#both don’t really fit very well — if I close them my belly stretches the lower portion a bit too much for my taste (of myself)

[transfemgeorgecostanza]

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[elysianslove]

getting passed and railed by the msby black jackals: a guessing game 

as requested, here’s another version of the guessing game. there’s also an inarizaki version! let me know which team i should do next :)

the first to have his hands on you picks you apart calculatingly slow. his hands are large, pressing at your thighs, spreading you open for him, trailing up to your breasts, gripping and squeezing and pinching at them till you’re gasping for him. he spends so much time with his hand between your thighs, fingers buried in your cunt, until you’re crying, begging, sobbing for more, drenching his palm and the bed beneath you. when you’re properly fucked out from his fingers, he finally shows mercy, and pulls away, ridding himself of his clothes. his self control is strained as he approaches you, his cock hard and dripping in his hand while he strokes it. he wants to leave a mark on you, wants you to be sure you’ll never the feel the way you will with anyone else but him, and it shows when he finally sinks inside of you, teeth gritted and a hiss spilling as he gasps about how you were made for him. he has your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands grasping your hips, pulling you up as he fucks into you, hard and fast and deep. he’s reaching within you where you could never imagine, his cock long, hitting every spot that sends your sensitivity skyrocketing, weakening your resolve, forcing you to lose more and more of your inhibitions by the second. he’s already pulled out three orgasms from just his fingers, worn you out so much, that it’s unsurprising the third advances just as quick. you cry out and warn him, “gonna make a mess!” but he only spurs you on, lifting your hips higher, angling it to hit at that spot within you just as he rubs at your clit and you’re gone, squirting and making a mess of him, drenching your thighs and his abdomen. he doesn’t stop until he’s filled you up, until he can see your messy cunt soaked in both your cum and his. 

the second is eager, eager enough to carelessly fall to his knees between your legs as soon as the first steps away, grabbing your thighs and positioning your legs atop his shoulders, before he buries his face in your cunt. he laps and sucks at your folds, cleaning you up of any residue of the man before, and you want to cry at how humiliating and filthy it seems, it is, but he’s just so enthusiastic, so sweet, lips sucking at anything your cunt has to offer him until he makes you cum again, and you feel a chill run up your spine at how this is only the second boy. he’s just so generous with everything, kissing at your thighs, at your belly, up to your chest, peppering your face with kisses as he lines himself up against your hole. he’s calling you the sweetest of names, yet somehow they feel a little filthy falling from his lips, as he pushes the fat head of his cock inside of you, watches with a grin as your eyes widen at the feel of him stretching you. he tells you how good you are for him, how perfect, so perfect, wish i could have you forever, as he fucks into you so fast, like you’ll somehow disappear if he were to slow down for even a second. he’s insatiable, wanting more, more, more, that he pulls out, pushing you onto your stomach, holding you flat against the bed as he sinks into you again, simply using you, his hand so warm and gently strong all over your body. he cums before you do, spilling inside of you, but he’s quick to push your hips up, making you stick your ass out as he fucks his fingers into you, his cum and your arousal easing him in and making everything so much messier as he scissors his fingers and twists rapidly at his wrist, his thumb on your clit. when you cum, all you think is where the fuck did he learn to be this filthy? 

the third has so much to give. his cock meets your mouth before it’s at your cunt. he’s lifting you up before you can think, lowering you so that you straddle his face, facing his legs. he doesn’t tell you to suck his dick, but with the way he’s humping the air, his cock twitching in his tight boxers, you read him all too easily, and fall forward. he quickly lifts his hips to help you in stripping him, and god, he’s so fucking big. his cock is so large, so thick and veiny and long that you can’t even imagine how it’d ever fit, despite having been fucked by two other cocks. three of his fingers sink into you as his tongue laps at your folds, and you finally find the courage to wrap your lips around the dark, drooling tip, swallowing as much as you can of him. your jaw aches and your lips hurt at stretch, but you can’t deny just how good the feel of his heavy cock against your tongue is. the way he’s praising you sounds as if he’s delirious, just panting and whining and calling you the cutest petnames, and minutes later he’s spilling down your throat, cumming so much that it makes you gag and cough and spew out cum onto his lap. it doesn’t bother him though— fuck is still hard?— and he doesn’t hesitate in lifting you up, sitting up against the headboard and seating you on his lap. he doesn’t waste any time, grabbing your legs and hooking your knees on his arms, spreading you open and putting you on display. he begs silently, begs as if he was the one under your control and not the other way around, “put it in, put it in, please,” and once you do, he doesn’t hold back at all, making you easily cum on his cock, and makes everyone watch as he spills inside of you, the cum oozing and dribbling out of your stretched out cunt. 

the fourth gives you a second to breathe, his big, rough hands massaging at your sore muscles as you lay on your stomach. he eases at the tension in your shoulders, arms, back, down to your legs and ass. but despite how kind his hands may seem, his mouth is anything but. he calls you dirty, dirty, dirty, asks you if you enjoy being used like this, if they should treat you like this more often. his words have you burying and hiding your face deeper against the bed, shying away from him. he coos at this, teasingly saying, “aw, baby, don’t get all shy on my turn,” before he spreads your ass, dipping his fingers between your folds before sinking them into you. he’s doing it slow, leisurely, like he’s not really trying to get anything out of this, and you soon find out that yes, it’s exactly that, because his fingers fall from your cunt, and trail up to your ass. at the feel of his fingers against your tight hole, you tense and mewl, but he only shushes you, telling you to be good for him, that he’ll treat you real good, don’t worry darling. he takes his time stretching you for him, but it’s as clear as ever that he’s impatient. still, he makes sure you’re prepped well enough, and you understand why the moment his cock slaps up against his stomach when he pulls at his boxers. god, how were they all so big? he makes sure you’re on all fours when he brings his dock to your ass, when he finally sinks inside of you and you realize oh, oh, he’s so good. he fills you up perfectly, so perfectly, has your arms weakening. but it’s okay that you’re unable to hold yourself up, because he’s quick to pull you up to him, hand around your throat, the other between your legs, rubbing furiously at your clit, urgent to make you cum, to make you cum hard. and when he cums, he makes sure to pull out, and to cum in your pussy instead, because, “a cunt this pretty needs it, doesn’t it?” 

the fifth has a unmissable mischievous glint in his eyes, even with the kind smile he wears. he coos and awes at you, marveling at how good you’ve been to all of them, how he’s so happy to have you last, because he’s definitely going to make you feel so much better than all these boys. his hands are experienced, much more, as they press flat against your body, kneading at your thighs, at your breasts, cupping your face lovingly, and he does nothing, nothing, doesn’t touch you the way all these boys have, and you’re already mewling and begging for him, your thighs squeezing and rubbing, desperate for friction in any way. when his hand falls from your face to your throat, it rests there, simply, not a tightening grip at all, but you find yourself lifting up, leaning into him, wanting more. it’s dizzying, the way he’s borderline manipulating you. but god, do you love the way he’s hovering his fingers along your skin, forcing goosebumps all along, or the way he’s kissing you as he lets you grind your bare cunt against his thigh, making you look even more desperate, despite the very obvious tent and damp spot in his boxers. but finally, finally, he stops making you wait, pulling his cock out of its restraints and leaning close to you, lips kissing at your jaw and your neck as he slowly sinks into you. he fucks you missionary, simple as ever, but somehow, it feels the most intense out of all five. he’s everywhere around you and on you and in you, reaching deep within you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you with his diligent strokes and dexterous fingers on your clit. when he’s close, he pulls out, grabbing at his cock and stroking it harshly, hard and fast and quick, before he spills, aiming it along your body, staining you with his cum. somehow, this way of marking is much filthier than the fact that you had four other boys cum inside of you. 

alright, so who’s who? :) 

characters: meian, bokuto, atsumu, hinata and sakusa (not in order)

[touyasdoll]

Okay, but why the heck do people think that Izu would be a sub!????? Like dude!???? If anything, I can guarantee you that he can and WILL Detroit smash your pussy. And I BET that he has fucking many kinks and just imagining the riding his thigh is gjghjftujkouhmll mmmmmmmmmmm like gimme moreeeee, and I think he is a big TEASE like he will tease you until you are a mess and only then when you are whispering for him, is when he will touch you and also, he would knowingly go as slow as he can to tease you, like no getting faster and slowly thrusting in and out.

AHHH YES! Anon, I whole-heartedly agree with you. I’m convinced that sweet, innocent ‘Zuku is actually a fucking terror in bed & that’s a hill that I’ll die on 💚

NSFW, Minors DNI

A Break

Pairing: Izuku x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut, nsfw, minors dni, orgasm control, teasing, bdsm dynamics, thigh-riding, praise, daddy kink, unprotected sex

“Hey, baby,” Izuku smiled as you breezed through the door to his office. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“I remembered you said that you’d have to stay late tonight,” you strolled up beside him at his desk, where he was hunched over various files and loose sheets of paper, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “So I just thought that maybe I’d come and join you for dinner here. Figured we could order something in and you could take a little break.” You leaned down, kissing him sweetly. “You look pretty exhausted, hon.”

He sighed, leaning back in his office chair as he looked you over with a tired smile, “I am, a little bit.” He swiveled in his chair, sitting upright and reaching out to place his large hands behind your thighs, guiding you closer to him. “A break does sounds nice..”

"For dinner," you placed your other hand on his opposite shoulder, quirking an eyebrow when his hands began to traverse up the back of your thighs, creeping beneath the hem of your dress. "What're you hungry for?"

He chuckled, a deep and sensuous rumble in his chest that sent a shiver up your spine. His hands cupped just below your ass, suddenly yanking you toward him, throwing you off your balance until you came to rest securely on his thigh.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as he took one cheek in each hand, squeezing as he pulled your hips towards him, guiding you into grinding against his thigh, "I'm absolutely starving for a taste of you right now, baby."

"'Zuku," you sigh, taking your lip between your teeth.

"Ah, you know that's not my name, babygirl," his breath fanned over your cheek just before his lips pressed to your jawline, "but I'm willing to overlook it if you'll be a good girl and grind that pretty little pussy on me."

"Yes, Daddy," you mewled, happily doing as you were told.

You never could resist him for long and this was exactly why. The pleasure. That addictive sensation building between your thighs, spurred on by the delicious friction of your clothed cunt rocking against his flexed, muscular thigh.

He sat back and let you roll your hips to your heart's content, allowing you to chase your ultimate high while he cooed words of praise.

"Look at my good girl."

"Behaving so well for Daddy."

"You look so pretty when you're about to cum, baby."

But then came the pain. The pain of disappointment as he stilled your hips, stopping you just short of where you so desperately wanted to be. The peak that he never let you fully ascend on the first try.

You whined, tossing your head back as your fingers clenched around his shoulders.

"Something wrong, darling?" His voice was deceptively sweet, a sadistic habit of his by your standards.

He knew full well what was wrong, as he always did each time you did this song and dance. One that you knew nearly every routine too, but yet it never bored you. You never grew tired of going through each motion, eagerly bounding towards the next, because for all the suffering his tortuous teasing brought you, it always brought you far more pleasure in the end.

"Need you, Daddy," you whined, running a hand over his pecs, pleading with watering eyes. "Please, wanna cum. Need to."

"Need to?" His eyebrows jumped, his smile as gentle as ever. "I don't know about that, sweetheart." He placed his hands beneath your thighs, effortlessly lifting you onto his desk, standing between your parted legs. "I'll tell you what though," you watched as he dragged a finger up your torso, between your breasts, "I do feel like making you cum on my cock tonight. So, I'll make you a deal." His finger curled under your chin, bidding you to look up at him and you could see his green eyes glinting with devious intention. "No more whining."

You frowned, but he only smirked in reply.

"No whining," he repeated, a smug smile on his face as he retracted his hand to work himself out of his hero costume, peeling it down to reveal his scarred torso.

His hardened cock sprang free as the fabric dipped below his hips, taking the boxers he wore with it as your eyes ogled the beads of precum seeping from his tip.

You had to remind yourself not to whimper as your mouth fell open, his eyes regarding you expectantly, as if he knew you were about to fail the very first trial.

"I promise, Daddy," you spread your legs further, leaning back on your elbows as he stepped closer to you. "No more.”

Your chest heaved in anticipation, your breath hitching in your throat as he leaned over you, capturing your lips and letting out a low groan as his cock rubbed against your soaking panties.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled, two fingers hooking into your panties to tug them aside, allowing his throbbing tip to slip between your folds, but only barely.

You cried out, moaning as your eyes trained on his thick cock, slowly pushing into you. For a moment, you thought maybe he might actually sink all of himself inside, but he withheld.

He drew his hips back, dragging the bulbous head of his cock back along your walls as it came out of you with a sinfully wet noise.

You screwed your lips shut, closing your eyes as you willed yourself to remain quiet. To withhold the needy words piling up in your throat.

“You like that, babygirl?” Two hands skimmed along your sides, taking your dress up and over your breasts as you felt the familiar stretch between your thighs once more.

His hips thrust forward unexpectedly as his massive hands pulled down the cups of your bra to palm your breasts, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

“Love it, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice soft and quiet as you balled your hands into fists, squirming beneath him.

He gazed down at you, one corner of his lips pitched up in a crooked grin as he raked his eyes over your exposed frame, “You can still tell me how much you want it,” he pushed in a little deeper, stopping at about the halfway point. “I just don’t wanna hear you complain about me taking my time with you. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

He began thrusting at a slow, steady pace, never fully sheathing himself inside you. Slow and shallow was all that you he offered you, but it was enough to have you babbling anyway.

“F-feels so good,” you cooed, eyes locked with his as your mouth fell open, ushering moan after moan past your lips.

“You want more?” He slid his hands behind your back, pulling you closer so he could hold you in his arms as his lips moved against yours, drowning out your sinful noises with his heated kiss.

“Always,” you spoke breathlessly between kisses, “Always want more of you, Daddy.”

He groaned, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. As much as he loved to draw out these moments with you, he was quickly losing his resolve.

Each gasping breath. Every contraction of your walls around the head of his dick. The way you were looking at him, so obedient despite how desperately you clearly wanted more.

He wanted to give it to you, to really give it to you.

“Oh, fuck,” you threw your head back, arms encircling his neck as the pressure in your belly began to build in earnest. “Daddy, I-I think I’m gonna cum.”

The broken sob that heaved from your chest was the last straw.

Calloused hands seized your hips, digging in to your supple skin as he finally thrust all of his length inside you.

“Did Daddy say you could cum yet?” He held himself there, fighting the feral need to impale you until you were screaming his name. The tears pricking your eyes only made it that much harder to hang on.

“No,” you sighed, clenching your eyes shut, aiding a single tear in its descent over your cheek.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, baby,” he wiped the tear away, cupping your face with both hands now as he pulled his hips back at a glacial pace, until he’d completely removed himself from your core.

His mouth hovered just over yours, catching every shaky breath you expelled and the moans that accompanied them. He could still feel you clenching around nothing as he rutted his length between your folds. It had him nearly fit to burst, seeing how needy you were, how badly you wanted to suck him back into you.

For a moment, he contemplated just finishing himself off there. Splattering your pretty tits with his cum and watching it drip down your torso, into that sweet cunt of yours for him to lick clean.

But instead, he tucked that idea away. He’d come back to it when he was feeling a little more patient, because all he wanted right now was to barrage your cervix until your pussy milked him dry.

In one fluid motion, he lined his cock up with your dripping hole and snapped into you, immediately setting a relentless pace.

You could feel the smirk on his lips as you cried out against them, grasping onto him for dear life as you keened louder and louder, hoping the outpouring of cries would lessen the need to come undone.

“Cum for me,” he growled, finally taking mercy as he captured your lips in a proper kiss, his hands dropping away from your face to come to rest on your lower back as he felt his release fast approaching.

He swallowed the strangled moan you let out as you finally let go, pulling away only to hear your wanton cries as tears streamed over your cheeks. Your fucked out face almost giving him a greater sense of satisfaction than the way your walls spasmed around him as he painted them white with his hot, thick ropes of cum.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled softly, resting his forehead against yours as you both floated back down, collecting your breath. “I needed that.”

“Mm, anytime, love,” you laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But now you definitely owe me dinner.”

[ellitx]

Canonically, Venti can shapeshift right? So i don't think it is matter if he's below average like he can just make himself bigger down there to satisfy his lover (uh oh..did i just invoke size kink and shapeshifting kink ????😳😳😳)

This is what i thought of first as well but i think it will depend on whether his darling knows that he’s an archon or not

Like he didnt want to you to be scared he suddenly made himself bigger inside of you. he still needs to ask for your consent if it’s alright with you

But if you say yes and you’re into size kink, he’ll gladly indulge it with you. Just make sure to tell him if it’s starting to cause discomfort

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word count: 1.4k

female!reader

NSFW under the cut

Your body shivered in excitement when you see how big his cock is. You even feel yourself start drooling just at the sight of it, his thick girth and the tip leaking with precum made you already so wet. Eyeing his erect length made you think if it could fit inside you. It was twice as big than before but you badly wanted his cock inside you and ram you recklessly.

Your hole was tiny and Venti couldn’t wait to see your small body stretched around his big cock. You were begging for this and he’s just granting your wishes. Now that he’s bigger than average, seeing your delicate and fragile body made him hard already at the thought of him pounding into you so hard until you could only see stars.

Fuck… he needs to feel you now.

Venti grabbed your waist and pulled you close to his chest. You shudder when you felt his tip rubbing between your thighs and his hot breath brushing on the nape of your neck. Both of you were breathing fast and he was delighted to know you’re already wet for him.

Wet trails were dripping down from your pussy to your legs and he can faintly see it glimmer under the lights. Gently lifting you up, he carefully sat you on his cock and you immediately gripped on his arms for support as you moaned in surprise.

You were so tight around him, walls clamping hard once half of him was inside and you’re squeezing him so good. You were practically a fragile doll in his hands. So small and delicate, and he can move you around anytime he wants to. You wanted him to take control over this and to let him play with you as much as he wanted as long as he made his cock bigger inside you.

He wasn’t really expecting to hear such dirty words from your taintless lips. And when you’re begging him like that, of course, he couldn’t say no to his precious muse.

After a few minutes, you lowered yourself even more, slowly burying his whole cock in your small body. You were twitching madly, nails digging into his skin as you gasped and panted heavily and you felt the room turned hotter than ever.

A moan escaped from your lips when Venti lifted you up and slammed you back down. A sharp cry came from you and you bit on his shoulder harshly, whimpering at the pain and pleasure that was filling up your walls.

It hasn’t even started yet and you’re already close to coming. Your breathing was ragged and uneven. Venti kept himself still in his seat, enduring to keep his hips in place. It was tempting to thrust his hips against you but you were still adjusting to his size. His slender fingers were raking through your hair whilst he patiently waits for you if you’re ready.

You shakily wrapped your arms around his neck and sniffled your cries. If he knows you’re in pain, he’ll immediately end this and that’s the last thing you wanted. Unfortunately due to his sharp ears, he noticed your discomfort and lifted your chin up to look at him in the eyes.

Hot tears are streaming down your face and his face turned into a frown.

“[Name], we can end this if you want to. You don’t have to force yourself.”

Hastily shaking your head, you rest your palms on his cheeks and looked at him in the eyes in an attempt to convince him through your wet perception. “N-no, I… I can do this. Just— just let me adjust first.”

It’s not that he doesn’t want this, he also wanted to do this with you but he’s scared of hurting you. He hopes you understand he’s worried about you and cares for you very much. He prioritizes you the most because he loves you.

You noticed his hesitant look and you tilted your head and leaned forward until your lips were connected with his. It brought him out from his train of thoughts and silently watched your peaceful face through a half-lidded gaze.

He angled back your head across his arm and kissed you, tenderly at first, before he gradually intensified the kiss that made you cling to him in your dizzy swaying world. His pleading mouth was parting your shaking lips. It sent wild shivers along your nerves, inducing you from sensations you had never known you were capable of feeling.

He didn’t realize you were already bouncing on his cock, rising and falling of your body until his length was fully sheathed inside of you. He held your hips— never breaking the kiss— and guided you so he can bury himself deeply inside your clenching walls.

He drank in your moans as he started to fuck you with shallow thrusts. Seeing you obscenely stretched on his big shaft was maddening. He wanted to bury himself fully in you.

You break the kiss and hide your warm face between his neck and shoulder. You could only think of his dick and how big it was in your small pussy. Your moans resounded inside the room and it was so beautiful for Venti to listen to. You were moaning for him, for his cock and it brought a smirk to appear on his face.

You threw your head back and tightly clung to him when he thrust himself towards you once more. Drool began to slip from the corner of your lips and your mind was clouded with lust, intoxicated by the feeling of his shaft pounding your tight walls.

Just the thought of it already made you shiver in happiness, relishing in his big size, wishing for him to cum inside you.

“Ahng~! Venti~!! I-I love you, hng~!”

Archons, your moans— so fucking delicious and beautiful. He wanted to listen to you moan his name again.

“Say my name once more.”

