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tinkerbellwoo · 3 years

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A Man In Uniform - C. San

Synopsis - San’s first day on the job as a police officer takes an erotic turn when you notice how hot he looks in his uniform.

Genre - Smutty smut

AU - Non Idol, established relationship

Pairing - Police Officer!San x Female!Reader

Warnings - Bad language, pet names, use of handcuffs, spanking, squirting, cum eating, unprotected sex (wrap ur sausage), Dom!San, oral (F receiving), role play, dirty talk, fingering, ‘Sir’ used multiple times, slight overstimulation, nipping?, idk bruh it’s hella dirty you get it LMAO

Word Count - 1,300+

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San has trained for years to become a police officer, it was his dream since he was a little boy and he’s finally got his own uniform. Today is his first day on the job as an officer at your local police station and you’ve never felt so proud.

You’ve been receiving text updates from him all day:

“Babe! I just made my first arrest! Are you proud of me? :D”

“I just used the lights and the siren for the first time. I feel so badass~”

“There’s so many buttons in this car...”

As cute as he’s being, one thing remains on your mind, the selfie San sent you earlier in the day of him in his police uniform. You never thought seeing your boyfriend in a uniform would turn you on so much, your thighs squeezed together as soon as you opened the photo, a surge of arousal being pumped through your veins by your pounding heart.

He’s been boasting about all of his gear on his belt but one particular piece of equipment stuck out the most to you, his handcuffs. The thought of him snapping his cuffs onto your wrists and holding them behind your back as he fucks you is only one of the many fantasies you've had so far today.

Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your trance.

“On my way home, Bun. The Chief let me off early today, see you soon! <3″

You run to your shared bedroom and freshen yourself up a little, changing into San’s favourite lingerie set of yours as well as a satin robe, tied but still loose enough to expose your cleavage perfectly, with a fraction of your lace push-up bra peeking out of the fabric.

Minutes later, San enters the house. “Sweetie, I’m home-” He yells before pausing at the sight in front of him. You walk towards him and a seductive aura fills the air around you both. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this a wonderful surprise” San smirks as he reaches for your waist. Your hands lay flat against his chest as you lean up to kiss him.

“You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you today” You whisper against his lips, causing you both to smile into another kiss. “Oh yeah?” He questions, eager to hear more from you. “Mhm, you look so sexy in your uniform” You reply, placing a couple of kisses along his jaw before nipping lightly at his earlobe.

San hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall where he devours your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands fly to his hair as you feel him grind his stiffening length against your clothed core. You moan into his mouth and he pulls away slightly. “Can you surprise me like this every time I come home from work?” He asks in his deep voice.

You giggle and tug his tie to pull him back against your lips. Without breaking the kiss, San walks you both to the bedroom where stands you at the end of the bed, he removes his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “Stop” You blurt out, causing your boyfriend to halt his actions, chest exposed and slight confusion on his face. “Leave it on, I like a man in uniform” You smirk, causing the young man to scoff before he caresses your chin and places a quick kiss onto your lips.

“You wanna play? Let’s play, Princess” He whispers lowly against your lips, untying the ribbon to your robe and letting it fall to the floor before you kick it aside. “Turn around” He orders, you obey. “Hands behind your back” He orders once again with a stern voice. You feel a rush of adrenaline consume you as the cold metal of his cuffs snap over each of your wrists

“Have I been naughty, officer?” You tease, peering over your shoulder to be met with the devilish stare of your boyfriend. “Absolutely, you ready for your punishment?” San plays along with your little game “Yes, sir.” You smile innocently as you bat your eyelashes at him with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. Suddenly you're being bent over the bed, followed by a harsh spank you your ass. You yelp in pleasure at the burn lingering on your skin.

“You’re such a dirty girl” San teases from behind you, adding another spank to your ass before rubbing the skin to soothe the pain. He wastes no time in getting on his knees and tugging down your panties, dragging his fingers through your folds and collecting your slick on his digits, admiring how wet you are for him. “So wet for me”.

Before you can respond, he buries himself face-deep in your cunt, lapping up your juices and sucking on your clit. San slides two fingers into your dripping hole, pumping them at a steady pace as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. You release a pornographic moan at his actions, you’ve been so eager for his touch all day. “Fuck baby, you're sucking me in” He states.

He adds a third finger, lifting one of your legs onto the bed to grant his mouth better access to your clit. Flicking his tongue against your bud as he fucks his fingers into your hole is all it takes to bring you to your first orgasm, however, you’re not given much time before San's belt hits the floor and his now rock-solid cock is hanging out of his pants as he pumps it a couple of times.

Pulling your leg back down from the bed, your boyfriend grabs your hips and drags his cock through your folds before thrusting into you from behind. A combination of a gasp and a moan leaves your lips as he picks up a steady pace. You look like a hot mess, your cheek pressed against the sheets, drool spilling from your lips, mascara slightly smudged under your eyes, but this is how San loves to see you.

“S-Sannie” You moan. That earns you another spank to your ass. “Wrong name, Darling” He boasts as he leans over your weak figure. “S-sir” You yelp. The title brings San to a harsher pace, your legs begin to grow weak as you feel your another orgasm approaching. “Fuck- I think I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum?” You beg pathetically with a shaky voice caused by the violent thrusts generated behind you.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? Do you think you’ve been good enough? Hmm?” He questions, still sucked into his role and loving every second of it. “Yes Sir! Please!” You whine. San grabs the cuffs with one hand, tugging at them slightly to support his pace as he quickens even more, snapping his hips into yours at a relentless pace as his other hand finds your clit and begins to rub circles.

“Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my cock” He orders and all you can do is whimper as your orgasm finally rushes through you, more intensely than ever before, so intense, you squirt all over San’s lower half. “Fuck! I didn't know you could do that!” He says, shocked.

His thrusts grow sloppy as you’re pushed into overstimulation. “On your knees” He demands, desperately. Obeying his order, you face him on your knees with your mouth open and tongue out as he pumps his cock rapidly. Your juices glisten against his skin and coat his uniform.

Reaching his climax, San releases his load onto your tongue, spurts of his hot cum cover your chin and chest as he groans in pleasure at the sight. Swallowing what's in your mouth, you lick the remaining liquid from your chin and your lips, pushing some into your mouth with your fingers.

“Shit, Baby. Why didn't I get this job sooner?” He jokes, causing breathless laughter to fill the room as he helps you up from the floor before releasing you from the cuffs.

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A/N - SHEESH- So ya’ll saw that pic that San uploaded... with the uniform... yeah. Now we’re here. ANYWAYS, This is literally such dirty filth but I love it, I didn't know I needed San in a Police uniform until baby came thru with it oof. Thanks for reading 💙

Tag List - @simphwa @jonghoisababie @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires

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abovethesmokestacks · 3 years

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Kiss Me

Title: Kiss Me

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Rating: T

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Very intense kissing? Some grinding?

I am back on my Henry bullshit, this time with the lovely Captain Syverson. As with my last Henry fic, this came about from a discussion with Brooke, which led to a personalized fic, and she graciously okayed me posting it as a reader insert for the rest of you to enjoy. Partly inspired by the video of strangers kissing for the first time. And if this guy were the one I’d get to kiss? Hold on while I go full koala on him.

The early afternoon sun had seemed blistering when she left her apartment, and the sundress had been the obvious option; light, breezy material, a pretty pattern that combined comfort and style. The sun had nothing on the man sitting down opposite her now, radiating a kind of warmth and confidence that had heat creeping up her chest and neck, her fingers fiddling in her lap.

It had been a spur of the moment decision, an audition call shared by a recent acquaintance on Instagram. Film majors at the nearby college needed volunteers for a course project, weekend appointments, no experience needed, come as you are. Sounded fun, her weekends were mostly open anyway. What could possibly go wrong. She had messaged the contact person, gotten an address and a time to show up.

The first shock, admittedly, had come as she was signed in, given a form to fill out, detailing the project. She. Was going to kiss. A stranger. In front of cameras. For a film project.

“Miss? Are you alright?” The bubbly brunette who had signed her in, Abigail, according to the name tag tacked to her t-shirt, had looked at her, and she realized she must have made a sound.

“No! No, I'm fine, I- I just didn’t realize I’d- That this was-”

“Oh! Oh, you’ll be fine, there will be people in the room, you'll be safe as houses, darling, we won't say your names, that'll be up to you to share if you want.” The twang of her accent had was oddly comforting, but her heart was still racing, and suddenly, the handful of people lined up sitting in the corridor seemed all the more dangerous. She was going to kiss one of them. Fuck. Hastily, she'd filled out the rest of the form, handing it back and taking the number given, finding the nearest chair and trying to rifle through her purse as discreetly as she could for a chewing gum or a breath mint.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She had nearly launched out of her seat when her number was called, probably doing a credible impression of a deer caught in headlights. Abigail had smiled at her, motioning for her to follow.

“I promise, you will be fine. Our project manager wanted to explore the intimacy of the first kiss, what happens in those seconds before.”

“Why strangers?”

“It’s more… honest,” Abigail had said. “Couples know each other, know what to expect. They are comfortable. And it’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing sweeter. I still remember my grandpa kissing my grandma goodnight when my brother and I would stay over when we were kids, the absolute comfort and love between them. But strangers, they don’t know what to expect. There’s a level of trust between them, courage to take the leap.”

That’s… She couldn’t decide if that eased her mind or set it racing even more. She’d simply nodded, letting Abigail lead her to a door a little way ahead, unlocking it for her.

“You can leave your purse on the table on the right when you enter. Then go sit in one of the chairs. I’ll bring the guy in shortly. The camera will start rolling as soon as he sits down, you can introduce yourself if you want, just your name, doesn't even have to be your real one if you don't want to, and you can share whatever else you feel comfortable sharing and then…”

“Then we kiss.”

It had seemed so simple, so straightforward in all its terrifying simplicity.

At first, there is only the outline of him, stark against the light outside the room and showing a muscular frame with tensed shoulders and a wary gait. Folding her hands in her lap, she picks at the fabric of her dress, folding the skirt into tight pleats between her fingers, following the man as he inches closer. Dark jeans that reveal long legs and thick thighs, a worn t-shirt tucked into them that stretches over a chest that is… impressive. His face, though… His face is what sets her heart fluttering all anew. A strong jaw, hidden under a neatly trimmed beard, a slightly pouty lower lip and a perfect cupid’s bow. His nose looks like it may have been broken once, but it’s been set pretty well, lends character to his face, enhanced by the clear blue of his eyes that focus in on her. His hair is short, curling a little at the ends, but kept as neat as his beard, almost like a military man, but she can spot no chain around his neck that would hold his dog tags.

And then, he’d walked in.

She barely hears the murmur to her left when the cameras start rolling.

He doesn’t speak until he’s sitting down, gaze on her, softening a little as he holds out a hand.

“Ca- Shit, sorry. No names, right?” He looks at her, almost a little scared that he’s messed up, and it is far too endearing for such a rugged man.

Without hesitation, she gives her first name, her real first name, a little surprised at herself for offering it along with her hand. His hand is calloused, warm and big, her own palm almost drowning in his clasp when he takes it. “Nice to meet you.”

The man laughs, releasing her hand and relaxing in his seat. “Sy. Nice to meet you, too. Pardon me if I'm being rude, but you don't sound like you're from around here.”

“Here for work for the next couple of months. Gotta say, you've got a pretty good ear.”

His eyes sparkle, a smile tugging at his lips, and god, the heat rises in her again, different from the apprehension that had her worked up just moments ago. He is the kind of man that draws you in, that can make you melt with a look, and she is fading fast. She is going to kiss him. He is going to kiss her.

“I won't hold it against you," Sy quips, hands resting on his thighs, and god, she wants to feel them on her.

"Me not being from around here? Or are we talking about something else?"

"Well, I was thinking the first..."

His words trail off, the suggestion hanging heavy in the silence. It feels like it stretches an eternity between them, but it's probably no more than five seconds. She's about to ask if they should start, if she should move, but Sy is looking at her, gaze wandering, assessing. The way he takes her in,i's not objectifying or greedy, not judgmental. It's… curiosity. Assessing her, planning his move, appreciating her, and she can feel it, feel his gaze move up and down her face, when it dips down for a fraction to her chest.

Everything fades with his first move. There are no cameras, no people, no one but them. Sy moves slowly, deliberately, scooting to sit on the edge of the chair, knee knocking against hers. It's electric, making her flinch and gasp, and that seems to please him. His hand comes up to rest on her knee, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, locking eyes with her, willing her to relax.

"There we go…" Sy croons when she lets out a small sigh, his voice low and velvety. "Just relax. 'S just you an' me here. Don’t need to think about the rest of ‘em.. I'll be good, darlin', you can trust me. Isn't that right?"

She can only nod, inching towards the edge of her own chair, drawn into his warmth, the gentle timbre of his voice, the smolder behind the blue of his eyes.

"Yeah, that’s right, sugar. C’mon, come closer.”

His voice is hypnotic, not quite a purr, not quite a rumble, but it begs to be obeyed. She leans in closer, the two of them mirroring each other, and the tension is no longer in his shoulder, but sparking between them. His measured breaths fan lightly against her skin, and though everything in her should, by all logic, tell her to run, she finds herself relaxing. Sy’s thumb keeps working tight little circles, and he moves slowly, giving her plenty of time to see his intentions, and God, she welcomes it, tilts her head to welcome him.

It’s no explosion of stars or fireworks. His lips are a little chapped, but he knows how to kiss, working against her in soft pressure and the tease of his tongue along the seam of her lips. It’s not forcing the kiss, just giving her the option, showing that he is offering. When his other hand comes up to cup her cheek, she can’t help the needy whine that escapes her, and Sy smiles into the kiss, deepens it a little, swipes his tongue along her lips again.

She opens, happily surrendering, feeling him push back, soothing his thumb along her cheekbone. He kisses like she is the one thing he has been longing for, his happily ever after at the end of a long adventure. She kisses like he is the single point of stability in a storm, the one safe harbour in the entire world. Their spaces intertwine, slowly phasing and his one hand on her cheek is nowhere near enough. She pushes, Sy gives, and in one fluid moment and a happy sigh, she has straddled his lap, slinging her arms around his neck. She’s not letting go, not leaving this moment, and it’s almost like triumph when he embraces her, palms splaying on her back and she can feel the warmth through the thin material of her dress.

It’s a kiss for the ages, and they’re both hungry, both taking what the other gives freely. Sy’s hands wander, his fingertips teasing at the neckline to brush against heated skin, and she digs short, manicured nails into the skin of his neck, revelling in the groan he lets out. He pulls her closer, and oh. Her stomach does a somersault, a surprised giggle punctuating their kiss. Under her, Sy is hard, and the brief contact makes her all too aware of just how damp her panties have gotten.

There’s a less than discreet cough, and it pops their bubble, their gazes both snapping to the sound.

Right.

The film crew are standing behind their gear, some squirming, clearly a little uncomfortable. Sy gives a laugh, and it’s hard not to follow. She still feels winded from the kiss, head swimming, and she touches her forehead to his, biting her lower lip.

“I think we… might have overdone it,” she whispers, lips brushing against his cheek.

“I’m inclined to agree,” Sy agrees, his shoulders shuddering with poorly disguised mirth. He looks up at the film crew, “So, are we good?”

“Yup, great! We’re really- we’re good, you guys can, uh… Yeah. Good. Thanks. Um. Yeah. Great.”

They both laugh again at the awkward crew member, and she slowly eases off Sy’s lap. It’s too much of a temptation not to glance down, to raise an eyebrow at the visible bulge pressing against his jeans. He gives her a mock-chiding look before getting up himself, taking care to not face the crew as he falls into step next to her.

“Look,” he says as soon as they are out of the building, wringing his hands as he walks, “I know we just met, and that… that back there was for a project. But, god, sugar, you got my head spinning all kinds of ways, and I… it would be rude to ask to continue right away where we left off, much as I… god, I would really, really like to kiss you again, and… other things… But maybe you would be okay with a date? Anywhere you want. You can get to know me better. I’ll answer any questions you have, I’ll bring character references, I’ll pay for dinner and dessert, whatever you want.”

Halting, she tilts her head and looks up at him. The steely look that had assessed her when he’d entered the room is gone, as is most of the smoldering passion when their kiss had broken. It still lingers in his eyes, simmering behind the hope that made them glitter.

“You’ll answer any question?” she asks, smiling at the way he eagerly nods. “Is your name really Sy?”

“Yes. Well, technically. Syverson’s my last name, so Sy’s just a nickname.”

“And your first name? You started saying something else when you came in.”

“No, that was… I was in the army for a couple of years,” he explained, pulling up one of the sleeves of his shirt to show an army insignia tattooed on his bulging bicep. She bites her tongue, wondering if he had any other tattoos on his body, almost missing when Sy continues speaking, “-made it to captain before I got my honourable discharge. Just became a force of habit to introduce myself as Captain Syverson.”

“So, you’d bring one of your army buddies as your character reference?” She slows down to a stop, clasping her hands in front of herself. “I suppose now that you’re out of the army they wouldn’t feel as compelled to make you look good.”

Sy mirrors her, feet shoulder-width apart and hands clasped in front of him, and yeah, now she can see it, the posture. Definitely army guy. “No, no, god no! The guys in my unit would sooner throw me under the bus if I asked them to vouch for me in front of a pretty lady.”

