#bring back leg hair to Ken Dolls

[chocochococoffee]

svsss cumplane au where, in a world of hotties, qinghua is the only one that roughly looks like a "normal person". the system wasn't as nice to airplane as he had been to sy, giving him a fresh hot bod and all sorry sj ww and as he had been reborn in his own story his body had not changed much from his original one. body hair, a bit less stature, definitely more meat compared to the other clan members who could rival with a boyband

thing is, shen yuan, after seeing airplane bathing after the mushroom seeking event and rolling in moist dirt for hours, just... cant get enough of it. how you can even have leg hair, he asks airplane, to what he answers something among the lines of "shitty core didn't help and i stopped trying afterwards" and he would surely would have kept ranting until cucumber plans his enormous hands into his belly. they were warm against the cold of the water, and while shen yuans face was of blank interest while touching his soft skin and playing with his body hair, wandering upside, directly to his brown nipples, his eyes were on fire"ah", airplane thought, "i know where this is going". with a smirk, he sticked his hand directly into the others mans wet pants.

yeah gongyi xiao was around there and he had to hide telling himself he saw nothing

bringing this again because tumblr didnt like some tag. anyways i am hungry and i need more of this in svsss

[princessbrunette]

this whole agreement was stressing pope out. though he’d convinced himself it was okay, he knew deep down that sleeping with you just because your lying, cheating kook boyfriend couldn’t make you cum was morally wrong. this time around had been a close call. too close.

his life had become something out of a cheap porno — he finishes his shift at the local pizza place, and cycles his delivery bike all the way to your place to lay it on you. it had even gotten to the point where pope had stopped bringing you pizza, because there was no longer a reason to pretend that was why he was really there.

things had gotten risky, and this time around he’d very nearly screwed things, your boyfriend stopping by and letting himself in whilst the two of you had been at it in the shower, your favourite pizza delivery boy having crowded you against the tiles with his head shoved into your crotch, hot water running down his toned back. he seemed to be enjoying himself a lot, despite it being you to have forced him in there due to the fact he was kind of vaguely still smelling like pepperoni.

you’d appeared sopping wet in the hallway with a tiny towel wrapped round you, eyes wide as saucers when you’d seen the boyfriend coming right towards the bathroom. “why are you here?” you practically barked as pope listens in as best as he can over the sound of the running water.

“i was in the area and i needed to pee. can i?” even now, the attitude drips off his voice and pope is gritting his teeth.

“do you need to? i’m showering.” you try to hide the panic in your tone as he shuffles past you, busting right in. you hold your breath, as does pope as he stands as still as possible behind the shower curtain.

he does his business, both you and pope stiff as a statue as he zips himself back up — looking around casually without a rush in the world.

“showering, huh? you know i got time. could always let me in there with you.” he takes a step towards the shower curtain, beckoning you and you panic.

“no! its— it’s not that kind of shower. its an everything shower, you know — shaving everything… and stuff. trust me, you don’t wanna go in there.” you convince, making the kook ken doll roll his eyes but back off anyway.

“you never wanna have fun anymore.” he grumbles, and you see him out. infact, you stand at the door in your towel and make sure he’s gone before returning and yanking back the shower curtain.

“nope.” pope is immediately speaking, shaking his head as droplets fall off his hair. he goes to move past you, reaching for a towel. “i can’t do this, okay! it’s stressing me the fuck out.”

your brows knit, grabbing at his slippery arms to try and get him to be still. “please? he’s gone, pope. i made sure… i— i need this. it’s been such a long week.”

he’s in the midst of wrapping a towel round his waist, glancing up at you through the fogged mirror. “you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” in frustration, you stomp your foot petulantly, still draped in a tiny towel. at your mini tantrum, pope raises his eyebrows — unimpressed and swivels his body round to look at you, intrigued. the brattiness melts away for a second and you avert his eyes, for the first time showing nervousness.

“i don’t know how to do that… why’d you think i need you so bad?”

now, that — was a turning point for him. he was trying to get himself out of this toxic (yet highly addictive) situation, but he couldn’t bring himself to pass up the opportunity to teach. especially to teach you, he always loved how pliant you got when told what to do.

it’s how your damp bodies wound up on your bed, towels discarded with your back to his chest, legs spread. his hands squish at your thighs bordering on being cruel as he holds them open, watching the way your fingers roll over the bead of your clit.

“see, there’s not really a science to it— it’s about figuring out what feels right for you.” his voice is deeper than usual when it’s in your ear, and you shudder at the sound, nodding and swallowing because it’s all you can manage. “its how i figured you out so fast, you’re so responsive — it gave me great feedback on how i could make you cum. just from following your bodies reaction.” he brings a hand down and easily adjusts your smaller one. “middle and ring finger for when you wanna go inside.” he slides them down to your hole, massaging the pad of his fingers against yours to aid your movement. “and the thumb stays right up here to rub your clit. are you getting it?”

“i would rather you— i would rather you do it.” the first time you try to speak, it’s your usual spoiled self — but your breath hitches in your throat and it comes out meeker the second time you try.

“i know.” he croons, and when his lips brush your ear you think he might be coming down to kiss your cheek affectionately. instead, he speaks again. “but then this whole thing would be pointless. you’re here to learn, right?

[notyourhetloki]

Please more ken smut idc plot or anything! you are such a good writer I could read them forever

mink fantasy (Ken x Reader)

Reader: gender neutral

/NSFW Ken x Doll!Reader/

A/N: Hi, anon!! OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH you made me blushh aaaa and oof I wanted to write more smut for this man so bad! Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it! It's a mixture between an imagine and headcanons bc idk what I'm doing! Also, I made a reference to the "dirty secret" part in my nsfw alfabet soo... read it first if you'd like! xoxo

Warnings: very smutty, dolls have genitals in this one, top!Ken, Ken is feeling himself, over-confident Ken, inappropriate use of the mink!

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What if... Ken fucked you wearing his mink coat?

Like, he would be super nervous to bring that fantasy up, but as soon as you approved it, oh... things would get interesting.

He would feel so confident, so sexy wearing it... it would bring a new attitude out of him... he would feel powerful.

Ken would kiss you slowly, taking his time to taste and feel you. Hungrily grabbing on your thighs, your ass... feeling really possessive all of a sudden.

And you loved it, oh... to see him wearing only a pair of pants and the mink, exposing his toned torso... feeling the fur on your skin and looking up at him to see arousal in his eyes... oof.

You couldn't help it, kneeling in front of him and undoing his pants like the good doll you were. His cock already hard by the time you pulled it out, you admired it for a moment before licking it from base to tip.

Ken would roll his head back, moaning and grabbing your hair as you teased him with your tongue... and now he would make sure to try his best and watch you through the whole thing.

And you would do a fantastic job, kissing and licking until his grip on your hair got a little too strong... then you would finally open your mouth and swallow him, bobbing your head up and down while sucking on his dick.

The fur on his coat would tickle your face, but you wouldn't mind it at all, continuing to suck him until you drooled all over his cock, saliva dripping down your chin as you tried your best to get him all the way down.

Ken would moan loudly and begin to thrust his hips into you, meeting your movements while grabbing your hair. He'd be so deep into your throat, dominating you with his grip and you wouldn't even gag (cuz guess what? dolls don't have a gag reflex).

Wet slapping sounds echoed through the room, only making the two of you hornier by the second. You hummed around his dick, muffled moans tried to escape your mouth as he pounded into you, groaning at the feeling of you around him.

"Fuck, (Y/N)... your mouth feels so good... agh!" He'd be so cocky, too... full of confidence to praise you and say the dirtiest of things. "You like sucking my cock, doll?" or "Oh, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face."

And he would! Taking his dick out of you to finish on your face... and you accepted his load with an open mouth so you could taste him. He seemed to really appreciate the view, smirking and stroking your cheek while humming in approval.

Ken would enjoy the afterglow by sitting down and having you between his legs, like a puppy. You would caress his tighs while he evened his breathing, eyes closed in pure bliss.

But then would come the worrying... Ken would suddenly snap out of his over-confident persona and start asking you questions like: "My love, did I hurt you??" or "Are you ok?? Did I go too far?"

After cleaning up and reassuring him that everything was fine, you would kiss him tenderly while holding the sides of his face, saying sweet 'I love you's and running your fingers through his hair.

In the end, the experience would be fantastic for the both of you. Ken would adore wearing his mink, and you were delighted to meet his new cocky demeanor.

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[stupidfuckingwindow]

Drivin' Me Insane // Ken

Content/warnings: light smut, singer Ken alluded to, rubbing Ken through his pants. Cliffhanger because I'm a bastard.

Notes: Just a short little blurb before I actually write a few bigger things for Ken. Thank you again RG for saving my life with your gay little performance and guyliner.

Word count: 188

“I've gotta go out there soon..” Ken squirms with every kiss, a mix of excitement and nervousness jolting through his veins. The wall he's been backed into may just be the only thing keeping your doll from falling on his ass. His legs wobble under your weight, and a soft whimper is choked out of him when your lips leave a trail about his cheeks and jaw. Under his breath, you hear him stutter out the word ’Oh’, followed by a sharp gasp and the feeling of him needily pawing at you through your clothes.

Ken ruts against your hand when you tease his cock through the bedazzled pink fabric. “So good,” He mutters out under his breath, neatly combed hair already beginning to come undone the more his hips jolt and buck. Needily, he whines when denied a quick orgasm, leaning forward to follow your hand but catching himself once realizing.

“Fuck you,” he hisses, lowly and unlike himself. Slow piano keys, however, bring pause to his frustrations. His cheeks and ears flush red, and Ken's shoulders tense. “I'll get you for that when I get back.”

[honeeslust]

Kento Nanami | The 7:3 Sorcerer part. 2

🖤I’m so sorry for making y’all wait. But here goes.

🖤 WC -1k

Again you we're thrashing from the way he denied you another promising release when he snatched those purposeful digits from you. Your husbands fingers slipped into your hair, a forceful tug pulling you upright, effectively trapping you against him with a brawn arm draped possessively crossed your chest. " you're gonna show me how much of a good girl you can be... hmm?"