“Venti, Venti, Venti, Venti~!! Hm~!! F-faster, your cock— it’s… it’s so good! Hng~”

His momentum turned faster and harsher, shoving his big dick until it’s pressed to your womb.

“Scream my name. I want to be fully in you. I want to shoot deep inside you, princess. I want you to take all of me.″

His dirty talking worked on you just the way how you clenched on his shaft. You shut your eyes tightly and wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together so he can bury himself even deeper. He was relentlessly fucking your pussy with his cock and soon his index finger joined them and he was fucking you properly, turning you into moaning and panting mess.

You were so stretched and he didn’t hesitate to add another finger in to add more stimulation and to further help you reach your climax. You threw your head and moaned his name with your back arching. Venti buried his face between your breasts, drinking in your moans and feeling your burning skin against his face as you held on to his neck to prevent yourself from falling as you cum on his dick.

He couldn’t stop himself from moving in you and he saw his shaft jerk in your belly. The feeling of emptying his cock in you made his orgasm stronger and longer.

It’s so fucking good and heavenly to release his hot seeds inside you. He groaned and put his hands on the bulge and stroked his cockhead through your thin skin. Maybe that was all you needed. It was fantastic to feel you come around his sensitive cock and fingers.

He didn’t want to pull out yet. Venti watched you pant heavily who was still recovering from the intense orgasm. You opened your eyes when you felt his warm hand touched your cheek and stroke it lovingly. A gentle smile donned your face, then you leaned closer and pulled him to you for a kiss.

It’s what he always wanted. After both of you reach your climax, he wants to kiss you. That goes the same for you. It’s a sweet and short gesture after heated sex. Your lover was the first one to break the kiss and he placed his temple against yours, looking deeply into your still clouded and dazed eyes.

He nuzzled your noses together and gave you another quick peck on the lips.

“Was I able to grant your wish?”

You bobbed your head and enveloped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your chest so you can brush his dark hair. He nestled his face and let himself enjoy the suppleness of your breasts.

If he were to lick your nipples and suck on them, it means he wants another session with you.

[officerjennie]

Title: As the Clouds Whisp Overhead

Summary: Jaskier gets off on Geralt's soft thighs and tummy. Literally. Geralt relaxes back and lets him, enjoying the show. Weight gain spoken of positively. Pairing: Geraskier. WC: 3.5K+

CW: smut, brief mention of weight loss due to difficult times (past)

It had been a rather easy spring, all things considered.

Geralt lazed in the field, not really watching the clouds that drifted overhead, his eyes closed and breaths deepening into an almost meditative state. The smell of wine and cheese was almost drowned out by the wildflowers about them but it was still there, as was the scent of apples, salt, the road, and the lingering oils that Jaskier had insisted on wearing ever since he’d discovered Geralt’s nose was sensitive to the others that he used to reek of.

Said bard was currently shuffling their lunch about, putting most of it away for later, humming one of his newest tunes as he folded back up the blanket he’d apparently bought for just this occasion. Though they’d eaten plenty of meals without it or the basket he’d purchased at the market as well, Jaskier had insisted that a picnic was a special affair and deserved the right accessories to make it just right.

Geralt had just let him do as he wished, not worried about his friend’s coin purse - and not worried about his own, for once. Usually the end of winter spelled a time of heavy work for him but he’d lucked out on a couple of easy and well paying jobs right off the bat - so he thought a bit of down time wouldn’t be the end of the world for them.

The song on Jaskier’s lips was one he hadn’t quite finished yet. Geralt had already heard several different renditions of the first verse alone, lyrics tweaked here and there, the exact lilt of his voice changing back and forth as he tried to settle on what he believed would sound the best. And despite his occasional grumbling over the repetition it was a rather relaxing tune, one he didn’t mind listening to.

Beyond that, there was a sort of...intimacy that came with being trusted with Jaskier’s unfinished works. The knowledge that Jaskier wasn’t always his best around him, was able to fuck around with a song and riddle the air with curses of “bollocks” and “cock” while he tried and failed and tried again to make it just right. That Geralt could see him like this and not the perfected performance that he was to the rest of the world, the mask that was firmly in place right up until the moment he didn’t want it to be.

And that moment just so happened to frequently involve witchers, whether directly or indirectly. How many times had he gone feral on someone for just saying the wrong thing about one of Geralt’s colleagues? Just early that spring he’d jumped someone for spitting on the ground over Lambert’s name, and Jaskier hadn’t even met him yet.

Something like pride welled up in his chest at the thought, though it was a quiet thing. Jaskier should be more careful, he shouldn’t be fighting their fights - but it meant the world to him all the same that he wanted to. Especially for his brothers.

“You know, I’ve never been one for cheese and crackers as anything more than a snack, but that was simply delightful.” Jaskier’s voice came closer as he talked, and the flowers and grass were disturbed next to him as the bard flopped over at his side, quickly snuggling in when Geralt moved his arm to make room for him. “We’ll have to go back and ask again what the name of that cheese was. Never have I ever given so much thought to pairing and wines and all that stuff - my youngest sister was always more interested in that sort of thing, and really if I heard her say one more time that my palette wasn’t refined enough I might have had to hide frogs in her bed again.”

Jaskier settled in nicely at his side, slotting in like they were made for each other, fit perfectly together. He chattered away and Geralt mostly tuned him out, something Jaskier loved to fake hurt over though they both knew it was just that: fake. Over the years Geralt had perfected hearing what he needed to hear and simply listened to the tune of Jaskier’s voice, the song of his highs and lows, his sighs and breaths and every heartbeat becoming the song that was his bard.

Meditation came easier around Jaskier than it did anyone else. Even around his own family it was a struggle. Lambert was a little shit at the best of times and Eskel simply existed larger than he wanted to, and Geralt was always tuned into his brothers, paying attention to them because he knew just how limited theri time was together. But with Jaskier, he could rest, relax, simply let himself be like he’d never experienced with anyone else.

His arm rested at Jaskier’s back, hand loose on his side, barely hanging on and feeling his bard breath in and out as he spoke. Jaskier’s fingers tapped a rhythm where they were rested on his chest, though eventually they moved, sliding down to rest against his stomach and making Geralt hmm at the pleasant warmth they brought.

They’d stripped earlier to bathe in the nearby river and had mostly dressed, though Jaskier had forwent his doublet as Geralt had his armor. It was nice, being out in the wild, away from the faux sense of safety that inn rooms allowed them and yet still able to be this content without his armor on. Just their loose clothing, not enough to be considered decent in any sort of societal setting, simply existing and being and just…

Geralt was content, and he didn’t consider that a bad thing. Not in the slightest.

A breeze rustled the field about them, loose silver hair tickling his face though Geralt didn’t have the bother in him to brush it out of the way or tuck it behind his ear. The air smelled nice for once, no clogging dust on the wind, no rotting anything nearby nor farms to make his nose want to clog itself. Since the summer was still a ways off the sun wasn’t too harsh on his skin, his chemise enough to keep any possible chill away though it was warm enough in this part of the country, everything pleasant and not too much.

There was also a lovely set of fingers that had wormed their way under his chemise. Jaskier hadn’t bothered to push it up, had just scooted his hand underneath, and with very gentle circles had begun to rub patterns into the soft flesh there. It was enough to make Geralt melt beneath him, a soft hmm on his lips accompanied by a sigh as he felt his every muscle relax at the touch. The winter had been extra good to him, Eskel having returned with more coin than expected from his path which had meant more meat for their stews, and the lot of them had eaten extra well.

Jaskier had never shied away from letting him know exactly how much he appreciated it when he ate well. There had been a few times on their own path that food had been scarce, and despite witchers having an accelerated metabolism Geralt had always done his best to see after his bard first and foremost - so when times were tough his body showed it, and Jaskier had played his fingers raw when he saw the worst of it just to make sure the both of them could eat their fill.

But there had been no such worries or struggles yet this year, what with the good winter and the well paying contracts that had followed. Geralt’s stomach was full and soft, protecting the muscles and other important organs underneath, and the rest of him was showing the spoiling as well. His thighs had grown softer, somewhat straining against the material of his pants but it wasn’t quite uncomfortable yet - he knew well enough to keep his clothes somewhat baggy, to make room for the waxing and waning that came with the path. His chest, too, had grown softer, encouraging Jaskier to nuzzle into it at any given opportunity.

Those calloused fingers found some of the scars that ran across his belly, caressing them gently. Some stretch marks veined their way across his skin as well, hidden at the moment by his chemise but Jaskier felt his way across them all the same, giving off a gentle sigh as he snuggled in closer and traced his love wherever he could reach.

Geralt could not have thought of a more peaceful way to spend the afternoon. The clouds blurred as his eyes slid closed at the tender affection, his breaths deepening. Deep breaths in through his nose, smelling the wildflowers. A rabbit was nearby, chomping as quietly as it could on some grass, its hops barely whispers as it braved further away from its burrow. Geralt could hear the gentle chuffing of its babies hidden away, the call of a hawk overhead that sent the rabbit scurrying. The scent of budding trees, of a little mouse that had found some seeds to munch. The scent of his bard, his oils and shampoo and the hint of river on the both of them, and the growing scent of-

A snort brought them both a bit out of the peace, and Geralt cracked his eyes just enough to smirk down at the startled confusion growing on his bard’s face.

“Really?”

Those pretty pink lips pouted up at him as if Jaskier wasn’t fully aware of what was growing in his pants. Geralt made a show of raising one of his eyebrows, raking his gaze down, down his bard, straight to stare at his crotch just long enough to get his point across before flicking his eyes right back up.

It took a few seconds for his bard to catch up, Geralt watching the thoughts clear as day on Jaskier’s face, until red spread pretty across his cheeks and darkened the speckle of freckles there. Jaskier sputtered a bit and Geralt had to bite back a wider grin, starts to words that had no finish dropping between them before Jaskier cut himself off with a whine, ducking in to nuzzle into his chest and push the rest of his body closer.

“That’s not fair, Geralt - what, can you, I don’t know, smell it or something?”

Geralt didn’t respond to that, just reached up to tug a stray curl back behind Jaskier’s ear. His bard peeked up at him with another adorable pout jutting out his lower lip, his nose scrunched up as he waited for his ‘ridiculous suggestion’ to be shot down.

But it wasn’t shot down. And Jaskier frowned, and then he squeaked, climbing on top of Geralt to straddle him and poke a very firm finger straight into the chest he’d just been nuzzling.

“You and your- your entirely unfair witcher ways! Are you telling me you could tell all this time? Every time?” Geralt didn’t stop his grin this time and the indignation just grew, hand gestures growing wider. “That is- Geralt, how am I suppose to walk through life knowing you can smell my erection? How am I ever supposed to get up of a morning knowing my every waking naughty thought will be given away? Which yes is entirely too often but you’re entirely not fair, have you looked in a mirror in the past decade? Cruelty, unfair, entirely too sexy for your own good, for anyone’s own good-”

Jaskier went on like that, ranting like only he could, while Geralt eventually tuned his words out just to listen to the lilt of his voice. And the bard made a rather pretty picture himself, straddling him like that. His chemise was loose, showing off curls of dark hair that Geralt could run his fingers through for an eternity and never be bored of it. Broad tanned shoulders, a soft stomach barely hidden underneath his clothes, his pants a wonderful shade of green that fit in with the waking world around them.

A very pretty picture, but a noisy one at the moment. Geralt sighed but Jaskier went on, wildly flourishing his hands as if it was the end of the world that Geralt could smell his arousal. An arousal that had notably not died down, still pressing against the fabric of his pants, catching Geralt’s eyes and making him tilt his head in that way that Jaskier insisted was ‘adorable’ - though Geralt didn’t think he was capable of such a thing.

His thigh twitched with a rather mischievous thought, and as Geralt’s gaze traveled back up to Jaskier’s face, cheeks still stained pink from his rather unnecessary embarrassment, he thought there perhaps that voice would do better singing for him than ranting about his dramatics.

He’d been called an asshole before, and Geralt had never disagreed with the label. But he was lucky enough that Jaskier for the most part never minded - and he greatly doubted Jaskier would mind his next movement.

As Jaskier waved one of his delicate looking wrists in the air, dandelion seeds drifting on the wind about them, Geralt shifted beneath him until he had room to lift up one of his thighs. Before Jaskier could catch his movement it pressed up into him, cutting his bard off with a gasp, his eyes fluttering as Geralt’s smile showed teeth.

“That’s-” Jaskier pressed right down onto his thigh, his hands coming down to support him, and he didn’t waste any time in making it more enjoyable for himself. Shifting down, one hand placed on Geralt’s chest to support him, Jaskier straddled his thigh and slowly ground down onto it. A pretty moan escaped his lips and his tongue darted out as if to catch it.

It was a lovely show, watching as Jaskier pressed down onto him, sought out his own pleasure by rubbing against his thick thigh. Geralt pillowed his head on his arms and just watched, not moving his leg, letting Jaskier set his own pace and feeling pride bubble up in his chest at how pretty he sung for him. On a particularly rough grind Jaskier whimpered and rutted against him faster, making Geralt’s own cock twitch - but he wasn’t really in the mood for pleasure, so he ignored it in favor of the show.

Though he made for a beautiful picture, back lit by the sun and clouds, a pretty blue above that couldn’t quite beat the beautiful blue of his eyes, Jaskier wasn’t purposely looking good for a show. He didn’t touch his own skin like he did when he rode Geralt, didn’t skim his hands down his chest and stomach to show it off. Didn’t bite his lip or run and tangle his fingers into his curls. The emotions that crossed his face were not stressed or controlled, his noises slipped out without thought, his body moving without any purpose beyond pleasuring himself - and it made it a moment Geralt wanted to sear into his memory forever. That Jaskier could let go like this for him. That he trusted that Geralt didn’t mind, trusted that Geralt did not judge him for his desires. How human Jaskier allowed himself to be, imperfect and all the more beautiful for it.

“Fuck,” Jaskier cursed on an exhale, his movements already shaking, his cock dripping enough precum that it soaked into the front of his pants. Geralt could almost feel it wetting his own. “Geralt I- fuck you’re gorgeous, so gorgeous, I want to-” his hips stuttered, breath catching on a moan, brown curls caught on the wind and dancing. “Can- can I get off on your stomach? Gods it’d be so soft, feel so good, I- fuck.”

That was something he’d never requested before. Geralt quirked an eyebrow, belying another twitch of his own cock, but he grunted out “If you must.” And he had to bite back a chuckle at how quickly Jaskier’s fingers went for the ties of his pants.

Jaskier’s cock was leaking profusely though that wasn’t anything he didn’t already know. It looked like it was aching from it, hard and red and angry when he fished it out of his pants and smalls, and Jaskier whined as he couldn’t help but stroke himself a few times. His hips bucked with it, a greedy and wanting noise slipping from between his wet lips - but then he was slipping down Geralt’s leg to straddle his hips, and his cock was pushed against the soft skin of his stomach.

It didn’t slide against him very easily. The precum leaking from the tip helped, but Jaskier didn’t seem to care, holding onto his cock and gently rubbing it against him, jaw wide and loose like it was the single most pleasurable act Jaskier had ever experienced. Geralt cocked his head and tore his gaze away from Jaskier to watch his cock rub circles on him, precum dribbling faster and catching in the hair that curled white all over his abdomen.

Honestly, Geralt didn’t quite understand it. Wasn’t entirely sure what had Jaskier’s breath coming so fast, his heart beating so quick at rubbing against his soft stomach. But he didn’t really care. Jaskier’s hips jerked and he fought to keep himself reigned in, to keep his movements steady and slow, and Geralt just watched him and let him. Let him take this pleasure, smelling the arousal coming off of him in waves, listening to the rhythm of his breaths and body and heart. And Geralt memorized every little detail, from the flutter of his long eyelashes to the way his fingers dug into Geralt’s side, nails just at the edge of biting him.

Jaskier whimpered, long and shaking, when he came. It was desperate, his face scrunching up, eyes shut tight as if he was grasping onto the pleasure with all of his might. Geralt reached out to take hold of one of his hands, letting Jaskier clench his fingers as hard as he needed, bringing them up to brush his lips against the knuckles as Jaskier spilled all over his stomach.

His bard almost collapsed onto him, but Geralt moved him before that could happen, bringing him down with a shush at his further whimpers and letting him rest once more in the crook of his arm. And Jaskier came down slow, heartbeat eventually matching the rhythm of his deepening breaths, eyes still scrunched up tight as if he didn’t want to let go of what he’d been feeling.

When Geralt ran his fingers through his curls, they were damp with sweat. He hummed, not minding, just holding him close as he melted against him.

Eventually, Jaskier stretched, letting his arm flop against Geralt’s chest and legs tangle with his once more. He almost made an effort to open his eyes. Almost. Instead he frowned lightly, nuzzling into Geralt and as he moved impossibly closer.

“Want me to return the favor, love?” His words were light things that could have been carried off by the wind if Geralt’s hearing had been even slightly worse.

In truth, Geralt was turned on. How could he not be when Jaskier had ridden his thigh and stomach so beautifully? But he thought it over for a minute, the cool breeze tickling his face with a few stray white hairs, the scent of wildflowers coming back to him as the one of arousal dissipated.

“No,” he said finally, pulling Jaskier closer to kiss the top of his head. Despite the interest his body had shown he found he wasn’t in the mood himself, content enough to let Jaskier have his pleasure and leave it at that.

Jaskier just hummed, not questioning him further, and a small smile tugged at Geralt’s lips knowing there would be no hurt feelings over it. His bard’s fingers eventually went back to lazily tracing patterns into his skin, though he made a bit of a yucky face when they found the sticky mess he’d left of Geralt’s stomach hairs. Still they were both far too content to clean up just yet, not even wasting the energy to tuck Jaskier’s softening cock back away in his pants as they laid there, relaxed, enjoying the non-harsh sun and the clouds that lazed across the sky overhead.

“Coin for your thoughts?” Jaskier whispered into his chest after a time, and Geralt grunted, not even opening his eyes to look down as he responded.

“A bigger food budget.”

A moment later, and Jaskier’s laugh filled the field around them, sharp and uncontained, a laugh that was so far away from the performance he played that it drew a chuckle out of Geralt as well. That they could be themselves around each other, that they could be so carefree and human, was the most joyous thing Geralt had ever found in his long, long life - and that they’d discovered a new way to have fun was exciting, and Geralt was certainly going to take advantage of this new discovery. How could he not, when his reward was a well-pleased bard melting in his arms.

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When the Chips are Down

part 14

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Happy Mother’s Day, my darlings!--- Chaotic puff

It had been an incredibly bad day for Namjoon. Taehyung had been stabbed. Iyla had run away, and he had an increasingly irritable, very pregnant wife at home that was going to crucify him if anything happened to her little sister. Taehyung would be fine, and Iyla would be apprehended and brought back home, but neither of those things were going to mollify his wife. Y/N was nothing if not protective when it came to her little sister. 

All in all, he was very close to snapping and shooting someone out of sheer spite when his phone rang again, the caller ID informing him it was Jungkook. His blood ran cold. Jungkook was the one keeping an eye on Y/N, and he knew better than to call when Namjoon was busy with something as important as this unless it was something of equal or greater importance. 

“What happened?” he demanded, answering his phone earning himself a concerned look from Hoseok. There was a jumbled and panicked stream of words from Jungkook, but Namjoon picked out the important bits, Y/N and baby. Y/N was having the baby. “I’ll be right there.” he promised, cursing under his breath. “Call Jin and have him get everything together. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked, eyeing the other man warily. It was unusual to see Namjoon looking so shocked. 

“Y/N’s in labor.” 

---

Jungkook was in a frenzy. He knew nothing about babies let alone birthing babies, and seeing Y/N in pain was making him nauseous. Luckily, Miss In and the maids seemed to know exactly what to do. They’d lept into action as soon as he’d told them what was happening. Miss In made a phone call to Jin who apparently would assemble the medical staff, and the maid, Miran or at least that’s what he thought Y/N had called her, ushered both him and Y/N to the back of the house where a birthing suite had been prepared for just this occasion.

He’d been swiftly kicked out of the room so that Miran could get Y/N into the delivery gown which gave him time to call his hyung and tell him what was happening. Namjoon had already had a stressful day, but there was no way he would want to be away from Y/N while she was in labor. 

“It’s going to be okay, noona.” he smiled shakily, watching her pace back and forth with her hands braced against her lower back. “Hyung is going to be home soon.” 

“Did they find Iyla?” she asked, looking at him briefly as she turned in her pacing. 

The younger man flushed knowing full well he didn’t have an answer for her let alone the answer she wanted. “I don’t know.” 

“I’m going to kill him.” she hissed bracing herself against the bed as she was hit with a contraction. 

“He’ll be here soon.” 

“I’m going to kill him.” she repeated with a groan as she began pacing again. 

Jungkook smiled. At least her fighting spirit was still burning brightly, and soon enough he’d have a little niece to play with, one who was hopefully less grumpy than Yoongi’s baby. Yoonho tended to get fussy when anyone other than his parents held him which was a huge deterrent when trying to be an uncle especially to a bunch of men who didn’t have a whole lot of experience with kids. But if this little girl was anything like her mother, they were going to get along famously. 