“Oh, then who’d get the honour?” she asks, blushing at his compliment.

“When you signed in, there was a girl, right? Brown hair?”

“Abigail.”

“Abby,” Sy says, glancing back towards the building. “She’s my sister. Talked me into coming today, said they needed more people.”

“She must have something major hanging over you if she got you to agree to this.” Her voice is light, joking a she inches closer to him.

“Well…” Sy drawls, taking a step forward and gently grasping her hand, “I was promised a really good kiss.”

“A really good kiss, huh?”

Just like before, he makes the first move, hooking his finger under her chin and holding her still while he closes the space, capturing her lips in another kiss. It’s searing, slowly setting her afire, and she wants it, wants him, wants everything he’s giving and everything he’s offering. He keeps it short, and she can feel herself get up on her tippy toes to get more, and damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him. She bites her lower lip.

“So how about that date, huh, darlin’?” Sy husks out, and fuck, she can hear the smile in his voice.

“I can pick the place?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And I can pick the time?”

“Any time you want.”

She reaches out, puts a hand on his neck, drags her fingers along warm skin and pulls him down to whisper in his ear.

“Your place. Right now. And dinner… is on me.”

#Kiss Me #Captain Syverson x reader #Syverson x reader #Sand Castle fanfiction

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sunflovverharry · 4 years

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Friends with Benefits - Chapter 2

a/n: I’m back with a new chapter of my fwb series and it hasn’t been proofread, but I wanted to get it out for you as it’s been two weeks since I posted the first one. As always, I hope you like this chapter and please reblog or message me if you do, enjoy! <33 To read the first chapter, click here

Pairing: police officer!h + Alex

Word count: 7k

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, nsfw content

Three weeks later, my group of friends and I were yet again sitting in a booth at the club we went to last time. They’ve been out once after last time, but I had to sit that one out because of work. I had basically taken over the vice-headteacher role as she had quit out of nowhere and we have noone to replace her before the end of the school year. It’s a fucking pain in my ass but the headteacher didn’t really give me a choice as she flinged all the papers and what not I had to go through while also doing my job as a counsellor.

Tonight I was ready to forget all about work and students as I chugged the rest of my pint, ready to feel the effects of the alcohol running through my blood. I downed a shot of whatever Jake had ordered for us before dragging Charlie with me to the dance floor already stuffed full of drunk young adults much like myself. I’m not much of a dancer no matter how much alcohol I have consumed, but today I felt like I needed to shake off some steam and the only way I knew how right now was to get dancing.

Walking to the dance floor, I started feeling the groove as my body began to move to the hip hop coming out through the speakers all over the club. I pulled Charlie behind me before coming to a stop near the middle of everyone, shaking my hips to the beat. Never having liked hip hop, I was glad the alcohol I’d consumed made me forget about actually listening to the music, only interested in going back to my teen years and dancing like I had no care in the world. Grinding my ass on Charlie, throwing my hands up in the air I was feeling myself and everything about this week was quickly showed to the back of my head and forgotten. Charlies hands were on my hips, no doubt making everyone around who were still clear in their heads think we were either a couple or hooking up tonight. This wasn’t the first time we’ve danced like this, having known him since my early teens and instantly became good friends so I have no plans of ever hooking up with him.

Not much later, most of our friends had joined us on the floor. We moved between each other, dancing with everyone before they decided to make a circle. That’s when I went back to our booth. My days where standing in a circle on the dance floor was cool, were over a long time ago.

Sinking back into one of the leather booth sofas, I found my phone in my purse slung over my shoulder. There were a couple of notifications from friends having sent snapchats of their nights and a message from my mum from earlier in the night I didn’t even bother to read. Checking the time before putting the phone back in my purse, I made my way to the toilets. There wasn’t much of a line thankfully so I walked straight into a cubicle with an open door, locking it behind me. I could feel the effects of the intoxicating liquors I’d consumed since starting this evening. My head was spinning, but not enough for me to feel sick, yet anyways. I left the cubicle to wash my hands and fix the layer of makeup I’d put on. My eyes were blurring the matching picture of myself in the mirror, making me squint to see if I was doing my lipstick right.

Smacking my lips together and putting the lid on the lipstick, I could hear the door to the bathroom open, the sound of the music louder in the few seconds before it flung shut again. I wasn’t looking at who came in as I was putting the lipstick back into my purse. Hearing the clearing of a throat not too far from me made me look up at whoever made a sound of wanting my attention, presumably one of my friends wondering why I left them out there.

My eyes flung up to meet the same green eyes I’d met at the bar three weeks ago. The same eyes I’d stared into as his lips moved when he spoke. The same eyes I watched as he came inside me. The same eyes I apologetically left early the next morning. The same eyes I’d dreamt about ever since that night. Who wouldn’t dream about them? They are magnificent.

“Fancy seeing you here.” I’m sure my jaw was still hanging in shock of seeing him again. I hadn’t expected having another interaction with him, not that I’m disappointed in the slightest.

I let out a chuckle, his smirk still glued onto his lips, just like when he was standing opposite me leaning onto his kitchen counters three weeks ago. The sight of him and the memories of last, or first should I say, time we met already made my clit throb. I’d get something more to imagine when I’m touching myself - only being able to get off to the thought of Harry since that night. Pure lust and want is flowing through my body as I continue looking up at him wondering why he’s at this club again, remembering how he had told me he wasn’t a regular here.

“You look gorgeous, pet.” Harry’s eyes glided down my body to take me in from top to toe. I didn’t feel intimidated under his eyes at all, but that might be because of the alcohol or the fact that there was a smug smile on his lips for the duration of his glance.

“I must say I’m disappointed that you’re not in your police uniform, but I guess you look good, too, officer.” I could see the gears turning in his head as he heard the nickname. He’s got to be called officer at least a hundred times a day, but not in a sultry, seductive tone like I said it in.

There was a moment of silence between us as we held each others eyes. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes only visible in a certain light though. Still handsome as hell. I’m sure he’d look fine no matter what.

Finally Harry pushed a single curl that fell down back and exhaled a long breath as if he’d been holding it in for the time we were stood there.

“And you’re still bold as ever, huh?” He closed the distance between us in a couple of strides, his long legs moving his body swiftly. A pair of black jeans were tight against his muscular thighs while his upper body was adorned by a colourful t-shirt with some saying I couldn’t focus on. The man looked just as handsome as the last time I’d seen him. I’d even go as far as to call him cute when he gets that dimpled smile decorating his cheeks. Saying it turned me on was an understatement, my knickers getting wetter as the moment passed.

Having the liquid courage, I made a quick decision to answer his question by moving my hand from my side to run my index finger around his lips with a snicker, “You bet.” Only having a brief time spent with him sober that Saturday morning, he knows me as bold and confident - which isn’t necessarily how I am in the confinement of my own home and company.

Harry’s eyes were frantic as he looked from my finger as I traced his lips to my own eyes looking at his lips. It took him a few seconds to collect himself. One of his perfectly calloused hands gripped my wrist, his eyes on mine as he lowered it and took a hold of my neck with his free hand. I looked up at him with curious eyes wondering what he was planning on doing to me, silently hoping for a repeat of what happened three weeks ago.

It appeared he was going back and forth with himself about if he should move away or close the small gap between us. I waited for him to make up his mind, not wanting him to pull away but not doing anything to keep him closer. Maybe he was searching for consent before doing anything more than holding me in place, not wanting anything to jeopardize his career. I still hadn’t moved away or made any sign of being uncomfortable in his hold.

Suddenly he tightened his hold on my neck and pulled me in and smacked our lips together in a long and shamelessly urgent kiss. His lips felt just as nice and full against mine as last time. The softness to them was delicious, the stubble around his lips going down his jaw making the juxtaposition incredible. Only feeling his lips made my head swim in thoughts about how I want to feel him do the same thing to my pussy lips - so what will tasting the inside of his mouth make me think?

Harry bit my lip, pulling it back with him as he moved back a bit before it smacked back against my teeth. He didn’t waste time and went tongue first as he chased my own letting out a slight growl as we fought for dominance. The sound made me smile against his lips loving that I made him feel good by only kissing.

He tasted like tequila and lime, the sour taste being a bit overwhelming but I wasn’t bothered as he sucked my upper lip in between his lips before diving in again. It was wet and sloppy, but exactly what we needed in the moment. His lips were imperfectly perfect against mine and his tongue licking into my mouth felt sensual like I’ve never experienced before.

Letting my wrist out of his strong hold, I could move it freely deciding the best place was on his lower back, inching closer to his butt as we made out in the South-east Clapham bar bathroom. We didn’t have a care in the world the only thing on our minds was the feel of the others lips and hands grabbing in ecstacy wanting to be closer. Knowing we couldn’t get any further in here with the unlimited spacing and privacy - the both of us obviously not wanting to be caught fucking - we reluctantly let up and created a little more space between us. Well, not so much between our bodies which were still as close as they could be, but our lips weren’t touching and Harry’s hooded eyes were scanning mine trying to see if we had the same intentions.

I can’t imagine it was hard to tell that I wanted tonight to end up like it did all those weeks ago. If he couldn’t tell by just looking at me, I moved my hand to his hip squeezing it as I nodded my head in the direction of the exit.

There weren’t any words exchanges between us as he took hold of my hand and walked out of the bathroom and into the unusually large crowd for a regular friday night in Clapham. He pulled me behind him, the tight hold on my hand making sure he wouldn’t lose me as we moved through the bar to get to his mates where he had left his jacket when he came to the toilets.

Only two seats were taken at the booth they had occupied for the night and Harry quickly grabbed his jacket after patting the guy closest to him on the shoulder telling them he was out. I don’t know it they were the same people he was out with last time or if they had noticed me waiting for him by the exit, but this time I was holding his hand and they made it pretty obvious they noticed me winking at Harry and telling him to have a good night.

The walk back to his house was spent joking and laughing together, not talking about last time or our plans for the night. It’s nice being able to have a laugh with him and there be no hidden message behind it or dirty thoughts - though they were there and would come to the forefront of my mind when we’re inside his house and sort of confined compared to the open outside. Only after two walks home with him I feel more comfortable by the minute and can’t help but feel giddy at the fact that we met once again and we’re on the way home for a fun night ahead. Maybe we’ll experiment a little more or go on for longer.

The fresh air had sobered me up quite a bit, hoping Harry had as well, but I was definitely still strongly inebriated compared to my usual sober state. As Harry opened the front door and let me in the first thought I had was that it was messy. A lot messier compared to last time when there was barely anything to pick on. It surprised me and made me wonder if this was the usual state of the house, or if he’d just had a rough day or week like I had.

It didn’t seem like he had any plan on saying anything about the mess as he shut the door and locked it behind him, walking towards me in quick strides. This wasn’t anything like last time.

“Are we going to stand here staring at each other all night?” I hadn’t even noticed his eyes on me, too focused on studying him and talking myself out of any possible feelings that might come. If I manage to keep it flirty and fun, I might be able to keep any feelings for him in check. The only thing I’m looking to feel tonight is his cock growing in my mouth and throbbing inside me.

This was purposeful, much like earlier in the night when we saw each other in the bar bathroom. We knew what we wanted from each other and there wouldn’t be any teasing - from my part at least. I want - need - a long night of fucking a hot police officer and completely forget about the stress at work and with my parents.

Harry had a strong grip around my waist and his other hand at the back of my neck, pulling me as close as he possibly could and put his lips on my waiting ones. It felt good to kiss someone - him - again and him taking charge of what would happen. After our one-nighter a few weeks ago, I’ve been craving the same feeling as Harry gave me that night as I played with myself. The intense and incredible orgasm he pulled from me and the fact that he wasn’t afraid to cuddle after gave me enough material for sex dreams the coming weeks.

A slightly broken groan exited Harry’s lips when I pulled his hair between my fingers and reciprocated the kiss with just as much fervor and eagerness, not wanting to wait for much longer to see where it would take us. His hand trailed down from my waist to rest on my bum. I let out a shaky breath as his lips moved to my jaw, leaving closed-mouth kisses in his trace down my neck. How he made me feel good in such a short amount of time and barely even touching me is absurd and I’m not sure I like that he has that effect on me. But at the same time, I love it.

Harry moved slightly forward trapping in between his body and the wall, making sure there was no way for me to move. Not that I wanted to gain space between us. No, more like the opposite as I began to unbutton his white shirt showing off his biceps and lovely chest. I couldn’t help myself as I skillfully moved lower down and finished by unbuttoning his trousers as well. It popped open and the zipper followed before I pulled the shirt off him showing off his torso though I couldn’t quite get my eyes on it yet as Harry’s head was shielding my view as he went ham on my neck. Not that I minded; wanting to show off to everyone how much of a great shag this man is.

The shirt dropped to the floor and Harry came up from my neck to meet my lips again. He moved a couple of inches making our fronts glue together. I felt his steadily growing length against my core as he thrusted his hips forward to gain some friction. When Harry heard me moan at the feeling and feel me try to pull his hips closer he smirked at me. It was hot the way he was so sure of himself this time, maybe it was the alcohol he had consumed tonight. As he kept his eyes on mine, our noses almost touching, he ground his hips into mine. The smirk was still on his lips - it might’ve grown when I let out a sound of pleasure and leaned my head on the wall.

“If you can’t tell, I really fucking want you, Alex.” Harry's lips separated at the feeling of his cock straining against his restricting jeans and his brows furrowed creating a crease between them. His frankness in wanting me - something he didn’t verbally let me know last time at least - lit a fire inside me. It felt really fucking good to know I’m wanted in that way by someone as impeccable as Harry and I don’t think I could ever remove the loving smile on my lips.

“You can have me in any way you want, I don’t have any plans tomorrow so I expect you to fuck my brains out.” Disbelief was written all over his face as his hands stopped moving where they had been groping and gripping my ass. Letting out a laugh when he got a grip on himself he shuffled out of his shoes and kicked them behind him and got his hands back on my ass, lightly slapping it before moving them lower to my thighs and picked me up. I had ran away from him the last time he tried to lift me up, but I didn’t necessarily care this time.

A squeal made its way past my lips as he quickly made his way from the hallway to his front room that I hadn’t seen before. Not that I paid any attention to it now, except for the fact that I was thrown down on an insanely comfortable gray corner sofa. Harry hovered over me and I let my fingers trail along his chest and stomach. It was definitely defined, but he didn’t have abs. I liked that he was completely ripped and still had that softness to him that I got to feel when we cuddled. He clenched his hand next to my head as he felt my fingers on him, admiring the view. It was a three-sixty to what I had just told him to do to me, but I didn’t mind. Both sides of Harry were greatly appreciated.

“I’ve been daydreaming about what your tits look like since I didn’t get to see them and it’s been killing me not knowing if I would get the chance to or not.” His deep, raspy voice was heavenly and told me I wasn’t the only one to have dreams about our time together over the last few weeks.

I shook my head at him, barely acknowledging his words, though I heard him loud and clear. Harry sank down on his knees between my parted legs to have his hands free to roam my body. He didn’t have a clear view of my pussy as I wasn’t wearing a skirt, this time my legs were covered in light wash jeans.

«Then get me naked so you can see them.» I wasn’t into him taking his time when all I wanted was to get on with it and feel the incredibly rousing and breathtaking enjoyment of having him inside me bringing us both to our highs. Though I savored the look in his eyes as he moved them from where his hands glided over my waist and hips to my - still - covered tits all the way up to my lips. It was as if he didn’t quite know where to begin although we already established that he wanted to see my tits in all their glory.

Harry suddenly got up and stood next to me - laying still on his sofa.

«Roll over.» Glancing at him, he looked completely gone as if he’s in his mind and not putting all his attention on me. Deciding that it doesn’t matter as long as he’ll fuck me I turned my body over on my front, my hands moving to lay crossed over my head.

I didn’t lay there for long before I felt Harry’s fingers back on my skin, trailing on and around the straps of my bra and the clamp before roaming down my back and to my jeans. Lifting my hips a bit so he could reach around to unbutton it and pull it down my legs, he worked quickly and meticulously. Like he knew exactly what he was working towards and how to get it. I didn’t complain nor would I complain about him doing anything and everything he wanted to do to me.

He pulled the thong barely even covering my fanny down my legs, too, before getting back in the position he was in before he got up. His naked muscular thighs behind mine and his arms holding himself up as he leaned down closer to me. He must have pulled his pants down when he was standing, only left in a pair of briefs.

“I’m gonna keep the anticipation up for a little while longer, while I enjoy you sweet little peach that I didn’t get to do last time, okay, pet?” Harry’s raspy voice whispered into my ear and pulled my hair away from my face. The difference between his rough voice and words to his gentle fingers running across my cheek and behind my ear to move my hair was strong. It continued as his fingers ran down my back, giving me goosebumps in their trail, and ended up where his front met my ass, bringing his hand up before harshly slapping it down to my cheek.

I couldn’t help but move forward at the sensation at the same time moaning at the pleasure and pain combined. Somehow, without me telling him, he must’ve realized I enjoy certain sexual things others probably don’t. With other partners they’ve never been able to detect likes or kinks or even be able to make me have a relatively good orgasm. Harry just seems to know what to do to make me putty in his hands and take joy in it.