So unruly this man had become with you and your throbbing heartbeat could be felt between your legs. You panted, pushing your ass back further into him. You'd do anything to feel more of this friction from him. You bit your tongue when his hand tightened at the base of your throat. " You won't come until daddy lets you. Understood?" He told you placing scalding fingertips to the back of your thigh, lifting your leg and placing it atop his desk.

" I said do you understand me?" he growls forcing your head to turn, bringing your puffy wet mouth closer to his. " I understand." You breathed, shuddered breaths fanning against his lips. " You understand what?"

" I - I understand daddy." He laughs gruffly, setting you aflame inside. The sound of his belt hastily being undone was the sweetest melody to your horn-brained ears. " Not until I say pretty doll." he reminds you finally releasing the vice of his hand over your throat. He forced you back to the hard surface, preparing himself with a few strokes along his thick shaft.

No matter how much your body committed the familiar sweet kiss of his tip upon your swelled labia to memory...It still felt like the first, only now, as he teased, you felt every nerve prickling in fearful anticipation. You really didn't know how you could keep your self from detonating upon impact.

Up and down he went, savoring the flowing wetness from you that now mixed with his own drip. Yet he wasn't whispering his sweet nothings in your ear, no he were seductively goading you, " my pretty little tease looks good so when she's desperate, you like this shit? Don't you?"

The way he were moving his spear so tantalizingly slow along the seam of your lips, then down and around that hot little honey pot was so was delicious that it was making you toil against his hold. " I can't I can't ahhh." You knew It was going to be over the moment you felt him spreading you open.

" No? You can't pretty doll?" he grunted bullying his way inside, your yelp ringing out among the walls and pleasing him so. " Ahhh ragh ahhh ken, I'll come I know it daddy."

" mmmmhmm." he says buzzing from head to toe with a new found satisfaction from the way he filled you up, the tight squeeze of you all but assuring how bad he needed this. His pretty doll weak and writhing on his talented cock was bringing him closer to that beast he'd always kept under lock and key with a tortuous amount of discipline.

" Kento baby please, I don't think I can't take much more." You implored him with wide eyes peeking over your shoulder. You were transfixed by the sight of him, his shirt open, once neatly coiffed hair falling over his brow. The tight line running down the length of his torso curving with the arch of his hips as the depths he reached had the first wave of convulsions threatening to make you disobey. His jarring thrusts had you squealing as you tried to escape his powerful blows.

" stay put pretty doll, daddy wants to make a mess of you." He hissed knitting his fingers into your hair again, pulling now as he were drawing shallower breaths every time he drew his hips back and forth in perfect perpetuity.

The trembly core of you wasn't far from release as he exacted every blow impeccably. His blooming apex kissed your cervix, repeatedly prodding that sweet spot with an almost magical kiss. He lost in you. You just plain lost the more every resounding blow became too much for your mind to fathom. " Ken ken ken please, I wanna come." He were close too, your walls giving a tighter wetter hug now. " sssss yes my doll. Beg me. fuck you make me crazy you know that. So fucking crazy." Said your man as he were losing his restraint and focusing everything on the way he could break you. Arresting you, he gripped tight, using your restraint as reins to keep you still as he fucked you deeper.

Your warm and cushy walls thanked your husbands swollen cock with an affectionate squeeze. Your toes curled, your legs were growing weak with how his assaults on you growing fierce. " Ssss hold still baby, you wanted me mean right so don’t you fuckin run now.?You can take it baby." He taunts, an icy blue mist expanding around you to his will and enabling as him to find the means of your undoing with inhuman ease. Every nerve in your body felt what you couldn't see. Before your brain could even attempt to comprehend what was happening, he were bringing you flush against him as the residuals of his power enrapturing you.

His hand under your thigh, the other upon your throat as he moved. The world fell away and you fell limp against him. " Come for me." you'd never been so thankful. Stars dotted the backs of your eyelids. " Yes yes yesyesyesyesyea fuuucck ahh I'm coming." You wailed pouring wet around him as he bounced you, not caring who else in the building could hear. " mmmmmmhhphhh" he groaned in unison with that last soaked clench of you pulling tight around him as your battered womb was coated with your husband's creamy hot elixir.

Sweat and static was all that was between you. His feverish chest meeting your back as you finally felt the sting of his teeth that were in your shoulder. He panted, you sighed. His lips met your sweet smile and when your eyes finally unscrewed shut, his familiar warmth was there in his eyes. A small hand found his face and he kissed the mark his bite had left behind. You shared a sated kiss before he finally let you go.

Part 1

From the honey pot 🍯

@callm3senpaii @blkkizzat @littlemochabunni @i-literally-cant-with-this

[drakendaydreams]

A/N: The month is really almost over? Jesh, I can't believe we've made it this far. Thank you to everyone that's been following this journey the entire time! Now... Kenny’s having a hard time sleeping so we’re gonna help him out. 😌 The taglist is now closed, but if you want to keep up with the posts that have already been put out or the ones that are still to come you can find the up-to-date masterlist below!

Character: Ken “Draken” Ryuguji (x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, fingering, 18+ content, oral sex (receiving), nicotine usage, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), squirting, pet names (pretty girl, darling, doll, sweetheart) daddy kink, hair pulling, orgasm denial, minors dni

Word Count: 1.2k

Kinktober Masterlist

He tossed and turned as you both lay in bed, every single thing that could possibly have his head spinning was what was keeping him up. Draken needed to get some peace, needed to find some way to unwind to let him finally get that rest that he needed more than anything. The man already barely ever slept, this wasn’t helping at all. Finally, he climbed out of bed, making his way toward the sliding glass door that went to the porch. He snagged the pack of cigarettes and lighter from the counter and his way by and placed one between his lips. Maybe the nicotine would help him relax a little, help him get himself level.

Draken closed the glass door and took a drag, keeping it there for as long as he could to get the best hit possible before letting it back out. The instant burn made him take a deep breath as he tried to calm himself even more. It was chilly, the small bite from the cold air helping to bring him down to earth. There was only one other thing that ever even came close to this kind of release for him, and when just a few cigarettes he’d sit and smoke didn’t do the trick he knew what he needed to do.

He made his way back into the house and sauntered to the bedroom, the sight of your sleeping figure spreading a smile across his face. You looked so beautiful no matter what you did, you were perfect to him. The small snores that left you melted his heart as he stepped closer to the side of the bed. Draken grabbed the blanket and climbed in next to you, sliding underneath it and pulling it over his head.

You stirred a little as he moved between your legs, almost waking up but easily falling back asleep when he hesitated. Draken’s hand gripped your thigh gently and leaned down, his hand sliding between your legs. As his fingers trailed against the fabric of your panties you stirred more, a small and happy moan leaving your lips. His voice was sultry and smooth as he spoke softly. “Just keep dreaming, baby girl. You’ll wake up to a surprise quite soon.”

His fingers slid past the fabric, rubbing against your clit. Your body moved more, almost arching in your sleep as your head grew light. The quicker his fingers moved the more you came out of sleep, your eyes fluttering open as they plunged into your core. “F-fuck, Kenny.”

A devious chuckle left his lips as he watched your eyes open. “I know it’s the middle of the night, but daddy just couldn’t sleep and needs some help.” He groaned lustfully as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head. “And you always tell me to wake you up whenever I need you… now is that time darling.”

You watched his face slowly sink between your legs, gripping the blanket to throw it off of you as quickly as you could. Just the thought of not being able to see just how perfect he always looked as he sucked on your puffy clit made you whimper. The way his tongue vigorously flicked over your sensitive bud had your hand flying to his hair. You tugged harshly, his unbraided hair sinking through your fingers with ease.

The sudden pull made him snarl, pulling away from you and grabbing onto your hand to take it away. His eyes were dark and menacing as he watched you. “Aht, aht. Now did I tell you that you could touch? Because I don’t remember giving you that permission, doll.”

When your hand pulled away you felt his fingers lace with yours, pushing your wrist down into the mattress. You squeezed hard, your knuckles turning white as Draken went back to the assault on your clit. “N-no, sir.” You could barely get the words out as you felt your walls closing around his fingers.

Draken pulled his fingers away, the loss of sensation sending shockwaves through your body. He denied you of the orgasm that had threatened to take over all your senses. “It’s far too early for that, sweetheart. We’ve just barely gotten started.”

You cried out in agony as you desperately grabbed for him, trying to pull him back to you. “K-Kenny, please. I can’t-”

“You can’t what, pretty girl? Can’t handle it?” He smirked at you and grabbed your thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises where his fingers were. “You can and you will, you’ll only cum when I tell you that you can.”

You nodded in agreement, knowing that there was absolutely no arguing with Ken Ryuguji. “Y-yes, daddy.”

His fingers plunged back into you, pistoning in and out of you relentlessly. The smirk that painted his features was almost as enticing as the way he used your pleasure as a way to calm himself to sleep. It took everything inside of you to keep from letting go as he used his free hand to grab a handful of your breasts.

The way your cunt pulsed around his fingers made his cock twitch against his sweatpants, his hips rutting into the mattress lightly. He needed his own release at this point, your pretty, sinful noises making him near his release more and more.

He grabbed onto the back of your leg and pushed it up farther for better access. Draken’s body pressed against the mattress even farther as he chased his high, bringing you to yours at a quick speed. His tongue lapped at your clit and his fingers fucked in and out of your velvety walls.

Draken could tell you were close, the way your pussy clenched around him over and over made his cock twitch harsher in his pants. A small wet spot was beginning to form, his grip on your thigh even tighter as he coaxed you on. Your grip on the sheets was like a vice as you tugged at them. “S’too much. Kenny. P-please. ‘M gonna- AH!.”

His eyes grew lustful again as he heard your pleads. Every pretty little sound from your lips telling him that you were trying harder than you ever had in your life Draken hummed in content and nodded slowly. “Being such a good girl for me. I think you’re ready now, aren’t you pretty girl? Go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart.”