“Do you know what you’re going to call her?” he asked as she turned to cross the room again. 

“I have a few ideas, but I’m waiting to see her before I pick one.” she smiled softly. “I could take one look at her and decide I don’t like any of the names I picked out.” 

“I’m going to be her favorite uncle!” 

“Probably.” she nodded. There were five other options, but Jungkook was like her little brother. It felt natural to think of Jungkook being the favorite uncle. “Just don’t get her into too much trouble okay?” 

“No promises.” his nose scrunched up in a mischievous grin just as Namjoon came barreling into the room looking every bit the frazzled father to be. 

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Namjoon had never been more exhausted or excited in his life. It had already been a long stressful day between Taehyung’s stabbing and Iyla’s attempt to escape, but their baby was finally on the way. But even with all the excitement, there was lingering worry as well. Even with all the medical personnel wandering about and Jin’s reassurances that everything was fine, he couldn’t stop the panic that shot through him every time Y/N hissed in pain. Logically, he knew that child birth was painful, but he hated to see her in pain, and it only seemed to get worse the longer her labor progressed.

It had been a long labor, nearly twenty hours and still going. Jin assured him that since it was her first time, a prolonged labor wasn’t unusual, but that didn’t make it any less worrying. Ever since he’d brought her home, she’d shied away from his touch as much as possible, but twenty hours in and she was exhausted and slumped against his chest, her hair mussed and a little sweaty.

“How many centimeters?” She whimpered looking up at him pleadingly.

“Still five, jagiya.” He whispered pressing a kiss to her forehead and bracing them both as she was hit with another contraction. They weren’t regular yet, and the nurses said they weren’t very strong yet either, but to Y/N and Namjoon they seemed horrible. He was sure that both of his hands were going to be bruised by the end of this, but his pain was nothing compared to hers.

He had thought that the baby would be here by now, but she’d progressed slowly and had been stalled at five centimeters for what seemed like ages.

“It can’t still be five.” She groaned leaning further back into his chest. “It was five an hour ago, and the hour before that.”

“I know, jagi. I’m sorry. Just a little longer.” He promised shifting them back so that they were a little more reclined on the hospital bed. “Try to get some rest, jagi.”

“This is your fault.” She hissed.

“I know, jagi.” He cooed soothingly. This wasn’t the first time she’d said it. “Get some rest.”

“I can’t.” She groaned, burying her face into his shoulder.

“I know you’re not feeling great now, but just think, we’ll have our baby soon.”

She groaned again, rubbing a hand across her belly. “No. She’s never coming out. She hates me.”

“Our baby doesn’t hate you.” He chuckled, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “She’s just taking her time.”

“Tell her to hurry up.” She grumbled shifting again as she couldn’t get comfortable.

“I’ll try.”

Rest had been a rarity throughout the ordeal. Y/N was in constant discomfort, and Namjoon was at a loss of how to help.

Namjoon didn’t move an inch until Y/N had drifted into a fitful slumber. He eased her back onto the pillows and got up to stretch and to get himself some coffee. This was going to go on for a while yet if her earlier progress was anything to go by.

“Jin,” He sighed walking over to where his friend was also grabbing some caffeine. “Is it supposed to take this long?”

“She’s stalled. First time labor can take a while, but it’s going to be a long one even for a first time mother.” He sighed giving his friend a tired smile. “I should have known your kid would be difficult.” Jin teased lightly bumping Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Is there anything we can do?”

“Not for the moment.” Jin shook his head tiredly. “She and the baby are fine, just tired, and she’s still in latent labor. The best we can do is keep her comfortable and hope things get moving soon. If she or the baby is in distress, we’ll intervene. Is she sleeping?”

“For now.” Namjoon sighed flopping down into a chair exhausted. It had been a long day.

“You should get some rest too.” Namjoon was going to argue, but Jin cut him off. “You’re no good to her if you’re dead on your feet. I’ll have them set up a cot for you in her room.” Jin cut him off again as he was about to open his mouth. “Don’t you dare interrupt her rest. She needs every minute she can get. You’ll take the cot.”

“But…”

“She’ll be three feet away. Take the cot, or I’ll send you up to your room.” he threatened.

Y/N had never been more exhausted in her entire life. She was tired. She was cranky, and she didn’t have the one person she actually wanted with her. It didn’t help that the labor seemed to stretch on for eons. The gynecologist, a kind if not stern woman that she wanted nothing more than to rip the throat out of, assured her that things would start moving again soon, but she said that every time she came to check in. The labor and delivery nurses that had been summoned were far more honest. They explained that first time moms could be in labor for sixteen to twenty hours, but it had been twenty hours, and she still wasn’t even close to having her baby in her arms.

The epidural helped, but contractions still hurt. Everything ached really, and she had to grudgingly admit that even if he wasn’t who she wanted with her, Namjoon was a fairly good birth partner. He put up with her whining and crushing his hands. He fetched ice chips and rubbed her shoulders. Namjoon had held her hand and kept her calm when they’d given her the partial epidural. She was fine with needles usually, but there was something about a needle that large being inserted into her spine that made her extremely nervous.

Miss In had been more than ready to usher her away to a birth suite that had been prepared in the depths of the mansion that she hadn’t even known about. Namjoon had been summoned home in a panic and immediately brought to her side in the suite. It had to be the nicest hospital type room she had ever been in, and she had been studying to be a nurse before Namjoon had thrown her life off course. She did clinicals though, and they never brought her to the VIP wing of the hospital. The hospital she did clinicals at wasn’t even fancy enough to have a VIP wing.

Namjoon’s position had its advantages. It was nice to have such a comfortable room when she was in so much discomfort. There were even real pillows instead of the thin pathetic ones that normally occupied hospital rooms, and normal pillows were so much more comfortable. Even the hospital gown she’d been forced into was more comfortable than the normal ones. It was made of a soft material that didn’t irritate her skin and allowed her to keep her modesty even though there were monitors hooked up to her belly. Every comfort was appreciated when labor stretched on so long.

It took another thirteen horrible hours for Y/N to be fully dilated, and as much as both she and Namjoon hoped that it would all be over after thirty-three hours of labor, but their baby was a stubborn one who was refusing to drop so that Y/N could finally start pushing. If Namjoon had thought the last thirty-three hours were bad, he had another thing coming.

By the time the baby was crowning, another three long painful hours had passed, and both parents were exhausted.

There had been screaming, crying, cursing. Y/N had threatened his life at more than one point. He couldn’t blame her for that after the labor she’d been through. No one could blame her.

“You have to push, jagi.” Namjoon encouraged holding his poor exhausted wife up as the doctors waited for the next contraction to come.

“I want Mark.” she sobbed, exhausted and sweaty against his chest. 

“I know, jagi.” he whispered, soothingly even though the words cut him like a knife. 

“Where is he?” she whimpered. “He promised.”

He hated seeing her in so much distress, and he knew he couldn’t blame her for anything she said right now. She was in so much pain and exhausted, but he hated hearing her call out for another man. He hated it with every fiber of his being.  

“You’re alright, jagi. I’m right here.” he winced slightly as she squeezed his hands. “You’re doing so well.”

“I’m so tired.” She slurred, her head lolled back against his shoulder.

“I know, jagi, but the baby’s almost here.” He cooed feeling her tense up again as the next contraction hit.

Namjoon did his part keeping her braced as she did the real work hunching forward with a scream as the next contraction ripped through her. There was nothing else he could do for her at the moment.

“And we have the head.” The OB, Dr. Yang if Namjoon remembered correctly but there were a lot of doctors milling around, announced cheerily seemingly unaffected by his wife’s pain.

“Almost done.” He hushed as Y/N flopped back against him again. “Just a little more.” He promised even though he didn’t know if he should be relieved or worried that she was no longer screaming profanities at him. There had been a solid two hours of that once the contractions had gotten bad. Even with the partial epidural, she’d been in a great amount of pain.

A few more pushes and their baby was born. A strong little warbling cry filled the room much to the relief of both parents.

“Congratulations!” The doctor beamed showing them the red scrunched up face of their baby. “You have a healthy little girl.”

“She’s beautiful.” She sighed smiling through her exhaustion as she stared at the face of her little girl.

“What should we call her?” Namjoon asked, running a gentle hand up and down her arms.

“Nara. Her name is Nara.” Y/N smiled tiredly.

“We need to check her over, and we still have the placenta to deliver. We’ll bring her right back though. Okay, mom?” The doctor smiled, looking incredibly relieved that the ordeal that had been this delivery was almost over. 

Y/N whined reaching out shakily for the baby as she was whisked away from her, but one of the nurses urged her to stay in bed. Even Namjoon knew she was too weak to get up quite yet. She looked like she was going to pass out from exhaustion at any moment. 

“Don’t worry, jagi.” Namjoon shushed, gently shifting out from behind her settling her gently against the pillows. “I’ll go with her. I’ll make sure she’s alright.”

Namjoon was more than a little curious to take a better look at his daughter. He had hoped for a boy, an heir, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be disappointed. He had a little princess. After thirty-seven hours of waiting, he had Nara. His Nara.

The doctor checked her over and cleaned her up before handing him the little girl. He was amazed as he stared down at her. She stared up at him with dark eyes, and the tiniest bit of hair stuck out from under the little hat the doctor had put her in, and she was the most perfect thing that Namjoon had ever seen, tiny and perfect and his. Namjoon was half convinced that he was going to break her if he moved to quickly or shifted the wrong way, but there was something indescribable about having this tiny perfect being in his arms and knowing she was his that he had helped make her even if it came with the crippling fear of dropping her.

Namjoon knew immediately that he would do anything for her. She’d have nothing but the best, and nothing would ever harm her. She’d be the most spoiled little girl there ever was just as it should be for his little princess.

“Y/N?” He heard Jin’s panicked voice from across the room. “Y/N!”

Namjoon immediately whipped around searching for Y/N among the doctors and nurses that were now buzzing around her bed.

“Jagi?” He asked, approaching her bed and seeing a concerning amount of red on the sheets before Jin ushered him away. “Y/N?” He called again more frantically as he struggled as much as he could against Jin while he had Nara in his arms. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong with her?” he demanded as Jin pushed him further back.

“She’s bleeding... a lot.” Jin explained in a rush. “She tore, and it looks like she might be hemorrhaging.”

“Hemorrhaging?” Namjoon panicked once more trying to move forward to get back to her side.  

“We’re going to do all we can, but we can’t work with you hovering over us. Besides, you have the baby to think of.”

“But…”

“I will tell you as soon as I have something to tell you, but you need to let us work.” Jin urged casting a concerned glance back at the bed.  “Take Nara outside. I’ll tell you more when I know more.”

“Jin...”

“We’re prepared. We have blood ready to transfuse, and the equipment we need. If things get bad we’ll move her to the clinic.” he promised.

“She can’t die, hyung. I just got her back.” Namjoon growled, staring at the doctors buzzing around her. “She can’t. I need her. The baby needs her.”

“She won’t.” Jin assured even though there was a grim set to his mouth that told Namjoon that the situation wasn’t good despite his assurances.

“I can’t… I can’t lose her.”

“Go. Take care of your daughter. We’ll take care of Y/N.” Jin pushed him out the door only for them both to freeze as the sound of one long drawn out ‘beeeeeep’ filled the room. 

part 15

[trashytummiez]

Harley’s cooking may be overboard to poor Ivy but to Ivy, she wouldn’t said no to Harley’s cooking

"Whadduya think Red?" Harley Quinn eagerly asked Poison Ivy who was in the middle of eating some very heavy pasta she had just finished cooking.

Ivy didn't know what to expect since Harley had never actually cooked for the two of them before. But to her shock not only was Harley's cooking good but it was downright irresistible. It was legitimately hard for Ivy to put the fork down once she'd gotten started eating. After her plate was finished Ivy huffed and wiped her mouth clean. "Dude. Harl! You know I'm not the type to blow smoke up your ass unless we're talking poetry slams."

"Which ya said I was really good at."

"Right. Well this is legitimately some restaurant quality cooking."

Harley's eyes lit up when she heard that and she squealed like the biggest fan girl meeting her biggest celebrity crush in real life. She rushed into the kitchen and much to Ivy's surprise reveals she had cooked a hell of a lot more than a few plates. Harley returns with a giant pot of pasta that leaves Ivy's eyes widened in shock.

"...Holy shit," she utters. "I don't even own any industrial-sized pots."

"I found it the other day!" Harley merrily exclaimed then loaded Ivy's plate with more pasta. "An' now that I know ya love my cookin' so much it's a good thing I did!"

Poison Ivy looked on back at Harley and the huge pot filled to the brim with pasta. But upon seeing that proud happy smile on her girlfriends face Ivy sighed to herself and resumed eating.

She got a little into it again once she started eating some more because the stuff really did taste excellent. But pasta wasn't light. One full plate alone had already left Ivy feeling comfortably full. Barely into her second plate the "comfortable" part had been thrown out the window to just a blunt fullness in her stomach.

Poison Ivy's tummy just felt heavy the more she ate but she soldiered on anyway because not only did the pasta taste good but she simply couldn't deny Harley when she looked so eager.

But it wasn't getting easier.

Ivy continued forcing herself to eat with every time she finished a plate having more pasta just merrily dumped on top of it courtesy of Harley Quinn. And Ivy could eat but she certainly didn't have quite as intense an appetite as Harley did. She wasn't used to eating quite as much quite as frequently.

Still despite the increasing weight she felt in her expanding tummy Ivy continued stuffing more and more pasta down her throat.

In doing so her slim lean tummy began to expand out and tighten around her now ill-fitting leather jacket. And the more Ivy continued to eat the more bloated she became. It felt like there was a big solid rock sitting in her stomach and only getting bigger and heavier the more she continued eating Harley's pasta.

A couple more plates in and Ivy stopped to rub her belly with one hand and moan in discomfort. It felt so tight against her jacket which was stretched out to the point where it barely fit her tummy anymore.

"Unf...oh man..." Poison Ivy muttered in groggy fashion. Then she brought a fist to her lips and released a big closed mouth burp that puffed her cheeks a little and left her huffing the gas out to the side.

"Cmon Red don't quit on me now! We're only halfway in!" Harley eagerly exclaimed and dumped more pasta onto Ivy's plate.

"Unnngh Harl. Don't you think maybe you oughta help yourself to this? You...nrmf...did a great job after all."

"Naw I made this all fer you silly!"

Poison Ivy blinked slowly.

"...You shouldn't have."

But she did and because of that Poison Ivy continued on despite noisy gurgly protests from her stuffed tummy.

She continued stuffing more of Harley's pasta down her throat but taking longer to actually chew and gulp each mouthful down. The fact is Poison Ivy was immensely full at this point and continuing to eat only earned her more gurgling ire from her increasingly stuffed belly. It grew so big that Ivy's jacket was actually riding up and revealing the bottom of Ivy's green bloated tummy.

So after getting a few plates in Ivy groaned miserably and decided to make it a little easier by unbuttoning her tight green pants. Once that was done she unzipped her jacket and instantaneously her belly spilled out with a hefty slosh and almost making Poison Ivy look pregnant. The movement upset the pressure in Ivy's belly and forced her to let out a burp so big that Killer Croc would've been green(er) with envy.

BUUUUUUUUURRRRRREEEEEEEEEYYYIIIIIHP!!!!!

Harley whistled with a slight blush on her cheeks. "Damn! Nice one Red!"

Poison Ivy groaned and slumped in her chair relieved from both getting that burp out and having nothing restraining her heavy rounded belly. She placed both hands atop her big green tummy and ran them up and down with a weary moan.

"Unnnngh...I'm so full..." Ivy moaned. She paused in the middle of her rubbing to release another closed mouth burp that rumbled deeply in her cheeks for a few seconds.

"Almost done!" Harley exclaimed and filled Poison Ivy's plate up with even more pasta.

Ivy looked like her face grew a shade greener.

Her belly groaned a sick acidic gurgle of protest.

But when she looked up in those big hopeful eyes of her bleached girlfriend it was just too much to say no. So against what little good judgement Poison Ivy had she ate and ate. Every plate made her belly feel unbearably heavy as it grew rounder and pushed her green pants down a little bit more.

Poison Ivy's large tummy emitted deeply gaseous gurgles so noisy that even Harley could hear Ivy's belly expressing its dismay. But Ivy kept eating anyway despite that. Her tummy grew heavier and more stretched out getting so big she had to spread her thighs out so it could breathe a little. And still she ate.

By the time she'd finished Poison Ivy was so bloated that she looked as if she swallowed a medicine ball. That's how massive her belly had become.

"Wow! Ya did it Red! Ya really ate every single bite!" Harley exclaimed happily.

Poison Ivy responded with a gigantic burp that made the table rattle and her massive tummy ripple.

BBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHPPP!!!!!!!!!

Harley laughed and blushed at the same time with approval. "Atta girl!"

Poison Ivy just slumped back in her chair and moaned. "Unnngh...dude...my stomach feels like it's gonna burst..." Ivy said moments before uttering another big throat rattling burp. She was so stuffed she couldn't hold them in or muffle the gas in anymore if she tried. And her belly was so heavy that she couldn't even get out of her chair. Not that she had any desire of moving right in that moment.

So Harley Quinn pulled a chair right next to her girlfriend and started rubbing her enormous green belly for her. Ivy's belly felt as hard as a rock. It was so heavy and so full that there was barely any give to it. Her tummy was stuffed taut as a drum and as noisy as a mob run chemical plant.

Still, Ivy uttered a pleasured moan when Harley's fingers ran across her agonizingly heavy tummy. There was so much pasta stuffed inside of her that Ivy's stomach was working overtime just to digest it all. But even with how heavy and overworked her tummy was, Harley's touch was utterly sensational.

Harley knew all the buttons to push from having her own tummy rubbed constantly by Ivy. She lovingly stroked Ivy's sides back and forth. Then she gently ran her hands up the highest peak of Ivy's big round tummy and all the way down to her pelvic area gently kneading into Ivy's lower tummy.

Her fingers kneaded into that tight hard flesh but a little pressure went a long way towards easing the tension Harley felt in Ivy's belly.

And with how stuffed and big it was Harley couldn't help pat Ivy's belly a few times to savor the feeling and the sound of the thumps her hand made. It was like she was patting a really really big pumpkin. The pats made another burp roll up Ivy's throat. At first she tried to muffle it in her mouth but it was so big that it blew past her lips and hand anyway.

mmmMMRRUUUUUURRRHOOOOOORRRAAAAAHP!!!!!

"C'mon ya can do better than that," Harley insisted. She placed her palm over Ivy's shallow belly button then she pressed down on Ivy's tummy a little harder to get a huge gassy burp to bellow out of Ivy's mouth instead.

BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHPP!!!!!!!!

Poison Ivy huffed and grunted. She felt another one bubbling up her throat and thumped her fist against her perky chest to get it out.

AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRRRHP!!!!!

Harley blushed and lovingly kissed Ivy's big round tummy. "Ya did so so good Red. Thanks fer likin' my cookin' so much."

"Well I know you cooked it with your crazy love, Harl." Ivy smiled a lazy drunken smile and gave her belly a few proud pats. "And as it turns out...BUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!!!! Ungh...love is pretty fucking filling..."

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

⭐️SIRIUS⭐️

Prompt: Requested, by the beautiful @romanreignsgirl20 Thanks for your request, sweetheart. I made some slight plot adjustments (I hope you don’t mind❤️) and I hope you’ll like it how it turned out😉.

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Curvy/Thick Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, praise kink, body worship, bondage (shibari), oral sex (female receiving), food play, dom x sub dynamic, rough sex, delicate subjects regarding self image.

Editor: @rheacanbreakme

Tag: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @wickedsunfire , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: This request has a special place in my heart now, people 🥺 Ok, so, why the title Sirius? You may ask, and I’ll tell you why: Sirius is the brightest star in Earth's night sky. The name means "glowing" in Greek — a fitting description, as only a few planets, the full moon and the International Space Station outshine this star. Later in the fic, you’ll realize why this little piece of information is valid for you 😉. Y’all know the drill, loves: You can check out my previous stories on my Masterlist if you’d like (it would make me your girl here very happy 🤗). Now, let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy...

Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my newest acquisition: a light blue, mermaid style dress. Subconsciously, I couldn’t help but notice how it clung to every part of my body that I hated, and I instantly regretted purchasing it in the first place. I felt completely insecure about everything.

I heard the front door open, and Roman calling for me. Almost on instinct, I took the dress off with the intention of hiding it, but Roman was faster than I anticipated in making his way to our room, opening the door and catching me off guard, giving me no option but to try and hide the dress behind my back.

“Hey baby, what- Are you ok?” Roman asked, when he saw the frightened look on my face

“Sure” I lied

“What are you hiding back there?” He asked, curiously

“Nothing...” I trailed off

“Let me see it” He teased

“It’s nothing, really” I tried to dismiss him

Roman smirked and quickly ran towards me, yanking the piece of fabric out of my hands. He lifted the dress up in the air, almost as if to examine it closer

“Wow, this is really pretty” He complimented

“Ummm...thanks”

“Put it on for me” He said, smiling

“I-It didn’t fit” I lied once more

Roman raised an eyebrow in suspicion, asking

“Marissa, I could smell your perfume on the fabric, so I know you’ve tried on! What’s going on, babe? Why are you lying?”