Harry wanting to keep himself from getting the enjoyment of watching, playing or fucking my tits made me wonder how much this man likes to give and rather puts himself last in sexual situations - if not all considering his line of work.

His hands made their way down my thigh and grazing the inside of my knees before parting them to get a good look at my already soaking wet puzzy. Nothing felt awkward with Harry and I didn't have a single worry running through me as he gazed right at it before going in for a taste. It’s been forever since anyone ate me out and god was I excited about it. Previous partners haven’t really cared to spend enough time down there to get to know how I like it or even if I enjoy it or not. Though it bothered me a bit, I was just happy to be intimate with someone as guys usually tend to go for my friends walking straight past me. I’m surprised Harry showed interest - maybe that’s cause I was alone at that point.

There was no teasing when he finally dipped down and started licking and sucking my flowing juices before going further down to catch my clit between his soft lips. His nose grazed my asshole, but he didn’t seem to want more than to be within close proximities to it nor did he seem to mind. If he were to want to want to do more than just graze it I wouldn’t be opposed, but I won’t dwell on the thought until it possibly gets brought up. I couldn’t think straight as he opened his mouth around my clit and sucked. It wasn’t a teasing, light suck, but a harsh suck making my eyes roll back and the loudest cry of his name slip out of my lips.

Moving back to my entrance his tongue slipped in and out while lapping up my juices. It was as if this was his first meal of the day and he wasn’t gonna be full until I orgasmed. His hands were grasping my bum cheeks to make sure there was enough space so he could get full access and at least breathe a little bit.

My hand gripped a pillow nearby and my toes curled as I suddenly felt his thumb on my clit rubbing circles into it. The feeling of both his tongue and thumb working to get me to reach my first orgasm was all I could ask for a great start to the night.

«Please.. Harry I’m gonna cum.. Please Har- Ahh!» I begged for him to bring me to my high - not that I was far away at all, but I needed that last little push. Anything would suffice at this point. He took his thumb away and moved his mouth back on my clit, giving it full attention. The hand he was using went back on my ass for a short moment before pulling it away again. Then it came down on my cheek, hard and loud as he slapped me while tonguing and sucking at my clit. It was the last push I needed to finally orgasm, coming with a loud cry of his name ending in a moan at the feeling of his mouth not stopping until I came down.

The sensitivity I felt made me jerk forward a bit to try and move away from him. Thankfully he understood that I couldn’t take anymore right now needing a second to catch my breath before we fucked. He landed a light kiss to the asscheek he had slapped, his hands roaming my body from my thighs up to my hips along my spine ending up on my neck as his lips followed his movements. It was a sickly sweet thing to do to someone you’re only met for the second time tonight and strictly having sex with - for now at least.

I wasn’t in the right mind for a relationship, nevertheless my first relationship, nor did I want someone pining after me. Not that I would ever think Harry would be pining after someone like me when he can get someone so much better by the blink of an eye.

«You good?» I couldn’t do anything but nod my head, telling him I wanted more by shaking my hips against his pelvis. He was still wearing his pants, but the stiff cock hidden was obvious when he pressed his hips against mine. I loved feeling him get hard for me, it was the best confidence boost.

Though I had gone significantly longer between two shags last time, the three weeks between our meetings were enough for me to be just as needy for the feeling of getting filled up as I was weeks ago. Every lad I’ve been with sure haven’t left me with the same feeling, more like being needy for something better. I really don’t think I’m gonna get much better than this with Harry knowing exactly how to please me - or any woman really.

Barely hearing the sigh leaving Harry’s lips as he took his cock out of his briefs, I was somewhat surprised when I felt him between my cheeks. He rubbed himself along the space, holding himself down to get the tight feeling of it. Shaking my arse slightly to tell him to get on with it he let out a cute giggle at my urgency to get on with it. I wanted nothing more than to feel his thick cock sliding into my impossibly wet and ready pussy. Remembering how amazing he made me feel made me want to relish in it again - especially if this would be the last time this was to happen.

Harry guided his tip along my slit to gather some of my wetness along his length before situating himself at my entrance. Shuffling his knee a tiny bit forward with his other leg on the ground, he slowly made his way into me with a couple of muffled words. A groan left his mouth when he bottomed out at the same time as I let out a delicious moan, a smile finding my lips.

«Your noises are just like they’ve been in my dreams.» I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t tell me he’s dreamt of me if he wasn’t drunk, but I took in his words with a gasp as he rammed into me again.

His pace was significantly quicker than last time and I was brought close to my second orgasm in no time as his balls hit my clit when he pushed into me. My hand was clenched around the flesh of his thigh - what I could reach anyway. I’m sure my nails were digging into his warm skin but nothing was on the forefront of my mind at this very moment except for the fact that he was fucking me as if I was his favorite toy after a rough day. It was exactly what I needed and again I’m asking myself how he knows exactly what I want and need.

«Fuck, Har-» I couldn’t get out my words as his palm came down on my asscheek at the same time as he fucked into me. It was perfectly timed and I savored the pleasurable pain I got from it unlike anything else. I moved my hand from where it was on his thigh to his wrist connected to the hand planted secure on my cheek. His other had was gripping my waist forcefully as he slammed into me without caring about bruises or pain. Not that I minded in the slightest, only egging him on with the sounds I couldn’t even try to keep from his ear shot. There was no way he didn’t hear me from the way I literally screamed out in satisfaction.

«You’re so wet, pet. So fucking wet and inviting.» Harry was breathing heavily, but it seemed he planned on keeping up his pace as long as he possibly could. «You like when I get rough, huh?» He had me speechless, unable to tell him how much I was enjoying what he was doing to me. The only thing he could take from me was my gasps and breathless moans as he fucked me.

The hand previously on my waist suddenly went to my cunt, his middle finger stimulating my clit by drawing circles on it. My body unconsciously tried to move forward to get away from him as he pinched my clit - the stimulation nothing like what I’ve ever felt before. Harry held me back though and his quick pace didn’t falter one bit. It was turning me even more on how he managed to keep me back, his strong physique impressing me.

My legs were shaking and I fought to keep them up while he continued to press drawings into my clit, his right hand gripping onto the flesh of my ass. I desperately wanted to keep up, but my legs failed me as I flung forward. Harry didn’t let me relax for more than five seconds before he separated my legs a little bit to get better access to my pussy which he had slipped out of when I fell down. He guided himself back in, giving a couple slow thrusts before continuing his pace from before.

He held himself up by his arms on both sides of my head, hips hips getting us both to our highs we were longing for. It wouldn’t take much for me to get off as I was already so close and with this new position I’m much tighter making it harder for Harry to keep his orgasm back.

«C’mon, pet, I can feel you- feel you squeezin’ me tight.» I could tell Harry was close by the way he had to stop talking for a moment before finishing his sentence. I felt amazing and just a couple more thrusts of him meeting the spongy spot inside me had me coming undone around his cock.

My legs shook and my hand moved up to grip his neck, my fingers catching a fee of his curls and he let out a series of groans into my ear. I hadn’t noticed how close we had gotten when we changed position.

«Where do you want it?» I hadn’t ever been asked where I wanted the lad to spurt his cum, but I should’ve guessed he would ask as this is Harry (and he asked last time too) and not some sex crazed idiot.

«Arse. Cum on my arse Harry, please.» I breathed out, my orgasm just about at its end when Harry pulled out and jerked himself off until he came. Spurts of cum fell on my arse, some on my lower back. Harry was loud when he orgasmed, letting out moans and groans of sensitivity when he reached his tip to make sure he had got every last drop of his load out.

I laid on my front, feeling the sticky substance on my arse as I tried to get my breathing back to normal. It sounded like Harry was doing the same as he sat with his knees on either side of my right thigh getting a full view of my spent pussy and his release taking its place on me.

«I’ll go get a towel to clean you up, unless you wanna shower?» I smiled into the crook of my arm at the man sitting behind me - probably staring at how his cum had covered my red arse - offering to lend me, a one(two)-night-stand, his shower.

Telling him I’d take up his offer if he joined me, we had quickly made our way upstairs to his luxurious bathroom I had dreamt of having last time I was in here. The expansive shower was a dream and sharing it with Harry made the dream even better. It all seemed a little too domestic and intimate for it to be with someone I barely even knew. Thinking about it, I only really knew his first name, that he is a police officer and has a lush house I could barely see myself having in the future.

Harry took the showerhead from its place on the wall and turned it on, the water turned away from us so we wouldn’t feel the cold water. When the water heated up, he told me to turn around and grabbed the body wash he had in here. He angled to shower head to my back, spending extra time on my arse to get away his cum before lathering the area along with my legs with his soap, cleaning me up.

It felt nice to have someone spend this much time on my body, but not having a sexual desire behind it - in this very moment at least. Though it scared me how it didn’t feel awkward at all and he didn’t care a bit about how I mostly only let him see my back. I didn’t feel comfortable showing him my pouch in the light room even if he said he wouldn’t care or not.

When he finished rinsing the soap off of me, he put himself under the other showerhead fastened to the roof making it like a waterfall. He looked tired and spent, ready to sleep for a week straight. I couldn’t help but think it was more that a hot fucking that made him this tired.

«Was I too rough? Can see marks on your waist and your arse is red as.» Harry skimmed his fingers along my waist going down to my cheeks, carefully caressing them as it was kinda painful. A good pain.

«No, I liked it. Just what I needed, and it seemed you did too?» I tried to be sneaky about my question wanting to get something out of him about his life so I could have something more to hold on to as we said goodbye in the morning.

He looked defeated when I questioned him and as if he was rolling events through his mind after not thinking about it since earlier this afternoon. Shrugging and letting out a heavy breath he opened the shower door and put a towel around his waist after running it through his hair.

«It’s been a tough week with a case we can't seem to figure out. I was so glad I ran into you and got to think about something else for a bit, so thank you, I guess.» He wasn’t thanking me for the sex, but for letting him take the reigns and get out of his head. It didn’t seem like a good time to tell him that I needed it just as much as he did, but I hoped he understood.

Drying our bodies, Harry made his way into his closet to get me a shirt and himself a pair of briefs. He was back in his own thoughts again, quiet and thinking. Knowing we needed each other to forget, I grabbed his wrist as he made his way out of the bathroom again and pulled him against me.

He had been making a big deal about my tits all night and when he finally got to see them when we got in the shower, he didn’t do anything about it. I was confused. Was he not pleased with how they looked or was just not in the right mind anymore?

«It seems you forgot about a certain body part of mine tonight. And I think you know which part I’m talking about.» We held our eyes on each other as I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t do anything until I moved my hand to unwrap the towel still around my body. Slowly, the towel slid down my body landing in a puddle around my feet. I let go of my own insecurities about my body as I stood completely bare in front of him. It was as if he was in a trance when he finally moved his eyes down.

After taking my tits in fully it really didn’t take much for him to dive in. One was occupied by his hand, fingers pinching my nipple and grabbing it, probably leaving marks there too. The other was covered by his mouth, teeth grazing the nipple pulling it a bit to get every reaction he could out of me by playing with my tits. I stood in the middle of his bathroom, completely nude, as he took his time looking, fingering, sucking at my nipples and chest. Knowing it probably wouldn’t be enough go get him fully hard, I pulled his briefs down to his thighs, not able to reach further. His cock was barely starting to get hard, but I like feeling him grow in my hands.

He groaned when he felt my hands on him and he bit my nipple at the feeling, enough to get a moan from me.

«I want you to fuck my tits, Harry.» No one had fucked my tits before, but I want Harry to cum by my tits. It was hot and lewd and I wanted it just as much for me as for him. Having a man cum twice in a night for me was definitely a wish come true.

«I-I..» I laughed at Harry’s face, shocked with wide eyes and jaw hung. «Yes ma’am.» He giggled like a little boy when he got his head together understanding what I was asking him to do.

His hands found their place on my waist as his lips met mine in a messy kiss. Teeth clashing and tongues licking into the others mouth to get a taste. I walked with him as he began backing out of the bathroom to get to his bedroom. The kiss slowed down, our lips meeting in what could only be described as two people filled with lust and need for each other. Our hands couldn’t find a specific spot to hold on to, gripping, touching and getting to know every part of his body that was reachable.

«I must be in a dream. A fucking stunning woman asking me to fuck her tits.» Harry seemed stunned just like a couple of moments ago in the bathroom.

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After finishing in my mouth, I got up to brush my teeth and get ready for bed pulling on the shirt he gave me after our shower. It wasn’t awkward when I came back to bed, Harry had put his briefs back on and was laying on his back close to the middle, his eyes closed almost falling asleep.

Shuffling under the blankets without making too many movements I laid my head on the pillow. His bed felt just as comfortable as I remember and I was excited to have a well-needed lay in.

«Do you have work in the morning?» I suddenly remember what he said last time about having the early morning shift on most Saturdays. Praying that he had tomorrow off, I turned to watch him as he sighed and moved to pull my body in flush against his.

«Sort of. I’m on call so I might be lucky and not get called on until later, but that’s wishful thinking honestly.» Closing my eyes I rested my head on his chest and quickly found peace in his fingers trailing down the side of my waist and his lips pecking my head as a way of saying goodnight.

thank you for reading and as I said, I’d really appreciate a reblog to get my writing out there <33

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mapofheart · 4 years

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Second Male Leads that I would gladly punch in the face

I was thinking about second male leads that I love and then I started thinking about “were there any I didn’t like?” so here’s another pointless list I am procrastinating while writing lol enjoy.

1. Kim Sang Hyuk - Winter Sonata Fuck this guy. I’m sure most people haven’t watched this drama because its from like 2002 so just know I hate him, and that all my opinions are facts (just kidding i swear my ego is not that big its quite the opposite lol). Anyway I hate him because he acts entitled to her and the whole time all the characters are telling the main girl like essentially that he deserves her?? ew. Also at one point he’s rapey.

2. Choi Ho Chul - The Third Charm The man is just an asshole. I don’t remember him having a single redeeming quality and he’s a homewrecker. He’s not like, evil or anything, I just don’t remember a single good thing about him which means I disliked everything about him lol.

3. Wang Wook - Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo This guy is a murderer and a traitor and he acts like its not his fault he became like that way. He’s spineless and blames everything bad in his life on his sister or on So.

4. Choi Ji Tae - Uncontrollably Fond Another guy who is just a straight up asshole. He’s also very r/niceguys if ya know what I mean. He did a couple good things in the show if I remember correctly but I don’t remember what lol

5. Han Chang Ryeol - Personal Taste He’s a massive asshole but by the end I didn’t hate him nearly as much so I appreciate the character development

6. Ji Kang Woo - Angel’s Last Mission: Love His backstory is really really sad but the fact that Yeon Seo looks like his dead girlfriend doesn’t make it ok for him to be obsessed with her.

7. Kang Jong Ryeol - When the Camellia Blooms I just really want to punch him square in the jaw because he thinks that he’s entitled to Dongbaek and Pil Gu and thinks he has the right to essentially say her life is pathetic. He’s not high on this list because he does some nice things like sticking up for his wife at the end and providing for Pil Gu.

8. Wang Yoo - Empress Ki He didn’t do anything wrong, actually he’s a good guy and a good king. I just didn’t like him I don’t remember why but I remember thinking he really grinds my gears. Annoyed the shit out of me I guess.

9. Kang Shin Woo - You’re Beautiful I don’t remember anything about him to be honest it’s been years since I watched this by I do remember reeeaaaally not liking him. I remember that I found him super annoying even though he might have been a pretty nice guy.

Thank you so much for reading this! Hope you liked this list and maybe you agree with me on some of these lol have a great day reader <3

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sheerbeautyreigns · 4 years

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DESIRE

Part 17

Paul stirred awake the next morning. It was around 8am. Joe was still sound asleep, lying on his back, hair splayed around the pillow from his tossing and turning during the night. He never was the most sound sleeper. He looked at him tenderly, with tired eyes. Today was going to be busy. He had to check out and be in Tampa at the Performance Centre for 1pm. He ran the palms of his hands over his eyes, willing himself to wake up as he sat up.

“What time is it?” Came a voice from behind. “Just gone 8,” Paul said looking down at Joe. The young man pulled the sheets up to his neck, snuggling into them. “I don’t want to leave,” he moaned. “Me either baby,” Paul leaned down and stroked his cheek. “I have a long day ahead of me.” He got out of the bed naked, “Gotta be at the Performance Centre for 1. Got a few meetings for NXT.” Joe watched as he went into the bathroom.

Paul emerged 20 minutes later, wrapping a towel around his waist. Joe was already sorting his belongings into his case. He had already showered last night and would go to the arena to pick up his car as his place was only a few hours drive. Sometimes flying got so much that when he was in Florida, he always liked to drive. Joe had agreed that he would check out a while before Paul as not to raise any sort of suspicion.

“I had a really nice time this weekend.” He told Paul as he propped up his case next to him. “I’m glad you think of some of my twisted ideas as nice.” The older man chuckled. “I’m glad though. You’ve been so good too.” He smiled kissing him. “I’ll book us a nice room in Atlanta for next Friday,” he told him “OK,” Joe leaned in and hugged him, standing silently for a moment. “Keep in touch.”

