipping his tongue in your mouth His tongue battling with yours. His dominance took over and him winning in the process. He placed his hands on your red lingerie pantie. Slowly bringing the underwear down your legs as you were exposed to him.

Fangs lined his pre cum soaked head at y/ns entrance. He plunged in yourself and started moving in and out. Fangs was enormous growing inside her when he went back out. Y/n groaned loudly at fangs stabbing her. Her moans danced around the room as she felt the sharp pain of his panther like thrust. Fangs changing direction and curving inside her. He stayed inside her and repeatedly did short strokes. Y/n felt her walls tickle with his movement. Y/ns core clenched around him.

Fangs felt her warmth and started to move slowly in and out. Fangs moaned from the pressure you placed on his head. Then fangs took himself out of you. Y/n whines from the miss feeling of him. But he started to turn yourself around and then fangs lined up at your entrance from the back of yourself and then entered with one swift motion. Him stabbing at yourself. Fangs was on top of your back drilling into yourself. Y/n melted against him as he towered over yourself. Y/n leaned her head back moaning.

fangs whispered in your ear

“i love that i’m making you mine darling”  Then her mouth fell agape. Y/n getting loose in his lust. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her orbs shut right behind them. Y/n loved the feeling fangs brought her.

Then he turned yourself right back around while he was still in yourself. Fangs changing his direction and teasing the cervix. Y/n could feel him throb in her as he began to interject inside. Y/n grabbed fangs back for resistance. Y/n getting lose in his thrusts. Fangs moaning feeling the room while she moaned from his jabs.

“uh uh uh yes”

Y/n grieve out she could feel fangs sweat drip on her body. Y/n was panting at the fast pace pokes he carried. Y/n leaned her face inside his shoulder as fangs rides her out. Y/n feeling him pierce more and more in her made her frame go into a frenzy.

Y/n could feel her high coming all at once. Y/n endured a few more rough digs as fangs kissed her neck. Y/n felt fangs slow down but his structure gotten sloppier as he started to feel his high come. He grabbed her throat restriction her inhale. Y/n whispering her moans as fangs did one more thrust and stayed in her cervix. He felt his high lace his body and then he split all of his white substance inside her. While booming a “fuck”

Then y/n felt fangs warm cum inside her. She followed right up to him. Shutting her eyes feeling her orgasm rule over her body. Fangs pushed a little harder on her neck which made her orbs shot open.

Fangs roar

“Look at me while you release. I deserve to see how you look northsider”

Y/n starred at fangs her eyes going gloomy as her orgasm spilled on his manhood. Y/n moaned from her high. Y/n couldn’t stop squirting it felt like eternity. She came down from it. Her legs shaking in the process and her body was at a stand still. Going limp. Fangs got off her and y/n stared at the glow fangs had.

Then he smiled at yourself and then he grabbed something from the desk and y/n looked at what was in his hand. It was a glass of his liquor from the bar she wanted to go to. He had a whole bottle and he wanted to share it with yourself.

“You earned it” fangs said while waving the drink in front of your face y/n grabbed the dark liquor from him

“Shut up fogarty”

then y/n mashing the glasses together the glasses making a clink sound then y/n sipped the liquid and laughed at how good it tasted and how much fun fangs was to her even if she did break the rules.

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

I made this into NSFWish, it's not reaching the *redacted* scene. However, this is really hard, I kept forgetting that the reader is male and not reversed. RIP me.

AgedUp20!Nezuko x Male!Reader (NSFWish Warning)

Nezuko did it again. She trapped you inbetween her arms, even though you're clearly bigger than her.

Please don't ask, where is her cutie pie act in front of Tanjirou, where is her 'I tilted my head with certain angle to look cute' in front of Zenitsu, or being simply adorable in front of Inosuke.

None of them were shown to you. You really wanted to tell them all of those are lies.

So when she started to hug you and made puppy face, that's the sign.

This is what Nezuko always intended to do to you.

In this small room.

She stared at your eyes while making smug face. You blushed and sagged your back onto the wall, and fell down.

Oh, come on, where is your strength as a man?! But, huh, that's useless since Nezuko clearly stronger than you.

Power bottom is scary.

She smirked. She's really grateful that she regained all of the same ability as human again, even though she's still a demon when she hit 20 years old.

"Hm." She started scanning on your body. Haori, check. Hakama, check. Scars, check. Cool face, check.

"You know what." She looked at her claws. “I'm going tear off your clothes and have my way with you.”

"You what-"

She suddenly clawing your clothes, the fabric pierces into pieces. You just opened your mouth without saying anything.

"Relax." She whispered. She pushed you down, positioning herself in between you, almost sitting down on your stomach. "I'm going to make you really feel good, so be a good boy for me?"

She kissed your forehead first, and down to the cheeks, and then lips. She likes this part, it's not soft but great for biting purpose.

While she grinding her hips onto your crouch, she positioned her mouth onto your neck.

Making hickies, like she should be.

You tried to put your hands on her hips, but she held them, pinned it to the earth.

"Nuh-huh. No touching. Be a good boy like you always be, will you?" She smirked again, continuing her bites and licks.

And now she's landing on your upoer body. She dragged her teeth along on your chest and sometimes light-biting your nipples.

Your head was spinning, you could feel your face burning. You felt helpless under her care.

She's quite satisfied with her creations. You trembling with dozens of hickies on your necks and all over the body made her turned on.

"And now, the main dish." She yanked your hakama pants out of her way. You became scared more than ever. "Receive my full-"

"NEZUKO?"

Tanjirou suddenly popped out from the door.

Looks like Nezuko was too eager she forgot to lock the door room.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Nezuko grunted and shifted her position facing towards him.

"Loving my lover?"

"I know he's your lover, but-"

"GAAAAHHHH!!!" Zenitsu went in along with Tanjirou. "YOU SICK FUCK BASTARD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO NEZUKO?!!"

"Wait, Zenitsu. This is not his fault. Nezuko, you better explain what happened." She stood up and tidied her own kimono while grunting.

"Nothing, I just want to love him."

"NEZUKO, PLEASE LEAVE THIS GUY, HE DIDN'T DESERVE YOU. DATE ME INSTEAD, I'M READY BEING TORN-"

"Again, Zenitsu that's not- Aah." Tanjirou looked down at your pitiful condition. Torned haori, reddened face, and not to mention how many hickies she made.

"Oh no, he passed out."