His words were all it took, the instant gratification from his agreeance had your walls letting go. You cried out his name over and over with a spew of curses right behind it. “God damn it!”

Draken groaned filthily as he felt your cunt clamp around him, his own release hitting him as he painted the inside of his sweatpants with a loud groan.

Your orgasm hit harder than it had in a very long time, your back arching as the new sensation filled your body. It swirled inside of you and a clear liquid stream appeared as your body let go, gushing all over him. His half-lidded eyes looked up at you as you finished, his tongue greedily lapping up every drop you offered him. “There you go, pretty girl. Squirt all over daddy.” Your body went limp underneath him as he climbed over you, his pussy drunk eyes watching your now fucked out state. “Nice and exhausted just for me. Looks like we’re gonna sleep nice now.”

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[galaxyedging]

I'm still in shock from how much I enjoyed the Barbie movie! I highly recommend seeing it if you can.

My brain is unhinged at the best of times but even more so when it's happy, so I wrote this.

Barbie x Pedro Boy Kens

MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR THE BARBIE MOVIE. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS.

Warnings: Smut. Rubbing of plastic parts. Feelings

WC:1.6k

Come on Barbie

Every day was perfect…until it wasn't. One morning, Barbie woke up feeling unsatisfied in more ways than one. Something inside of her told her to go spend more time with the Kens. That one of them would be able to satisfy the ache inside of her.

At first she spent time with Art Professor Ken. Art Professor Ken was sweet. Maybe a little too sweet. He made her breakfast, and he made lunch and he made dinner. Not that she'd asked. If she was out he packed a lunch with a note telling her how pretty and perfect she was. When he wasn't talking about art he was comparing her to art. It was nice. Really nice. It was just a bit…much. Especially when he talked about starting a family after two dates.

Then came Knight Ken. Knight Ken was exciting. He rode a beautiful horse. He'd travelled all over the land. He had a dangerous looking scar over his eye. He would protect her, maybe a little too much, given that the other Ken weren't really a threat. He would also completely forget she existed if there was any food around. Although, she did have to admit, there was something alluring about the way he ate with abandon.

This led her to go find DEA Ken. His intense stare and tight jeans made her non-existent vagina flutter. She'd even let him peel off her Sweet Creams nightgown and lay on top of her to rub his smooth crotch against her. It hadn't done anything for her but he had smoked afterwards. As much as she always had a great time with him, she always felt that he wasn't 'present' with her. His mind always seemed to be elsewhere. She guessed it was on the bad guys he was perpetually chasing. Not that there actually were any there.

Much like DEA Ken, Prince Ken made the smooth place between her legs tingle. He'd also convinced her to take off her Apple Print Sheath dress and let her caress the mounts at her chest, again it didn't do much for her but it was nice to have the attention of a Prince. Until he insisted on bringing another Barbie along and gave her more attention.

Cowboy Ken wasn't an actual cowboy, but he did come with a hat and a lasso. He was fun, but he didn't seem trustworthy.

Spaceman Ken came with a space suit and a poet's heart. She had a feeling his clever tongue and fancy words hid something dark as well.

Businessman Ken was the final straw. He was ridiculously handsome, well dressed, fun but he was so preoccupied with work. He didn't even seem to have time for his son.

Nope, none of these Kens would do, there were more but she didn't want to waste any more time. The feelings inside her were growing. As well as unsatisfied, she felt lonely. She was desperate to be understood she went to someone she never thought she would visit, Crazy Barbie. Crazy Barbie with her odd hair and permanent splits position.

Crazy Barbie had explained that there seemed to be a connection between her and someone playing with her doll in the real world. If she wanted to get rid of those feelings and be a regular Barbie again she had to find that person and help them.

That was how she ended up in the real world with Superhero Ken at her side. He'd insisted on coming, as soon as he had arranged for Skipper to babysit his daughter.

They hadn't been there long when the swords strapped to his back caught the attention of the police. Who in turn called Mattel. Who came to collect them in big black vehicles that she had never seen before. They'd taken her back to their headquarters, and promised to send her home. Much like some of her Kens she felt like their words hid something. The moment she had the opportunity, she sprinted away from them. 

The place was a maze. Door after door, all the same dull metal, lined the walls. Every one was locked. Until she rounded a corner, the first door on the left opened up. Once inside, the first thing she noticed was the desk littered with pages and a single doll sat in the middle. A doll that looked exactly like her.

The second thing she notice was him. A Ken. His hair wasn't perfect, it was tousled and wild. He didn't have ridiculously sculpted washboard abs. His stomach was soft under the moth bitten sweater he wore. His glasses sat on the tip of his nose as he looked at her. He looked at her with something the other Kens never did, genuine hunger. The unsatisfied feeling flared up. She needed to be satisfied and she had a feeling he was just the Ken to do it.

"Hey." Was all he said with a smile on his lips.

"Hey." She replied with a dreamy tone in her voice.

The distance between them closed as if they were being pushed together by an unseen force. There was something so familiar about him, aside from his good looks. 

It didn't feel strange when they kissed. Well, a little since it was an actual kiss not just their mouths pressing together. It felt right when the kiss deepened and he touched her.

The tingling between her legs intensified. Her light pink panties were stained a dark pink with her arousal. She desperately wanted to rub their parts together. She whispered that to him, suddenly shy about the whole thing.

"You want to dry hump? Sure. We can do that. Come here, Beautiful."

When he stripped down to his underwear, his private area wasn't smooth. He definitely had genitals. Big, hard genitals by the looks of it. He was so direct, he sat in the nearest chair and tapped his bare thighs, motioning for her to sit. When she did straddle his lap, it was an odd feeling in two ways. One, she wasn't used to her legs moving that way, and two, the heat of him pressed into her sent a current right through her. It lit up all her nerves. Eager for more, she began to move her now flexible hips experimentally. The feeling was incredible. She just wanted more and more of it. It seemed that Ken did, too. He kept making groaning noises and asking her for more. Eventually, he just put his hands on her hips and moved them himself. Faster and faster, until glitter burst behind her eyes. Her whole body shivered, and her new vagina pulsed. A next way of heat hit her between the legs as Ken moaned beneath her. A wet patch formed between them. "Oh. Does that usually happen?" She asked curiously.

"If you do it right, yeah." He signed contentedly.

His contentment seeped into her. The doll on the desk, she thought. It was him. He was the human all her desires were coming from. 

"The doll?" She nodded her head in its direction.

"Oh, that. I've been modelling for all these Kens for so long I guess I just started to long for my own Barbie."

Before Barbie could contemplate what that meant, there was a loud banging at the door followed by a definitely angry voice. "Bravo! We're looking for an escaped Barbie. Make yourself useful, come and look for her."

Barbie felt Kens sadness of being nothing more than an object to them. "Ken, we have to go!"

"Dieter." He stopped her from pulling him up for a moment. "My name is Dieter."

"It's pretty." Her face heated as she smiled at him. Another bang on the door jilted her from her daze and into action. "Dieter, we have to go."

"Where?"

"Away from them. Back to Barbieland."

"Barbieland? Wait, you're a doll?"

"Yes."

"Wow." A lopsided grin spread across his face for a moment before he focused again. "Come on, the back stairs are this way."

"Don't you think it's weird that I'm…not real?"

"I play poker every Thursday with the ghost that lives down the hall. Real is subjective. Wait..."

Grabbing her hand Dieter headed down the back stairs across the floor below before climbing back up to his floor. Ruth's room was two doors away. They managed to slip through inside before any more executives showed up.

"Hello. What a lovely unexpected visit. How are you, my dear?" Barbie took a second to realise she was talking to her. No one ever asked how she was because Barbie was perfect every day. 

"I'm…I'm…so many things. Scared, sad, excited, happy, tingly…" she glanced back at Dieter "...and very confused."

"Sounds very…human." Ruth smiled. "Now, Sweetie, you have a choice to make. I think you know that."

"I do." Barbie nodded before turning to Dieter. "If you could be anything, what would you choose to be?"

"What I am now. I'm an actor. I get to be anyone I want."

"I like the sound of that."

"Being an actor?"

"No, being anyone I want."

The white of the room grew blindingly bright until it washed out all of her senses.

Six months later.

Every day was almost perfect. Barbie woke up feeling as satisfied as she could hope for. She had a purpose, helping others find theirs. The school that she enrolled in to earn the qualifications to help people full time was going well. She was making friends. She even had her own Ken, or Kens, that came over to keep her company when she needed it. Sometimes Cowboy Ken would visit with his cute hat and whip. Sometimes DEA Ken would come over with his handcuffs. The Ken that came over the most, her personal favourite, was Actor Ken. He was the one that she thought about sharing her dream house with. Right after she finished figuring out just what kind of Barbie....human she was.

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[distopea]

while ryo sipped on one of his drinks, a man with longer hair in a ponytail & tacky shirt entered the place as if he was inspecting it. a delighted look on his face, striking conversation to the women he walked by. clearly, someone more familiarised with hostess clubs that’s he was.

by the time he approached sybille, he’d flash a smile before introducing himself as manny, & asking what she was drinking. ryo said nothing but watched the scene unfold ; eyes going between those two as he wondered how she’d react to others. his brothers’ protests were shooed away by him, who told them to let her do what she wants rather than demand she stays. his vaping pen was pulled out in the meantime, occupying his time with that. if she wanted to leave, he’d not blame her. he was aware he wasn’t easy to deal with.

@mugunghwc

One of Sybille’s assets was perfectly on display right now; it was her capacity to pretend she wasn’t bored. Ryo was equal to himself; not very fun, not very entertainable either, barely drinking. He was still quite decent when it came to tips, but he wasn’t engaged further despite her efforts to propose other kinds of services. He was doable; in a way that she felt it could be funnier being naked and bouncing on him. But, as well, he was hermetic to those calls. Like those Ken dolls with nothing between the legs; or at least, she hadn’t found yet what could make him go wild. 