Joe arrived home a few hours later. He was glad to be back in his own space. The drive gave him plenty of time to think over the events of the weekend. He couldn’t deny that he was starting to fall hard for Paul, regardless of how uncomfortable he had made him feel in a few of their scenarios. He wouldn’t stop trying with Joe, wanting to take him on this journey of his. It was a journey for Joe too, seeing just what he would do to please his man.

He spent that evening packing his wrestling gear and preparing for Raw in Jacksonville. He was happy to be teaming with Colby for the first time in a while. They always worked so well together. As always when on the road, they decided to room together.

Joe had booked a room at the DoubleTree Hilton. “Man, I feel so busted up tonight after that Powerbomb.” Colby complained as they entered the room. “I told you to get it checked out. You’re so stubborn at times you know that?” Joe commented closing the door behind them, setting his case on the side. Colby kicked off his boots and lowered his weary body to the sofa. “There’s got a good sized tub. Why don’t you have a soak. Might help?” Joe suggested. He was like a mother to his friend sometimes. Before Colby knew it, Joe was already running the bath.

“Thanks man,” he acknowledged as Joe emerged from the bathroom. “Go and sort yourself out before you get too comfy!”

“You know, you’re so bossy sometimes, jeez,” Colby whined getting off the sofa. “You need someone to look after you,” Joe replied with a smile as he switched on the TV, passing a glance as Colby stripped off to his black boxers and went into the bathroom. At that moment, his phone rang. Paul’s face flashed on the screen. He hadn’t heard from him since Saturday.

“Heyyy how’s it going?” Joe smiled getting off the sofa. Paul was in Connecticut on business. “Good, busy but good. You looked great tonight.”

“I’m so achy after going through those 2 tables-” Joe started only to be interrupted by Colby peering out of the bathroom. “Hey man, can I use your Epsom Salts?” Joe nodded throwing his case open and fishing the package out.

“You’ve got company?” Paul stated hearing the voice in the background. “Yeah, It’s just Colby,” he handed the package over. He instantly regretted saying that. He began to pace around the room, further away from the bathroom so Colby couldn’t hear.

“Are you staying with him tonight?” Paul enquired, his tone shifting. Joe hesitated before answering “Yeah.” Paul stayed silent “You still there?”

“Yeah,” Paul eventually replied “Are you OK?” He had a feeling Paul was pissed off. “Perfect. Actually, I’ve got a little task for you.” Joe felt knots in his stomach at that statement. “OK…”

“I want you to fuck Colby tonight.” Joe couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“What do you mean?” he stopped in his tracks, a confused look on his face “Well, I have a feeling you’ll do it anyway so I want you to do it now because I’m telling you to.” His tone was stern now. It only made Joe feel worse. “Paul, I wasn’t planning on-” Paul cut him off.

“Don’t give me that.” Joe was annoyed now “We’re just friends, there’s nothing going on,” Paul was not budging “Regardless, I want you to do as I say.”

“And, what if I don’t?” Joe fired back, trying to keep his cool. “Are you really thinking of going against my orders?”

Joe hesitated “No,” Paul interjected “No Sir,” he said lowly, hoping Colby couldn’t hear. “Good, I want you to fuck him hard, like I would fuck you. Do you understand?”

“Why are you doing this? You’re putting me in an awkward position.”

“You both have a past so it shouldn’t be hard.” Paul was clearly not getting over it. “Don’t disappoint me,” Paul said before hanging up. Joe started pacing the room again. He was annoyed as hell with Paul. He was clearly pissed off that he was rooming with Colby and it was obvious that he didn’t trust him. It caused him to remember the little punishment blowjob a couple of days earlier. Would he do the same this coming weekend?

“You OK man?” Colby called from the bathroom pulling Joe from his mood.

“Uh, yeah fine.” He said jamming his hands into the pockets of his jogging bottoms. He padded towards the bathroom and peered his head around the door. Colby was laying back in the bath, covered in suds. He looked relaxed. “You don’t sound it man. Spit it out.”

“Aah just stress, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” He lied. “How’s your back?”

“I’m getting too old for this shit.” He said sitting forward in the bath causing the water to splash onto Joe pants. He moved back patting the wetness. “Sorry,” Colby looked at the mark, catching the bulge. He licked his lips.

“You checking me out?” Joe smirked. “Well It’s not like you’re hiding anything.” Colby replied. He knew he shouldn’t flirt since Joe was already involved but it never stopped him before. There was always a spark between them. “Well It’s not like you’re making things easy, splashing about in that tub.”

“I’m just a tease.” Colby grinned standing up covered in suds, water dripping from him as he stepped out of the tub. Joe handed him a white towel from the rail. “You really are.” There was a moment of silence until their eyes met. Colby drew closer to Joe and pressed his lips to his. Joe participated in the kiss until Colby pulled away. Joe was startled.

“Sorry man, sorry.” Colby apologised edging into the living area, followed by Joe. “Don’t be sorry. I wanted that.” He let out. “I can’t . You’re with Paul now, as much as I hate him.” Joe swallowed watching as his friend paced around the room, wrapping the towel around his waist. “Stop pacing.” Joe hated it when he got worked up, he always got agitated over things pretty quickly. Joe had enough, he stepped in and grabbed him by the fore arm. “Stop,” he said sternly. Colby stopped and stared at him. “It’s not going to stop me from wanting you-” Joe confessed loosening his grip. He was now stood right in front of him, both hands on his biceps.

“But, Paul-” Joe put his finger to his lips, silencing him. He followed by kissing him passionately. Soon, Joe was undressed. They edged towards the bed, entangled in a slow kiss now, hands roaming each others bodies as they climbed on top of it.

“Are you sure?” he checked in between kisses. “Stop talking,” Joe told him. “Just enjoy it. Turn around. On your knees.”

Colby did as told, getting on all fours, his ass waiting in front of Joe. Colby saw a grin creep across his face as he looked over his shoulder. There was something different about Joe tonight. He shut his eyes as the Samoan lubricated his opening with his saliva, entering his index and middle finger. Colby grinded back into him, groaning as he did. When Joe was satisfied, he positioned himself upright, the tip of his already hard cock settling against Colby’s opening.

The younger man exhaled as Joe gently forced himself in. He didn’t seem as tight as Joe and had been known to sleep around more. Joe steadied himself, holding onto Colby’s pelvis. Colby loved when Joe fucked him, his cock always felt so good inside, so thick and full. He was fucking him harder and faster tonight that even Colby was struggling to keep track. “Jesus Christ!” He let out “I’m cumming,” Joe warned breathlessly from above. His seed exploded into Colby’s waiting hole. He thrust hard a few more times before pulling out. He grabbed Colby’s forearm, flipping him over. He was a wreck, “Jesus Christ man,” He breathed taking in Joe mass as he hovered above him, strands of hair framing his handsome face. He half smiled, lowering down on the bed next to him. “Did I wear you out?” Joe asked, feeling smug.

“What’s gotten into you this evening?” Colby looked at him “You’re never like that.” Joe turned onto his side to face him, flicking his hair away from his face.

“Guess I’m feeling a bit backed up. Did I hurt you?” He asked, a little concerned.

“No…you’re just not usually like this.” Colby commented. “It’s nothing to do with Paul, is it?” A weird feeling hit the pit of Joe stomach as he heard his name. He felt horrible.

“Of course not,” He said placing his hand on Colby’s chest. “Why do you ask?” He wanted to know. Colby took hold of the hand on his chest, eyeing it. “I know what he can be like…well…going back. I don’t know what he’s like now but, are you sure you’re OK with him?”

“It’s fine. I mean, he has his moments but there’s something there. I can’t explain it but it seems he cares for me.” In a sick way he told himself. But he was willing to put up with it. “He knows that we’ve fooled around though.”

Colby’s eyes widened. “How?”

“He confronted me about it over the weekend,” Joe told him, looking into his eyes. “Not gonna lie, he was pissed about it. He’s had his suspicions.” Colby sat up and put his hands to his forehead. He sighed heavily. “What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know.” Joe shrugged.

“Why did we just fuck if he probably doesn’t trust the fact that we’re rooming together?” Colby asked spreading his palms, watching as Joe sat up. “He doesn’t know and he doesn’t have to.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game man,” Colby got out of the bed as Joe watched.

“What are you doing?” He asked, watching the younger man get dressed hastily. “I’m going out, I need to clear my head,” Just like that, he was gone.

#roman reigns #wwe #tribal chief #fanfiction #roman reigns fic #smut #d/s #seth rollins #colby lopez

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@threateningkahootmusic Prejudice and Fame belongs to them.

Vickie sat at the bar, mindlessly looking at her drink. Another long day at work as a news reporter/ investigative journalist, this time something about a corrupt company. Now normally this wouldn’t be an issue.

Except for the fact that she wished she could legally punch in a couple of individuals teeth without immediately facing assault charges.

Among other things, the company was facing allegations of workplace harassment, discrimination, unequal pay of workers based of sex, and an hostile work environment. And from her experience for working undercover there, it was, indeed, true. In fact, she’d say that the allegations weren’t telling enough! The amount of sexist and racist remarks made at her by staff and management alike would be enough to ensure that no new hires would be daring enough to go there. Even Vickie was surprised at herself for getting this far without snapping at someone. Not that it would’ve made a difference if she did.

All of this evidence through recordings and screenshots would make this seem like an open and shut case, right? Not quite. Even with the damning audio recordings, the camera feed, the multitude of paper documents and such, she knew it wouldn’t be enough for anything to really change. She needed something bigger. She knew that as it stood right now, at the very worse the company would blame a few lowly managers as scapegoats, fire them, and then say that they will do better in the future while knowing good and well that they had no plans on doing anything. Hell, even if they did get any legal repercussions, they could just settle out of court and be done with it. No, Vickie would need something bigger.

Right now she would be doing more research into the company had her work friend not dragged her to this self proclaimed “high end club”. Apparently her friend had been assigned to do an interview to this celebrity, Fame, at least that’s what she hoped his stage name was. She didn’t see a point in drawing needless attention to herself to she opted to stay at the bar and subtly watch from afar. Not like she was dressed to be here anyways, her black knee length form fitting dress was too professional to be in a function like this, her black hair wasn’t styled up to anything fancy and her dark skin wasn’t adorned with any makeup too flashy. It looked like she was at a job interview more than a nightclub. She was more worried about her case than anything else.

“Come on now, I know your defining character quality is being a square, but lighten up a bit, let yourself have some fun.”

Vickie’s eyes wondered over to the ghost that seemingly followed her everywhere, Helena. Seeing that Helena was invincible to everyone but her most of the time, she couldn’t outright face her or talk to her in public without looking odd to say the very least. She raised an eyebrow at the ghost. Like hell she was going to let herself get sloppy drunk and make a complete fool of herself. Maybe that was some other’s tastes to get so blasted that the next morning they don’t know where they were, but it wasn’t Vickie’s taste.

Helena could see the look in Vickie’s eyes

“I know what your thinking. I’m not asking you to behave like an absolute moron. But just chill it. You’re not on the clock right now, you’ll always have time to do this tomorrow. But for the love of god stop worrying yourself.” Helena then crossed her arms

“I promise you if you burn yourself out and pass out from pulling an all nighter again, let me you tell, you will not hear the end of my lectures in the morning.”

Vickie sighed. Although she didn’t say anything, she did make it a point to relax her shoulders and let herself slightly slouch a bit. She finished her drink before ordering a new one when commotion could be heard from the other side of the club behind her. Even with the loud music, Vickie could tell something was going on. Helena looked over and moved closer to see what was going on.

“Oh goddamnit, Prejudice, this is the 5th time this month you’ve crashed the party!” Fame grumbled as Prejudice smirked, snatching a drink out of the hand of Vickie’s coworker.

“Yeah, and I’ll do it again. Besides, I like how you get all p!ssy about it.” Prejudice said as he took a drink from his stolen beverage.

Helena moved back over to Vickie

“Don’t look now, but I think that’s the CEO of that company you’re looking into.” Helena whispered despite knowing she couldn’t be heard by anyone else. Vickie stole a glance to confirm what Helena was saying before looking away just as quickly as to not accidentally get unwanted attention.

“The hell’s he doing here? Shouldn’t he be more worried about saving his company’s face by discrediting the allegations?” She muttered quietly to herself as she took a sip from her Bloody Mary. Helena glanced over

“It looks like him and that other fellow know each other.” Helena said. “I’ll keep watch.” Helena said as she floated over to the crowd. Vickie’s grip on her glass tightened. Maybe this could be the chance she’d been looking for to get solid concrete against the company. Since her coworker, besides from an obvious camera crew, had a recording pen on her, maybe the pen might catch something incriminating, maybe embezzlement, tax fraud, something that really couldn’t be ignored, something that could ruin this business and its corrupt ways.

As she took another swing of her drink, she started noticing the feeling of eyes burning into the back of her head, like someone was staring at her. At first she thought it was Helena, until the ghost floated back over and the feeling didn’t go away.

“Did you catch anything?” Vickie whispered subtly.

“No, but he’s been staring at you. I think? He may be looking at your general area but he’s definitely been looking intensely at the bar area.” Helena said.

Vickie wanted to test that theory. She got up from her chair and walked around, acting as though she was merely stretching. The feeling of being watched didn’t fade no matter where she went. Even well after she sat back down in her chair. Ok, he definitely was staring at her. Did this guy somehow know who she really was, what her goals were? She didn’t think so, she’d done a good job hiding it.

By this point, the amount of people in the club dwindled down a bit, at least in the area she was in. Fame had moved to a different spot of the club and so did a large group of the crowd there. Everyone else around her were either drunk or leaving. Vickie was mid drinking her beverage when she felt someone approaching. Great, just great. She didn’t look over as she just wanted to be left alone. But alas, her luck for the night turned to be Jack sh!t as Prejudice sat down in a chair next to hers at the bar.

Vickie didn’t look over, just remained silent and indifferent as Prejudice pretty much ordered the bartender for some hard liquor. Helena looked like she wanted to intervene but Vickie signaled her not to with some cleverly hidden hand signals the two hand memorized over the course of their friendship/ her being tethered to Vickie. It was quiet for a moment, before Prejudice slammed his shot glass. He glanced over at the bartender.

“I’d suggest you take your fat ginger freak a$$ out of here before you also get a taste of what this little dumb bimbo is going to get.” Prejudice said, in this almost joking way, though she could tell by his voice that He at the same time sounded serious. Either way, it was enough to get the bartender out of there.

Vickie didn’t even have time to get up herself when she felt a hand grab her by the hair and slam her face down onto the counter. She felt her arm being twisted behind her back, the grip getting tighter when she struggled. Helena tried to help, to pull the man off of her but she was swatted away like a fly, which set off all alarms bells in Vickie’s brain. This man clearly wasn’t human.

“Now what do we have here? You know, looking at you, I’d think you’re just another dime a dozen mortal sl/t with less brains than a mutt, it took me a bit to discover what you were actually trying to do.” Prejudice said in casual voice that somehow sounded threatening at the same time. Even then, it was how he said theses things that started grinding Vickie’s gears. He said these things like he was entitled to say them, like it was owed to him.

“You may have fooled my dipsh!t employees, you dumb b!tch, but I’m not exactly as easy to convince. I know you plan on finding whatever evidence you can to ‘ruin’ me or whatever you want to call it. What, you plan on cancelling me? You seem like the type to type essays on Twitter on inequalities or whatever nonsense about equality like anyone will give a damn. At least nobody important will care.” He grinned.

“Oh go f*ck yourself you pompous little sh!t!” Vickie growled. She let out a loud hiss of pain as he twisted her arm more as a result.

“Oh, a little feisty? Good, I’ve been wanting something more entertaining than some obedient little pets. So please, go on. I’m going to break that jaw of yours either way but still, I want to hear more.” Prejudice goated on. She felt his hand slowly leave her hair and travel down to her waist.

“You know, if you really wanted to make yourself useful, doll, than you should stop worrying about whatever job you work in and start worrying about wearing something nice. You dress like a sl/t that acts like they’re someone of any respect. Really you’re not fooling anyone ” Prejudice said, the cockiness in his voice was what sent Vickie off to a boiling peak.

Using the mobility gained by his hand not being holding her head down, she stomped on his foot with her heel, as hard as possible, the man let out a curse but before he could really do much she took a shot glass from the table, spun around and smashed it right in his eye. Sure, this did result in her held arm getting twisted even more and probably dislocated, it gave her the opportunity to get free from his grasp as he stumbled back.

She then took this opportunity to start beating him with pretty much everything and anything in sight, fists, heels, a wine bottle she smashed over his head, chairs, anything in sight. All whilst calling him every name in the book, every swear and curse she could think of, hell, she was pretty sure she set a record. But even all of that didn’t really do much, not when immediately after she was backhanded to the ground when he finally got his footing. She didn’t even have time to recover as he grabbed her by her throat and slammed up against a wall, several times. By the time he stopped her head was spinning and blood was dripping from the back of her head. He then held her up off her feet, hand still firmly on her neck and then he squeezed down, hard.

She desperately scratched at his hand, tried to take gasps of air. But his tight grasp cut off her airways, leaving her attempts useless. Even worse, there didn’t even look like she laid a scratch on him, as any and all injuries or bruises inflicted on him had somehow already healed.

Prejudice’s smirk became wider as he squeezed tighter, his free hand yanking out any remaining glass from his eye.