“I...I don’t think it looks good on me” I murmured

“Can I know why?” He asked

“Because” I sighed “It shows everything I want to hide”

“Can you try it on for me, so I can give you my opinion?” Roman asked, softly

“Yeah, I guess so” I replied, taking the dress out of his hands, I made my way to the closet, so I could put it on without him watching.

Once I got the dress on, I went back to the bedroom, and Roman’s eyes instantly swam all over my body.

“Baby, fuck!” He gasped

“I know... I told you it looks weird-“

“Weird? Oh no no no, sugarplum, you look stunning!” Roman said in awe

“No, it’s we-“

“Mari, baby girl” Roman walked towards me, and placed one hand on my cheek “You look fucking gorgeous, baby! Why do you think it doesn’t look good on you?”

Trying my best to hide my insecurities, I shook my head and try to change the subject

“So, how was lunch with Jey?”

“Oh no, baby. We’re not going down that path, not until you tell me the truth” Roman softly pulled me towards the full length mirror, placed us in front of it, and asked

“Mari, what do you see when you look in the mirror?”

“Myself, in a dress that doesn’t look good at all” I tried to joke, but Roman didn’t seem to like it

“I disagree with you. I see the complete opposite! I see a beautiful woman, who has no idea of how stunning she is and how gorgeous her body-“

“Is not and how this stupid dress puts on display everything I want to hide” I mumbled

“Mari, look at me” He lifted my chin up with two of his fingers, and locked our gaze together in the mirror

“Baby, you’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen! The dress looks ravishing on you, it compliments your body beautifully. The fact that you have so many curves is a plus to me! It always has been. Yes, I love you, but why do you think I invited you out for dinner in the first place?”

“Because you had nothing better to do?” I cackled, but Roman continued in a serious tone

“No. It was because I was attracted to you. Physically attracted, sexually attracted! If I’m being honest with you, I pictured us fucking from the first moment I laid eyes on you!” He said, and I looked at him in disbelief

“Oh, you don’t believe me?” He asked

“Ask Jey then! Or Jimmy, even Seth. They all caught me jerking off and moaning your name”

My eyes went wide, and my face went crimson red at the comments he made.

“What?” He chuckled “I’m only being honest!” Roman’s arms circled around my waist, as he asked

“You still don’t believe, do you?”

I sighed heavily “I’m sorry Ro, but I can’t-“

“Well, then you give me no option but show to you”

Roman slowly pulled the zipper down on the back of the dress, and let it slide down my body, becoming nothing but a pool of fabric around my ankles. Offering me his hand, he led us to our playroom in the basement. When we got there, he positioned me in the center of the room, and pressed a button on the wall that would make the hooks on the ceiling lower down. Roman went to hooks on the wall that held our collection of bondage ropes, and took the lavender jute rope in his hand.

He began to create an intricate pattern upon my skin with the lavender rope, twisting, turning and knotting the rope into a beautiful design. Roman passed the rope on the top and bottom of my breasts, followed by my upper arms, where he securely tied them together on my back and looped the rope around the ceiling hooks. He pressed the button on the wall once more, making the hooks rise, lifting me off of the floor. He lifted my legs up and bent them back, then passed the rope several times around each thigh and tied my ankles next to my thighs, leaving me spread open for him.

He stepped back to admire his work.

“Damn baby, you look so tempting” Roman bit his lips, came closer to me, and gave me an intense kiss “I’ll be right back” He whispered

A few minutes later, Roman returned with a heart shaped lollipop and the chocolate syrup we kept in the fridge. Positioning the large mirror with wheels in front of me, he said

“Today is going to be a special day for you, cupcake” Roman said, while standing behind me, looking at me through the mirror “You’re going to finally see yourself through my eyes. You’ll see everything that I see when I’m pleasuring you. You’ll see how beautiful you are, how perfect your body is, how much you turn me on” He leaned closer to my ear “And most importantly, you’ll see that there’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about! You should feel only pride to have such a beautiful face, body and soul” He kissed my hair “My perfect girl”

Roman leaned back, and grabbed the lollipop.

Taking off the wrapper, he placed the candy in front of my lips and said “Suck it”

I did as he said and began to suck on the lollipop, and while I did, our gaze locked in the mirror and I could see his eyes slowly turning darker and darker.

“That’s enough” Roman said, stopping me. And then, without breaking our gaze, he started to roam the candy all around my body: on my breasts and nipples, my soft belly, my hips, my thighs and finally my mound, where he began to circle my clit with the lollipop.

“Ever since we met, I always thought about how sweet you are. The way you’re so kind and loving to everybody, how you always have a word or touch to bring comfort to those who need it and how lucky I am to have the sweetest woman in the world” Roman turned around, until he was in front of me “And as time went by, I noticed how physically sweet you are too. Your skin tastes like apricots, your kisses are as inebriating as the finest liqueur and your juices” Roman knelt down in front of me “Taste as sweet as the purest honey” He leaned forward until he was mere inches away from my core “I want you to keep your eyes on the mirror, Mari. Don’t close your eyes, don’t turn your head to the other side, don’t look down! I want you to see yourself, how stunning you are and how beautiful you get when you cum. Do you understand me?” Roman asked, placing both hands on my hips

“Yes, sir” I answered, looking down at him

“Good, baby” He smiled “Now, look at the mirror” Roman whispered and began to work his magic on me. It was excruciatingly hard for me to stare at myself, but the more Roman licked and hummed in pleasure the more I could see how my facial expression changed. I became more wild, more raw, more passionate, more like a vixen. The woman I always wished to be was now in front of me, she had always been there, I just was never able to see her. But Roman showed me her, the woman I wanted to be, the woman he always knew I was.

“Do you see her, baby?” He asked softly, inserting two finger in me

“Yes, sir” I whispered, trying to hold back my tears

“This is who you are, this is what I see whenever I look at you! I don’t care what other people say or think, the only thing that matters to me is what I see and especially what you can see” Moving his fingers in and out, Roman began to kiss my soft belly and stretch marks “I want you to see how beautiful you are, how much I love your body. All of it!” He curled his fingers inside of me, making me moan loudly. And when his lips closed around my clit, I came all over him and Roman more than eargerly licked me clean. “I love every curve, every love handle, every inch of your beautiful body” He said, making his way up, licking every sticky trace left by the lollipop. Roman kissed my breasts, played with my nipples with his tongue, left love marks on my neck and then he finally reached my lips and kissed me like it was the last time we would be together.

Leaning back, he took the chocolate syrup in his hand and said “Don’t look down yet”.

He began to write something on my belly and chest, but I had no idea what it was until he stepped aside, revealing the mirror once more so I could read what he wrote.

“Read it out loud for me, Mari” Roman said

“Beautiful and perfect. Sir” I shyly read

“Louder” He requested

“Beautiful and perfect. Sir”

“Again, louder” He asked and so I did

“What are you, baby?” Roman questioned

“Beautiful and perfect, sir”

“And what should you never forget that you are?” He asked

“Beautiful and perfect, sir” I responded with my voice strangled by tears

Roman knelt down again, and started to lick the chocolate syrup off. His tongue traced every letter, as to remind me of it. He didn’t licked everything off though, he left some remnants, so I could continue to see it and read it in the mirror.

“That’s my girl” Roman smiled softly, with his eyes full of love, and I couldn’t help but let the tears roll down my cheeks “It’s alright, sugarplum” He cood, kissing me sweetly. Once I stopped crying he turned around, so he could stand behind me again.

He grabbed the chocolate syrup once more, and wrote something on my ass cheeks, I payed attention to each letter. When he was done, he asked

“Mari, can you guess what I have written?” With a wicked grin on his face

“I think so, sir”

“What is it, baby?”

“Is it ‘mine’, sir?”

Roman chuckled and knelt down, tracing the letters as he did previously, but only this time he bit my ass cheek forcefully before standing up

“That’s right, cupcake. ‘Mine’ “

I looked in the mirror and saw he had pushed his jeans down, to his upper thighs. Right afterwards, I felt his tip against my entrance

“Remember to keep your eyes on the mirror, sugarplum” He winked, sliding in, slowly. The position that my body was in allowed me to feel him deeper, stretching my walls in a bitter sweet pain.

“Oh my-” I moaned

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So fucking good” He groaned, thrusting in me vigorously

We moaned in sync, looking at each other in the mirror, drowning in our grunts and gasps of pleasure.

My walls began to tighten around his length “You’re gonna cum, baby?” Roman bit my ear

“Yes, sir” I gasped, already feeling my orgasm rising

“Then cum, baby. Cum around my cock” Roman said, as he pounded even harder

I squealed, squeezing his length and triggering his own orgasm. Roman slid out of me, and admired his seed dripping out of my core.

“I love you” He said, looking in the mirror

“My beautiful Sirius” Roman smiled widely...

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[writtenjewels]

Devour

(if the title doesn’t clue you in on what’s going on, mind the cut)

Jaal swam with Scott, watching the human glide through the water. The way his muscles pulled and stretched as he moved was magnificent to see. Every part of him was beautiful. Jaal soon couldn't hold in his adoration and reached for the man. Scott took his hand and pressed up close, opening his mouth to Jaal's tongue. How could Scott ever think he needed to smell angaran to be sexually appealing to Jaal? His body was certainly different but wonderful in its own way. Jaal wanted to touch him everywhere, to learn the body as he had learned the mind and heart.

“Jaal,” Scott moaned. His hands slid down Jaal's back and rested on his ass. Scott really seemed to like touching him there. And yes, Jaal admitted that he liked touching Scott's ass, too. He liked the firm shape of it in his hands and how responsive Scott was when he started to work the flesh. “Jaal, ah, have you ever....?”

“Not for a long time.” He wanted to experiment with something and touched Scott's throat with his lips. The young man gasped and tilted his head to the side, offering more. “And what about you?”

“Yeah. I don't know if it's different for you, though. What you want to do.”

“I want to devour you, dear one,” Jaal told him in a low purr. Scott blushed and arched a little closer. Jaal could feel the member between Scott's legs brushing his thigh. It was very distracting. He stepped away so he could take them back to the shore. He stretched Scott out on the sand and settled on top of him. Scott's eyes widened a little, the human's eyes bright and eager.

Jaal started with Scott's mouth, kissing him and running his tongue across those sweet lips. Again Scott opened his mouth to the probing. His hands cradled Jaal's face and he shuddered a little, his tongue sweeping against Jaal's. He moved away after a moment to kiss down the line of Scott's neck. His hands ran along the human's sides, down to his hips and back up again. Jaal's kiss trail led him to the strange little nubs on Scott's pectoral muscles.

“What are these?” he wondered.

“Nipples,” Scott responded. “Newborn humans suckle milk from their mothers from them.”

“And what are they for in human males?”

“For our partners to indulge in their oral fixation.” His tone and mischievous grin suggested he was joking. Curious, Jaal pressed his mouth over one of the nipples. Scott gasped and pressed a hand to the back of Jaal's head. Ah, so it was for pleasure. Jaal closed his lips more firmly around it and let his tongue roll the nub gently until it stiffened. “Oh, god, Jaal, your mouth and tongue feel so good,” Scott moaned.

Good, that was the idea. Jaal made sure Scott's other nipple responded to his attention in the same way before moving on. He could feel Scott trembling and gasping the farther down his lips traveled. Jaal paused again when he made it to the strange little indent in Scott's abdomen.

“What is this?”

“It's, uhm... a belly button. Babies are attached to their mothers with this cord and when we're born, it's cutt off. That's what's left behind.” Scott yelped and bucked upward as Jaal dipped his tongue inside. “Ah, are you... trying to push the button... with your tongue?” Scott asked with a laugh.

“I want to see what it does,” Jaal told him with a matching playful look. “Does it open something? Activate something? Turn something on?”

“Oh, it's definitely turning something on.” Jaal looked lower and saw that the member between Scott's legs had moved. It looked like it was rising. Fascinated, Jaal touched it, and Scott lifted his hips toward the hand. “My cock,” Scott told him before he could ask. “Yours is, um, similar.”

That was true. The angara didn't use that word but Jaal's member did have a similar shape and size. And they responded to pleasure in similar ways as well, as Scott no doubt noticed by now. Jaal dropped his head down and opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Scott's cock.

“Fuck!” Scott yelped. Jaal assumed that was a good exclamation and continued, sliding Scott into his mouth bit by bit. He liked the hot, musky taste of it. Scott whimpered and put both of his hands on the back of Jaal's head. He relaxed his jaw and Scott arched up, pushing more of himself past Jaal's lips.

Pleasure heated through his body. He hadn't been sure Scott would like this but clearly he had nothing to worry about. Jaal glided his tongue along the hot flesh, feeling over every inch of his dear one. Scott's hips moved as he pushed himself in and out in a gentle rhythm. The human's cock felt so stiff in his mouth and he wanted more. He tried dipping his head down in a bobbing motion. His throat muscles constricted.

“Jaal!” Scott cried out. “Oh, holy shit, how are you so good at this? You... you're going to make me come.”

Jaal had no idea what that meant and didn't want to stop what he was doing to ask. He continued bobbing his head, taking in each thrust of Scott's hard cock. He got lost in how long he worked the member with his lips and tongue, his throat constricting again. Scott let out a cry and suddenly something hot was filling Jaal's mouth. Oh, “come” is a human word for an orgasm. How strange. Jaal swallowed it down, licking along Scott's cock to make sure he was cleaned.

“My god,” Scott sighed. “When you said 'devour', you meant it.”

“Yes,” Jaal agreed, “I did.” He lifted his head to look at the human. Scott was flushed, his wet hair splayed on his forehead in a charming way, his lips slightly parted. It took Jaal's breath away thinking that this singularly wonderful person was his.

“I adore you,” Scott declared.

“I adore you,” Jaal returned. He turned his attention back between Scott's legs. They had parted to give his head room to fit in between. Jaal gently gripped the human's thighs and coaxed them farther apart.

“Need me to explain what my ass-hole is for?” Scott teased.

“No,” Jaal assured him with a smile. “The angara have one as well. And we have many of the different sort as well.” Scott laughed at the joke. Smiling warmly, Jaal lifted his lover's hips up just a little to get a better angle as he dipped his head down to press his tongue against the spot.

“Ohhhh.” Scott quivered, his hands going back to grip onto Jaal's head. “Oh, my god. You really meant it.” Jaal pushed his tongue in a little as an answer. So Scott liked this, too. That was good. “Jaal, devour me,” Scott goaded him.

Yes, Taoshay. And Jaal moved his tongue to obey.

[suoyou]

[wip] 真金不怕火炼; true gold fears no flame

incomplete wip. 2744 words, rated t. 

originally drafted for the wangxian weddings for maubrey collection. a sequel to baby’s first wangxian fic 蓝色生死恋; a blue love (to live and to die for)

Wei Wuxian wakes up the morning after his wedding a little cold and a lot sore, skin tingling like it’s new. He’s spent a lot of both lives waking up feeling like his skeleton had sneakily rearranged itself overnight in the worst way—a rib in his throat, a femur jammed up through his belly, vertebrae scattered around him like loose gravel. 

But today he wakes up with the sun in a crescent on his hip, smiling at the edge of the window, feeling like every part of his body for once is in the right place. Brain in his head, head on his shoulders, heart in his chest. Lan Zhan is, of course, already awake, staring up at the canopy of their wedding bed. Not wide-eyed, and possibly for the first time in Wei Wuxian’s life, lazy. 

“Lan Zhan.” He can hear his own voice vibrate against Lan Zhan’s body. 

“You’re awake.”

“What were you doing up, earlier?” Wei Wuxian presses a deep yawn into the side of his husband’s—husband’s!—neck, the kind that sends shivers all the way down into his ankles and feet. “It was barely dawn. Don’t tell me you weren’t tired? I can’t believe I didn’t tire you out last night. I don’t even know if I was awake for our last round.” The thought makes heat flare in Wei Wuxian’s cheeks. They’ll have to revisit that.

“Hm,” Lan Zhan says, and the low thrum of laughter runs through him. It’s mostly silent; Wei Wuxian feels it more than he hears it. “You were, but only just.” Then, “I thought of a song.”

“A song?”

“Yes.”

“About what?”

“You,” Lan Zhan says, both fondly and in a way that says this should be obvious.

“About my oral prowess, I hope.”

“It was not.”

“Is it happy, at least?”

Lan Zhan is quiet. “My other song for you is not very happy, is it?” 

“Well,” Wei Wuxian pushes himself upright so that he’s lying on top of Lan Zhan, rests his chin on his folded wrists. A constellation of hickeys and bruises stretches across Lan Zhan’s neck, and Wei Wuxian takes his time studying them. He hasn’t seen his own skin yet, but he can tell the violet blooms are already fading on Lan Zhan, burnt back by the heat of his golden core. “I think someone a lot lonelier than the Lan Zhan I married wrote that song, is all.”

“Mm.” Lan Zhan holds Wei Wuxian by the waist, steady, steady, like balancing the weight of the world on him in the cradle of his palms. “But you’re here now. To have you like this, it would be impossible to feel lonely again.”

“To have me like how?” Wei Wuxian asks, propping his chin in his palm, wide-eyed with mock wonder. “Will the esteemed Hanguang-jun care to elaborate?”

Lan Zhan’s eyes darken, narrowing for a flicker of a moment before he moves, and Wei Wuxian ends up on his back so fast that ah, there, there’s that feeling that his bones are all in the wrong places—in the best way, in the only way he hopes to know it again, with Lan Zhan’s hands on his body  and heart against his. Beating, beating, beating.

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For some reason, Wei Wuxian is surprised when he gets up and Lan Zhan offers him clothes that look virtually identical to the ones he’s always worn—dark, red accents, wristcuffs laced with ribbons. Everything is a little nicer, and even for someone who never cared to notice, the fabric folds heavy and well-made in his hands. There are cloud patterns embroidered in black thread along the collars, and peonies in the shoulder patches. 

He stands in the middle of their wedding chamber, naked as the day he was born, turning them back and forth without slipping them on. 

“Do you not like them?” Lan Zhan asks, already decent with his satin underrobe on.

“I love them, they’re just so—me?” Wei Wuxian lowers them. 

“Would you like me to put them on?”

“Yes!” Wei Wuxian says. He lifts his arms helpfully when Lan Zhan comes to him, slipping the sleeves of a new red underrobe over him and leaning close to do the ties at Wei Wuxian’s waist. He’s so close that Wei Wuxian simply leans forward and kisses the crown of Lan Zhan’s head. Then his temple. Then he stops, because if he doesn’t, they will never leave this chamber. 

“These were commissioned from a different tailor,” Lan Zhan says when he slips the black outer robe onto Wei Wuxian’s body. “I was concerned that they wouldn’t get your measurements right, but I’m glad to see it fits.”

It fits like a hug around Wei Wuxian’s body. 

“The collars of the underrobe are quite high?”

Lan Zhan looks at him. “That was intentional.”

Wei Wuxian stares blankly until the faint ache of hickeys registers, and he puts his hands over his face and groans, “Ohhh. Oh, I won’t make it through the week like this.”

“Wei Ying.”

“I love you, Lan Zhan, I really do, with all the force of ten thousand weeping mountains—a hundred thousand—but my heart will give out. It will cave.”

Lan Zhan ignores his theatrics and turns him around to run his hairbrush through Wei Wuxian’s hair. He’s always so gentle when he does it for Wei Wuxian—not that he’s rough on himself, but he certainly doesn’t seem to take as long, brushing out every lock of hair between his fingers. 

“I can’t believe the Chief Cultivator can’t even take a few days to himself. After his own wedding!” Wei Wuxian says as Lan Zhan twists his hair up into a soft knot. It’s elegant and something Wei Wuxian will likely never learn how to do himself. “I want to stay with you all day. I want to lie in the sun with you and then go running by the beaches at sunset. Well—I’ll run, you can walk gracefully, as you do. I want to sit in the grass with you and feed the rabbits until the wet seeps up into my robes.”

“Mm. So do I.” Lan Zhan pushes his hairstick through the base of the knot. “But it will be a short meeting. Just a report and a written acknowledgment that we are married, that the sects have bore witness that we are married. And that any assault upon you would be considered an offense to the Lan Sect.” 

Wei Wuxian’s knees go soft and it has nothing to do with the exhaustion from the night before. “Lan Zhan...”

“You could come if you like, but I would not ask you to.”

“Because you’re flawless and perfect.”

Lan Zhan exhales. It’s his favorite way to laugh. Then he smooths his hand down the free length of Wei Wuxian’s hair. “I’ll meet you in the Jingshi for lunch.”

“Come back to me soon.”

“Always.”

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For two weeks after the wedding, Lan Zhan has reduced duties and Wei Wuxian a leave of absence from classes, but it has been a while since he watched the sun turn the sky blue, then grey, then lace-white as it rises over the blanket of clouds. Once, on a night hunt, Wei Wuxian had climbed high enough in the Cloud Recesses that the clouds were finally under him, and he looked over the endlessness of it, feeling like he was standing at the edge of existence. 