She glanced aside when she heard a rather warm and engaging voice approaching her. Her eyes sparkled for a second with life, while a new individual, Manny, came directly to chat with her. Sybille felt the urgent need to pretend she was a princess in distress, her mind bringing her to imagine her grabbing Manny’s jacket so he would take her away and out of this endless boredom. He seemed to know how this place was working; finally, a client that was ready to get spoiled and “loved” by the hostesses of the club. Yet, Sybille put on her distant mask and played mystery. She remembered the first rules she had learned the hard way back in the days... She still felt the burn of those slaps of her cheeks when she went for other clients while already being booked. 

“I’d love to chat further with you, I’m already engaged for the night, love.” She said with the glimpse of a promiseful but still sorry smile. She was playing two cards; on one hand she wanted Ryo to realize she was a woman of her words when she said she attended to someone fully and that he had her whole attention despite his behavior. On another hand, she wanted Manny to believe she had higher standards than those escorts flying like flies around shit and going to the smelliest ones. She was an object of desire; once booked, they could only admire her from a far distance. Maybe Manny would want that kind of special attention another day.

She threw a small side eye at Ryo, getting closer from his sitting silhouette, almost pressing her weight against his body. “Mmh, poor man.” She hummed, and nuzzled against Ryo’s shoulder. Now she craved attention and he would better give in because of the sacrifice she made. “That girl over there with him, she’s a scam. She has bad STDs but her cousin works in a laboratory, so she always manages to cheat with her test results. She’s so desperate, she tries to attend everyone because she knows her days are counted here. It's a matter of time before she gives her little bottom friends to someone else.” Whether it was a lie or not, she loved spreading those rumors.

Content with herself, she sighed again and looked back at Ryo with honey eyes, along with his almost empty drink. “Another banana milk, handsome?”  

[tettatonin]

ENTOURAGE ︰ draken , mitsuya , hakkai , kazutora

⠀⠀⠀⠀— bonten!toman ♡

soundtrack: 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 | Bonten!Toman playlist by @erisamorette

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. ooc. mentions of violence. DRAKEN: spitting, one slap, blow job, deepthroating, throat fucking, breath play. MITSUYA: cunt slapping, use of vibrator, degrading, overstimulation, squirting, dumbification, 2-way mirror. HAKKAI: car sex, size kink, mentions of stomach bulge, creampie, cum play. KAZUTORA: a bit of knife play, panty stuffing, exhibitionism.

notes: i usually don't write ooc but idc anymore i made mitsuya mean n thats honestly all i wanted out of this. inspired by this bonten!nahoya post by @nahoyaa.

when toman's former members join japan's most notorious organization in their leaders footsteps, they quickly grow accustomed to their new secretary.

— KEN "DRAKEN" RYUUGUJI | BONTEN'S VICE PRESIDENT

ken wouldn't even spare a glance in your direction on a normal day, but when he wants you he's grabbing you harshly by the wrist, the ring on his finger pressing into your skin without so much as a greeting exchanged. maybe he'll utter a few low words telling you what to do in a straightforward manner but he'll only say it once. he didn't have time for pleasantries, the greed in his chest just swelled with the urge to have you below him every time he saw you.

"That the best you can do?" Draken asks you, eyebrow quirked up, probably the only thing close enough to an expression. The question makes you halt from kissing his neck and palming at his crotch, your hand already prepared to take off his belt. "I've seen cheap hookers do better than you." He pushes you off your place on his lap, your bum hitting the floor first.

"Sorry, Draken." You mutter, head bowed as you try to sit comfortably.

He stands with a sigh, feet stopping just in front of you. His hand grips the hair at back of your head to make you tilt up before pushing your face into his crotch, your eyes widen and your heart rate spikes at the sudden action. "You feel that? 'm soft, doll. I don't like it soft."

Your voice is muffled against him, your hands clawing at his thighs as you're already struggling to breathe, but he just continues. "I wanna be hard, wanna... wanna fuck something." He groans at the vibrations of your voice on his cock. "Mm, yeah, just like that." He moves his hips a bit, hoping the friction and the vibrations from your pleading noises would satisfy him just a little bit.

Strangely, Draken thought being soft was more bothersome than being painfully hard, and his frustrations only heightened when you couldn't even get him up. But he did put his expectations of you far too high, so perhaps that was on him. It didn't matter once he gave it more thought though, he could manhandle you how he wanted and you and your little feeble, fuckable body couldn't do a thing about it. "If you can't make me hard, I'll use you until you do."

He pulls you away, undoing his belt and zipper while you're catching your breath, semi hard cock hanging between his legs. Draken doesn't bother to command you to open your mouth and suck. The tip barely reaches your lips, but your mouth and tongue are obedient enough to take him in. A long, drawn-out breath escaping him as you take him in halfway, tongue swirling at the tip.

His hands rest at the sides of your head, holding your hair out of the way as you continue to work your mouth around him. Your hand strokes at what can't fit in your mouth. It makes his eye twitch from the lack of lubrication in that area. He pushes your head at the same time he brings his hips forwards, the head of his cock reaching the back of your throat, Draken gasping at the feeling.

Your eyes squeeze shut, gagging at the sudden touch on your throat, your knee-jerk reaction being to push away from him as you cough and catch your breath yet again.

"Hey," Draken says, his hand coming down hard on your cheek when you turn to face him again. "Did I fuckin' tell you to do that?" His thumb and index finger are digging hard into your cheeks, one of them red with a slight handprint. He can see the way your glossy eyes subtly dart around his features, struggling on where to look. He clicks his tongue, "You're lucky you're pretty."

He caresses your plump bottom lip with his thumb, hooking it into your mouth to give him room to spit into it. "Taste good, baby?"

You have no other choice but to nod, swallowing it without his command when he pulls his finger out of your mouth.

"Good girl." He lightly slaps your cheek. "You're a good girl right, doll?"

You nod again, cock lining up with your mouth once again. Only now it's rock hard, a vein protruding and running along the side.

"Then show me how good you are."

You pump it twice before taking it into your mouth again, his hands once again on the side of your head to hold your hair as you try to take him in all the way with every bob of your head, nails digging into your palm every time the tip hits your throat. Every now and then you'd take him all the way and hold it there, your nose touching the skin above his dick, you try your best to look up at him during those times, but Draken's head is just thrown back in pleasure as he tries to time slow thrusts of his hips with the bob of your head.

"Yeah, just like that." He groans, your tongue gliding along the underside of his cock with every push and pull of his hips.

Soon enough you barely had to move, Draken using you to his delight and only pulling you away to let you catch your breath. He loved the look of your puffy lips and glossy eyes, a sight he wanted engraved in his memory forever. Something was missing though, and he didn't want to let you go until he felt satisfied.

You were wrong to relax a bit because his thrusts started to get rougher, timing the pull of your head towards him with the push of his cock into you, using you like a personal fleshlight as tears began to brim the corners of your eyes.

Despite all that, his breathy moans were delicious to hear. Deep and sultry as he cursed and called you nicknames.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, the coil in his lower stomach about to snap. "Hah, s'good.. yeah, take my cock like that."

With a stutter of his hips, he makes you take him all the way one last time, his cum hot and thick down your throat.

— TAKASHI MITSUYA | BONTEN EXECUTIVE: SHIBUYA DISTRICT MANAGER

with his soft expressions, mitsuya used it to get close to you. accompanying you were you needed to go, smiling at you when he got the chance, or catching you when you trip over yourself trying to keep up with the others in your heels. hell, he's one of the only ones who greets you 'good morning'. sometimes you wished he never got accustomed to you because the more he did, the meaner he was. light hearted teasing turned into public humiliation as all eyes were on you. draken was influential enough with status but mitsuya, he was dangerous with his words.

"Mm, what now, baby? You sorry yet?" Mitsuya coos in fake sympathy but caressing your inner thigh gently. His bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth at the squirm of your bare cunt over his clothed cock, your wetness already seeping through the fabric of his slacks.

You were sat on his lap, back flush against his chest. Your skirt bunched up at your waist with your shirt unbuttoned, breasts spilling out of your bra, and your hands bound tightly behind you with his belt. Deep inside you sat a vibrator that had been going nonstop since he pulled you into the room, its remote in Mitsuya's pocket while you were halfway to your next orgasm.

"I asked you something," his raises his hand, the impact coming down right on your cunt. Your thighs want to instinctively close, but his free hand keeps one parted while the other jolts at a second slap. "Are you sorry yet?"

"Y-yes, yes! Ah— fuck," you moan, throwing your head back over his shoulder when he slaps your pussy again. "'M sorry, so sorry, Mitsuya."

"Yeah? You're sorry, baby?" He teases, a grin spreading across his face as he watches you in the mirror, turning up the intensity on the vibrator. "What're you sorry for?"

You can't even remember. Your mind slowly melting into mush until its hard to think a single coherent thought, mouth babbling out sorry's and words Mitsuya can't even make out. Drool's dripping from the sides of your mouth, your thighs shaking and wanting to close under his touch. Your almost scream like moans bouncing off the walls that he's so sure others in the building could hear. It was troublesome to a normal person, but it was better than he ever thought. His cock already painfully hard in his pants as you squirmed, wanting to use you until he's satisfied and dry.

Mitsuya loves it, and he's sure the person watching behind the mirror—or should he say two-way glass—loves it too.

"Hmm you know what they say 'bout you, doll?" He hums, the pads of his middle and ring finger rubbing slow circles on your clit. "They say you're a slut. I wanted to defend you, I really did, but," he pauses, pulling the vibrator out by the wire and slowly replacing it with two fingers. "You like it when I call you that, don't you?" His digits are curling up against your g-spot, your eyes rolling and back arching as he presses down on the spongy part.

Mitsuya can feel you tighten around his fingers, the feeling driving him past impatience. He was going to wait to pull another orgasm out of you, but he just couldn't take the ache in his crotch. He's been selfless all his life. Surely now it wouldn't be so wrong for a little mindless self-indulgence.