“God, aren’t you just a fidgety little spazz? Hmm? Did you really think you could fight off a god? Though you’ve been great entertainment so far, it’s been a while since someone’s actually tried to fight me. Good to know not every mortal nowadays are p/ssies.” He spoke.

Vickie could see her world starting to turn dark as Prejudice kept talking

“Let’s just get this part over with. You WILL delete whatever ‘evidence’ you have against my company, and you’ll drop this case. If you don’t, we’ll, I’m sure you don’t have many options here, unless you wanna have a meeting with Death.” He said.

“Then, I want you to meet me in my office as soon as you enter the building. Don’t try quitting now that you won’t be able to do that little expose thing. I can ruin you in so many ways I’m sure your pretty little brain won’t comprehend. It’s alright. You don’t have to think, just do as I say and I won’t have to hurt you.. too much, sweetheart.” That ‘sweetheart’ was said in the most patronizing tone that it would’ve made Vickie said had she not been on the brink of passing out from lack of oxygen.

That was when Prejudice finally dropped Vickie, leaving her on the floor taking greedy gasps for air, her lungs burning from the lack of it. Prejudice just smirked at her once more before checking his watch. He took him longer than he thought. No worries, he didn’t have too much planned for today’s anyways.

Vickie laid there weakly on the floor as Prejudice just walked away, as if he didn’t just do what he just did. Helena by this point finally came too and quickly picked up Vickie, getting her out of the club and into her car.

“Vickie, Vickie. Don’t pass out on me, Vickie just try and stay awake! I’ll get help!” Helena said as she dashed over somewhere as Vickie fought to keep her eyes open before exhaustion finally hit and she felt her eyes close, her body forcing her to rest for the sake of recovery.

#original character #creative writing #tw violence

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unholyplumpprincess · 4 years

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Hello, here for a matchup for Destiny 2!

Gender is a deck of cards I shuffle every so often and pick something from, but They/Them is always good. I'm usually quiet and ambling, I like to take things at my pace, but have no trouble shifting to high gear if needed. But you get me on to something that excites me and there's only one speed and it'd make Sonic the Hedgehog jealous. I'm 6'5, got baby locs in my hair and a long leather vest I love to wear everywhere!

Hobbies include video games, reading, writing, 3D modeling and printing, all things arts and crafts, and skateboarding! Though I'd also like to get into more nature based stuff! Terrified of most insects though!

Couples activities that I like is anything that's good quality time together! Coffee dates, walk abouts, sitting by and listening to my S/O talk about things they like! And I love to give handmade things and hugs!

NSFT things: Get super excited over public stuff, I'm a switch (gentle dom/eager to please and tease sub), I greatly enjoying edging (giving and recieving), and if allowed I will give oral for hours! I've got a dick and normal dick terms are fine!

I SAW UR OTHER ASK SAYING U WERE BI, I GOTCHU!!!

Also ‘gender is a deck of cards I shuffler every so often and pick smth from’ is the most ICONIC phrase I have ever heard, I fuckin Felt that.

I match you wiiiiiiiiiiiiiith

Cayde-6!

Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, Cayde uses both a cock and puss attachment!

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First of all, you’re huge, that catches his eye right away because as the saying goes smth smth about finding the biggest person in the room. Anyway, he sees you and you’re chatted up immediately, doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’s gonna see you and start commenting on how he can’t believe how you aren’t a Guardian with that stature, like, seriously, look atcha! You could probably take Shaxx in a height competition, and wow, you’ve got some seriously nice legs, wait, did he say that out loud? Anyway, give him a shout if you want to learn a thing or two about handiwork with a gun. Spoken while he finger guns at you while sauntering away.

Yeah he’s got a crush right away. Thankfully you don’t seem off put by his near embarrassing rant, so that’s a good sign for him. When he sees you again he offers for you two to go out for something to eat, get to know you since you’re new to the tower and all. And from there it kinda...spirals down.

He’s very big on physical affection as well as showing you off. Expect to be basically paraded or showed off via Will Smith style when he introduces you as his spouse. You can clearly tell he’s so proud to have you, never shutting up, always having something to talk about that is You. Oh, also, anything handmade you make him? He’s got a shelf with all that stuff, images you’ve made up on his walls- honestly it gets to the point he jokes he could probably make a shrine for you and then pauses to ask, “Wait, would you like that? Gotta god complex in there somewhere I don’t know about?”

As far as bedroom activities go....

~Rest under the cut~

He’ll proudly puff out his chest and call himself a switch, but in reality, this man can’t dom to save his life. Also you can have picks over what attachment he has too. Cock? Pussy? He doesn’t care! He’s, however, ALSO a huge fan of giving head so you two probably end up battling for that right or ending up 69ing often enough times.

Public stuff? He’s got you covered. See, he’s a bit of a flirt, I mean, a LOT of a flirt and a tease. He’ll call your name, kinda get you in a corner alone, making it look like you two are just having a private conversation all the while he’s groping you and murmuring low about the things you can do to him in private. If anyone passes by, he’ll casually press close up against you, laughing and doing a salute or a finger gun at anyone who passes by anyway. He’s good at getting away with it.

You wanna really ruin him though? Take one of his attachments while he still has the sensors running for himself. Take his cunt attachment and call him so he can watch you fuck him from however far he is, sobbing at the screen and mewling as his hips grind against nothing. Or similarly, take his cock attachment, ride it in front of the screen and listen to him whimper needily for you.

Also expect to laugh a lot during sex. Can’t even take himself seriously.

#Matchups #Cayde-6 #destiny 2 #destiny #nsft #lemon #princess talks #i-am-lich #Princess talks

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hq-vbc · 5 years

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forgotten

you told me to forget but all I do is remember.

⧏⧐

“either let go of the beers or buy your own.”

iwaizumi cursed as hanamaki snatched the bottle of beer out of his hand.

“give it back, hanamaki.”

“you can’t keep drowning yourself in alcohol. it’s been like three weeks”, hanamaki said, plopping himself to the couch opposite iwaizumi. “and plus, this is mine. I paid for this. what gives you the right to drink my money away?”, hanamaki added. “just go and buy chips or whatever, they’re probably somewhat healthier.”

“what am I supposed to do” iwaizumi let out a cruel snort and mumbled: “obviously nothing to win her back.”

“I’m this close to smack you across the face, honestly”, hanamaki said, chugging the rest of the bottle.

“thought you were a man, y’know somewhat strong”, he added.

“not a man enough for her-“

“oh my god, iwaizumi ”, hanamki slammed the bottle on the table. “your life doesn’t revolve around her. you’re so lovesick it’s disgusting me.”

iwaizumi ran a hand through his hair: “I don’t even know what I did. she just ended it out of nowhere. like literally, I got out of the shower and there was a text on my phone that said ‘let’s end this’ like what the fuck man.”

hanamaki stared at his friend emotionlessly.

“girls do that. they’re cruel and manipulative. once they’re done with you, they throw you away.”

“where did that come from? bad experience, huh?”, the ace scoffed.

“yeah”, hanamaki answered with a groan as he got out of his seat and walked to the kitchen. he returned with two beer bottles, throwing one at his friend.

“because I pity you right now”, he said, plopping back on the couch and snapping the bottle open.

“this time I’ll accept your pity”, iwaizumi answered, chugging half the beer in one go and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

“how’d you get over it?”, he wanted to know, adding: “I’d rather die than feel like this right now.”

hanamaki threw a pillow at his friend: “don’t say that!”

iwaizumi caught the pillow and tried to throw it back.

“don’t you dare to throw something at me in my house”, hanamaki intimated his friend.

“anyways, I just kind of got over it. I deleted her number, drank a couples of beer and got over it.”

“you make it sound so easy”, iwaizumi commented, messaging his forehead.

“it wasn’t but it will get easier.”

“where is she now?”

“dunno. probably married, kids, steady job, nice house, nice car and not stuck with a lovesick guy”, hanamaki guessed, taking another sip.

“kids? what the fuck- how old is she?”

“let’s just say she’s older than me”, he winked.

⧏⧐

iwaizumi wandered the dark streets by himself, wearing a grey hoodie and black jeans. there was no one else besides him and the occasional stray cat.

he stopped in the middle of an isolated road and sat down.

at this point, he thought, he couldn’t care less if he got hit by a car.

the ace fished his phone out of his pocket and stared strongly at his lockscreen that he still hadn’t changed.

it was a selfie of them both, clad in snowboarding gear and matching thick, grey jackets. there was snow everywhere - on both of their hoods, their shoulders, the snowboarding goggles on their heads. he loved her small hands, which were covered in creme colored gloves, that fit perfectly in his. he loved her smile along with her dimples that no one took notice of. he loved her nose and how bright red it was in the picture from the cold.

he loved everything about her.

but the same couldn’t probably be said by her.

iwaizumi stared at his phone. was he being stupid right now? was the alcohol getting to him? he sighed, wiping the tears in his eyes away.

he sat up straight and anticipated an answer. he wanted to know what he did wrong. he wanted to apologize and bring her back into his arms where she belongs.

deep down he knew he wasn’t going to get a response. but he still sat there, in the middle of the night with a false sense of hope that maybe she would.

⧏⧐

rain.

iwaizumi sat alone on his bed in his dark room, staring out the window into the desolated street.

he had nothing else to do. he ran out of beer but the rain was too heavy to get out and buy more. he had no food in his fridge but a couple ketchup packets and soy sauce.

he wasn’t feeling hungry anyways.

iwaizumi listened to the pitter patter of the rain hitting his window. he was tempted to open it to let some breeze in. he loved the smell of the rain.

but he stopped himself.

the rain only reminded him of her.

iwaizumi took a deep breath to control his feelings. he really needed that beer.

he stared out of the window and noticed a nest on the tree outside his window. the bird that was arranging leaves all of her eggs so the rain won’t damage them. then another bird came and covered them all from the rain with a chip bag. iwaizumi watched as, who he assumed as the female bird, chirped in happiness as they both sat down with their eggs in the nest, protected from the harsh rhythms of the rain.

⧏⧐

“iwaizumi!”

he held his phone a little further from his ear as matsukawa’s voice echoed through the phone.

“what’s up?”, the ace said, after he deemed the voice safe for his eardrums.

“wanna go out? me and hanamaki are going clubbing tonight.”

“I don’t know.”

“come on, iwaizumi! you need to let loose and live life! hanamaki told me you’re getting over a break up, right? maybe it will help!”

“matsukawa-“

“iwaizumi, if you don’t go I’m coming over and drag your sorry-ass out myself!”, he heard from farther away.

“sorry, that was hanamaki’s screaming from across the room. you’re on speaker by the way”, matsukawa apologized.

iwaizumi sighed: “I guess I have no choice. I’ll meet you there.” he hung up and threw his phone on his bed, getting ready to “have fun”.

⧏⧐

he barely heard matsukawa saying hi to him over the loud techno music in the room.

iwaizumi settled by the bar after they separated to do their own things, ordering a few bottles of beer as he watched his friends practically grind on random girls wearing little clothes.

he sighed, he wasn’t made for clubs.

iwaizumi chugged a few bottles down in attempt to get into the mood. he thought that if he’s already here, he should at least try to make it worthwhile.

he ran a hand through his hair and watched as the lights in the club began to change colors. he was starting to get a little tipsy but he wasn’t a light drinker. he knew what his limit was.

and maybe he wanted to go over that limit a little bit today.

“hey”, he heard, feeling a hand on his shoulder.

he turned around to see a girl wearing short shorts, a crop top and a face full of makeup.

“wanna dance? you’re too cute to be sitting here alone”, she winked.

fuck it, he thought, grabbing that girl’s hand.

he let the beat and the strong bass overtake him as he danced with her. from the corner of his eyes he could see matsukawa and hanamaki grabbing a few drinks and giving him thumbs up.

the girl grabbed his hands and put them around her waist as she pressed her chest into his.

I’m getting too much into this, he thought, gripping her waist tighter.

next thing he knew, he let himself be dragged to a dark, empty part of the club and her lips pressed against his.

part (II)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Night Fever

Written for my In the Dark Challenge

I’m Gonna Make You Love Me by The Temptations/The Supremes “And I’m gonna use every trick in the book. I’ll try my best to get you hooked.”

“I’m just getting started.”

Warnings: non/dubcon sex, sex pollen.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You meet your crush’s new date but you’re not the only one lost in yearning.

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You usually looked forward to Tony’s parties. They were a small respite from the usual grind. You never really had holidays or vacations as an intelligence specialist so those hours of glee were the next best occasion. You’d get dressed up, do your make-up, and fantasize about the spread of hors d’oevres to be offered.

Oh and speaking of fantasies…

Steve Rogers had just arrived. The core of many nocturnal whimsies. You couldn’t say when the crush had implanted itself within you. Had it been when you had spilled coffee on yourself and he had laughed and helped you clean it up, lightly brushing close to your chest with a napkin? Or when he had offered to carry a crate of documents to the archives for you? You really couldn’t say but you knew it was best to keep such infatuation apart from the workplace.

That didn’t ease the sting as he walked in the hall with another on his arm. There had been rumours in the office but you had chalked it up to Sam’s incessant need to talk shit. You hadn’t really believed it. Or maybe hadn’t wanted to. It was easier with her right in front of you; pale blonde hair, soft blue eyes, the figure of a ballerina. You hid your disappointment as you nodded at whatever Natasha had been talking about. The last you had understood a word it was her usual rant about her field gear.

Then he approached you, none so shy about the model at his side. You did your best to smile and remain poised. Why next to this woman, you must have seemed a possum in a skirt. Natasha took the initiative as she always did and you were saved from an awkward and delayed greeting.

“I was wondering if you were ever gonna remember us,” Nat teased, “So, who’s the lady?”

“Oh, well, you’re actually going to laugh at this,” He gave his pristine smile and you locked your knees as you tried not to melt into a puddle. “Um, Natasha,” He gestured to the woman known as the Black Widow before waving to his blonde escort, “This is Natasha.”

Natasha laughed. Loudly. Then offered her hand to the taller, skinnier blonde. You watched, awaiting and dreading your turn to feign acceptance. Enough. It’s just a crush. If anything this would help you get over it.

The new Natasha shook the old Natasha’s hand and then Steve turned to you. “And this the only original of the bunch, Y/N.” He introduced you, “She keeps our whole team from walking headfirst into trouble. Not that we don’t anyways.”

You gave your best fake laugh and shook Natasha’s hand in kind. A nice to meet you and your usual social courtesy. Nothing more.

As the three began to chatter as if it wasn’t all so awkward, you excused yourself to the bathroom and hid in there as you gathered your wits. Stop being a child. You should be happy for him. You sighed at yourself in the mirror and pushed away from the counter. You should get a drink.

You strode back out to the soiree and briskly swiped a champagne flute off a server’s tray. You retreated the wall furthest from Steve and sipped your elixir. This would help you forget about him and your foolish heart. God, you could be so stupid.

You were down to your last mouthful and tossed it back without grace. You covered your mouth as the bubbles threatened to escape and almost let out the hideous belch as a deep voice surprised you.

“I thought you liked these stupid things,” Bucky crossed his arms as he stepped up next to you, the fabric of his jacket strained across his shoulders.. You rarely saw him at these parties. Not that he didn’t attend, only that he made himself scarce.

“I’m tired,” You lied, “Bad timing I guess…been working.”

“Ah,” He replied rather unconvinced of your fib, “Too many strangers.”

“Mm-hmm,” You agreed as a server offered to take your empty glass.

“So you met her?” You glanced over at Bucky’s pointed question but didn’t need to ask who he meant.

“She’s nice,” You looked back to the room of tuxedos and gowns, “Pretty.”

“Needy,” Bucky added, “You know I was with him when he met her. Our usual night out. Just us two. We go to a bar, a couple of drinks, shoot the shit…” He lowered his arms as he stepped closer, his eyes scanning the crowd as he spoke without looking at you. “She came over and introduced herself. Pretended not to know who he was.” He cleared his throat and chuckled darkly, “She’s not a very good actor but Steve’s a bit of a dupe with pretty dames.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say but he seemingly didn’t need encouragement. It was rare that the former Winter Soldier was so talkative. You could smell the whiskey as he stepped closer and his arm pressed to your shoulder.

“Barely see him outside missions these last two months. Whenever we are together, she’s calling him and he’s all too eager to run at her beck and call.” His voice dripped with irritation. “I’d tell him she’s been texting me too but I don’t think he’d believe me.”

You turned to him with wide eyes. Gossip at the lips of the last person you would expect it from. You were stunned as in your mind Natasha had been in the first chapter of her very own once upon a time. You shrugged and swallowed back your envious satisfaction.

“About what?” You wondered lightly.

“I don’t really pay much attention. Doesn’t say anything interesting.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll just wait for Steve to get his head out of his ass. I hate being the one to say ‘I told you so’.”

“You’re very valiant,” You scoffed. “Maybe a little bitter too.”

“And what about you?” He said. “Hiding along the wall and drinking…bitter?”

“No,” You answered a bit too quickly. “I don’t care about Steve that way.”

“Sure,” He commented nonchalantly. He let the silence thicken to tension as he eyed you and you tried to ignore him. He finally spoke again. “So what do you say I grab you something a bit stronger than champagne? We can mope together.”

“I’m not moping,” You insisted.