By the third day, after all the guests leave, Wei Wuxian finally gets some much-needed solitude. It’s a weird thing to need, for him, anyway, considering how much time he’s already spent alone. When he sits in the meadow of rabbits in the back hills of the Cloud Recesses, he lies down with his arms spread until he can feel rabbit nosing at his pockets.

“I haven’t brought anything for you,” he says, eyes closed. The sun is orange and veiny against his closed eyes. “Since when did you guys even like me enough to look for snacks?”

There are voices coming down the mountain path, though, so Wei Wuxian sits up and brushes stray bits of grass off his back and knees, tries to pick some out of his hair. Before his wedding, he would not have cared, but he’s husband to the Chief Cultivator now. He needs to look the part. 

“Morning,” he greets, and blinks when it’s a handful of older Lan women carrying the rabbit feed today. Tending to the rabbits is disciple work, usually, but vaguely, he knows they had to change the structure of classes for the two weeks he isn’t teaching. 

“Oh! Wei gongzi. We didn’t expect to see you out here.”

“Hanguang-jun isn’t with you?”

“He’s busy in the mornings,” says Wei Wuxian, hands jumping to the collars of his robes. They’re bound tight, thank heavens. “I’ve simply been unwinding after a wedding like that. It really takes everything out of you, doesn’t it?”

“Being married does that to you,” says one of the women, sagely. Lan Danyi if Wei Wuxian’s memory serves him correctly. The other women nod, murmuring their assent.

“It...takes everything out of you?” he asks. That doesn’t sound pleasant, but he hasn’t been anything but happy since being married. Is he doing something wrong?

“When does it not?” says another. Lan Ruyi, who looks so much like her sister that they could be mirror images. “You’re lucky you married Hanguang-jun, Wei gongzi. Marriage is hard work. The first year of a marriage is the hardest year of any relationship.”

“It—it is? Why?”

“Well, of course,” they say, like this should be common knowledge. Lan Danyi bends down and begins feeding the rabbits their carrots. “You will probably have it better than we do, but when you get married, who do you become? You lose your sense of self. Before this, you’re your own person, but you don’t just belong to you anymore, don’t you? Of course, Hanguang-jun would never be so uncouth, I see that he doesn’t mind that Wei gongzi continues to wear his own robes. Which is as it should be, do you remember that Zhao Xiaohong that Lan Hongqi married a few years ago?”

“Oh,” says Wei Wuxian. He hadn’t thought of that. 

“Of course, of course,” says the third woman. Wei Wuxian well and truly cannot remember her name, which is going to be a problem if he’s going to be part of the Lan Sect now. “But your future isn’t your own anymore, either. You walk a two-person path now. When one person hurts their feet, you must check your own for thorns. Sometimes the path diverges and you want to take a different one than the one they choose.” She sighs. “And you have to choose the one they want to take.”

“I think learning how to walk one, honest path is romantic in and of itself, Jianying.”

“Perhaps. But not all of us can marry Hanguang-jun, so really, how romantic could it be.”

“So you can’t be headstrong, it’ll be such a pain,” Lan Ruyi says. “It’s easier for someone who grew up in the Lan Sect, but marrying in is always harder.”

“Which is what makes the first year of living together the hardest,” says Lan Danyi, nodding. “You don’t want to be someone difficult to share space with. But, Wei gongzi, I’m sure you and Hanguang-jun won’t have a problem at all. Right?”

“Right,” he says faintly. A morning with the rabbits is almost always calm and soothing, but today he feels neither calm nor soothed. “Uh, have a lovely morning.”

“Wei gongzi, go safely!” they call after him as he slip-slides back onto the path.

He gives them a wave, and starts heading back alone.

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“—ying. Wei Ying?”

 He blinks.  Then he comes to, piece by piece, chopsticks still aloft between his bowl and his mouth. A bite of married-couple spiced tripe drips its fiery oil into his food, a little red coin on the pebbled surface of his rice. Lan Zhan has leaned forward, mouth set in a taut line of concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Wei Wuxian shovels his food into his mouth. “Nothing, Lan Zhan.”

His husband—will he ever tire of that title? Evidence points to no—is not convinced. Not that Wei Wuxian expected him to be, but he also doesn’t expect Lan Zhan to set his own bowl down, resting his chopsticks over the rim, and insist, again, “There’s something wrong.”

“Lan Zhan, it’s really...really, it’s…”

Of course, Hanguang-jun would never be so uncouth, I see that he doesn’t mind that Wei gongzi continues to wear his own robes.

“Well,” says Wei Wuxian, and Lan Zhan leans forward minutely to listen, “Lan Zhan, do you hate that I dress this way?”

This question apparently catches Lan Zhan off-guard. He blinks once, twice, then asks, “In what way, Wei Ying?”

“Like...myself.” Like my unmarried self. 

A faint ribbon of confusion slips between Lan Zhan’s eyebrows. “I love you regardless of what you wear.”

“You probably prefer me not wearing anything, right, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian jokes weakly. 

“Yes. But,” says Lan Zhan, as Wei Wuxian wheezes at his frankness, “what is this about?”

“I just thought,” Wei Wuxian says, feeling wild and stupid, because they’re married, they’re married, why is he being silly about this, “that. I don’t know, I’d look different after I got married. To you? That I should look different.” I want to look different. I want to look like I belong to somewhere, to someplace, to someone.

“Different how?”

“Uhm,” he looks down into his rice, chili oil staining the grains a bright, yolky gold. Gods, this is ridiculous. “Never mind.”

Lan Zhan is a quiet rustle of fabric and footsteps when he stands and moves around the dining table. When he sits down beside Wei Wuxian he’s a warm waft of sandalwood and camellia oil. “Wei Ying,” he says, brings Wei Ying’s hand into his lap between his own. “Something troubles you.”

“It’s not—I’m not troubled, Lan Zhan, I promise. But I guess I. I want to look married to you.”

Lan Zhan searches his face. The concern softens around the edges. “How so?”

“I don’t think I can wear all white or a forehead ribbon, or more than three layers,” Wei Wuxian warns, “but. I felt at home, wearing your white underrobe. It’s not that I don’t like red, but I only wore it so much so you couldn’t see the bloo—”

Wei Wuxian snaps his mouth shut. Really, is this a topic he should be bringing up a day after their wedding, at dinner, no less? He feels like an uninvited, rain-soaked guest falling through the doorway of a place he’s not welcome. 

“Stains less,” he finishes in a tiny voice. 

“Wei Ying,” says Lan Zhan, and he reaches up to tuck one of Wei Wuxian’s feathery wisps of hair behind his ear. “If that is what you want to wear, then you should wear it.”

“I didn’t want to make you feel bad. You commissioned those for me in mind specially.”

Lan Zhan shakes his head. “Only because I mistook your preference for them. What you wear is your choice, Wei Ying. In this life, you do not have to look any way but the way you want to. All white. All black. A bit of both, or neither. The things we put on our bodies...they’re an extension of us. Whatever that looks like to you now is what I’ll love.”

“What if I want to wear a pink tunic and a green skirt and, and a gold belt, and no shoes?”

“You would look like Nezha,” Lan Zhan says very seriously, “and I would love you all the same.”

Wei Wuxian laughs, and then he kisses his husband right there at the dinner table, and he thinks that being married really doesn’t take too much out of you at all. Lan Zhan steadies him by the arms, and then pulls him into his lap, and Wei Wuxian’s ribs wedge into the side of the table and the bruise from even that will be sore and sweet the way a hickey is.

What a fortune it is to be married, Wei Wuxian thinks, when Lan Zhan has him on the bamboo mat floors and his hair in a dark fan across them, and have the privilege to be nothing but your messy, scattered, glimmering self. 

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Promises

Hi dear! As agreed, I’ve changed it to dad’s friend!Bucky <3 Hope you’re going to enjoy this!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, age gap, daddy kink, allusion to non-con, death of minor characters.

Words: 3000.

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Looking at the lonely chocolate muffin laying on the table in front of you, you closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, making a wish: it was your birthday, and you were stuck in some filthy roadside diner with no one but Mr. Barnes by your side.

Bucky. You were ought to call him Bucky, you reminded yourself, opening your eyes and blowing softly on a single candle sitting on the top of your muffin.

It wasn’t his fault you two ended up here - there had been a huge accident on your way back home, a tanker truck exploded into flames in the middle of the highway. In fact, you were lucky you were far away since several drivers and passengers who had the misfortune to be close to the truck had already been declared dead. It was all over the news, most of the people inside diner glued to the old TV hanging on the wall.

Staring at the candle, you carefully pulled it off and dropped it on a cheap white napkin, taking the muffin and eagerly having a bite. Mr. Barn... Bucky watched you from the other side of the table, his coffee already long cold. There was no smile on his face as you quietly said thank you to him, but you barely remembered him smiling at all despite knowing him for several years at the very least. He was your dad’s friend, and he often visited your house to share a beer and watch hockey with your dad late in the evening. Who could imagine it would be Bucky of all people helping you stay afloat.

“What did you wish for?” He asked you, and chuckled grimly at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Apparently, you had to keep it a secret to make your wish come true, but it didn’t matter now.

“To have a family.”

You gulped down a sob and stared at the red table as Bucky reached out to pat your shoulder gently. Both of you knew what you meant, but you had no strength to talk about it again. It was still painful as hell.

“It will get better.” He said quietly as you nodded, wiping away your tears and gulping down your coke. “You need time.”

Yeah, time, that was what everyone around you kept saying as if time could change the fact you were all alone now; as if it could make you forget all that happened and keep the pain away. What could time do? Make you insensitive, unsympathetic, and unable to feel anything at all. All this time could probably do to you, sure.

He bought a couple of ham sandwiches and bottles of coke for the evening and left with you following him closely. The motel room was just as dirty as the diner, but you didn’t expect anything else, preparing to cleaning it up - anyway, there wasn’t much you could do around here. Although there were lots of people stuck here along with you two, you had no wish to go talk to them about the tragedy. You had your own already, and it was enough for you.

“Your uncle looks scary on this photo.” Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you picked it up, reading the message from April, your best friend - your only friend, to be completely honest. “Like he’s straight out of those serial killer documentaries.”

“April, come on."

"what, I'm serious lol"

"Maybe he’s not your sunshine guy, but he’s the only one who stayed with me after all that happened."

"And he is NOT my uncle!”

“sorry girl just wanted to cheer you up”

You smiled at the text, missing Bucky’s gaze as he came closer to you.

“Who’s that?” He asked, and you raised your eyes at him, immediately getting back to your grim state.

“April. She saw the photo I sent her.” Explaining quietly, you tried pretending you were happy, stretching your lips in a thin smile and thinking whether Bucky could feel it. “She’s checking on how we are here.”

“Good.”

With that he left to bathroom, leaving you on your knees scrubbing the floor. He was bad at cleaning - really bad, missing tons of dirty spots to the point it felt like he didn’t clean anything at all. That was why you preferred doing it yourself. Besides, it was him who paid for the room and food despite you trying to share the expenses, so you felt obliged to him.

Bucky certainly wasn’t the most talkative or friendly type, but he still cared about you, supporting you the way he could. Even if he was way older than you, and a part of you still didn’t feel very comfortable around him, Bucky was the only one by your side. He agreed living with you when most of your relatives had little interest in staying even for a few days longer, leaving you all alone. He helped you with all the legal stuff you knew nothing about, never having to deal with these issues before. He gave you a drive to your university campus every morning and called you every time when you were supposed to come home, probably afraid you’d do something to yourself. That was what you thought, at least.

He was a good man. Maybe a little gruff, seemingly unfriendly, intimidating even, but still better then all those who promised to look after you and then vanished.

“I’m going to go for a walk.” Bucky said after leaving bathroom and putting his sneakers on. “Will you be okay by yourself?”

You felt shame bubbling up inside you at his words. He still thought you might be suicidal.

“Of course. I’ll be waiting here.”

With that he nodded and left you alone with a bright pack of Lysol and dirty doormat on the floor. Sighing, you felt relieved, finally staying all by yourself in the grim silence of the room. It wasn’t that bad. You weren’t stuck together somewhere in the desert with no food and shelter. Tomorrow morning you’d be able to return home from that little improvised vacation Bucky organized purely for you, staying in a cabin close to the beautiful lake in the woods. It wasn’t his fault you were spending your birthday like this, scrubbing the floor clean and wiping the dust from shelves and nightstands instead of celebrating somewhere in the club with April, drinking fancy cocktails.

In half an hour you finished the clean up and had a shower, changing into your funny pink pajamas - you knew your looked pathetic in it, considering how old it was, but it was one of the things that made you feel safe. Anyway, Bucky didn’t care about the way you looked, so you simply wore whatever you found comfortable, often looking like a kid who was too big to fit into their old clothes.

“Whatcha doin??” A message popped up on the screen as you checked your phone again.

“Gonna go to sleep, I guess. I didn’t sleep well yesterday again.”

“i have a gooood recipe for a nice 8-hour sleep”

“Really? What’s that?”

Instead of answering you clearly, she sent you a link. To your horror, instead of checking the name first you simply clicked on it and found out April sent you some porno. Groaning, you quickly turned it off, afraid somebody gonna hear it - the walls here were out of paper, you could swear.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” You typed furiously. “Are you mad?”

“come on, what are we, holy virgins?? Ima telling you, this thing works! Just try it, you’ll be sleeping after this in no time!”

“April, even if I’m gonna believe this crap, Bucky just went for a walk. I have no clue when he’s going to come back. Do you really think I’m ready to do this when he’s around?”

“damn girl just don’t put earphones, cover yourself with a blanket and sit facing the door.” You could literally see her rolling her eyes at you. “you’re a grown up, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. When you hear the man coming, just turn it off!”

Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you muted your phone and carefully opened the link again, trying to understand what kind of porno she sent you exactly. Apparently, it was that daddy thing she kept telling you about - you read the name of the video, and your face grew unbearably hot in a second. Damn, this girl had no shame whatsoever.

But maybe she was right: you needed to release some tension that had been building up over the last months. It was quite an innocent way to do it, really, and you’d be careful enough to do it before Bucky came back, finding anything suspicious. You were a human being, after all! There was nothing nasty in what you were going to do, you tried assuring yourself.

“I’m gonna regret it.”

“NO GIRL YOU WON’T! Treat yourself!!”

Laughing, you quickly dropped your phone on your bed, taking a tablet out of your backpack along with a pair of pink socks - you couldn’t explain it, but your feet were always getting cold while you pleasured yourself. Getting comfortable on your bed and wrapping a comforter around yourself, you opened your tablet, setting the volume level low and finding that link April sent you. You threw a quick glance to the door, prepared to switch the tablet off any second if Bucky was going to show up. Shoot, were you doing it for real? Yes, yes you were.

Opening the video, you bit down on your lower lip, a little ashamed still. Trying to get these thoughts out of your head, you concentrated on what was happening in the video, watching a girl sitting on the lap of a beefy bearded man stroking her ass. He was speaking to her softly, but in a very low, husky voice, and you realized it was getting warm in between your thighs. You closed your eyes, listening to the voice that, along with a sound of him slapping the girl, was making you aroused way more than the picture itself.

"Have you been good, princess?" The man whispered, and you could see the smug grin on his face even with your eyes closed.

Yes, you have, you thought, your hand slowly trailling down your belly and touching the elastic of your cotton panties.

Fuck, you heard the sound of one more slap and bit your lip again, imagining it was you he spanked, caressing your raw, hot skin with his calloused palm, his fingers digging in your soft flesh when you tried moving away, quietly squirming from his touch. You were a good girl for him. You'd do what your daddy told you, baring your ass in front of him and getting back on his lap, moving on top of him, making him feel you through the fabric of his pants until you ruined them. Would daddy be happy if you rode him, moaning like some dirty slut until he shut you with his mouth? Would he like you cumming on his cock with your eyes rolling inside your skull out of immense pleasure?

With your fingers on your clit, you gently stroked that bundle of nerves, getting more and more wet until you soaked your panties, listening to the voice of that man and imagining being with your own daddy, somebody who would take care of you, somebody who would never leave you alone and comfort you when you needed it the most. Oh, were you crying, thinking of it? You could feel your eyes growing wet as you softly moaned. You imagined the man touching your hair and kissing your forehead, and tears were now streaming down your cheeks.

You were pathetic, you thought. You couldn't even pleasure yourself while watching porno anymore.

Softly sobbing, you kept listening to the video, touching your sleek folds and missing the shadow that descended upon you - you couldn't see the stranger behind the window, watching you sitting there on your bed with a tablet in front of you, seeing the video clearly. Maybe Bucky couldn't hear it from the outside, but he knew it - he saw it a couple of weeks ago when he felt a little lonely.

You almost cummed when you heard the steps right outside the door, inmediately hitting the screen to stop the video and hiding your tablet beneath the comforter. You didn't figure out anything better than pretending you were already asleep, aside from the fact it was barely seven.

Covering your head, you prayed Bucky didn't see anything suspicious, mentally cursing April for sending you the link. Shit, you knew this wasn't going to end well! Why on Earth did you even tried something as reckless and stupid as this when Bucky could show up any minute?

"I know you're not sleeping."

His voice sounded so much closer than you anticipated that you almost flinched, holding your breath for a couple of seconds. Fuck, did he know? Did he hear you? Could he see the tablet beneath your blanket?

You stilled, still pretending you were sleeping when Bucky landed close to you, the bed dipping under him. When he suddenly touched your leg, making you flinch involuntarily, you clamped a hand around your mouth. Shit! What was he doing? He had never ever touched you like that before. Was he mad? Did he-

"You can stop pretending, little one." As Bucky lifted your comforter, you stared at him, terrified to the core with your eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Immediately, you tried moving away, determined to get to the other side of the room, but he quickly held you down with his hands on your wrists, getting on top of you. Shit. Staring at his dark but calm expression, you saw a strange glint in his eyes that had never been there before. The thought made you shiver.

Something was wrong with the way he hold you, looked at you - it was not like before when he treated you like some sad kid, patting your head awkwardly when you cried and rarely giving you a hug. You were staring at the man who barely reminded you of Bucky who had been coming to your house to watch a hockey game late in the evening. This man seemed like a stranger.

"Please, Mr. Barnes-"

"Shhhh." He interrupted your pleading, leaning closer to you so his dark hair brushed against your face. "Don't be scared. It's alright."

No, no, it wasn't alright in any sense, and you kept struggling, doing your best to break free from his grasp until Bucky made you yelp from pain, grabbing your hands so hard you thought you'd have bruises. When you got silent, trembling beneath him with your eyes full of tears, he got closer, his forehead touching yours as he exhaled into your face.

“P-please, I don’t want to.”

“Don’t you? I’ve seen what you’ve been doing while I was gone.” His stormy grey eyes bore into you, and you thought Bucky was angry at you watching that filthy porno. “But I won’t punish you.”

“What do you want then?” You sobbed, then froze when he kissed your cheek, and then your nose and eyelids, his chapped lips brushing softly against your skin. His touch felt warm.

“To take care of you.”

You looked at him with your watery eyes, whimpering softly when Bucky kissed your forehead as you relaxed beneath him, shocked at his words. Take care of you? What did he mean by that? Wasn’t he taking care of you already? No, now you knew why Bucky was close, and he definitely wasn’t some good Samaritan you imagined him to be. Was it all for this? Did he pretend to be your friend just to let you lower your guard?

Crying, you closed your eyes, thinking how silly you were wanting someone to be by your side, having dreams about someone taking care of you, comforting you when even the one you thought was there for you just wanted to use a silly little girl and throw her away.

“Take what you want and go.” You managed to mumble, choking on a sob. “Just leave me alone.”

Bucky raised his brows, his gaze heavy as he stared at your face wet with tears. “Why would I? Didn’t you hear what I just said, little one?”

You gave him a sarcastic smile, avoiding looking him in the eyes. “You’re here because you want to take something from me. So, take it and go. Please!”

Bucky let out a loud breath, getting off you and rolling to the side, but holding you close and pressing your face into his chest. You could feel a subtle smell of sweat coming from him; strangely, it was almost comforting. Anyway, you had no strength left to fight him, so you just laid there, his hands on your back and in your hair. His black zipped hoodie was quickly getting wet with you still sobbing quietly.

“I’m not going anywhere, little girl.” He whispered, touching the top of your head with his lips. “You’re mine to take care off. Look at you, barely able to sleep on your own. How do you think you will manage without me?”

You didn’t answer, not knowing what to say. What Bucky told you was true - you barely existed outside of your house, facing the reality where you were always alone. April was trying her best to help you come to your senses, but she wasn’t family. You needed a family.

“Will you stay?” You whimpered, shaking lightly at the though Bucky would go, too, and you would end up all by yourself, talking to four walls until one day they would talk to you, too.

“Remember your birthday wish?” He asked instead of answering your question, and you felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs. But before you had time to said something, Bucky dropped a kiss to your forehead again, caressing your head tenderly. “I am your family, little one. You will never be alone.”

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Bees and Daisies

Hello!! It's me again :D You guys seemed to really enjoy that last mcyt fic I made with Wilbur and Tommy (I may be working on a part 2...)