"On the floor, ass up." He says, pushing your back off his chest so you get the hint. You shakily stand, lowering down to your knees, but with your wrists still bound, you hesitate to lower your upper body, trembling as you bend halfway.

Mitsuya's patience had already run out. Pulling his cock out from the confines of his pants, he spares a moment to press the sole of his foot on your back, making you topple over until your face hits the floor. He laughs to himself before getting down on his own knees behind you, slowly pumping his cock with the hand covered in slick before lining it up with your entrance and pushing in with a groan.

You let out a stuttered moan at the stretch. Mitsuya's hand resting on where your wrists are kept together, beginning to move at a steady rhythm. Your walls were hugging him so tight, drawing breathy moans with every thrust.

It doesn't take long for your climax to build up again, but you recognize another familiar feeling that snaps you out of your pleasured daze. "M-Mitsuya, wait! Don't— ah, fuck. Gonna.. 'm gonna—"

He pulls you up by the back of your collar with his free hand, quickly switching his hold from there to your neck instead, thumb pushing your jaw so he can talk right against your lips. "Gonna what? Gonna make a mess all over me, yeah? I dunno 'bout you but I like the sound of that," the hand on your wrists moves to your thigh, keeping it open when he has the itching feeling they'll close when you finally let go. " 's alright, baby. Let go for me."

When your jaw falls open to scream, he shoves a finger in your mouth, and with choked moans your juices splash all over. A satisfied grin came off Mitsuya's face as he moved the hand on your thigh to your clit, watching you squirt all over the place in the mirror until you came down from your high.

"God, you're a mess. You made a mess." He laughs, his panting hot breaths over the shell of your ear as he continues to throb inside you, not satisfied just yet. "I fucking love it."

— HAKKAI SHIBA | SHIBUYA DISTRICT ASST. MANAGER

mitsuya sometimes thinks hakkai takes after taiju with how he behaves in bonten. the tattoo peeking out from his nape just gave you chills from how far it ran and spread across his back, but your curiosity wasn't driving you that far. he often looked at you with a cold expression, hakkai was in the same boat with draken on not sparing much of a glance at you, but he was a lot nicer compared to mitsuya.

Hakkai was quite strong despite his seemingly lanky figure. The way he helped you over the console so you could sit on his lap in the driver's seat told you just that. He was a lot gentler compared to Mitsuya as he carefully unbuttoned your blouse, it was a surprise since he seemed to follow in the other's footsteps faithfully. But you feel strangely safe with Hakkai. Maybe it's his large, protective figure and his arms around you that make you press up closer to him. Though the way you feel so small with him makes you think he could bend you any way he wanted if given the space, so you silently thank the compactness of the car.

Your hands feel up his broad chest as he kisses you, being extra careful over the healed bullet wounds and cuts as his big hands feel up your back from under your shirt, undoing the clasp of your bra with just one hand so he can cup your breast and play with your nipple properly.

You grind gently on the bulge in his pants, moaning into the kiss when you both move your hips just right for your clit to feel some friction. Despite the air-conditioning still running, your body feels hot. You pull away for a moment to fully take off your shirt and bra.

"Fuck yes." Hakkai hisses at the sight before closing his mouth around one of your nipples, one hand trying to force itself in between your legs, but due to the tight space he fails. With a grumble he pulls away for a moment, resting one of his hands on your back while the other fumbles for the handle that reclines his seat.

You yelp when the seat reclines suddenly, the hand pushing on your back making you lay on his chest. Your face flushes with the increased intimacy, but he just chuckles when you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

"So pretty up close." He mutters, his hands pulling your skirt up so he can reach your entrance from behind, a finger pulling your underwear aside so it can dip into your already dripping hole, pushing in and out at a steady pace while his free hand has a grip on your ass.

Hakkai pulls you up higher, allowing him to undo his belt and the clasp of his pants to free his cock and tap it against your ass. "Feel that? You think your tight little hole can take it?"

You know its big, thick too, when you were grinding on him just a minute ago, and you're unsure if you can even take it all to the hilt if that's what he wanted, but you still nod, hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt and bracing for the stretch you know is coming.

"Use your words, pretty." He says, his length resting in between your ass cheeks.

"Yes, I.. I can take it."

"Look at me," He says, pulling at your hair to make you face him. "Say it again. Tell me how well you'll take my cock and its yours."

You gulp, wiggling your hips a bit to show your desperation. "I'll take it so well, 'Kai. I'll be good for you."

"You gonna take it all the way, baby?"

You nod again with quick little "mhm's" that make him throb.

"Good girl. Open," He whispers on your lips, popping two fingers in when you comply. You suck on his digits, swirling your tongue around them before he pulls them out and pumps his cock with it for an easier entry. "Raise your hips for me." And you do, Hakkai pushing your panties aside again to slide in.

The head pushing into your hole was fine, but his girth. Your mouth hung open as you gradually took it, Hakkai's hands having a tight grip on your ass to guide you slowly until the pain faded into the pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, shit," he groans when you sit up with your hands planted on his chest and move your hips down further, taking him all the way to the base. "Hah, that's good.. so good, baby."

You start to move at a steady pace, mouth hanging open and eyelids low as you ride him with the desperate need to cum. The low roof of the car makes it hard to sit up any straighter, but you were sure that if you were in any other place with a higher roof, there'd be a bulge right in your lower stomach that'd send his libido over the moon.

Somewhere along the way Hakkai took control, a tight grip on your ass cheeks as you kept your hips raised while he bucks up into you. Moans and groans spilling from both your lips as his cock drags along every erogenous spot in you.

"Ah, hah, 'Kai, 'Kai please." You plead, drawing closer and closer to an orgasm. "Harder, 'Kai."

He scoffs, a hard slap coming down on your ass that makes you squeal. "Don't go demanding shit now just 'cause I'm nicer than Takashi. Shit, loosen up. Can't move."

"Can't—nghh, 'm gonna cum."

"Not yet, baby. Be good and hold it for me just a bit. Wanna pump this pussy full of cum."

He pulls you back down by the back of your neck, trapping you in a sloppy kiss as he quickens his pace. Lips brushing over one another to drink in each others moans until you can't hold it anymore.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he pants. "Cum for me, baby."

With a cry of his name you let go, Hakkai painting your walls white at the same time. He thrusts in a couple more times to ride out his high as you lay on his chest, exhausted and lightheaded.

"Good girl, did so well for me." He says, rubbing circles onto your back, pulling the handle on the side of his seat to get the backrest to sit up again.

He lifts you up to pull his softening cock out of you, marveling at the ring of white around the base. Just before a glob of cum drips on his trousers he catches it with two fingers, finger-fucking it back into you with a couple thrusts before spreading it all over your folds, even coating your asshole just before he covers your cum-covered cunt with your panties again. Finishing your session with a kiss at your temple.

— KAZUTORA HANEMIYA | BONTEN EXECUTIVE: IKEBUKURO DISTRICT MANAGER

kazutora didn't hesitate to kill people if it was for the sake of toman, not even a flinch as he pulled the trigger on thousands of men. the jingle bell on his earring being the last thing they'll ever hear before a loud bang. much like mitsuya, he liked to bully you too, publicly embarrass you until your president told him off. but that didn't mean he was going to stop messing with you.

You continue to type away on your phone, making notes of the conversation Kazutora and another executive were having, as well as switching between your notes and your calculator for computing the expenses for the next weapon shipment. All was going well and judging by the time, the deal was going to be over in maybe ten minutes or less and you could both leave the restaurant before the clock struck midnight.

Kazutora was still able to maintain a conversation with the executives in front of him, all while running his finger up and down your slit. The friction through the thin fabric of your thong was electrifying, but working with Bonten meant you've learned to build up a tolerance for things like these, and the man teasing you didn't seem to like the lack of you squirming under his touch.

The clatter of silverware cuts off the executive midway through his sentence. The pause in talk making you snap out of you, typing trance as well.

"Sorry let me get that really quick." Kazutora says, lowering himself until he was fully under the table. Almost in his favor, the other executive's phone began to ring, allowing him to excuse himself from the table to take the call.

Your pleading eyes trail him as he walks away from the table and you can almost see your boss smirk under the table as something cold presses up against your inner thigh. When you look down at Kazutora, who's kneeling between your legs with a finger held up to his lips to signal you to keep quiet while the other hand trails the blade higher up your thigh until it gets caught in the thin waistband of your thong and in one slice, the fabric cuts. A grin spreads across his face as he ghosts the blade up your slit, the tip of the knife stopping just where your clit is before he quickly does it to the other side, resurfacing beside you once it's cut.

You try your best to look unimpressed, but the mischievous look on his face was hard to dismiss as he carefully places the knife back down where it originally was.

"You're lookin' at me like I did something wrong." He says, tilting his head at you, the bell on his ear jingling with the motion. "Panties were getting in the way, angel. I'd hold 'em for you but my pockets're full, so we'll have to do the next best thing." His hand makes its way in between your thighs again. This time his fingers are pushing right where your entrance is, forcing the fabric past it.

Time seems to work in his favor once again when the executive comes back and picks up right where he left off. Kazutora's all ears once again, but its difficult for you to type with the feeling of your own thong between your walls, blinking a little too much to hide your eyes rolling back.

The fabric soaking up your juices makes it harder to push in, not like it stopped him anyhow. You've long given up on taking notes and just hoped your memory serves you well as you grip his thigh, trying your best to just press with the pads of your fingers, but when your thong finally reaches up far enough to brush over you g-spot, your nails absentmindedly dig in. In response, he pushes the whole garment into you in one hard motion that makes you jolt, knee bumping the table. The noise catches the attention of the man in front of you both, but Kazutora dismisses him with a smile and asks him to continue.

"Careful, sweetheart." He whispers, finger all the way in with your underwear. "He might notice."

As the conversation between the two men continues, Kazutora pumps his finger in and out of you slowly, eventually alternating between thrusting his fingers into your hole to rubbing your clit to get more of a reaction out of you. And much to his enjoyment, it was working as you squeezed your thighs together when he started rubbing in harsher circles. He's keeping a straight face and conversing with another powerfully dangerous man while you're close to coming undone right under his touch.