“Okay,” He grinned as he stepped away casually, “You like whiskey?” The question was rhetorical as he strutted to the bar and you huffed at his taunting back. How on earth did you get stuck in the corner with the resident pariah?

He returned, two tumblers in hand. He held one out to you and you stared at it a moment before accepting. You weren’t one too be unkind and he was being unusually so. You weren’t going to enjoy the rare moment with a tolerable Winter Soldier. You took the glass and raised it to your lips. It was strong.

“Jesus, did you get any mixer?” You crinkled your nose.

“Yes, but it’s a double,” He swigged without flinching from his own. “Come on. Maybe you’ll bust out some of your dance moves tonight. It makes these things a little less boring.”

“My dance moves?” You lifted a brow and lowered your glass. His eyes followed your hand before returning to your face.

“You’re usually the life of the party.” He mused.

“I am?” You tilted your head.

“Well, to me, at least,” He replied as he took another drink and you mustered up the courage to do the same. Your throat burned as you gulped the alcohol but there was an unexpected sweetness too. You sipped silently as you wondered at his cryptic remark. How often had he watched you at these parties?

“Why did you never join in?” You asked. “Dancing, I mean.”

“Not much of a dancer anymore. My moves haven’t aged well.” He chuckled.

“Ah,” You nodded and took another drink as you eyes washed over the room. “Afraid to throw out your hip, old man?”

“That too,” He joked and you smiled at the uncharacteristic humor in his tone.

Your lips quickly fell as you spotted Steve and his statuesque amour. You held back a sigh and drank some more. You’d need another glass if you were going to make it through the night.

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You were just about finished your second whiskey thanks to Bucky. With alcohol in your veins and shared resent, you had spent well over an hour with the brooding super soldier. He wasn’t too bad to be around when he wasn’t staring cryptically into the distance.

Your cheeks were hot from the tipsiness setting in, though you could say it was closer to drunkenness. You fanned yourself as the sweat began to build on your forehead and along your neck.

“You okay?” Bucky asked as you glanced around. You brushed past him and set your empty glass on a tall table. “Y/N?”

You turned back to him. He smirked as he reached past you and set his glass down besides yours. He was unbearably close. The flames licked down your arms and legs. It was unnatural. You had never felt like this. It was like a panic attack but instead of feeling like your chest was filled with rocks, your pussy was alight.

“I gotta-” You choked as you tried to step past him, “I gotta go.”

You pushed past him and the feel of his body against you made you whimper. You clattered on your heels through the crowd and toward the door. You tripped on the skirt of another woman and reached out to catch yourself. A hand closed around your forearm and swung you around swiftly.

“Leaving so soon?” Steve asked as he clung to you. His touch was molten against your skin.

“I–I–” If he didn’t let go you were going to climb him like a spider monkey. Your entire being told you to devour him. You pulled away and panted. “Yeah, I…I forgot I left my stove on.”

You ran out at the flimsy excuse and darted down the hallway. You were jittery, frantic, as the unexplained and overwhelming need overtook you. What was going on? Your head was spinning as you slid to a stop. You hadn’t even been paying attention to where you were going.

You swore and leaned against the wall. It was so nice and cool. You turned and stretched your arms against it as you caught your breath. You stayed like that until the wall began to absorb your body heat.

“Hey,” Bucky scared you again as you parted from the wall. “Where are you off to?”

“Trying to get out of here,” You peered down to the other end of the hall behind you. “Did you…follow me?”

“Uh, yeah, you kinda left in a hurry,” He explained, “Kinda concerning when someone runs away like they saw a ghost.”

“I’m fine, I just need to go home.” You touched your stomach and winced as it was a little too close to your pelvis. “I think I drank too much.”

“How about some fresh air?” He ventured, “Might help clear your mind.”

You looked at him warily. You could barely think as the heat stoked once more. Your dress clung to you and your scalp was itchy with sweat. And your pelvis! It hurt so bad. A yearning so deep and carnal it felt as if your bones would snap.

“Sure, sure,” You replied impatiently, “God, I’m hot.”

“This way,” He waved you to the far end of the hall, just to the left and a quick right,“ He directed you from behind. He was few steps back yet it felt like he was almost on top of you. Gosh, that though made your thighs thrum. "Right here.”

You stopped and turned back as he pointed to the small alcove you had just passed. A metal door marked ‘roof’ which he easily pulled open. “The censor on this busted a while back. They still haven’t fixed the alarm.”

“Hmm,” You grumbled as he motioned you ahead of him. “I take it this is you’re usual hiding spot, then.”

“One of them,” He followed closer this time and you could feel your ass at the same height as his eyes as you climbed. “Sometimes I’d rather catch the sunset than Tony’s latest shit-eating toast.”

“As much a cynic as expected,” you opened the door at the top of the stairs and the night air washed over you as you stepped out in the moonlight.

You carefully descended the single step from the door and inhaled deeply. You heard Bucky behind you as the door closed with a clang and he hopped down heavily. It was the highest peak of the tower, the jet pad on the lower crown of Stark Tower. Here there was little but a few exhaust fans and solar panel.

You shook out your arms as the evening chill did nothing to cool you. If anything, it made you feel hotter. You grasped your skirt and squeezed shut your eyes as you tried to will away the persistence. Your chest rose and fell as your heart clamoured.

You felt something against your forehead and opened your eyes to find Bucky’s hand on your forehead. You stepped back in shock and he let his hand fall. “You got a fever or something?” He didn’t sound as concerned as his words would have him seem. “Hot and bothered, are we?” The tone of his voice was deeper; sinister.

His metal hand shot forward and caught yours as you began to back away. “W-what?”

“I hadn’t planned on using it tonight,” He drew you closer as your heels skidded beneath your feet, “I thought maybe I could get it in your coffee or just a hint in that little lip balm you keep in your purse. I had wanted to wait but…some things just align all at once.”

“What are you talking about?” You were in a panic between the mystery of his words and whatever was driving your biology to madness.

“I may have used too much. It’s strong, isn’t it?” He smirked as he brought you flush against him and rested his hands on your ass. You were trembling as you gripped his forearms. You tried to push him away but were too weak as your body told you to grab on tighter. “You’re resisting it quite well but that won’t last.”

“What did you do to me?” You groaned and rubbed your thighs together desperately.

“There are stimulants used in interrogations. Used to cause extreme reactions to elicit answers from captured spies. Some make you terribly itchy to the point of scratching through your skin. Others cause hallucinations to the point that one would claw their eyes out. But this one is often used on missions when one needs to interlope quickly.” He leaned in, his nose tickled your temple and he pressed his lips to your cheekbones. He pushed closer and whispered in your ear. “This one sends ones baser desires into overdrive. Like adrenaline for your hormones.”

“Why?” You gasped, unable to release him. Your body pressed into his without permission and his fingers kneaded your ass hungrily.

“You’re not the only one with a crush,” He slithered as he bent and nuzzled into your neck.

His left hand slipped down your thigh and around to the front. He traced along the fabric of your skirt and cupped your vee. He pressed until you were squirming, bucking against him at the slightest friction. He forced his fingers between your legs and began to roughly stroke you through your dress. He had barely touched you and already you had soaked through your panties.

You could do nothing but cling to him. Your body, despite the whirlwind of your mind, was ravenous for any touch; his touch. His hand moved against you roughly as he held you in place. Your entire figure quaked as he teased you through your dress. You threw your head back wildly as your breath picked up. The flurry of sparks blooming in your loins was too much. It grew to sharp strikes along your flesh.

Your orgasmed ripped from you as Bucky growled into your throat. You shuddered as his hand slowed and you would’ve toppled over if he wasn’t holding onto you. The edges of your vision were hazy, the stars and distant lights of the city below streaked through the dark like smudged paint.

You planted your feet as your heels threatened to wobble beneath your soles. You reached down to Bucky’s hand and tried to push it away. Despite the release, you still felt an indefatigable hunger. He wove his fingers through yours and held you as if in a dance; his other hand still firmly on your ass.

“I know you’re not done so soon,” He taunted, “Why, you’re still burning up.”

“Ohhhh,” You almost roared as he swayed your body against yours, “Why–It hurts.”

He held you upright as your legs turned to jelly and you were as good as putty in his hands. “I know, I know,” He cooed, “I can help you.” He shushed you as you began to whine.

You shook your head but tightened your grip on his hand. You pushed your body against his as you wiggled, desperate for any sort of friction. He let go of your hand and ran his fingers down your side an to your thigh. He leaned down as he lifted your leg and hooked it around him. You latched onto his shoulder to balance yourself.

“That’s it,” He said, “Just like that.”

He slid your skirt over your knee until it bunched around your pelvis. His metal hand grazed the front of your panties, your juices coated them entirely. He grabbed side of the cotton thong and tore it swiftly. He let the fabric fall beneath you and his fingers probed your folds without delay. You squeaked and shivered at his touch.

He dipped his fingers inside and you bit your lip against the cry. It felt so good and yet not enough. He curled his fingers and pressed his thumb to your clit. The spasm it sent through you almost had you in pieces. You slung your arms around his neck as you pushed yourself closer to him and buried your face against his lapel. Electricity flowed through you and a sudden shock drained all the strength from you. You moaned as another orgasm spiked and your saliva trickled onto his suit as you smushed your lips against him.

“Steve’s white bread,” Bucky said as he removed his hand. His arm stirred between you as he flicked open the button of his fly and you heard the descent of his zipper. “He’d never fuck you like this…” You looked down as he pulled out his cock and you muttered as you tried to fight the urge to grab him yourself. “You do want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“N-n-n…” You couldn’t get the word out as your leg wrapped around him tighter. “I n-n-need it.” You dropped and arm and snaked your fingers between your bodies until they were at your clit.

“Yeah?” He gave a sultry chuckle and stroked his cock as he bent his knees.

He aligned himself with your entrance before he grabbed your leg and held it around him. He pushed just his head inside and you squirmed. Your head lolled back and forth as gibberish spewed from your lips.

“Mmmmm–more!” You dug your nails into his shoulders and mewed pathetically. “Please.”

He took it an inch at a time, your knee bent around his hand as you leaned into him. He was big and it seemed to take forever. When he was at his limit you purred, your mouth hanging open as you panted hungrily. He pulled back and you whined, your hand grasping at his hair. He chuckled and pushed back in, thrusting slowly as you trembled helplessly. You rocked your pelvis eagerly, trying to set the pace but he easily kept his motion. Your walls pulsed around his cock but you quivered.

“More?” He asked and you looked up to nod at him frantically. Your eyes bulged as your words scrambled without sense. His other hand slid down your thigh and he lifted you all at once. He let you sink down onto him, moving his hips as he lingered inside. “Shit. So fucking hot.”

His hands slipped down to your ass and he dragged you up the length of his cock. You gripped his shoulders tightly as you squeezed him between your thighs and followed his motion. You bounced up and down on him, no restraint left as you quickly took the reins from him. It wasn’t about him, the night sky, the whiskey, or even you. It was your body. You needed it so bad. It hurt and you couldn’t think straight. All that was in your mind was the way he plunged into you so snugly with each thrust.

The skirt of your dress hung over his hands, the fabric flapping with each rise and fall of your pelvis. You let your head loll back as you rode Bucky eagerly. The ache of your thighs wasn’t enough to stop you as you only went faster and faster. He brought a hand up and tugged on the strap of your gown until it snapped. You didn’t even care as he did the same to your bra and shimmied both past your breast. His thumb teased your nipple as you rutted against him, your flesh squelched against his with your arousal.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” You murmured as you moved your pelvis in sharper thrusts. You couldn’t get enough. “Gawwwwwwd,” You sputtered and succumbed to the tide that washed over you. The orgasm added to the heat of your body and piqued with a shower of embers along your flesh. “W-w-w-why?” You asked as you slowed and the twinge remained. “W-w-why w-won’t it s-stop?”

“Oh, we’re not even close to done,” He snarled and lowered you back to your feet. He pulled out of you abruptly and you sobbed. “Turn around.” He directed you as he untangled himself from your arms. “Come on.” He pushed your shoulders so that you were forced to obey. He lifted your skirt and gather it above your ass. “Bend over.”

You were a bit too eager to listen. You almost got head rush as you leaned forward, the air cold on your swollen pussy. You shook and wiggled your ass as you felt his cock against it and he spanked. You exclaimed and hung your head.

This time he impaled you in one stroke. You gasped as he bottomed out and you held onto your knees to keep from falling. He bent over you and his hand cupped your breasts as he pulled you up to stand straight. He kept you flush against him as he began to thrust into you from behind.

“Is this what you wanted him to do to you? Huh?” He grunted in your ear. “You slut.” His motion grew harder with each word. “You wanna be Captain America’s slut?” He tweaked your nipples and the sensation met that in your pelvis and another orgasm tore through you. “I think you like being mine better, don’t you?”

“Mmmpmmm,” You moaned as your eyes rolled back.

The orgasms were starting to rush over you with only seconds between and with each, you only grew more senseless. Your feet were barely on the ground as he fucked you. A doll in his arms to play with. You clawed at the side of his pants as he pounded into you, gripping the fabric as his pace stuttered and he gave several long strokes. You felt the hot river flowing within you as he gave a loud grunt. He slowed and finally stopped, your body twitched and spasmed as he held you up.

You arched your back and clenched around his cock. His metal hand went to your throat as he pushed your head up. He leaned down and his lips brushed along your cheekbone as he spoke. “Don’t you worry,” His voice sent a thrill through you, smothering that within which told you it was wrong, “I’m just getting started.”

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ryqoshay · 4 years

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How to Handle a Nico - Dinner at the Nishikino’s

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~4.1k Rating: K Time Frame: Late in Maki’s 1st year and Nico’s 3rd year in college. Story Arc: Stand Alone

Author’s Note: This chapter was assembled from a patchwork of about a dozen instances I wanted to include and thus wrote each separately. And somewhere along the lines, MS Word decided not to sync between my PC and mobile devices, so I ended up with two, slightly differently edited versions. Thus, here’s hoping my self-purported prowess with prose was successful in stitching this scene into a sensible structure. Please forgive any unsightly seams.

Nico couldn’t remember the last time she had been this nervous. No, wait, just a few days ago, her first date with Maki. Well, first official date, not counting all of the not-actually-date-but-technically-were-dates from years prior. Unfortunately, that was quickly falling into second place as she approached the gate to the Nishikino home.

Perhaps the date had been easier because she knew Maki, knew Maki liked her, knew Maki liked spending time with her, knew Maki wanted to date her, and was fairly confident Maki was attracted to her. She had known all of these things even before they started dating officially. As such, looking back, she wasn’t sure why she had been so nervous for their first date, because with the exception of one little hiccup named Etsuko, it had all gone splendidly.

But the parental Nishikinos were more of an unknown. Nico had met both of Maki’s parents a handful of times throughout the years, but had never really gotten to know either. She was all but certain she would have little problems with Maki’s mother as she had apparently been talking behind the scenes with her mother about her and Maki’s developing relationship. And she had been quite supportive of Maki’s time as a school idol, so Nico didn’t think she would object to her intended career choice.

Maki’s father on the other hand… Nico remembered quite vividly when he almost made Maki quit being a school idol after her grades slipped the tiniest of bits; not even enough for her to drop from her position as top of her class. Umi had been the one to stand up to him, which made sense insofar as she understood having parents with high expectations. Still, looking back, Nico couldn’t help feeling a bit of regret that she hadn’t been the one to protect Maki. Sure, she had offered her support, but…

“Good evening, Yazawa-san.” A voice came over the speaker.

Nico jumped. Had she even pushed the button to announce her presence?

“Yes, good evening.” She replied as she recognized the voice of the Nishikino estate manager.

“Ojou-sama has informed me of pending arrival, though as always, you are most welcome here.”

“Thanks.” Nico replied as the buzzer sounded to indicate the gate was unlocked.

One gate down, literally. Nico thought as she made her way toward the front door. Though part of her wished Maki had been the one to answer the intercom, she was nonetheless thankful that it had been a member of the house staff with whom she got along well. At least it hadn’t been…

“D-Dr. Nishikino?” Nico sputtered as the door suddenly swung open to reveal a towering, bespectacled man who immediately fixed her with a cool and calculating gaze.

Damn. Why had she stuttered? This wasn’t the first time she had met Maki’s father, and if all went well tonight, it wouldn’t be the last. You can do this Nico! Sure it wasn’t the man she expected and she was caught a bit unaware, but… Gah! Stop being intimidated. You’re here for a reason! And that reason is Maki-chan!

“Yazawa-san.” Maki’s father stated flatly.

“Hi…” Nico cutoff by clearing her throat. “Good evening.” She corrected, offering a polite bow. “I’m…”

“I’m afraid my daughter will be unable to entertain your visit tonight.” Dr. Nishikino interrupted. “We are expecting an important guest who should be arriving presently.”

I’m an important guest? No, wait, of course I am! I’m Maki’s girlfriend now. So, buck up and tell him that.

“Yes, sir, that guest is me.” For emphasis, Nico indicated the stylish dress she had picked out specifically for the occasion. “I’m Maki’s date.”

“…” Dr. Nishikino raised an eyebrow but remained steadfast in his position.

“Nico-chan!” the voice of an angelic savior came from behind the barrier of the paternal Nishikino. “Papa, let her in.”