Sooooo have this in the meantime! I wrote this instead of sleeping so please be kind I was very tired

Word Count: 2,041

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Enjoy lovelies 💙

Tubbo fell back onto the grass with a heavy sigh, stretching his arms back then letting them fall back above his head.

"Man, I'm dead."

"Same" Tommy groaned next to him, arm over his eyes to block the sun. "God why did we think staying up till 4 last night was a good idea?"

"Cause we're both idiots" Tubbo replied.

Tommy lazily swung at him with his hand, nowhere near hitting Tubbo. "Fuck you I'm an intellectual."

Tubbo giggled. "Debatable."

"Rude" Tommy grumbled but was too tired to really argue. He sunk further into the grass, the warmth only adding to his sleepy mood. "Ya know, taking a break from streaming for a week was the best damn decision we've ever made."

Tubbo hummed in agreement. "Having you over for the week was the best decision we've ever made."

Tommy grinned. "Can't argue with that."

Tubbo rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on his arms. They lay in a comfortable silence for awhile.

Tubbo suddenly gasped. "Tommy don't move, whatever you do, do not move."

Tommy froze. "What? Tubbo, what is it? Tubbo?"

Tubbo's eyes lit up with his smile. "There's a bee on you!"

Panic briefly gripped Tommy. "Fucken what-?! Wave it off!"

"No!" Tubbo shot back firmly, "he's just chilling, I'm not going to get rid of him!"

"Tubbo can I move my arm at least so I can see him?"

"Okay, just be slow."

Knowing how much bees meant to the brunette beside him, Tommy carefully shifted his arm off of his eyes, blinking at the brightness. His eyes lowered to his torso and he tensed up. A bumblebee sat calmly on his stomach, antenna shifting with the breeze.

Tommy stared at the fuzzy critter, flicking his eyes over to his friend. "It's fucken huge Tubbo."

"He's beautiful" Tubbo interrupted him firmly. "Don't be rude."

"It's not like he understands me-"

"Yes he does."

Tommy once again couldn't be bothered arguing. He kept his eyes on the bumblebee as it calmly sat on his shirt, beginning to wash it's face.

Okay it was kinda cute.

Tommy slowly let himself lay back, the bee barely reacted to his movements.

"Gonna name it or some shit?" Tommy found himself asking after a moment.

"Already have" Tubbo replied, resting his head back on his arms and watching the bee with half lidded eyes.

"And?"

"Honeypuffs."

"Jesus christ" Tommy sighed heavily but couldn't stop the smile crossing his face. "That is so dumb."

"Think you could come up with a better name?"

"Pogchamp" Tommy replied without hesitation.

Tubbo laughed softly. "You would."

"Obviously."

The bee shifted around, waddling up to Tommy's chest making him tense again.

"Tubbo what do we do if he stings me?"

"We freak out and after you're killed by Honeypuffs, I'll hold you a funeral."

"What-?!"

"I'll invite Wilbur and Phil, Techno as well-"

"Tubbo shut up-"

"Maybe Dream would like to come too-"

"Tubbo he's getting really close now-"

"Sapnap and George would probably come if Dream did, it would be pretty cool to meet all of them-"

"Tubbo-"

"Ooooo what if we got Niki to come too-!"

"Tubbo help me for fucks sake!"

Tubbo laughed, "alright alright, relax."

He gently picked a nearby daisy and held it out to the bumblebee. "Come on Honeypuffs, get on the flower, you're scaring Tommy."

"I'm not scared-!"

"Yes you are shut up, come on Honeypuffs."

The bumblebee paused looking at the flower for a moment then crawled closer to Tommy who definitely didn't shriek in response.

"Tubbo! Get it off!"

Tubbo laughed again. "Just calm down Toms, you're fine."

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Tommy yelled, voice rising naturally.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DIE!" Tubbo half shouted back, voice raising to match Tommy's on instinct. "RELAX!"

Honeypuffs had reached the collar of Tommy's shirt and was now starting the climb up Tommy's face.

Tommy screwed his eyes shut, hands clenching the grass. "Tubbo, get it off right fucking now."

"Tommy chill" Tubbo snickered, pushing the daisy close to Honeypuffs again, "he's literally doing nothing."

"Yes he is! He's bloody terrorizing me-"

Tubbo paused. "Oh so you are scared then?"

Tommy turned to glare at Tubbo and instantly regretted it when he saw the shit eating grin on his best friend's face. He growled, turning away. "Shut the fuck up and just get him off."

Tubbo laughed. He eventually gave up with the daisy and held out the back of his hand to Honeypuffs. The bumblebee instantly walked onto his fingers, crawling up to his knuckles and settling down. Tubbo took the bee away from Tommy, laying back down on his stomach.

Without the bee on him, Tommy instantly sat up to glare down at Honeypuffs. "Fuck you" he growled at the small thing.

Tubbo gasped at Tommy. "Tommy! Apologize right now."

"No, this twat was freaking me out, I'm allowed to say that."

Tubbo sat up, being careful not to jostle Honeypuffs. He glared at Tommy for a moment then sighed and stood up. He went over to a rose bush and gently lowered Honeypuffs onto it.

"Wait here bud" he said gently then turned to Tommy and his whole aura changed.

His eyes narrowed and he approached Tommy slowly. "Sure you're not gonna aoplogize?"

Tommy held his head higher defiantly. "Yes."

"You're funeral."

Tubbo tackled Tommy to the grass making the younger yell out in alarm. "Tubbo! What the fuck?!"

It was probably the sleep deprivation making Tommy easy to take down, or Tubbo was really determined to extract revenge. Whatever the case, Tommy fell down like london bridge.

Tubbo instantly locked his hands onto Tommy's sides, squeezing quickly. Tommy gave a squeal, falling into a hysterical giggle fit.

"Wahahahit! Wait wait wait! Tuhuhubbo!"

His hands weren't even pinned but it wouldn't have mattered if they had been. All Tommy was doing with his hands was weakly shoving at Tubbo's arms and chest, laughing like an absolute madman.

"Apologize bitch!" Tubbo yelled, pushing through Tommy's weak defenses to attack with no remose, "say you're sorry to Honeypuffs!"

"Hohohoneypuffs cahahan gohoho fuck himsel- TUBBO! HANG ON! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! NOHOHOHO!"

Tommy curled into a ball, trying to protect his stomach that had fallen victim to Tubbo's ruthless attack.

"You know how to end this Tommy!" Tubbo giggled, switching from skittering his fingers to tazering, the tactic leaving Tommy in stitches.

"TUB-TUHUHUBBO!" Tommy managed to grip Tubbo's wrists and hold them tightly. "STOHOHOP!"

Tubbo switched tactics again, making his touch featherlight casing Tommy to, honest to god, squeal.

His laughter had started turning into wheezes much to Tubbo's amusement. Tommy attempted to roll onto his stomach to try and protect it from Tubbo's attack but immediately abandoned the escape route when Tubbo started squeezing his hips causing him to jack-knife onto his back again, letting out a high pitched yelp followed by a series of bubbly giggles.

"Tubbo! Tuhuhubbohoho plehehehese- stohohop! I cahahan't-"

Tubbo grinned. "Can't what Toms? Handle it? Should've thought of that before insulting Honeypuffs."

"Okahahay! Okay okay okay! Tuhubbo I'll apologize pleheahese juhuhust stohohop!"

Tubbo's fingers paused in their onslaught, letting Tommy get his breath back. He rested them on Tommy's sides making him flinch.

"Dohohon't" he whined weakly.

Tubbo gave a single squeeze making Tommy flinch and squeak. "Apologize then."

Through a string of giggles, Tommy managed to get out, "Ihihim sohohorry Honeheheypuhuhuffs."

Tubbo sighed dramatically. "See that wasn't so hard was it?"

He got off of Tommy, about to go retrieve his fuzzy friend from the rose bush when his ankle was grabbed, causing him to fall face first into the ground. "What in the hell-"

Weight settling on his lower back made him realise what was about to happen. "Tommy, hang on a second-"

Tommy crossed his arms above him. "Yeah no, I don't think I will."

He latched onto either side of Tubbo's ribcage and squeezed mercilessly. Tubbo shrieked, trying to push himself up from the dirt but his arms lacked the strength from both lack of sleep and the shock to his body. He crashed back down, his fists beating the grass as he laughed hysterically.

"Tohohohmmy! Tommy stohohop plehehease I'm sohohorry!"

"Oh? Youre asking me to stop, Honeypuffs are you hearing this?" Tommy looked up to the bumblebee still sitting peacefully on the rosebush. "This man right here, has the audacity to ask me to stop, when I asked the same thing earlier, do you know what he did Honeypuffs?"

"Tohohohommy plehehehese-!"

"Tubbo, be quiet, I'm trying to talk to Honeypuffs" Tommy shoved his hands under Tubbo's arms making him squeal and clamp his arms down.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted-" Tommy gently swirled his fingers in the hollows making Tubbo squeak and twist in ticklish agony. "-I requested Tubbo to stop when he was torturing me Honeypuffs, do you know what he did?"

"T-Tommy plehehease, I cahahan't tahahake thihihis-"

Tommy continued, ignoring Tubbo who was laughing like mad. "He didn't stop Honeypuffs, can you believe that?"

"Tommy I'm sohohorry alrihihight!? I'm sorry! Plehehease fohohor the love of god juhuhust stohohop!"

Tommy paused for a moment, letting Tubbo breathe. "Hmmm, let me sleep on it."

He snuck his fingers underneath Tubbo to lightly skitter across his lower belly, well aware the boy was horribly ticklish there.

Tubbo snorted, his whole body short circuiting and causing him to collapse, lost in his laughter.

"Did you seriously just snort?" Tommy's eyes danced with glee. "Oh that is too good, do it again!"

"T-Tom- Tohohohmmy" Tubbo tried to speak but the gentle nails spidering over his belly was too much for him. He gave in to the sensation, gripping the grass with tight fists as he shook with giggles.

"Awwww too ticklish Big T?" Tommy teased, occasionally pinching the skin lightly making Tubbo jolt. "Well trust me, it's about to get worse."

In one quick movement, Tommy flipped Tubbo over and yanked his shirt up. Tubbo opened his eyes just in time to see Tommy dip his head towards him.

"WAIT-"

Tommy blew the biggest raspberry he could on Tubbo's stomach, his victim withered as his laughter went silent, legs kicking out in desperation.

His voice squeaked when it came back, his laughter peppered with hiccups.

"TOMMY" He gasped through his laughter, "Tommy p-please no- I'm going to fucking die-"

"Don't exaggerate" Tommy snickered but decided to take pity.

He'd fallen victim to raspberries from both Wilbur and his parents, he knew how intensely they tickled.

And he didn't want to accidently kill his best friend after all.

Tommy pulled Tubbo's shirt back down, gently rubbing the area free from any phantom tickles.

Even at Tommy's soothing movements, Tubbo was still giggling up a storm, tears in us eyes and his face red though he tried to hide it.

"I'm not even trying to tickle you" Tommy laughed.

"Cahahan stihill feheheel ihihit" Tubbo whined, hiding his face in his hands.

Tommy laughed again getting off of Tubbo and helping him sit up, hugging him a little to help calm him. "Sorry, I forgot how much of a death spot that is for you."

"Ihihit's fine, just...don't you dare do raspberries again jesus christ, I thought I saw my life flash before my eyes."

Tommy giggled again, "And what happens if I do dare?"

Tubbo glared at him playfully. "I'll tickle you until you piss yourself."

That wasn't an empty threat.

Tommy held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, understood."

"Good" Tubbo sighed heavily, falling against Tommy's shoulder. "...I'm sleepy."

"Ugh get off me" Tommy grumbled, but made no move to shove off the smaller boy.

Tommy fell back, taking Tubbo with him. They fell with a grunt, Tubbo still pressed to Tommy's side.

"Clingy" Tommy mumbled.

"No you" Tubbo replied.

Tommy giggled quietly. "I hate you."

"Sure Clingyinnit."

"Fuck off."

Tubbo grinned. "We should probably go inside if we're gonna pass out."

"Mmm probably" Tommy made absolutely no move to shift.

That was okay by Tubbo, he was tired too.

Honeypuffs flew over now the chaos had calmed down, settling in Tubbo's hair. The boy barely reacted to the small creature, smiling up at his new bee friend.

They all passed out on the lawn, under the warm sun.

[bluesfortheredj]

A little extra to love.

Smut ahead.

A/N: Here we are; the last ever request. What an odd thing to type! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The towel you’d wrapped around yourself in the bathroom gapes open at your stomach and you can feel the cool air on your skin before you quickly grab both sides of it and hold it together to preserve some sort of dignity as you rush across the landing to your bedroom. Ben was downstairs watching the telly while you were getting ready after a long day at work, and the thought of him catching a glimpse of you in this sorry state was stomach churning. You sit down on your bed and the towel opens up completely with absolutely no hope of bringing the two ends together across your protruding belly and a for a moment you sit there with tears stinging the back of your eyes at how disgusting you felt. It had been a tough year thanks to the pandemic, but what was even tougher for you was the weight you’d gained throughout your time at home; you were already big enough at the beginning of the year but now that you were two stone heavier you felt completely defeated. All you wore these days were men’s XXL t-shirts with jogging bottoms or leggings, and most of your wardrobe had been chucked out as soon as a charity bag had been posted through your door due to half of it not even fitting any more.

“You alright up there?” Ben calls out after a few minutes of you wallowing.

“Yeah… um, I don’t think I can go tonight though… I’m not feeling very well.”

“Oh love, is there anything I can do?” he asks as you hear him ascending the stairs.

“Uh, no, no, it’s okay. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“How about I make you a cup of tea?” he offers.

“That would be perfect.”

His footsteps retreat back down the few steps he’d climbed and you breathe a long sigh of relief as you look down at your excess paunch that had grown significantly the last few months. You’d been both jubilant and hesitant at reuniting with Ben after such a long time apart, especially as you could hide your extra chins on a video call, but he’d been as sweet as he was the day he asked if you wanted to be with him, and he somehow didn’t flinch at the sight of you. You quickly get dressed into your oversized pyjamas and head downstairs to find Ben already settled into the sofa with a steaming cup of tea waiting for you on the coffee table.

“How are you feeling?”

You hold your hand out flat and shake it from side to side to indicate you were feeling a little dodgy, then he reaches out a hand to your face and gently tucks your hair behind your ear.

“You do look a little pale,” he worries.

“Think it might be a migraine coming on,” you shrug, “I don’t know.”

“Well then I guess we’ll just be staying here and cuddling on the sofa,” he smiles, “and after months of not being able to do that with you, I’m certainly not complaining.”

A hesitant smile from you greets his excited grin, and he frowns a little at your underwhelmed reaction to the fact you’d be snuggled up with your boyfriend all evening but he lets it go and puts it down to you not feeling your best. You lean forward to the table to pick up your mug and adjust your top by pulling it away from your body as you sit back up again, making sure that none of the fabric got caught in your folds. The steam from your tea wafts up into your face when you lightly blow on the liquid and you keep your eyes focused on the television in front of you as Ben shuffles a little closer so he can drape his arm around your shoulders. He was a naturally tactile person whereas you were quite the opposite, but it still didn’t excuse the times you’d rejected his intimate advances purely for the reason that you didn’t want him to see what was lurking beneath your clothes.

“Relax babe,” he says quietly before kissing the side of your head, “I can feel how tense you are, it can’t be helping your head.”

You put your now empty mug back on the coaster on the table and lean back against his arm then purposely drop your shoulders to try and relax into the side of his body, and he brings his other arm over so his hand can rest on your thigh. His touch is soft, as if a blanket had just been placed across your lap, and it’s just as comforting too after being deprived of it for so very long. His fingers begin to tap a little before he gives your leg a purposely slow squeeze then he moves up just an inch and repeats the action but adds a kiss to your temple this time, and your eyes close at the feel of his hand moving higher while his kisses move lower until his lips press against yours while his fingers squeeze down between your thighs and rub along the outside of your pyjamas.

“Ben,” you moan involuntarily against his mouth.

“Mhmm,” he hums.

Your eyes fly open as you finally recognise the situation and you gasp as you pull away from him, “sorry, I can’t… sorry.”

You rise from the couch to take your mug into the kitchen as Ben looks on with a baffled frown; this wasn’t the first time you’d rejected his advances and after such a long time apart the only conclusion that made sense to him was that you must have completely gone off the idea of being with him during lockdown. He quietly follows you out to find you standing at the sink staring out of the window listlessly, and he clears his throat to gain your attention.

“If, uh, if you’re feelings have changed then you just need to say,” he mumbles, avoiding eye contact and choosing to look around the room instead, “I can leave if you want me-”

“Ben, I’m fat,” you interrupt him.

“What?” he scoffs.

“I don’t like you touching me because I’m… overweight, fat, obese, whatever you wanna call it. I’m that. And I don’t want you to feel all… this. Not before lockdown, and especially not now.”

“I… wait… are you serious?”

“Yes of course I am.”

“So… wait a minute… why do you think I asked you out in the first place then?”

“I really have no idea,” you sigh.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), come on! I fancy the pants off you! That’s why.”

You shake your head and scoff at his comment then attempt to walk past him but he blocks your path quite defiantly and wraps his arms around your body no matter how much you fight against the comforting embrace.

“Hey, would you please stop trying to wriggle away?!” he says, his muscular arms tightening a little more around you.

A defeated sigh is breathed into his t-shirt as you finally give up on trying to escape his cuddle, but you keep your arms by your sides in one last attempt at trying to show him you weren’t completely giving in yet, and he laughs a little as he rocks you from side to side.

“So this is why you keep pushing me away, huh?” he mutters into your hair, “well I’m relieved that it’s not because you’ve gone off me, and I’m also pretty glad that you didn’t succeed in trying to get rid of me.”

He leans back and holds you at arms length before moving the hair back from your face so he could see you properly, and you avert your eyes from his intense gaze in embarrassment. His hands leave your body and you look up at him just as he lifts his top up and pulls it over his head to then throw it onto a kitchen chair behind you, then your eyes move leisurely over his torso from his stomach until they reach his plump lips.

“Everyone seems to think I have a constant six pack,” he sighs, turning sideways and placing a hand on his small tummy, “as you can see, that is very much not true. I just really love food,” he shrugs with a wobble of his stomach.

“But that’s cute… mine is bleurgh.”

“Bleurgh?” he questions with a single raised eyebrow, “can I at least judge for myself?”

“I really don’t want you seeing my stretch marks Ben.”

“Then blindfold me.”

“What?!” you half laugh.

“If you don’t want me to see them then cover my eyes, but please let me touch you.”

Your mouth opens, then closes, then opens again as you try to get your head around what he’s suggesting, and he gently takes your hands before leading you upstairs to your bedroom.

“Ah!” he exclaims excitedly when he sees a silk scarf hanging from the door of your wardrobe, “perfect. Here; blindfold me,” he winks, handing you the scarf.

“Uh… right...”

He sits down on the bed and you kneel behind him before holding the piece of soft fabric between your hands and lowering it over his face to cover his eyes then eventually secure it at the back of his head.

“I’m gonna say this now before it actually happens; if I get an erection during this then please feel free to ignore it,” he forewarns.

“Do you think you will?”

“My hands on your body… yeah, I’m pretty sure I will.”

“Oh,” you giggle, startling yourself at the fact that a girlish laugh just escaped your lips.

Your weight shifts on the bed as you move to stand up again, then you quickly switch the light off and take your position in front of Ben who now has his legs wide open for you to stand in between, and your heart rate quickens as he tentatively lifts his arms for you to take his hands. There’s a few seconds as you hesitate, but you guide his hands to the waist band of your pyjama trousers and he hooks his finger tips inside the elastic so he can pull them down slowly. They drop to the floor then you step out of them as Ben’s feather light touch glides over your legs; up and down your calves the around your thighs where he massages your skin, and he leans forward to press gentle kisses along the dimpled surface. His hands blindly feel their way up over your underwear and swiftly pull that down out of the way, then continue their journey under the cover of your top while his lips caress the skin you were so ashamed of as it hangs down above your thighs with nothing covering it for once.

“Can I take off my blindfold?” Ben whispers; his lips tickling your tummy.

You look around the room and how much light from the landing is coming through the gap in the door, then carefully pull one end of the neat little bow you’d made with the scarf so that it slips from his face, and he’s left blinking into the dim light as his eyes adjust.

“Wow,” he exhales as his hands run up and down your sides to lift your top and give him just a glimpse of your flabby pouch; this was not the reaction you were expecting.

He lets go of you briefly to wriggle out of his jeans without moving you away too much, then he pushes himself up the bed so that he’s leaning his back on the headboard with only his boxers covering his growing bulge.

“Do you want to come and sit?” he asks, patting the thigh that was nearest to you.

You nod in response and pull your top down to cover the bottom of your stomach then get on the bed and crawl up to where Ben sits with a knee either side of his leg.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs as one hand slides up your thigh and the other caresses your face, “you don’t even realise how beautiful you are do you?”

“I’m not,” you reply shyly as you lean into his touch.