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[ladylannisterxo]

💌 — “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” with our boy eds pls <3333 love u s

Wrennie, my love, thank you for sending this in!! I had a lot of fun writing this one! Love youuu 💕

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Prompt # 142; "Could he make you feel as good as I do?" Words; 0.7k Warnings; S M U T (18+ only), unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, cheating

You were in a state of euphoria; fingers twisted in the sheets, head thrown back against the pillow as Eddie worked his tongue over you, slowly and deliberately, eliciting every wanton moan he could get from you.

“Eddie, please,” you whine softly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

You can feel his smirk against your dripping cunt, tongue dancing from your center up to circle your clit and back again. You roll your hips against his face, chasing after the high that has you dangling precariously off the edge. Just a few more seconds and you know he could shove you off that edge and right into the abyss of pure pleasure. His nose bumps against your clit and then he’s moving away from the place you want, no need, him most as he presses gentle, tender kisses across your thigh.

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” He mumbles against your skin, tongue lapping at your supple flesh.

“Huh?”

You’re too far gone to truly process what he’s asking you. The only thing on your mind is how desperate you are to cum, how desperate you are for Eddie to make you cum; on his tongue, on his fingers, on his cock, you don’t care, you just want it!

He chuckles darkly, sliding up and further away from where you’d like him to remain. His face is centimeters from your own, his breath kissing your parted lips. Your arousal is present across his lips and his eyes are so blown out with lust, they look black. You whimper softly, shifting under his weight.

“Come on, princess, you heard me.” He sighs at the blank stare you give him, ghosting his lips against your own. You tilt your head up to meet his lips for a kiss but he pulls back. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? But you didn’t answer my question: does your walking, talking Ken doll of a boyfriend make you feel as good as I do?”

You shake your head, staring up at him with wide eyes. He arches a single brow as his hand slips down to cup your pussy. “Words, princess.”

“No, Eddie, he doesn’t.”

“Pathetic.” He smiles one of those wicked smiles that has a tendency to leave you weak in the knees. Fingers sliding along your folds, you shift your hips in hopes that he’ll slide right in and take you where you want to be. “And why doesn’t your pathetic boyfriend make you feel good?”

Eddie’s fingers disappear and are instantly replaced by the hard feeling of his cock pushing in as deep as he can go. Your mouth drops open with a gasp at the intrusion and his nose nuzzles your cheek as his hips rock against your own, hard and deep.

“If you wanna cum, I expect an answer.”

“Only you can make me feel this good, Eddie,” you whimper, chasing his lips with your own. “He’ll never be able to do for me what you can.”

“Good answer,” he says, kissing you roughly, “you’re close, aren’t you, wanna cum on my cock?”

“Yes, please, pleasepleaseplease,” you beg, legs tightening around his hips.

Eddie’s fingers find your clit, rubbing harsh and fierce circles. Your back arches as he brings you right to the cusp of your orgasm.

“Cum, now,” he demands, “scream my name when you do it.”

You don’t need to be told twice as your orgasm washes over you like waves on a beach and his name falls from your lips like a prayer, screaming it for all the world to hear. Eddie’s lips find yours in an instant, his hips rocking into yours harder and faster as he chases his own release. You moan and plead for him to finish, to cum inside you and make you his. He cums hard after that, exploding inside of you with a guttural groan.

He pulls out gingerly, settling himself up on his knees to gaze at your fucked out body with glee. His eyes travel down to your glistening cunt to find his cum dripping out of you. Pressing two fingers against your sensitive hole, he pushes it all back inside.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, “gotta make sure you have me with you when you see him later, don’t we?”

[seancekitsch]

Can I request some Klaus smut? If not, no worries and I hope you have a good day!

i am sorry you waited so long but it is here and i hope it’s good. not full smut but like the brain worms were not worming lately i think they’re recharging for a full prize buck chapter

God, fuck, isn’t there any water bottles in this building? You asked the housekeeping, you asked the front desk; everyone had turned you down. The faucet only turned out something brown-tinted, and you were hungover. Your cotton-mouth drowned out most rational thought. So you reached out, and you knocked on the door directly across from yours.

Knock, knock, knock.

You don’t expect ecstasy whore Ken doll to answer. He’s shirtless, a pair of bright red leggings hanging low onto his hips as he leans lazily on the doorframe.

You pan up to a sharp jaw line, long hair.

“Hi, uh, you got water?” you ask, pathetically.

“You dont?” he asks, a laugh in his tone and he moves his arm to allow you to scurry in below it.

His suite is a lot like yours, six beds and one sink and no dignity.

“Fill’er up there,” he motions carelessly, and you bring your water bottle to the faucet. It screeches, and then relents to clear water until the plastic bottle overfills. How in the fuck is his water cleaner than yours? It’s all the same pipes isn’t it?

You pull it back to you, rushing to drink any overfill, catching eyes with the only other patron.

“Not as easy as it looks,” he remarks, and he looks so fucking smug. You could hit him.

You gulp down the entire thing quickly.

“You try having brown water!” you bite back.

He only chuckles.

“I did, that’s why I requested a room change.”

You balk at him, was he supposed to be in your room? God you would have loved him bunking with you over the man who kept kicking upwards at your bunk or the mysterious person who kept stinking up the room at night.

“And now you have this whole room to yourself?”

“Unless you want to join me,” he casually offers.

Smooth ass motherfucker.

You of course, take him up on his offer, and as soon as you move your small bit of hand luggage, the two of you make your way down to Hotel Obsidian’s bar. You and he quickly order a few shots, vodka for him and gin for you, and take your seats at the far end of the bar.

“So, why are you here?” you ask.

“Isn’t it the point of this place not to tell?” he asks.

“Fair enough.”

“But why are you here?”

“I thought you said the point was not to ask.”

You both down your shots, and then laugh, shoulders collapsing into each other at a flimsy inside joke.

Six shots later you’re without your jacket and he’s shirtless and you’re dragging each other towards your now shared room. Klaus trips several times, all laughs and smiles, and he accidentally steers you into the wall, leading to you shouting and cracking up as well.

You barely have the door open before you’re slamming it shut and throwing yourselves against the twin bed nearest your door. He gracelessly on top of you but for what he lacks he immediately starts peppering kisses on every bit of skin he can access to make up for it.

You kick at your boots for wiggle them off your feet, not daring to break this contact with Klaus, pushing your flared pants down as well as you struggle under him.

“That eager, huh?” he teases between kisses to your chest, “Guess I better live up to expectations.”

He yanks your shirt open, buttons ripping and flying onto the wood floors below. Too bad you liked this shirt.

Your indignant whine dies on your lips, however, as Klaus’ head dips down to catch a nipple between his teeth. Your gasp is choked by his total onslaught of your person. Everything is sloppy, but meticulous in method. He’s all groping hands and misplaced kisses but none of it fails to ignite a fire in your very bone marrow. Every press of his fingertips and lips has you gasping and writhing, begging without actually begging, for Klaus to do more more more.

He obliges, gladly, grabbing your underwear and gladly yanking it down your legs the same way your flares had gone. Within seconds, he’s pantsless too (later you learn he goes commando most days) and lined up to get inside you.

“This is good, yeah?” he asks, genuinely pausing. He’s a nice guy.

“Yeah,” you breathlessly reply, just wanting him to be buried to the hilt already.

He moves slowly, watching as you shiver and moan at him, the stretch you feel against him.

“You gonna be good for me…. roomie?”

How could you say no?

[sugurouge]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦

oh my sweet suffering, why do you haunt me incessantly? or every time travel taken by takemichi results in a new timeline which continues to exist. inexplicably, draken's destiny of differing alternatives got mixed up and threw him into a painful loop of unending struggle. he can't fathom why you won't communicate with him anymore, why his once blooming relationship from his happy ending fell apart. until a sleepless night brings your fates to entwine one more time, allowing him one last dance with you. alternatively; you see a stranger in your home and suddenly all the odd occurrences in your apartment have a reason

pairing: draken x female reader

genre: angst, hurt, comfort, smut, pain

wordcount: 5.5k, i'm sorry

warnings: manga spoilers, mentions of depression, minor description of death/blood/suffocation, smut eventually, pet names, female oral receiving, soft dom draken, i hope it's obvious that he's a ghost

song inspo: save your tears by the weeknd, aria by jung jin-woo, god knows i tried by lana del rey

notes: i wrote this while i was very sad :')

Dread floods your system the moment you arrive at the front door of your apartment, the feeling only manifests itself further once you come into contact with the door handle to enter your home. Its chilly air is almost as heavy as your heart while you quietly rid yourself of your coat and bag.

“So we’re back to you ignoring me? Like you have for weeks now. That right?” Draken asks with too much edge to his voice as he watches you undress. But you don’t even flinch over its harsh sounds as you walk past him into your bedroom to take out the dress you had planned to wear tonight.

It’s gorgeous, perfect for your figure, hugging you in all the right places for the man to your right to groan in annoyance. “Could you just stop being so dismissive?” Despite your continuing silence does the distance between your figures diminish for Draken to stand right beside you.

Here he is, reaching out his hand for you, like he did numerous times over the past few weeks. But just as expected, you ignore his existence by walking into the bathroom. Getting dressed and styled up, all to drive him mad the minute you grace him with your dolled up figure.

You’re the prettiest girl Ken has ever seen; too pretty for your and his own good. And he knows you won’t reply, “let me at least come with you.”

The hours he spends sitting in your apartment feel endless. No TV or phone in use as the brunet simply stares at the clock on your wall, waiting impatiently for your return. Praying you will come back at all. His fingers run through his hair, tugging on its roots before he covers his face with his palms. How did it even come to this? Why are you still here? Are you petty enough to wait for him to break up with you?

Dozens of questions run through his mind until the click of the door falling into its lock brings immediate silence. His eyes fly up almost immediately, long legs remembering their purpose as they get the man to rise and walk over to your figure. Either you talk to him tonight or it will end, he reminds himself—repeating the words like a mantra.