Dr. Nishikino stepped aside and…

Holy… Nico had to make a conscious effort to avoid letting her jaw hit the floor. Not that Nico, at any point, had forgotten that Maki was beautiful, but when the redhead went all out, it was all she could do not to stare. Though elegantly modest, the deep purple dress still managed to highlight Maki’s best features.

“You’re early.” Maki said, bringing Nico back to reality.

“I’m sorry, did I take you away from your precious piano?” Nico couldn’t help teasing a bit, figuring the younger girl had wanted to arrive at her parents’ home earlier for a few moments of nostalgia with the instrument she grew up playing.

“Yeah, actually.” Maki admitted as she glanced away sheepishly.

“Well maybe after dinner, you can continue your concert, but with an audience?” Nico pointed herself as if it wasn’t already obvious who she meant.

“I’d like that.”

“You look lovely, by the way. Purple always looks good on you, Maki-chan.”

“Thanks.” Maki replied as pink dusted her cheeks. “You look good too. I like when you leave your hair down. It makes you look more…” She trailed off.

“More?”

“Sorry, I meant…”

“More mature?” Nico completed what she believed to be her girlfriend’s thought.

“Uhm… yeah…”

“I’ll have you know Nico is always mature.” She squared her shoulders and placed her hands on her hips pridefully.

Maki raised an eyebrow in a way that left no question as to her linage.

“Anyway, I haven’t seen that dress before, is it new?”

Maki nodded. “Mama and I just got back a little while ago from picking it out.”

Huh… Mama and I were also just out shopping for my dress. Nico thought to herself. And, wait a minute… “We match.” Or at least they matched in the way their old idol costumes matched in overall theme and enough details to be an obvious set while maintaining enough individuality to be unique as well.

“We do?” Maki glanced down at herself before back at Nico. After half a second, she smiled. “Yeah, we do. What a nice coincidence.”

Nico found herself wondering if the coincidence was perchance planned by a pair of meddling mothers who meant well. She made a mental note to ask her mother about the issue later, if for no other reason than to thank her for the cute gesture.

“So, dinner isn’t for a little while yet” Maki continued “but they might have appetizers ready already so why don’t we head to the dining room and I’ll quick check?”

“Lead the way.” Nico decided not to bring up how she still got lost in the huge house, even after visiting frequently over the last few years.

“You coming, Papa?”

Nico realized she had all but forgotten the paternal Nishikino was still there. Stealing a quick side glance, she found him quietly observing the couple. If she was reading things correctly, his aura had warmed somewhat, though was no less calculating than before; gears were obviously grinding behind his stoic expression.

“Your mother and I will meet you at the table.” Dr. Nishikino stated. “I’ll go find her.”

As Maki took her hand to lead her through the house, Nico noticed her grip was tighter than normal. A lot tighter. Maki was more nervous than she was letting on. Just how worried was she about her father’s approval of their relationship? Nico already knew Maki’s mother was wholly supportive, as was her own, but the only things she really knew about Maki’s father were that he had high expectations for his daughter and was not particularly fond of idols.

“Wait, Maki-chan,” Nico said, stopping in the hallway before they reached their destination “hold up a moment.”

“Eh?” Maki uttered, not seeming to notice the change and almost yanking Nico’s arm out of the socket before being held to a halt. “Nico-chan?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Maki.” Nico fixed her girlfriend with a steady stare. The redhead returned the gaze, though was far more furtive, and when she began to fidget with her hair, Nico reached out and gently touched her hand. “What’s wrong?” She repeated.

Maki released a puff of air. “I’m nervous, alright? I… I just really want Papa to like you.”

“I’m nervous too.” Nico admitted, her thoughts racing through things she could say to calm them both down. “But you know, he didn’t turn me away at the door, so that’s gotta count for something, right?” She paused for a moment. “Well, technically, he did, but that was before he realized why I was here, but he still let me in, so that has to mean he’s willing to give me a chance, right?”

“I just… I know he’ll bring up idols, and…”

“Maki-chan.” Nico took a step in to close some of the distance between them. “Nico didn’t become the No. 1 Idol in the Universe without learning a thing or two about reading her audience.”

“…” Maki’s expression wasn’t one of disbelief but of continued concern.

“Look, I’m not going to lie to your father about my career of choice, but I’m also not going to try to convert him into a fan or convince him that idols are the most amazing thing ever, even if I believe that myself.”

“I know…”

“And I am attending college and aim to get a degree.” Nico continued. “Sure it won’t be a fancy medical degree like yours, but I’m getting it while still being an idol. So that’s also gotta count for something, right?”

“Papa does respect hard work.”

“And Nico is a hard worker.”

“I know.” Maki affirmed, dropping her hand before leaning her head into Nico’s hand. “Nico-chan is one of the hardest workers I know when it comes to working toward her goals. It’s always admired, and envied, about you.”

Nico scoffed. “You say that as if you don’t work hard as well, Maki-chan.”

“Mmm…” Maki hummed in a tone that implied she was paying attention to something other than the conversation at hand.

Hand… Maki closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek against Nico’s hand, causing her to open her fingers to increase contact. It should be fine here, right? Nico moved in the rest of the way and tilted her chin up. Maki followed her hand as Nico guided her down. Their lips touched and…

“Oh dear…” A startled voice uttered, causing the couple to jolt away from each other. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, Ojou-sama.”

“I-It’s f-fine…” A blushing Maki stumbled through.

Nico recognized the woman one of the newer members of the Nishikino house staff. She was responsible for general assistance wherever needed.

“Welcome, Yazawa-san.” The woman said with a polite bow, but when she righted herself, her expression was thoughtful. “Although, now that you’re dating Ojou-sama, perhaps Yazawa-sama is more appropriate?”

“Just Nico is fine.” Nico assured.

“Right, anyway, I’m on my away to retrieve some bottles of Cloudy Bay at the behest of the master.”

“White?” Maki inquired.

The woman nodded. “We’ve prepared a delightful shrimp pasta for the main course.” She turned to Nico. “Ojou-sama has informed us of your talent in the kitchen, so we hope to meet your standards, Yazawa-sama.”

Guess the new title is going to stick. Nico thought to herself. “I’m sure it will be great.”

“The caprese salads should be ready if you wish to head to the dining room now.”

“Tomatoes, of course.” Nico couldn’t help commenting.

“Yes.” The staff member confirmed. “We have also been informed of one of your preferences, so for dessert, we will be serving traditional crepes with lemon and sugar.”

“Sounds delicious.”

The woman smiled before bowing again to excuse herself and hurrying down the hall.

“Is there anything wrong with your father requesting white wine?” Nico asked, trying to gauge her girlfriend’s reaction.

“I don’t believe so.” Maki shook her head. “White is better paired with seafood, after all.”

“Yes, but…?”

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” Maki shook her head again. “Cloudy Bay is actually one of Papa’s favorites. He’s quite fond of the New Zealand area in general.”

“One of his favorites? That’s gotta be a good sign, right?”

“I hope so.”

Nico took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then released it slowly. “Well, the salad is apparently ready, so we may as well get to it.”

Maki nodded before taking Nico’s hand once more to complete their journey to the dining room. Nico noted, thankfully, that her girlfriend’s grip was far more relaxed this time around.

Upon arrival, the couple was greeted by the Nishikino estate manager who showed them to their seats. Shortly thereafter, Maki’s parents arrived and took their own seats. Next the chef and her assistant from before arrived with the first course. Finally, the first bottle of wine was uncorked and the meal was underway.

“So, Yazawa-san,” Dr. Nishikino stated, drawing Nico’s attention “you’ve known Maki since high school, am I correct?”

“Yes.” Nico affirmed. “It was Maki-chan’s first year and my third.”

“I see. And were you one of the girls who helped convince her to become an idol?”

Well, that didn’t take long for the subject to come up. Nico thought to herself. Straight to the point, I guess, unlike a certain dishonest daughter of his…

“Actually, it was the other way around.” Nico replied.

“Oh?”

“I was in a disillusioned and jaded state back then, after my first attempt at forming a group fell through.” Nico admitted. “And it was Honoka and Maki-chan and the others that pulled me out of my funk and helped me remember why I adored idols so much and wanted so desperately to be one.” She couldn’t help smiling as fond memories flooded her mind. “I really do owe them all a debt of gratitude for that.”

“I see. And you are still an idol now?”

“Part time.” Nico nodded. “I was able to find a small production company that was willing to work around my classes. It fills up my schedule and keeps me busy, but also lets me keep my foot in the door.”

“Because you intend to go full time even once you’ve earned a degree?”

Nico wasn’t particularly fond of the wording of the question and had to resist the urge to call it out; had it been Maki and they were in a more casual setting, she likely would have done so.

“I do.” She said aloud instead. “And once I retire from being an idol, the degree will help me find other employment.”

“And what type of employment might that be?”

“Something still in the industry, if possible.” Out of the corner of her eye, Nico caught a suppressed expression of surprise on her girlfriend’s face. Understandable, as it was news to Maki as well. “Choreographer, trainer, costume design, heck maybe even a producer, someday. Basically, I’d like to pay forward my debt by helping the next generations of idols.”

“And one is able to earn a living in such an industry?”

“Others have before me; I believe I can as well.” Nico gave another glance to the redhead beside her. “I may not have the skills to become a life-saving doctor like Maki, but I can still do my part to make the world a better place; one smile at a time.”

“Medicine, law, business, engineering,” Maki’s mother suddenly spoke up “these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.” She smiled at Nico. “I believe Mr. Keating’s words hold true for many things. Music, painting, writing, really the arts as a whole are what make life worth living.”

“Mr. Keating?” Nico inquired.

“The lead character of Dead Poets Society.” Maki responded. “We should watch it sometime, Nico-chan; it’s really good.”

“And it is because the arts are so important” Dr. Nishikino continued “that my husband and I strive to support them as much as possible. In fact, we will be attending a performance of The Barber of Seville late next month and have not even started sending out invites to fill our box. You two are more than welcome to join us.”

At this, Maki’s eyes lit up. “Next month? When?”

“I’ll message you the dates later, but it’s a weekend so you should be able to work it into your study schedule.”

Maki turned to Nico with an expression rivaling the one she wore when December started. “Do you want to come with me?”

Nico smiled at her girlfriend’s excitement and word choice. “I’d love to. But where have I heard that title before?”

“From my playlist.”

“Tchaikovsky?” Nico made sure to pronounce the name as correctly as she could.

Maki shook her head. “Rossini.”

Nico racked her memory. “Cinderella?”

“Yes, different opera, same composer.”

“One smile at a time, you said?” Maki’s father suddenly stated.

“Oh, yeah.” Nico recalled her words from a few minutes ago.

The barest hint of something tugged at the edges of Dr. Nishikino’s lips. “Well, if nothing else, you have succeeded in making my daughter smile.” He nodded toward Maki, directing Nico’s attention back to the mentioned reaction. “And as my wife and I can attest, that is not always the easiest of tasks.”

“… P-Papa…” Maki offered a mild protest as pink dusted her cheeks and her mother chuckled.

Nico couldn’t help a smile of her own as she turned back to Maki’s father. “I think I’m up to the challenge.”

“Indeed.”

Wait… wasn’t this a bit hypocritical? Nico suddenly thought. Why claim to be a patron of the arts while simultaneously disallowing one’s daughter from being an artist?

On occasion, Maki had bemoaned being railroaded into the medical career while her dreams of being a professional pianist were dismissed as a passing fancy. Yet she hadn’t acknowledged the contradiction. Was she even aware of it? With the level of reverence Maki held for her parents, Nico could easily imagine her remaining oblivious; well, that and Maki’s overall naivete in many aspects of life.

Should she tell her? Was it even Nico’s place say such a thing? Nico was no stranger to speaking her mind when it came to her own interests, or those of her siblings. And she was dating Maki now, which meant defending her girlfriend’s best interests also shouldn’t surprise anyone. Or at least what she believed to be Maki’s best interests, as her parents obviously felt differently.

“On a related topic, Yazawa-san, Maki has told us much about your shared love of music.” Dr. Nishikino continued.

Nico derailed her own train of thought and refocused her attention on the conversation at hand. “It is one of our favorite subjects to discuss… or argue over.”

“And you often listen together while studying.”

“I believe music helps keep us in a good mood, which then helps us study.” Nico explained.

“I think we can all attest to the positive effects of music.” The Nishikino matriarch said.

“Indeed.” Her husband agreed.

“And Maki-chan has helped expand my appreciation of other genres of music.” Nico turned to her girlfriend. “And I’d like to think I’ve expanded hers as well.”

Maki nodded an affirmation with a smile.

“Maki also has told us that she often helps you study.”

“She does.” Nico confirmed. “Maki is incredibly smart. Even if she doesn’t know the answer to a problem, she is often able to logic things through and help guide me in the right direction. Honestly, if I didn’t already know she was going to be a doctor, I’d’ve suggested she become a teacher.”

“Now that would be an interesting career choice.” Maki’s mother said thoughtfully.

“Hrm…” Her father seemed less than convinced. “So, do you help her study in return?”

“Well…” Nico started.

“Nico-chan helps in other ways, Papa.” Maki offered. “Even if she isn’t able to help me with a given topic, she helps ensure I take regular breaks so I can come back with better focus. She makes sure I’m hydrated and helps track my nutrition and is quite insistent on keeping a decent sleep schedule. Honestly, she’s better at taking care of me than I am.” Her eyes widened as her admission registered in her mind.

“That’s right,” Her mother continued with the thoughtfulness from earlier, though Nico was sure she detected some teasing undertones “wasn’t it Nico that saved Maki from herself back on her birthday?”

“Mama…” Maki was losing a battle in trying to keep down another blush.

“Maki is very diligent in her studies.” Nico stated. “And I’m happy to help where I can.”

“Hmm… sounds like another couple we know, right Dear?” Dr. Nishikino sent a sly smile toward her husband, the teasing more obvious now.

“… Perhaps.” Maki’s father conceded.

Was it Nico’s imagination or did she just catch another glimpse into the source of some of Maki’s behavior? The Nishikino patriarch wasn’t the easiest to read behind his stoic mask, but his daughter wasn’t always straightforward with her emotions either and Nico had figured her out fairly well by this point.

As far as Nico was concerned, the rest of dinner went quite smoothly. Once Maki’s father got past his initial questions, he remained mostly quite. It ended up being Nico and Maki’s mother carrying the bulk of the conversations, which honestly didn’t really surprise Nico all that much. Maki’s mother inquired about Nico’s family, though Nico suspected she already knew most of the things anyway and it was more for Maki’s father’s sake. Still, Nico wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to brag about her amazing siblings and about how proud of them she was in taking care of the household and themselves in her absence.

After dinner, Maki’s parents excused themselves to finish up the day’s emails and paperwork. Nico couldn’t help but wonder if that would be something Maki would end up doing once she became more involved with the hospital administrative duties.

As for Nico herself, she joined Maki in the Nishikino music room for the previously promised private concert. There, she had happily settled into the best seat in the house, next her girlfriend on the bench. All in all, it was a wonderful conclusion to what she believed to be a wonderful night. However, as confident as she was, she still wanted to be sure, so she made a mental note to ask the one she believed would know best, or at least better than herself.

“So, how did I do?” Nico asked, once she was sure they were well beyond earshot of anyone even remotely associated with the Nishikino residence.

“You were perfect, Nico-chan.” Maki responded with a smile that sent a warm feeling through Nico’s chest. “I think Papa likes you and is fine with us dating, and we already know how Mama feels.”

Thank the gods… Nico thought with relief. And with that load off her mind, “Of course I was perfect,” she decided to get in some teasing of her own, after spending the evening watching Dr. Nishikino do so “Nico is always perfect.” She grinned and held up her signature gesture.

“Id…” Maki’s typical retort was interrupted by a yawn.

Nico laughed before continuing the tradition. “You love it.”

“… Maybe…” Maki managed to get out as her energy seemed to be leaving her rapidly.

Nico leaned her shoulder into her girlfriend. “Steady there, Maki-chan, you going to be alright getting back to your dormroom?”

“Eh? But, I thought…”

“You thought…?”

“I thought I was going to your place?”

“Well you can, obviously you’re always welcome, but…” Nico motioned to Maki’s outfit, taking the moment to enjoy the view as well “I figured since you don’t have a change of clothes, you wouldn’t want to put this back on in the morning.”

“It’s fine…” Maki stifled another yawn. “I just want to go home…” She blinked and shook her head. “I mean your home… Yours… yours and Nozomi’s, I mean… ueeehhh…”

Nico chuckled. “It’s your home too, Maki-chan.” By the gods did she want to kiss the redhead whose cheeks were now matching her hair, but even this late at night, there was a risk of being seen. Later. She promised herself. “Nozomi and my names may be on the lease,” she said instead “but that doesn’t make it any less home to you or Eli.”

“T-thank you…”

“You don’t have to thank me for that; that much is normal for couples, right? But you know, Eli does leave a lot of stuff in Nozomi’s room…” Nico thought aloud “perhaps I should clear out a drawer and make some room in the closet for you.”

“I’d like that.” Maki smiled. “I’ll be sure to bring some stuff over soon.”

“Good. For tonight, you can borrow your usual sleep shirt and we’ll figure out something else in the morning. I think the outfit I lent you the other day is clean, but if not, maybe Nozomi has something that will fit you.”

Maki nodded.