“But you are,” he insists, “I love these,” he pauses to look down at your thigh as he squeezes it, “and this,” he strokes the part of your stomach that hangs lower than the rest, “and everything about this,” he smiles as he looks up at your face; his thumb sweeping across your cheek gently, “and I’ve been dreaming about the day I can show you just how much when mere words are not enough.”

“Ben,” you chuckle self consciously.

“It’s true! Now come closer,” he invites, dropping his hand from your face to your hip and guiding you forwards as far as you can go, “do you want to keep that on?” he asks, tugging at the hem of your top.

He’s met with a nod and gives you a warm smile in return, then he weaves his fingers through your hair and pulls you in for a kiss as he bends his knee slightly to press his thigh against your exposed lips. You hum with pleasure at the feel of some pressure against you, then he allows one hand to travel down your back and come to a rest on your cheeks so he can encourage you to move back and forth along his leg; your slit naturally opening up wider and allowing your sweet spot to rub against the skin. Your hands are resting on his shoulders for stability but you take one away and drag it down his torso until your fingers are able to pull the waistband of his boxers away from his body and release his erection; your hand immediately wrapping around his length once it’s free and working its way up and down the shaft with your thumb circling his tip at every opportunity it gets.

“Mhmm,” Ben purrs into your mouth as his hips twitch.

Everything feels so natural with him and even though this was your first time being intimate with one another it felt as if you knew each other’s bodies already, and when Ben diverts his kisses down along your jaw and onto your neck where he gently nibbles at your skin you can’t help but allow a moan to erupt from your throat. You can feel his finger tips digging into the soft flesh of your backside as he motivates you to move a little faster and your body responds to his touch almost instantaneously with your hand sliding along his member to match the pace that you’ve set. Pants, moans and whines fill the room along with a warm, damp atmosphere thanks to the heat your bodies were creating, and you’re soon both completely lost in the moment without a thought for anything else until Ben rests his head on your shoulder and stills as his excitement drips over your hand. You carry on stroking him slowly while your own climax builds inside but soon you have rest your hand on his stomach as your core tightens like a spring, then releases with a series of pulsations that cause a short moan to escape with each one.

“Wow,” he repeats once more.

“Yeah,” you agree breathlessly.

The two of you clean up before sinking down onto the bed in a sleepy, tangled mess and the glow of the bliss you’d just both experienced seems to add more light to the room as Ben kisses your head between strokes of your hair. His other hand slips underneath your top and rests on your stomach where his thumb runs small, comforting circles right over one of your stretch marks, and a smile spreads across your lips at the meaningful gesture.

could you do a fic where Ben and the reader have been dating but she is very insecure about being overweight and they haven't been physical yet because of it. But Ben won't give up on her and finally convinces her that he really loves her and it ends in smut when they finally sleep together and its super fluffy, passionate and romantic?

@lv7867 @aynsleywalker @pink-lemo @itisjustmethistime @mamaskillerqueen @queenslandlover-93

[romyr4]

The swing

Rating: Not under 18 

Warning: FUCKING CHEMISTRY and SMUT

A/n: Another one guys. These two inspire me more than anything right now. So Frances is just chilling in the swing at the end of episode 6 before Carmel comes to her. What if Carmel doesn't come, but someone else...

Frances is sitting on the swing as she lightly sways back and forth. The soft nature sounds make her mind wander to what happened today. The dream she had about Paul Drabble, the terrible kiss between her and Tony, and his confession towards her. She smiles and can’t help but think about that kiss over and over again.

Her fingertips trace her bottom lip as if she still can feel his beard on her delicate skin. The swaying makes her close her eyes as she focuses on the memory.

His breathing accelerated as they part their lips. His brown eyes watching every move she makes. Her fingers brushing through his beard as she bites her lip slightly. The feeling of desire rushing through her veins while she tries to think how it would feel if the kiss wasn’t terrible. His body is on her when they fall over. She can feel his hard shaft poking her thigh as he tries to brace himself with his hands on the ground.

“Fuck.” She murmurs as she can feel her excitement grow again. Her mind going back to the question: How would sex be with him? Her lady parts spring alive as she thinks about his big hands doing unspeakable things to her. His tongue licking every part of her hot skin.

“Here you are.” Her eyes shoot open and she looks at Tony. He is smiling and he is wearing his signature sweatpants and a faded t-shirt. He isn’t wearing his hat and she wants to stroke his head with her hands. She stops swinging and he sits beside her.

“Hi.” She says softly while trying not to look at his face. She is still on a high only from the thought of him being inside her. He pushes his feet off the ground so they are swinging again. He looks her over once… okay maybe twice or more. He has been thinking about her lips and hands all day long.

She shifts as she tries to get the pain in her back to subside. The fall they had together is now getting to her back and the pain is excruciating. “Are you okay?” His voice startles her and she looks at him. His worried face makes her want to cuddle him. She scoots a little closer to him and puts her hand on his knee.

“I am fine, my back is just killing me. I guess the drugs have lost their effects on that.” She blushes as his large hand goes to her back and rubs it gently. His gaze is oozing sex and she needs to look away or she will jump him.

“Can I do anything about it?” He wants to make her feel better like she makes him feel better. Her presence is enough for him to be more relaxed and love life more. He doesn’t have the dark thoughts anymore and he will be forever grateful to her for that.

“Can you massage it gently?” She asks shyly, trying hard not to think about what more he can do with those massive hands of his. She swallows audibly and he watches her every move.

“Sure.” He says and moves behind her on the swing. The huge thing is big enough for the whole group to sit on, but here they are just the two of them. His long legs slide beside either side of her and she can’t do anything but chuckle. He is so much taller than she is. “What are you laughing about?”

She laughs harder and her shoulders shake violently. “How does it come you are so tall and I am this little leprechaun.” She is still chuckling when he settles fully against her backside and she gasps at what is happening between his legs.

“Your fun-size Frances.” He whispers against her neck as his hands go to her lower back. His breath makes her mind foggy and she holds onto the swing with both hands. He feels her body relax instantly and he tries to slow down his own body from reacting to her soft curves.

“Fun-size huh?” She says with a sultry voice as her head slowly falls back on his chest as his thumbs dig into her sore back. She moans lightly and she can feel his body react to it so she does it again just to spite him.

He clears his throat and shifts a little so he is no longer poking her with his well-endowed stick. “Yeah, you know like snickers.” He says while digging hard into her lower back and she arches her back while she loses her balance. He wraps one of his arms around her and she falls back against him. “Careful there.”

Suddenly out of breath she is having a sense of being secured by this man. His large chest pressing against her back and his large hand balancing her on her stomach. She exhales audibly while she closes her eyes. She can smell his scent and it is pure man. Her head is now half in his neck and she has the urge to lick it, desperately.

“Are you comparing me to candy, really?” She can hear him chuckle and the vibration goes through her. She smiles as her eyes are still closed and his hand leaves her stomach to go back to her back to massage her some more. He is really good at this.

“Well, you are very delicious.” His mouth is dry as he can see her face and her eyes are closed. Her breath is ragged and he loses it a little when she licks her lips. His manhood is growing inside of his pants and his hands want to do far more than just massaging her.

“Do I now?” She knows she is challenging him and she wants to know what he will do if she drives him totally crazy. Her mind wanders off to a hot place and she gasps while opening her eyes. She can see that he is looking at her intently with a wicked smile on his lips. Hmm… those lips.

He smiles when her eyes look into his and he knows what she is doing. I can play that game too. “I can only answer that honestly when I have tasted every last inch of your body.” That does it as she shifts in between his legs and rubs her voluptuous ass against his hard-on. He groans and she smiles.

His hand creeps up around her waist and she slowly turns around to face him. She is now in between his legs on her knees and she can see he is loving her on her knees. She puts one hand on either side of his hips and he swallows hard. She crawls towards him until her face is close to his. “Why don’t you try?” She raises an eyebrow and he loses it.

He crashes his lips on hers as his hands slide up her legs. He pushes against her ass when his hands arrive there so she can straddle him. Her hands are in his hair and she moans against his lips. His tongue forces entrance into her mouth and meet hers in a battle for dominance.

She pushes against his chest and they break the kiss as he lies back down while she sits up fully. She traces her index finger on his chest until it finds the hem of his shirt and pushes it up. He gets his back off the swing and she pulls his shirt off. She watches his broad chest and scratches it lightly with her fingernails. Her eyes darken as her hands follow his stomach and go further south.

He grabs her wrists and shakes his head. “I want to taste you first.” He says and she bites her lip. He guides her face to his again in a searing kiss. When he deepens it he can feel her hips bucking against his erection. He pulls at her dress until it is around her waist. He discovers her soft bare legs and he slides his hands up and onto her ass. He squeezes lightly and he can hear her moan.

She breaks the kiss to look down at him again. He smiles wickedly at her as he spanks her and she gasps. “Move over my face baby.” He whispers, but it sounds like he is in her ear. Her cheeks color a bright red as her knees go over his shoulders and he places both his hands on her waist. She doesn’t lower her body onto him and one of his hands goes to her panties. He moves them aside and stretches his neck so he can finally taste her.

Her breath catches in her throat when his tongue makes contact with her already sensitive hole. He latches his lips on her bundle of nerves and sucks hard. She screams in ecstasy and lowers her body on his face. Her hands weave into his hair and tug on it to get more friction.

His tongue slides back and forth multiple times as her hips rock on his tongue. He slides his tongue inside of her and he feels her walls clench him. His hands go to her butt and he slaps her hard. She braces herself against the back of the swing as she feels the sting on her ass mixed with the pleasure that his tongue is giving her.

“Please Tony.” She begs as she fucks his face. He slaps her again, again and again. The sting making her more aroused. She can feel her excitement building in the lower part of her belly and she knows she is close.

He can feel her walls tighten and he knows she is going to explode any second. He pulls his tongue out of her and he smiles when she whines. He puts his lips around her nub again and sucks hard. She grinds against his face and he bites lightly on her swollen bean and she falls over the edge.

She screams his name as he licks her clean from her orgasm. She spasms against his tongue and he has to keep her steady. Her breath is stocking as she comes down from her high. She looks down at him and moves back over his body. She kisses him sweetly and she can taste herself on his tongue, making her turned on all over again.

When her legs are back beside his waist she breaks the kiss and looks at him. “My turn.” She smirks and he laughs at her as she pulls his pants down and frees his aching member. She licks her lips when she looks at his big shaft. Will that fit?

She descents her head and slowly envelops her lips around his cock. She swirls her tongue around his head and he can no longer look at her as he lets himself fall back on the swing. One of his hands goes into her hair as her head bobs up and down. “Fuck.” He whispers as she goes lower, taking him fully inside her wet mouth.

He can feel her gag a little and he can’t do anything but smile about the size of his sex. Her hand plays with his balls while the other hand strokes him up and down as her tongue moves around his dick. With a pop, he is out of her mouth and he looks up at her. Her hair is disheveled and she has a devilish smile on her face.

Her head lowers once again and she licks the underside of his member from the base to his leaking tip. His hips buck up involuntarily and she smiles again. She comes down again and takes him into her mouth, licking off the pre-cum of the tip. She takes him into her mouth and sucks hard, making him groan loudly as he falls back again.

He tries not to move his hips, scared to make her gag. He is close to his release and when she hums while having him in her mouth he loses it. He pulls lightly at her hair, trying to get her to understand he is coming. When she goes even deeper and hums again he can’t take it anymore.

He comes hard inside her throat and she milks him for everything he has got to offer. She swallows and licks him clean. He is breathing heavily and can’t feel his legs anymore. She takes him out of her mouth and straddles him again. “Give me a moment.” He says breathily and she giggles.

She kisses him sweetly and rubs her wet pussy over his soft dick. He gasps and she pushes her tongue into his mouth. The movement she is making causes him to slowly get hard again. She breaks the kiss and goes to his ear with her lips. “Round two?” She whispers and he rams his hips upwards and his manhood presses against her sweet spot, making her moan.

“Fuck yeah.” He says as she guides him into her. She stills instantly and so does he. He can see that he is big for her and he is stretching her painfully. She breathes heavily as she starts to move slowly. Her hands are on his chest and his hands are on her ass.

He lets her take him in any way she likes. She lowers herself onto him and they kiss. It’s sloppy and sweet. Her ass jiggles every time she comes down on his pole. He squeezes her cheeks as she accelerates her movements. They look into each other's eyes. “Please.” She says and he stills her motion completely.

He looks at her and asks her permission with his eyes and she nods shyly. He guides her so she is pressed against his chest and her ass is up. With a lot of stamina, he thrusts into her and she moans loudly. It eggs him on and he goes faster. Moving in and out of her as he plunges into her.

Her walls tighten around him and he is as close as she is to the sweet release they are both chasing. He drives in and out of her like a madman and she peaks as she convulses around his dick and he can’t hold back any longer. His movements become erratic and he climaxes as well, emptying himself into her. They are both breathing heavily as she collapses on him.

After a minute he envelops her in his arms as he slowly moves out of her. She is now with her head on his chest and one of her legs over his. Her breathing slows down and after another minute he knows she is asleep. He grabs a blanket and covers them both.

“Goodnight, buddy.” He smiles as he whispers into her hair. He closes his eyes and it doesn’t take long before he falls asleep as well with the most important woman in the world to him in his arms.

A/n: what do you think?

[echo-hiraeth]

Chapter 7: El Hombre con el Corazón Ardiente

Part of the “Illicit Limerence” series

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: After finally standing up for herself, Javier takes it upon himself to treat her to a lovely evening together. Yet the mere idea of what happened and what might still happen won’t let go of him.

Warnings: swearing, angst, suggestive sexual content, nudity, arguing, mentions of abusive household 

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“How’s that?”

You let out a moan, the mixture of his hot hands and the aroma of the water just plain entrancing.

He lowers his hand to that particularly sore spot on your lower back, rubbing it just the right way. “Words, hermosa..”

“Mhmm, ‘sgood, very good.. don’t stop”, you mutter groggily, eyes threatening to shut any second.

His breath fans against your ear as he huffs out a chuckle, lips pressing to the tender skin there. “Don’t fall asleep, we’re just getting started.”

As his hands move around to your front, softly grazing the underside of your stinging breasts, you flinch a bit. “Ten cuidado”, you whisper, lips moving against his cheek. (Be careful.)

“¿Confías en mí?”, he questions, thumbs rubbing over your hardening peaks. (Do you trust me?)

“Mhmm, depends..”, you teased, smirking up at him.

He frowned at you, trying his hardest not to smirk right back. “On what?”

“I trust you with my life in the field.. but at home.. seeing how you nearly burnt down the apartment like half an hour ago.. I’m not so sure..”

He grabbed a hold your chin, forcing you to look straight up at him. “Don’t get too mouthy now, hermosa.”

You leaned back a bit more, lips brushing past his. “I’ll do with this mouth as I please.”

He bit his bottom lips, hand sliding down to your throat. “As much as I want to take you up on that.. you need to heal up a bit more first.”

“I know, I just enjoy gaging reactions”, you purred, taking his hand off your throat.

“Never took you as the brat kind of girl.”

You pressed your lips to his for a short, sweet kiss. “You’ll find I’m full of surprises, agente Peña.”

Having keened his interest, you peeled his arms off of you, grabbing onto the rim of the tub as you went to stand. “W-where are you going?”

“Water’s getting cold”, you sighed, wrapping a towel around yourself. “And I would’ve fallen asleep.”

He got out of the bathtub as well, reaching for the other towel on the rack. “Your back feel any better?”

“Loads”, you walked up behind him, resting your chin on his bare shoulder as you captured his gaze in the foggy mirror. “Thank you.”

“You did good today.. I know it wasn’t easy but you’re doing the right thing”, he softly spoke, drying his torso.

“I’m sure others would disagree”, you sighed, slipping on the silky chemise that you’d laid out for the night. “I-I’m just really scared of having to go to court about it.”

He adjusted the fallen strap on your left shoulder, dragging his fingers to your cheek, holding them there. “We have hard evidence and maybe even witnesses. Whatever happens, I’ll be right here with you, corazón, every step of the way.”

“Ah fuck”, you muttered under your breath, tugging at the hem of your chemise.

“Feeling sick? Cramp? What’s wrong?”, Javier hovered over you, immediately turning around.

“Oh no, no, I’m okay, just.. this doesn’t fit”, you chuckled.

He looked at the way the fabric didn’t stretch over your hips, smugly smiling. “It’s all those hot meals Lopez gave you.”

“Or it’s the fact that you knocked me up”, you retorted, playfully smacking his behind.

“Take my shirts until you can buy some new stuff”, he suggested, ruffling a smaller towel through his damp hair.

You pecked his shoulder, walking out of the bathroom to pull a t-shirt out of his bag. As you turned you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Oh wow, yeah, your breasts did look a bit fuller and your lower belly had somewhat of a curve to it. You turned a bit, watching yourself from the side and hesitantly put a hand on your swollen abdomen. It wasn’t necessarily a noticeable bump yet, but it was there.

“You look beautiful”, his voice sounded.

You whipped your head in his direction, his figure looking impossibly broad leaning against the doorway like that. “You’re just saying that because of these”, you taunted, gesturing towards your chest.

“I’m saying it because it’s true.” He walked over to you, grabbing the shirt from your hands and slipping it over your head. “But if you don’t cover those up I won’t be able to control myself.”

He gave a flustered chuckle when you pushed the fabric up against your nose. “Smells like you..”

“Fucking weirdo. Let’s go make some food.”

 Javier had improvised a dinner with whatever he could find in your cupboards and fridge. He managed to cook up some homemade garlic bread while you sliced and diced some vegetables for the main course, promising a great start to the evening.

When you’d practically inhaled half a piece, he grabbed a hold of your wrist. “Slow down, you’re gonna choke.”

You took another bite, closing your eyes as you fucking savoured it. “You’re making this every day now.”

“I almost burned the apartment down, again”, he reminded you.

You laughed, giving him the opportunity to take the half-eaten piece of bread from your hand. He shoved it into his own mouth, winking at you. You gave him an offended look, crossing your arms as you stared into his eyes. “That was a hate crime.”

“C’mon, you were gonna be full before dessert, I did you a favour here”, he taunted, wiping some left-over butter off your chin.

You smiled at him, cuddling into his chest: “Shut up. Now hands off, I need to check on the chicken.”

He laid back in the couch, watching as you made your way over to the kitchen, the fabric of his shirt swaying in rhythm with your strides. “Need any help?”

“Nope! Do you want a beer?”, you called.

Javier could get used to this. He never really imagined himself a family man, but spending the evening just in your company? That didn’t seem so unlikely anymore. The way he’d catch you looking at him, eyes shimmering with unspoken words of affirmation and adoration, he could tell you were happy. He couldn’t grasp it though, the fact that somebody as sweet and pure as you would ever settle for a mess like him. Maybe he was somewhat of a project to you, or maybe, just maybe you loved him as much as you’d claimed earlier that day. His heart raced just from looking at you. The way you were stood in that mirror earlier, cupping the slight swell of your belly, it had triggered something within his deeper conscience. He’d never admit it though – well, maybe one day, but tonight, tonight was good enough the way it was. Just the two of you in that damn apartment, getting to know one another. As much as he was enjoying the moment, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat conflicted about what had been revealed to him back at the office. The recounting of your childhood conflicts and traumas not leaving his mind, even as he watched you twirl around the kitchen, teeth-baring grin plastered on that precious face of yours. How in the hell did you do it, how in the hell were you this strong. He’d been wanting to talk about it all night, wanting to know everything, but he’d decided that you could use a break, even if it was just for one night.

“Hola Peña, ayudarme!” (Hey, help me)

He immediately got up from the couch, joining you at the stove. “Did you say something?”

“Yeah, just get me two plates and like a spatula”, you instructed, turning the knobs on the furnace.

He passed you the utensil, two plates balancing on his other arm. “So we uh, we’re like a thing now, right?”

You found the time to look at him and raise an eyebrow. “Are you joking?”

“Thought I’d confirm before like.. grabbing your ass at work or something.”

“Grabbing my- take these damn plates to the couch before I beat your ass”, you giggled.

He did as you asked, smirking to himself, thinking of the perfect comeback. “Gotta tell Lopez and Suarez somehow.”

“I swear if you bring it up one more time I will not have sex with you for a week.”

 The rest of the night was spend on the couch with a tub of vanilla ice cream to be shared between the both of you. You’d eventually just gone to watching tv, too tired and sore to do literally anything else. Javier didn’t complain though, God knows he was exhausted as well. It was no surprise really when he fell asleep with your head in his lap, fingers suddenly stilled in your hair. You’d noticed he was out before dozing off yourself, mouth slightly agape, drooling a bit. The two of you had been there for about an hour, completely knocked out when Javier suddenly jolted awake, startling you.

“Shit, sorry”, he gasped.

You sat up, placing a hand on his heaving chest. “What’s the matter, Javi?”

“Just a stupid dream, but I’m fine”, he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Sit tight baby, I’ll get you some water.”