“Did you have fun?” Draken tries to break the ice while you discard your shoes at your entryway, yet your pretty lips stay glued. Plan B is to address you with names you once loved and if those don’t spark a positive reaction, he at least hopes to garner any form of negative attention. “Baby, please. Aren’t you tired of this?” He swears, he is close to grabbing your arm and forcing you to look at him. His fingers already twitch to reach out and tug you back, but if there is one promise he made to himself, it would be to never scare you, hurt you.

So he lets you wander off, but not without calling you “Princess,” one more time. One last time. The poisonous undertones don’t even seem to bother you as you vanish into the bathroom. It hurts, it breaks his heart because he can’t remember what he did to you. Draken struggles to recall a time where you two were ever this unhappy, all the memories he has are positive. Sure, there were fights but nothing as grave as this. Usually everything was okay the moment your eyes found one another again after spending some time apart. It would be enough to have you crumble and fall only harder for another. “What happened..?” The gentle question gets stuck in his throat as tears brim his lashes.

Unfortunately you don’t seem willing to offer him an answer either once you open the door and only torture the poor guy with silence. He feels as if he is invisible. But when did you become such an expert at ignoring his existence? Usually it takes just his presence or a call of your name for you to notice him and grace him with your sweetest smile—like he is your whole word.

You always made him feel seen. Your unyielding support for him brought him to stand where he is today. Owner of his own bike shop, on the right side of the law, and a ring in his… pocket? He had a ring ready, Draken recalls, before panic floods his system.

The treasure hunt through his clothes ends fruitlessly, but does it even matter anymore? It matters, Ken decides, or his feet did, as they already carry him to your bedroom. He sees you seated on your spacious bed, watches the small tremble to your figure even before he can hear the hiccups. Worry is what courses through his veins upon this discovery and without a single care he find himself kneeling in front of your figure, careful not to get too close but leaving you the option to reach out; if you desire.

“Baby, can’t you finally talk to me? You torture me just as much with everything…” Yet upon your ignorance he loses his last straw as the words begin to pour out of his lips. “If you keep going you know we’ll end up apart, right? You keep pushing me away, keep treating me like I’m nothing. FUCK, look at me. Can’t you finally look into my eyes for once in your goddamn life!” His blood is boiling and your figure is trembling, soft features hidden behind your hands as you only cry more.

Regret.

Draken regrets raising his voice for the entire night. You went to bed without talking to him. Another night where you didn’t even wish him a good night as he once more claimed the spot on your couch.

As the man watches the moon gradually rise and illuminate the room, he decides it's time for a change.

He’s not even sure why sneaking through the apartment seems safer than walking. He still lives here, after all. Yet he feels like a mere gust in the unit as he makes his way toward the front door. Only for his eyes to land on your figure in the dark kitchen, throat dried and in need of water after your night out. It’s at this moment that your eyes land on another and the room falls silent, when you can’t manage to look away from him.

Now, when he finally decides to move on with his life. “Why are you—”

The shatter of glass interrupts his question and brings his brows crease in confusion while Draken watches your expression shift to something unexpected. Something close to being afraid as your feet take two steps back when he approaches you. “It’s just me.” He tries to calm you, but it doesn’t seem to work. Not until your eye contact breaks as you look for any tool or weapon in your kitchen.

You laugh to yourself after taking a deep breath. A 'ghost' is really not something you expected to find in your kitchen, but it explains an awful lot of occurrences you recently had. And thankfully, it is gone the moment your eyes fly up in search for the intruder who stood in the threshold only a moment ago.

And even with the return to your bedroom, body safely tugged beneath your soft blankets, you still notice the drop in temperature which happens almost every night. Tonight, your freezing figure is highlighted by the moonlight as you stare into the void, wondering where exactly you went wrong in life to end up with a possible ghost in your unit and this constant sadness hurting your heart while everyone around you finds love and a home. You can’t even remember the last time you felt your heart beat in excitement or heat coursing through your body upon the touch of another human being.

Here they go again, the diamond droplets eager to stain your pillow cases. You only huff a soft laugh over your own pathetic state.

“Please, stop crying.” Is what the man beside you murmurs while he watches over your shaking figure.

Who broke your heart? You can’t even remember. Unsure about the moment your life fell apart as your memories turn hazy whenever you try to remember your love. For tonight you surrender to the unknown when your eyes grow as heavy as your heart.

Yet your body freezes once you turn around to see someone beside you. A tall man with broad shoulders and dark eyes, so soft and filled with nothing but pain as they meet your gaze. His ebon hair is long and loose, it frames his face perfectly and contrasts so beautifully with his skin tone you can’t even find it in yourself to be afraid of him. Your conscience screams for you to halt your movements, but you already find yourself reaching out. A shaky exhale escapes your lips as your palm rests against his cheek and you feel trails of pain taint his skin once you carefully thumb over the swell of his cheek.

At that, your connection brings together traces of another timeline, of an entirely different life you shared. Something that should have never been able to reach the you in this reality.

Draken leans into your touch and you marvel at the sight of his eyelids fluttering shut, as if he can finally be at peace now that you’ve blessed him with your gentle hold. The beauty of his dark lashes tickling his cheeks is almost as breathtaking as the newly found love hidden in his irises once he meets your magnified stare again.

Goosebumps trail over your form when you feel the cool touch of his fingertips against your wrist before they glide along your arm as silence engulfs your figures; you can’t find it in yourself to question what is happening. The way this man looks at you is so familiar you feel no fear and only find comfort in his touch while he seems mesmerised by every little part of your figure. Ever so gently can you feel his touch glide along your neck, fingertips pushing against your beating pulse and tracing over your jawline before his thumb swipes against your cheekbone. “You’re so breathtakingly beautiful, you know that?” He whispers into the night and brings rivers of salt to map out your face. “Please, don’t cry. I can’t see you cry anymore.” His plea is filled with unspoken emotions he dares not to address, not when you finally acknowledge him again.

“Are you real?” Your whisper breaks the eerie stillness of the moment, as well as his heart. You see it firsthand by the fresh set of tears dancing along his waterline while his lips press into a thin line.

Your question causes something inside his body to stir. The curiosity of your words inflicts a throbbing pain he hasn’t felt in weeks. It starts with a sharp inhale of breath before it seems like his lungs can’t expand any longer. Panic floods his system and he searches your eyes for an answer, but you seem even more lost than him. “I am?” I am real. I am right here, always beside you. Always, like I have for the last few years. Stop this stupid play. Stop hurting me.

There are so many things he wants to say yet none leave his trembling lips. Why can he suddenly no longer feel your soft skin beneath his touch? Why is your pretty face nothing but a blur? Where are you going and why can’t he hear your heavenly voice anymore? “I don’t want to go,” he breathes as the familiar feeling of his slowing heart greets him again. He’s bleeding out all over again. Again? Where do these wounds come from? Why is everything…

While everything seems to end for Draken, your gaze is unwavering as you lose yourself in the depths of his eyes. He exudes such a calmness that you don’t dare to break this moment. Not when someone finally looks at you like you are their everything. Dream or reality morph into one as you surrender yourself to this destiny and close the distance between your bodies to steal a tender kiss from him.

At the feeling of your lips, he is freed from the torture of his death and is overwhelmed with the information flooding his system, as he can’t decipher which memories are correct. The ones with you of this established life or the ones where he decided to join his past love.

Love.

You are love. His love, lover. He gave it all to you, didn’t he? He entrusted you with everything you offered him in return and promised to take care of it until his final breath.

Emma.

I’m on my way, Emma.

Upon the tired words ringing inside his mind, Draken breaks the kiss and looks at you—at the woman who once helped him get over the girl who never once was his.

“Do you not know who I am?” Draken finally dares to ask and feels himself die once more upon the meek shake of your head. “I’m not sure. Are you a…?” Ghost.

Draken swallows his emotions and looks at himself. Feels himself, feels you again. “I don’t know.” Is his truthful answer. “I only know I am yours. And you’re mine.” The brunet pauses once more upon the lack of his beating heart. “I… was yours?” He corrects himself with a bitter expression on his handsome face.

You decide it doesn’t belong there. “A smile would look prettier on you.” You speak before you think and feel how your bashfulness practically renders you defenceless as Draken immediately complies. Tender loving care, adoration, familiarity. He’s no stranger. You begin to understand when you see his smile for the first time and feel how your heart is about to burst from its influence. “See, I knew it,” you whisper and the innocent giddiness accompanying your words is the strongest weapon someone could use against Ken. His smile stretches until dimples decorate his cheeks and tears glaze his eyes to have the moonlight reflect its beauty in his desiring gaze.

His hands rests beside your legs as he can’t find it in himself to stay away from you. “I’m sorry.” The pause to his words that follows suit offers you a window to react to his proximity.

Meanwhile, your warmth draws Draken in. The racing of your pulse dancing beneath your skin guides his fingers along the only body he knows by heart. “I’m sorry for abandoning you in this life. I’m sorry I gave up…” you hear his swallow beside your ear while he shields his face from your curious eyes by resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“I don’t know why I’m here.” The emotions carried out by every syllable that left his lips makes you feel for him. Pity, compassion, love. Your fingers brush his hair back and reveal his intriguing tattoo. A sound of recognition puffs against Draken’s skin upon the distant memory of your fingers tracing the outlines of the dragon tattoo while the same man found solace in your arms.

The images fill your heart with warmth and make it burst in pain at the same time. A love so kind was once supposed to be yours, whereas now, you find yourself alone from day to night.

“I’m sorry.” Draken repeats rather hushed, “I had no clue of all the things I would miss as—” as he was shot to protect someone he considered his family.

You adored Takemichi; you were so intrigued with their story and couldn’t believe you finally were to meet the real guy at Pah’s wedding. Mitsuya even made a dress for you to wear that day and to Draken you were prettier than the bride herself. Unable to take his eyes off you the entire night—his entire life. You were all he yearned for after the pain he endured as a teenager.