“Then it’s settled.” Nico took Maki’s hand as they boarded the train together. “Let’s go home.”

Author’s Note Continued in Followup Post

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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gohnnyjuitar · 4 years

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20 OTP Questions

tagged by @sunset-cassaparilla ( i am in love with myra & danse’s dynamic btw wow) this took me so long bc my little brain was like Hm.. make pic for them........

i’ll tag uhh @benny-gecko-official, @saddeniq, @theartofblossoming if you haven’t already!! otherwise i mean if you see this just pretend i tagged you bc i’m bad at tagging hlhlfh

anyway, here’s Anthony and Deacon bc i’m Hopeless!! under the cut this time bc i talk a lot jfkgfj

1. Who can out-drink the other?

Deacon’s by no means a light weight, but Anthony’s got that patented Prewar Liver™ and some fancy Vault Tex nanites cleaning up his blood.That being said, they’ve never actually attempted to get drunk together; they’ve had a few beers together, sure, but they’re usually too busy or too antsy to get drunk.

2. Who says “i love you” more?

Deacon, and usually in private. They both know all too well that the Wasteland can take just about anything from you if you aren’t careful, but Deacon especially. After Barbara and working with the Railroad- the Switchboard- he wasn’t even expecting to get close to anyone like that again. Now, he won’t let himself take that for granted. They do pick up kind of a “code” when it comes to wanting to say it in public.

3. Who has trouble sleeping alone?

Anthony’s had issue with this since leaving the Vault. Not only was he used to sleeping next to someone, he was used to sleeping in a room with three other people.Travelling on his own is the only time it gets really bad. Nightmares come more often and, at its worst, insomnia. If he’s having a particularly bad day, he likes to tuck his head under Deacon’s chin and press his face into his shirt as if to reassure himself that there is another presence there.

4. Who swears more?

Deacon does. Anthony was usually in sight of a camera prewar so usually had to watch how he acted and what he said. He’s so used to it, that when he does swear, it catches him off guard a little. Always gets a good chuckle out of Deacon, too, who usually threatens with a swear jar.

5. Who does more of the housework?

Got me thinking of them settling down now oof.. I think it would end up being both of them pretty equally. Anthony did his own housework when he lived in his own apartment prewar and Deacon just doesn’t like Mess.

6. Who forgets their anniversary?

Deacon takes pride in being able to remember, well, a lot. Anthony insists he’s been around long enough that things tend to blur together. Deacon will tease Anthony about it on different days, but they don’t really take the whole ‘anniversary’ thing too seriously. What’s one day matter when the next could be your last in the Wasteland?

7. Who steals the duvet in their sleep?

Deacon, absolutely. Anthony’s always run pretty warm and doesn’t usually go for a blanket unless he’s sick or it’s actually cold out. When winter rolls around, it wouldn’t be uncommon to see Deacon wrapped up in whatever blanket he could find with Anthony all but draped over him.

8. Who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

Deacon will never admit it- and Anthony will never tell him- but he snores whenever he’s actually sound asleep. Anthony thinks it’s endearing, not to mention he lives for when Deacon gets some actual sleep. He’ll take watch all night if it means the poor man gets some rest.

9. Who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Anthony is, unfortunately, allergic to pet dander so Deacon knows better than to hold onto a stray dog or cat. That definitely didn’t stop him from presenting Anthony with a pristine Deathclaw egg and nearly killing him on the spot.

10. Who usually makes dinner?

They take turns! When they can remember whose turn it is, anyway. Sometimes it’s decided with some good ol’ fashion rock paper scissors. Neither of them are terrible cooks, but it’s always better than some of the prewar food left behind.

11. Who plays their music out loud?

Anthony carries around an Elvis holotape that he likes to play whenever he finds an intact holotape player. Otherwise, it’s not uncommon for him to end up humming a song that might’ve gotten stuck in his head when visiting say Diamond City. Deacon doesn’t mind. In fact, sometimes it helps lull him to sleep at night.

12. Who hogs the bathroom?

Listen, a man’s got to know just how well a disguise works. Deacon only hogs the mirror whenever he’s putting on a disguise and Anthony usually couldn’t care less. He likes to make sure his hair doesn't look absolutely disgusting, but he can usually get enough space to do that while Deacon’s changing. It has ended with an elbow to the ribs or stepping on feet in smaller bathrooms, but they end up with a good laugh if that’s the case.

13. Who gives the most compliments?

Oh, they’re obnoxious. They like to shoot increasingly dramatic or outrageous compliments at each other whenever they’re somewhere safe and around others. Especially at HQ. It grinds Carrington’s gears and they think it’s hilarious. The more sincere compliments are said only when it’s just the two of them. They’re said with soft smiles and gentle voices and they’re as sincere as could be do not attempt to fight me on this.

14. Who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

That definitely depends on the argument. They’re both generally pretty laid back dudes so not a lot gets them really heated like that. When they do argue it’s usually a brief, angry thing. They have to find separate corners of HQ or even go a couple days with radio silence before they come back together and apologize. It’s never words intended on hurting, it’s usually concerning the other’s well being.

15. Who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Deacon is really good at that. He can do something completely asinine and still keep a straight face. His favorite thing is to say something incredibly specific and a reference to something only Anthony would understand in front of him and whoever he’s talking to. Anthony will embarrass unintentionally, usually by way of complimenting Deacon to someone else like Desdemona or Carrington while he’s in earshot.

16. Who gives the other cringe-worthy pet names?

File this under one of the things they do to get on Carrington’s nerves.’Stars’ and ‘Deeks’ are the go-to nicknames, but man can they get creative if they’re bored enough. Deacon leans towards the more outrageous, ‘that’s not even a real word’ names while Anthony will absolutely break out the prewar slang. If Carrington has to hear Deacon be called ‘one chrome-plated pussycat’ one more time, he’ll lose it.

17. Who fusses over the other when they get sick?

Anthony doesn’t get sick often at all, so when he does it’s usually pretty bad. The Vault Tec nanites in his blood can work to clean out his system, but that can mean Anthony’s body going comatose while they do their job. The first time that happened since coming back to the Commonwealth, he’d contracted Vault 81′s Molerat disease and given the cure to Austin. Deacon, who didn’t know much about his nanites at the time, was absolutely beside himself when Anthony suddenly just dropped.

18. Who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

They’re both, as mentioned, incredibly laid back about most things. Deacon can manage to stay ‘angry’ longer than Anthony, given the reason. Anthony’s attitude leans towards ‘I don’t know what’ll happen tomorrow, so let’s fix this before then’. Deacon has the potential to ‘stay angry’ longer simply because he can avoid and throw himself into work if he really wants to.

19. Who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

Anthony’s more likely to actively seek out comfort when he’s upset. He’ll end up in a funk for a day or two, realize he’s Upset, then go find Deacon and pull him away for a hug. Sometimes he can get away with just being near Deacon and listening to him just talk, other times he likes to be Held.

20. Who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Probablyyy Anthony, if only because Deacon’s more of a private guy so only displays affection when there aren’t any prying eyes. I like to think that eventually, in places they’re both comfortable, they’re more likely to be seen holding hands or lingering touches. In times of celebration, Anthony has the potential to get carried away and Scoop Deacon up into a big ol’ hug.

#fallout #20 otp questions #oc; anthony rosario #deacon #otp; thick as thieves #my doodles #it is Soft Hours fellas

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ohwereusingourmadeupnames · 4 years

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starker - “you’ve been crying. i can tell.” w/ peter saying it to tony, pls

do the thing - send in all the prompts.

Ohh, this gave me drug lord!peter / mechanic!tony vibes (you can find that verse here & here). Thanks so much for the prompt, I hope the angst is what you were looking for!

warnings: mentions of violence, Tony has mad PTSD.

Being on the arm of one of the biggest drug kingpins on the east coast was never something Tony sought out for himself. For the most part, he led a pretty simple life. He had the garage and a few friends that he trusted enough to work in his place of sanctuary; until he met Peter, the thought of needing anything else never crossed his mind.

Fate worked in weird ways, though – in one fell swoop, Tony found himself the boyfriend of Peter Parker, drug lord of the Upper East Side. No matter how much he tried to extricate himself from the situation when everything started, Peter crawled under his skin, the man there now – his life forever changed because of it.

There were many great things about being with Peter. In his entire day’s work, the man probably dealt with more bull shit than Tony surrounded himself with in a decade. When Peter got home, he wanted to give up control and place it eagerly at Tony’s feet. There was nothing like it – being looked at like he had the key to unlocking every hidden desire Peter never thought he had or wanted. The pure devotion of loving and being loved by a man that did not give his heart to just anyone – it was intoxicating.

Peter also had a penchant for interesting conversation and learning as much as he could about a subject. After Tony picked him up because of a flat tire, Peter demanded he teach him how to do it – it was a life skill that everyone needed to know, he remembered him saying. He posed the question with heated kisses and the closeness of his body – Tony couldn’t possibly say no to a request like that.

In a lot of ways, Peter Parker was everything Tony wanted. The demands on his back were minimal, he got to have glorious sex with a gorgeous man, and he satisfied his soul. There was something to be said about that – Tony’s life was far from easy, his entire being restless most of the time. Peter brought a sense of calm with him that didn’t make sense but felt good all the same.

Truthfully, the only shitty part about being with Peter was the imminent danger they were always in. After getting kidnapped, Tony started to really pay attention to all of the interactions around him. Peter’s crew was used to him being there, so they didn’t bother trying to filter their thoughts around him. Most nights were filled with protection detail and surveillance – everyone involved with the operation waiting to strike when the other shoe dropped. Sometimes it did, mostly with a lot of shots fired and a few dead bodies.

And sometimes, it didn’t – every now and again there’d be peace to soak up and enjoy.

No matter what, though – Tony was in it for the long haul. Even if he wanted to (which he didn’t, he really, really didn’t,) there wasn’t leaving the crew now that he was so deeply tangled within it. He’d never once gone out on a job or taken any sort of payment, but that didn’t matter – Peter came with a price that everyone needed to pay, Tony included.

Those thoughts were floating around in his head all day. They’d both been particularly on edge the last couple of days – Peter was expecting a delivery, the man a little edgier than usual. Things were easy to handle when Peter touched back down to Earth and took them hand-in-hand with Tony. Shit got hard when Tony was forced to wade through the waters of a world he didn’t really know very well all by himself.

It’d been hot in the shop that day, so Tony stopped off in his apartment before heading to Peter’s place. In the 18 months they’d been together, Tony hadn’t spent a night in the big bed he splurged on a few years back in quite some time. The whole debacle of getting stuffed in the back of a car, being severely beat up, and shot at made the thought of sleeping anywhere but in the protection of Peter’s presence less than appealing. He rarely even stepped foot in the place these days, most of his stuff tucked into the dresser he’d been using for what felt like forever.

Stepping through the door, Tony immediately felt like something was off. His skin prickled, a hand moving to his hip to press against the gun he kept on his person at all times now. With his coveralls tied around his waist, he had perfect access to it if the need struck. Swiftly kicking off his boots, Tony trailed into the room, his footsteps light now without the clunky footwear. He kept his head on a swivel, his eyes wide as he looked around the room.

The further he walked into the room, the harder Tony’s heart started to thud against his chest. It seemed silly, being so paranoid in his own home – but he’d been pulled from the most unlikely of places before and couldn’t be too careful. Opening the door to his room, he sucked in a deep breath, his forehead breaking out in a sweat. The room was pitch black, the only light in the room coming from the wide open window. Frowning, Tony took a step in the room only to backpedal out a moment later.

Below the open window was a set of boot prints that did not belong to him.

Heart in his throat, Tony slipped his work boots back on and quickly left the apartment. His hands shook as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to dial Peter’s number. Tony knew the man had a lot on his plate, but this seemed important, another person coming after him – the end goal here more than likely Peter and the enterprise he juggled so precariously at such a young age.

It only took one ring for Peter to pick up. “Tony, what’s wrong? I was expecting you to walk in the door any minute,” Peter said, his voice picking up an octave, the worry in his tone evident.

“I think there was someone in my apartment. I stopped in to take a shower and grab a jacket I’d been wanting to wear from my closet. When I unlocked the door, something felt off. My bedroom window was wide open, Pete. Wide open with a set of boot prints on the floor below it. I got out of there as fast as I could. I’m scared, Pete. There was someone in my house.” Tony didn’t take a breath the entire time he spoke, his chest heavy by the time he was done.

He heard Peter inhale sharply, the sound audible, even through the phone. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Do you want me to have Happy come and pick you up? He can be there in a couple of minutes,” Peter replied. Tony could hear the gears grinding – his boyfriend probably already planning something.

Sighing, Tony ran a grease stained hand through his hair – now that he could hear Peter’s voice, he already felt a little better. “No, it’s alright. I’m going to head over there now. Just keep your head up, alright? If they’re coming after me, it’s to get to you.”

They hung up the phone a couple of minutes later, Tony packing himself into his truck and cranking the music loud to play over the thoughts that were running across the forefront of his mind. There were a few things not sitting right in the pit of his stomach – the intrusion to his house setting his nerves on fire, his kidnapping still so fresh, so present in his thoughts.

Tony pulled into the driveway and slammed his truck in park, his feet carrying him impatiently through the door on the side of the house, Happy letting him through without a second look or thought. Peter would be heading out soon to supervise the delivery, after everything with Doom, the man was extra careful and took to making sure things ran smoothly without outsider influence.

Glad to have made it back before the crew headed out, Tony let out a sigh when Peter’s arms wrapped around him. The dual guns strapped across Peter’s back dug into his chest a little with Peter holding him so close, but he didn’t care – having this proximity was more than enough in that moment.

Pulling back, Tony cupped his cheeks, his fingers gripping harder than usual. “Be careful, Pete. Promise me,” Tony whispered, the fact that Happy and several other members on Peter’s payroll were in the room not registering.

Peter leaned forward and drew him into a kiss, the touch tender. “I’ll do my best. It’ll be okay, baby. Happy is doing most of the work, anyway,” Peter mumbled, the man only pulling away enough to speak. “See you when I get back. I love you.” He wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist and gave him a brief squeeze.

“I love you too, Pete,” Tony managed to get out before Peter was pulling away, a forced smile on his lips. He reached out to snag Peter’s hand, fingers holding on until the time to let go couldn’t be ignored anymore. Tony turned to watch the flood of guys leaving the room, Peter bringing up the tail end.

“Wait up for me,” Peter threw over his shoulder, the man turning to look at Tony one more time before walking out the door.

Tony did his best not to be nervous throughout the rest of the night. There were a few guards outside the door, so he was perfectly safe within the confines of the house. His mind ran through all the different possibilities of the harm that could come to Peter over and over again – the prints in his house throwing him off way more than he originally realized. He hadn’t felt this jittery since his kidnapping.

A lot of time past – there was no denying that when midnight turned into 2AM, which slowly trickled into 4AM, that things might not be as okay as he expected. All of his text messages had been ignored, that in and of itself a little unusual. The situation must have gone bad – the entire list of instances getting ticked off one by one, regardless of the fact that he literally had no fucking clue what was happening.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tony leaned forward, his elbows settling into the muscle of his thighs. Both hands were in his hair and before he knew it, he was crying – his chest shaking, the tears streaming down his cheeks like water from a faucet. The choking sobs made the muscles in his stomach hurt; at this point, his entire body ached from the lack of sleep and overabundance of nerves that refused to stop rushing over him in waves.

Time didn’t matter in the state he was in – his soul needed the cleanse, so he let the tears come. He was scared to turn on the TV, to check his phone, to even think now that the possibilities seemed more real than before. It’d been almost twelve hours without any communication – that was not standard operating procedure, not when Peter knew how on edge he already felt.

What could have been seconds, or minutes, or hours later, Tony felt the bed shift, a warm arm enveloping him, Peter’s scent there and real – the man alive and well despite the bumps, scrapes, and bruises that littered his face and neck. Thankfully the tears stopped falling sometime during his break down – his boyfriend didn’t need to see his complete lack of control and composure. One of the things Peter liked about him was his ability to handle every situation, even if it scared the living shit out of him.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re here,” Tony mumbled, his head turning to press into the skin of Peter’s neck. His own arms wrapped around the other’s middle and pulled him as close as he could. Maybe he didn’t deal with his kidnapping enough – the neediness overtaking him speaking louder than the courage he portrayed on a daily basis. Falling apart like this, it didn’t feel normal.

“I’m here, baby – I’m here.” He shifted, pulling back to get a better look at Tony – his gravelly voice probably giving him away. “You’ve been crying. I can tell.” Peter moved the hand wrapped around Tony’s shoulder to his cheek, the action separating them a little more. “I’m here, Tony – it’s okay. I promise, it’s okay.” Peter pressed a kiss to his nose, then each cheek before finally landing on his lips – the caress tender and slow, Peter’s lips soft against his own.

“I don’t think I’m okay, Pete,” Tony admitted, his eyes dropping, the idea of locking gazes with the man before him a little intimidating – he’d never said anything like that to another person in his entire life. The shame of weakness washed over him. Tony always kept it together, he could defy or outsmart anything; except, it seemed, PTSD.

Peter let his thumb slip across Tony’s cheek, the softest look in his eyes Tony could ever remember seeing. His head was nodding, eyes tearing up slightly.

“I know.”

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