He closed his eyes, tipping his head back as he focused on getting his heartrate down. This hadn’t happened in a while, well he hadn’t slept that much anyway, so go figure. When he had nightmares they were never about himself but about others and this time it was about you. He didn’t know what your dad looked like, not even in the slightest, but the picture he created in his head was enough to make his blood boil.

“Here, drink up.”

He eagerly took the glass from your hands, downing it in just a few gulps, his breathing somewhat slower. As you got up to refill it for him, he tugged you back over to him. “Please just.. sit with me..”

You put the glass on the coffee table, taking a seat on his lap, a leg on either side of him. Balling up the shirt’s fabric in your hand, you gently swiped it across his sweaty forehead. “Wanna talk about it?”, you cooed, brushing some stray locks behind his ear.

“Just give me a minute, then we can go to bed”, he slurred, resting his head against your sternum.

The two of you sat there for half a dozen minutes, just wrapped up in each other. It was silences like these you cherished. The only sound his breathing which got calmer by the minute until eventually he was perfectly fine again, pressing a kiss to your neck before looking up at you. You let out a squeak as he cupped your bottom, standing up with you wrapped around him. He carried you into the bathroom, setting you down on the counter there.

“I’m gonna get some more water, you get ready, okay?”

By the time he was ready for bed, you were already sat on the mattress, writing down a grocery list as he emerged. “M’gonna head out to the market tomorrow, need some stuff”, you declared, pen wedged between your teeth.

“Just wake me up, I’ll come with.”

“I was actually hoping to go and meet Connie as well and help her out with Olivia.”

He took his shirt off before sliding under the covers. “I’ll take Steve out then”, he added, rubbing a hand over your thigh. “C’mere querida, I’m not done with you yet.”

 When you fell asleep exactly, you had no idea, but it took a loooong time. Longer than usual, especially considering the other half of the bed was constantly moving. Whether it was tossing from his left to his right or accidentally sucker-punching you in his flailing, you couldn’t pinpoint. You’d nonetheless made your way out of the arena, taking you pillow to the couch. It wasn’t as comfy as your bed, but the risk of a broken nose was significantly smaller.

You woke up to a pair of lips pressed to your head, a hand on your shoulder. “Did I say something bad?”, he joked.

You nuzzled deeper into your pillow, not wanting to open your eyes, painfully fatigued. “Fuck you.”

“That bad huh?”, he continued, kneeling down in front of you.

“Nearly kicked me out of the bed”, you mumbled groggily, opening one eye to look at him.

He pecked your forehead again, rubbing a hand through your hair. “Tell you what, you go back to bed and I’ll run down to the bakery for some breakfast.”

“I’m gonna be like.. really really hungry though.”

“I’ll get you the good stuff, now get back in bed.”

You kissed his lips as you sat up, swatting his bum in passing. The bed had never felt so fucking snug before, as you flopped down. Falling back asleep almost as soon as you hit the pillow. You’d get your revenge later, but for now, you’d linger in the warmth of his pillow.

As Javier headed down to the shop, he took the scenic route, aka going to the office. He was a nervous wreck knowing your case could’ve been reviewed already. He just needed to know, he couldn’t get it out of his head at this point. He was surprised to find Steve there, giving him a knowing look before joining him at the desk.

“And?”

“They approved, should get a response somewhere next week.”

Javier let out a sigh of relief, leaning back on the desk. “Thank fucking Christ.”

“Think she’ll be okay?”, his partner asked, genuine concern in his tone.

“She’s fine, if it was up to me he would’ve been rotting in there already.”

“It’s not that easy okay, she still had ties with her sisters… she just didn’t want to lose it all over-“

“Over her own fucking safety?”, he scolded. “I mean shit, probably would have never even told me if she didn’t get her ass handed to her.”

Steve shuffled on his feet, motioning for his partner to calm down. “It’s not something she talks about. Don’t take it personally, I knew her for years and also found out that way.”

“Don’t take it pers– that’s the mother of my fucking child, man! Can’t get much more personal than that!”

“You wanna play daddy now huh, take care of your girl? Don’t fucking forget who made her run home in the first place Peña.”, Steve snarled, poking his friend in the chest.

He grabbed two fistfuls of Murphy’s jacket, face dangerously close to his, eyes glaring into his. “You know jack shit.”

“You gonna get sick of this one too? Find another altar to leave her at?”

“I was there holding her when she screamed and cried, for hours, I kept myself together for her, still do. And you, you fucking just watched her get destroyed and ripped apart and didn’t do shit! Don’t even try to talk down to me man, check yourself!” He was shaking with rage, chest heaving in between strings of broken screams and curses. “I burn for her.”

Deciding to be the bigger person, he turned around, heading out of the office. He wasn’t perfect, hell, far from it, but he wasn’t about to let that fucker get to him. He was bigger, better than this. So he did what he knew best, going for a drive. As he pulled up to the sandwich shop, like he’d promised the anger has somewhat left his body, the only remnant the protruding vein on his neck and the furrow of his brows.

When he walked back into the apartment he was met with a welcoming silence. He left his shoes and keys at the door, just the way you liked it and headed straight for the bedroom. You were cuddled up in the sheets, lips perked up in an adorable pout.

I burn for her.

Even peacefully asleep you set his heart aflame, unleashed the passions he’d hidden away years ago. You brought out the things he kept tucked away, for fear of what might happen if they were ever to be unleashed again. Something about the way you touched him, the way you talked to him, the way you just treated him in general made him feel safe and rooted. It made him feel like a person, the monstrous persona he’d become chipping away with every brush of your lips. You were it for him, all he ever needed and all he’d ever want, you were his everything. Maybe one day he could tell you, maybe one day he could find the right words to say to you, he sure as hell wanted to.

It was a bit past noon at this point, the sun starting to shine through the curtains. The beams cast the room in a yellowy hue, the sheets looking incredibly inviting and soft in this light. He set down the bag on the other side of the bed, slowly sitting down, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You blinked a few times, squinting as you adjusted to the brightness within the room. “What time is it?”

The two of you sat in bed, eating sandwiches and just enjoying the slow day. He’d told you he went to the office and ran into Murphy, he discretely let out the part where he almost choked him out, instead said something about Connie and him being unavailable today. You insisted you could handle yourself for some groceries, but Javier’s big stubborn brain had reasoned again anything of the sorts. So not too soon after the two of you found yourselves in the centre of Bogotá, the market to be precise.

He admired the way you talked to the locals and the way they seemed to know you, smiling and offering you kind words as you passed by them. Despite being the one to insist he come along, he found himself bored within minutes, straying from your side a bit when he thought you took too long deciding between fucking soap or towels. Javier had always been a simple man, not one to stop and enjoy the finer things, but with you here, he didn’t mind it all that much. Somewhere along the way you’d pointed out a small café, wanting to grab a quick drink before finishing up on your shopping. He’d of course agreed, Javier Peña wasn’t one to turn down a fresh, cold beer.

“¿Es mi niña?”, an elderly woman called out to you.

You got up and enveloped the lady in a heartfelt embrace. As she kissed your face all over, Javier just quirked a brow, perplexed at the sight.

“Dios mío, ¿ese es él tipo?“, the woman cooed, “Muy guapo.” (My goodness, is that him? Very handsome.)

You blushed a bit at her words, before slowly nodding. “Rosita, este es mi novio.“ (This is my boyfriend.)

“Perdón, ¿me estoy perdiendo algo?”, Javier intervened, not sure what to make of the situation. (Sorry, but am I missing something?)

Rosita walked off after you asked her for something, giving you the opportunity to turn back to Javier. “I met her before I went home. She spotted me in the square and offered me a drink. I told her about what a jerk you were.”

He huffed out an awkward laugh before stowing his aviators in his breast pocket. “De acuerdo, soy un imbécil”, he smirked, sitting down across from you. “Nothing you didn’t know beforehand.” (All right, I’m a jerk.)

“Mhm, but a very persuasive one”, you teased with a teeth-baring smile.

“Persuasive huh?”, he taunted, leaning forward a bit, “You better behave, hermosa, no se burle de mí..” (Don’t tease me.)

He leaned back in his seat as Rosita set two glasses on the table. “Bueno, ¿cómo está el bebé?”, she asked excitedly, sitting between the both of you. (Well, how’s the baby?)

The two of you quickly caught up to speed on the whole baby thing while Javier just sat back and listened. He didn’t get the whole fussing about it, he actually found it rather annoying and off-putting, the way people would obsess over you and your baby. Eventually the conversation turned back around and Rosita was decidedly interrogating Javier on his behaviour towards you.

“Bueno, ¿y tú la estás tratando bien?” Her tone left no room for arguing or dishonesty, eyes glaring into his own, making him shift in his seat. (Well, are you treating her right?)

“Hago lo mejor que puedo, señora.. pero es del tipo testarudo”, he answered, winking at you. (I try my best ma’am.. but she’s rather stubborn.)

The old woman laughed, putting a hand over his: “Eso es lo que me gusta escuchar.” (That’s what I like to hear.)

 After about another half hour of the chitchatting you finally returned to the market, to Javier’s relief. He adored the old woman, but small talk and “high tea” wasn’t really his strong suit. He preferred drinking with the guys, free of puny conversation topics such as stretchmarks and morning sickness. You seemed to be enjoying yourself however, hence why he stayed seated, rather than finishing up your shopping himself. The two of you were casually walking through the stands, a feet or two apart, not wanting to raise too much suspicion in case any sicarios should see the two of you together. No matter where, Javier was always on his toes, having been familiar with the cartel’s practices for quite some time now. So when you’d go buy vegetables at one stand, he’d go admire the spices at the next one over, occasionally sneaking peaks at you. You were doing exactly that when he found himself in front of a stand with children’s toys and clothes. He rolled his eyes, cursing himself for just not walking ahead as the woman smiled at him.

“¿Puedo ayudarte en algo, cariño?”, she asked nicely.

He looked down at the table, sputtering out something about just looking when his eyes land on the tiniest set of little socks. He can’t help himself and finds the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly. They were nothing special, just a pair of plain white socks with some yellow stripes on them, but something about them made him pull out his wallet.

He stuffed them in his back pocket, turning around to see you over at the next vendor already, stocking up on the last of your groceries. Later – he thought – I’ll tell her later.

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[moondustis]

new things: blow my mind (m)

pairing: seo johnny + reader genre: smut (content warning: anal) word count: 2,4k summary: You open the box slowly but excitedly, getting rid of the wrapping paper to be met with the last thing you would ever have guessed, a shiny butt plug. It’s like the ones you see on the internet, with the bedazzled tip and all you can let out is a small ‘oh’.

The first time it happens it’s a surprise.

You’re so close. So close you can feel the warmth on your lower belly about to explode. And Johnny is fucking you so good, thrusting fast and deep and holding your hips high in the air to his liking. You can’t do anything but grip at the sheets and burry your face in the pillow to muffle your moans.

“I-I’m fucking close.” You let him know and his hand grips your ass tightly, spreading your cheeks to his liking.

“Yeah?” His voice is low, almost a grunt as he snaps his hips just right. “Gonna cum all over me?”

His words make your exposed hole flutter and maybe that’s what makes him do it. The press of his wet thumb against your puckered hole makes a shiver run through your body, your lips parting in shock as much as in pure arousal.

He doesn’t say anything, just keeps fucking you with hard thrusts and when his thumb presses further on you, barely getting inside, you let a high moan before you’re coming all over him in a blinding orgasm.

Afterwards, when you’re both cuddling in silence, almost falling asleep, you think about it briefly and you know he does too. It was never something that came up in conversations or during sex, and it wasn’t something you honestly had in the top of your wishlist. But it had felt good, your orgasm proof of if, and maybe trying wouldn’t hurt.

-

The second time it happens, it’s planned.

“I’ve got a gift for you.” Johnny says, dropping his car keys on the counter before he’s walking over to where you’re on the couch. He sounds weirdly bashful.

“Oh, what is it?” You ask, surprised but he doesn’t give you any clues, just gives you the box and sits next to you with a tiny smile on his lips.

You open the box slowly but excitedly, getting rid of the wrapping paper to be met with the last thing you would ever have guessed, a shiny butt plug. It’s like the ones you see on the internet, with the bedazzled tip and all you can let out is a small ‘oh’.

His face falls slightly at your reaction, or better yet lack of and he’s quick to start apologizing. “Is it too forward? Fuck, I should have asked first, right? I just thought that after that time you might lik-

You interrupt him before he can say anything else. “I love it, Johnny.” Your words are sincere, because even if this wasn’t something you discussed before, it was still something you’d get to try with him and that made you excited.

“You do?” His voice is hopeful again, his lips curving in tentative smile.

You nod, looking at the plug one more time before you’re finally facing him. “Yeah, and I wanna try it.” You hope you sound as excited as you feel. “With you.”

“For real? I mean, you don’t have to feel obligated to just because I bought you this.”

“I don’t.” You’re quick to cut him off again, looking down shiny at your next words. “I really want to. I — It felt good, that time...with your finger.”

His smile grows at your confession, one of his hands coming to rub at your cheek affectionally, an action too heartwarming for the conversation you’re having. “Okay, we’ll give it a try, then.”

And you do. A week later Johnny has you on his bed, on all fours as you hide your face in the pillows in extreme embarrassment at being so exposed. He’s knelt behind you, a bottle of lube by his side as he works one finger inside of you with slow movements.

It’s a weird feeling but not at all unpleasant and Johnny seems to think so too, by how breathy his voice sounds when he’s asking “Okay?”

You nod against the pillow. “Y-yeah.” Your words are muffled and sounding too strained.

“Good.” He praises, removing the finger for a second to squeeze more lube onto his fingers, rubbing it around the hole you had gone out of your way to get cleaned, just for this. “Gonna add another one, okay?”

You nod again, whimpering when he presses another finger in, pushing both of them with a little difficulty. It was a tight fit, making him have to add more lube so he could move them and leaving you with the doubt that maybe you wouldn’t be able to do this. Wouldn’t be able to take the plug, and let alone, his dick.

But you wanted to, so much. You wanted to please Johnny, yes, but you also desperately wanted to know how he would feel inside of you considering the insistent push of his fingers already felt really good.

He works you open, scissoring his fingers and making you whine until you both agree you’re ready to try the plug.

“Need you to relax for me, angel.” His voice is soothing as he rubs your back, trying to get you to relax.

“Okay.” You take a deep breath, that immediately turns into a inhale as you feel the cold tip of the plug against your hole. It’s a small size, thicker in the middle but with a small tip so it’s easier to get inside.

He pushes it in slowly, muttering comforting words, until it finally slips in. You let out a gasp at the sensation of it stretching you open. “Uhm, you’re doing so well, baby.” He moves his free hand to wrap it around your thigh so he can press his fingers against your clit in an attempt to distract you. “Such a good girl.”

It works, the words and his fingers distract you enough that he can press the plug even further in, half of it now inside as your fingers grab tightly at the sheets at the slight burn.

He continues working on your clit, circling it as he pushes the plug deeper and deeper, praise after praise coming from his mouth. “Fuck — you look so hot.” His voice sounds wrecked and when you peek behind your shoulder you can see his face matches it, as he gawks at the way you’re taking the plug in.

“Oh — Oh my fucking god.” Is what comes from your lips when you finally manage to get all of it inside. You feel full, there’s no other way to describe it, and you don’t think it could feel more than that until Johnny is working two of his fingers inside your cunt, sinking them deep as the wet sound fills the room.

“Yeah? Feels good?” His thumb presses on your clit, continuing the circling motions and you moan against the pillow, nodding in a frantic way as your orgasm approaches.

It’s when he pulls the plug barely out and pushes it deep inside again, fingers still pressing inside your pussy, that you come with a strangled moan of what sounds like his name. It leaves you seeing white as your squeeze around him and around the plug in a torturing way.

You’ve barely gotten your breath back when your hear his muttered curses and next thing you know he’s removing his fingers from you, only to replace them with his hardness. Your lips part in a scream as the feeling of being so full in both holes consume you and he pistons his hips into yours with no mercy.

It doesn’t last long because he comes fast, squeezing your hips tightly as he coats your deepest walls, the plug still very much deep inside of you.

-

When the real thing actually happens, it’s because you can’t wait anymore.

The plug becomes a constant presence in your sex life. Every time Johnny fucks you, the plug is there as if a reminder of what else was to come, because the both of you had agreed it would be better to wait and get you read before you actually did it.

So you wait until you can’t anymore, which doesn’t take long because Johnny has a way of getting you worked up easily. He has his tongue on your clit, circling around it in a pace that drives you mad, while one of his hands works the plug on your ass, with slow but definitely there strokes that make you finally snap. “Johnnyyy.” You practically wail, hands gripping at the bed sheets.

He looks at you with puppy eyes, mouth still around your as his words come out muffled. “Hmm? What is it?”

Another push of the plug has your hips raising from the bed. “I — Ah, I-I’m ready.” You say but it doesn’t get the reaction you wanted.

He just smirks and continues eating you out, only stopping to say “Wanna make you come again first.”

And you’ve had enough, letting out a whine deep in your chest. “Ughnn. I-I mean I’m ready for your— “You get weirdly shy for someone with a plug inside of you. “For your cock... in my ass.”

His eyes go wide for a second, movement faltering but then he’s chuckling, because this is Johnny we are talking about. “Oh my, didn’t know you had that mouth on you.”

You groan, because of course he would tease you while you’re in such a vulnerable position, with your ass literally on display for him. “Shut up.” You hope the look you give him from behind your shoulder is intimidating enough. “Remember I’m literally letting you fuck-“

“Your pretty little ass.” He finishes for you with a smile and a playful slap to your left cheek. “I know that, baby. And I’m so, so grateful for it.”

He says it like you’re about to achieve world peace and it makes you giggle too. That is, until he’s pushing the plug further in one more time before pulling it out slowly, a sudden moan leaving your lips. “Are you ready for real?” He asks, brushing your hair in a loving way as you nod. “We’re not in a rush.”

“I am. Please.” You add for good measure and with that you watch as he moves from the bed quickly to grab a condom.

You’re nervous, of course, but not as nervous as the first time you tried it. Johnny was larger than the plug, you knew and were about to feel it soon. But you could handle it, liked to think so at least.

You let out a deep breath as he gets behind you on his knees again, the bed dipping with his weight. He runs a hand through your cheeks, spreading them so he can apply more of the strawberry scented lube he purchased as a joke once.

“Oh.” You shiver when he presses two of his fingers to your hole, spreading the pink gel around.

“Easy, we’re just getting started.” His voices holds promise to it and you can feel yourself shivering in anticipation.

His hands keeps spreading you open until you feel the press of his cock against you, a low curse coming from his lips and that is overwhelming by itself. But he pushes further on. “Fuck, you’re tight.” His breathing sounds labored already. “Didn’t the fucking plug do anything?”

You moan when he finally gets inside, just a bit more than the head. “I - I can take it. Please.” You blabber because you really want to do this, to please him. And you’re so wet, can feel the heat consuming your body. “I can take it.”

He massages your back in a soothing motion. “I know you can. Such a good girl for me.” You bask in the praise while he gives you another stroke of his hips, getting more of him inside and your head swims in pleasure. “But we’ll go slow. Slowly- Ah, shit.”

He has to add more lube so he can finally get fully inside, his hips pressed against you and the noises he lets out makes it even better. “Feels good?”

“U-huh.” You feel full and you wish you could find a better word to describe it but that’s all you can think of. It burns just a little but the feeling of having all of him inside of you makes you almost desperate. “So fu-full.”

“Yeah?” Placing his hands on your hips he starts a slow pace, pumping in and out of her as he curses lowly and slurs his words “You’re squeezing so nice against me, baby. Feel so good.”

It’s when he wraps his hand around you and places two of his fingers on your clit that you let out a long moan, feeling your arousal in electrifying waves as he pinches and rubs your with his fingers. And he’s not very far from you, spewing nonsenses and grunting lowly as his hips slap against your ass in movements that get harder by the minute, his cock reaching deeper inside of you.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Huh?” He breaths out, voice strained and sounding desperate, almost out of it as his fingers rubbing with purpose on your clit as you cry out, the heat on your belly increasing with him fucking you so well. “Fuck, I — Need you to come for me. Please, ___.”

And you do after two more strokes. Coming with a loud cry, the knot on your lower stomach finally snapping as pleasure washes over your entire body. Pulsing against him as he continues his movements, chasing his own high while you see white from how hard you came.

When he comes it’s with a grunt and his hands pressing tight on your hips, cum filling the condom as he praises you, words slurred with how you are such a good girl, how good you felt.

You let your body slump down on the body as he plops himself on your side, an arm covering his eyes as you move one of yours to his chest as he recovers his breath. “Fuck, that was amazing.” He huffs out, free hand grabbing yours and interlocking your fingers. “You okay there, sweet cheeks?”

You chuckle at the silly nickname, turning your head so you can look at him. “Yeah. But I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a hour at least.”

He lets out a whistle. “Damn, am I that good?” That earns him a playful slap on the chest, which he replies with a chuckle of his own and by bringing the offending hand to his lips so he can press a kiss on it. “It’s okay, baby. You can admit I murdered your ass.”

That gets you moving, an offended gasp on your lips as attack him, his loud laugh filling the room.