He remembers the conversation with Takemichi where he promised to not interfere with your life, but suddenly the same guy sat crying right next to him as raindrops mixed with Draken’s own tears. The memories of Toman and Emma combine with Takemichi’s plea to stay alive.

Because you are Draken. The time traveller argued back then, alongside a name Ken couldn’t remember.

Your name.

Takemichi talked about you, Draken finally realises the moment his arms circle around your waist to hold your figure close against his chest. “I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done and could never do.” He breaks down in your arms while the information he holds closest in his still heart brings yours to life.

How you met, how he fell in love with you, how he admired you throughout every step of the way. The thought of his kisses burns bright in your mind and you crave for a feeling you’ve never experienced.

For a moment you wonder if Draken can read your mind when his lips tentatively ghost along your collarbone. Widened eyes dart up to gauge your reaction, yet you seem as surprised as the culprit himself. “I can’t make it up anymore… I know you can’t take me back.” Draken reveals in the safety of your embrace while another kiss creates the oh-so-unfamiliar sensation of tingles on your skin. “I wish I could stay.” He further confesses while his pecks turn into lingering kisses along your neck. His hands smooth down your waistline before they follow the familiar swell of your thighs for his fingers to brush over your skin. “You’re so beautiful. Don’t ever forget that, okay?” He waits for you to agree. Tender chocolate eyes find joy in your small nod before the whispered “Okay” from his favourite voice dances in his ears.

Yet his momentary grin surprises you, as well as the kiss to your inner wrist, which steals an involuntary moan from your lips. “So pretty,” he murmurs as he closes the distance between your figures. His palm cradles the back of your head while his lips linger against your forehead when he speaks. “Can I show you how much I love you?”

You don’t even find it in yourself to reply with the way your throat tightens up. But your nod is answer enough for Draken, it’s the consent he needed before his lips dip down to meet your own. They move perfectly against another, as if your muscles remember a dance from a long time ago, especially once your tongues engage to deepen the kiss. If only you could breathe back air into his lungs.

Experienced fingers find their way down along your neck and shoulders, supporting your body to rest back into your mattress and let Draken lean above you, shielding you from the world in his safe embrace. Kisses. Kisses on kisses spoil your entire being as if he tries to make up for all the missed out days he could have worshipped your figure. With every piece of clothing he discards, you feel a kiss to a spot previously untouched; from the swell of your breasts down to the sensitive skin on your inner thigh while the comforting darkness of his eyes never strays from your gaze. “So perfect,” Draken whispers into your skin. “You’re always so perfect for me.” His hands hold your waist like they did so many times; but where once he shared his warmth, he now sends shivers down your spine upon the cold pressure of his fingertips. He listens to the orchestra of your beating heart with his ear pressed against your chest—what he wouldn’t give to share this feeling with you once more.

“Ken…” tentatively do you let the name roll off your tongue, careful not to break this illusion by any mistake you could possibly make and wake yourself up. But the man reacts to your little call and looks up into you with wide eyes, curious to find out what you wish to say. “H-How long have we been together?” The question is silly, you scold yourself, but curiosity has always killed the cat. “Over six years” he is quick to inform you before turning his head once more to continue guiding his lips down your body; allowing himself to enjoy the rise and fall of your stomach upon your deep inhales.

“You’ve loved me since I was 18,” he teases. You can immediately tell by the mischievous expression on his face. “I don’t believe you.” He chuckles upon your words before your attention is on anything but your little argument when the kiss on top of your panties feels that good. “You’re right. You didn’t like my hair back then.”

A satisfied hum reverberates in your throat as if you could actually recall his bleached strands, where in fact it’s quiet praise for his lips. “Why that?” Your low question forces Draken to use his brain instead of getting lost between your thighs and he hesitates before he replies. “I was blond.”

If he could, he would blush as you dare to giggle in his face—like you didn’t just nearly moan for him. “You’re so pretty with dark hair,” you’re quick to add as a soft smile spreads on your lips, “too pretty.”

“That’s why you suddenly fell for me, eh?” He mocks, and knows you wouldn’t know, but he remembers. He remembers how difficult it was to get you to talk to him. God knows he tried to get on your good side after bumping into you on the street. Who would have thought someone like you lived that close to his shop while never meeting for years? He remembers your first interaction during this awful summer heat, when someone finally wasn’t too afraid to talk back to him. A single, fiery look shared between you and him was all he needed to allow himself to be attracted to someone again. You turned out to be the cutest riddle begging him to be solved, waiting for him to cradle you in his palm once you felt both ready to love. Faux blond hair turned black, boyish features slimmed down and his heart bloomed again for a new love, a fresh breeze offering him the joy of living again. Of experiencing what he never could with his first.

Why did it turn into this?

The soft call of his name tears him out of his memories and he wishes he could give you all of these moments from another life. Is it even another life? Do multiple timelines exist? Are you together somewhere else? God, he hopes he makes you happy in another life.

“Let me show you what we had.”

At that, your lips find each other once again. The kiss is desperate and deep, it almost seems like Draken doesn’t ever want to pull away now that lack of oxygen can’t hold him back anymore. That is until he catches your panting figure beneath him; your lips are glossed in your mixed spit and your pupils dilated in deep desire. “Just like this…” He whispers against your parted lips before kissing you again. “You’re always so beautiful when you crave me.” Your mouth swallows his words like you’re starved of his compliments.

Starved, parched, abandoned.

His fingers wrap around your wrist and guide you to touch him. He is real after all, even if just for a moment. Allow him to feel your touch, to revel in your warmth as your hand sneaks beneath his shirt and pulls the fabric off his figure. Neither of you expect to find scars on his body. The three shots he took remain as innocent looking scars, unable to fathom their actual grievances, not when the ugly scar of his first death is right beneath.

God knows he lived. He lived, survived and died. Died so many times and lived only one more. Survived the one he always dreamt of where he found his future. His forever. God knows he begged Takemichi to keep you safe, yet he never imagined dying himself again.

You tear him out of his thoughts as your fingers roam his body, from the first wound beneath his heart down to his liver as your tears seem relentless tonight. “Don’t cry.” Draken urges you with a gentle voice and cradles your cheeks to thumb the wet trails away. “Focus on the now, hm?”

The now, with a slow kiss to calm down your aching heart while your hands rest in the familiar curve of Draken’s nape, caressing the sensitive area until he shudders in delight and sighs against your lips, softly groaning as you manage to pull the same reactions from him as always. You would do anything to hear that sound again, forever.

You indulge in another and allow your hands to shamelessly roam a figure that once was your comfort. Unravelling him like your personal present with every glide of your fingertips from his scalp all the way down to his pants.

“Just like that. Relax for me.” Draken whispers as your foreheads meet to allow a new discovery of another’s features. Up close he is even prettier, with soft and full looking lashes to frame his dark irises. You can’t refuse your selfish wish to let your fingertip smooth over his lips before your eyes lock on another again.

Just for a moment, for a few seconds, you get to experience true tranquillity as your shared look conveys countless emotions before you’re closing the distance with a passionate kiss. Only the thin layers of your underwear keeps your bodies separated while his touch has you burning with desire. His lips find their familiar way along your jawline and chest while the hand resting on your spine makes you arch against his kisses, allowing Draken to shove his face into your chest and encase your nipple in the warmth of his mouth.

Shivers ripple over his skin when you finally bless him with a soft moan of his name while his hungry gaze remains focused on your pretty face contorting in tender pleasure. He takes his sweet time spoiling you with nips and gentle sucks, tongue swirling around the perked bud for him to relish in the writhing of your figure. “Beautiful.” He pants into your skin as your fingers thread through his dark tresses to let his unruly mane lose.

The rougher skin of his palm went on an expedition as it travels down your body. Nails tickling your stomach and applying pressure to your inner thighs before the gasp falling from your lips confirms his arrival at your most sensitive spot. “Let me hear you again,” Draken whispers against the dampened patch of your underwear before pressing a soft kiss on top of your clit.

Your small hums in pleasure were clearly not enough for him, judging by how quickly he tugged your panties down and spread your thighs for his mouth to spoil your aching core. A greedy lick along your folds makes you yearn for more of him, all of him. And the teasing trail of his finger running over your slit, spreading your arousal through your folds all to circle your clit until you were nothing but a panting mess had his cock throb in desire.

“Such pretty sounds.” Draken dives in at these words, allowing your legs to rest on his shoulders while his mouth encases your clit. Suckling on the pearl until your hips buck against his mouth, begging him for “more”. And more he is eager to give as his finger slides inside your clenching hole, working you open for a second and third— it’s like your body recognises his ministrations.

You’re unable to contain the tremble of your thighs, toes curling in while your moans turn more shameless with every drag of his fingers inside your pulsing walls. You weren’t sure what to hold on to until the hand wrapped around your clamping fist reminded you of beautiful locks ready for your torturous grip. The groan hitting your folds in return only drove you further toward your high as you desperately held onto every crumb Draken offered you.

White clouds your vision the moment his tongue circles your clit and gushes around the determined fingers pumping inside your gummy walls. Draken relishes the heavy orgasm he steals from you as you make sure to let him feel the impact his touches, kisses and licks had on your figure. Your whole being was enwrapped in euphoria, chest heaving up and down as if you were trying to breathe for the both of you while your mind allowed nothing but his name to be formed by your lips.

At some point you can’t even hold on to him anymore, grip on his hair slacking as your body grows lax. But suddenly, the taste of your cum forced your attention on the lips moving against your own, on the tongue slipping inside your mouth.

You succumb to it, to him, and let your hands smooth over taut muscles and through soft strands before they wrap around the waistband of his boxers to finally allow your figures to melt into one. He was pushing into you, stretching you, testing and bringing you past your expected limits, all while your moans met in the shared space between your parted lips, brushing and teasing another with the faint contact.

A deft hand skims along your inner thigh and adjusts your leg further for him to find a secure home between your thighs. “Doing so perfect for me,” you drink the praises from his lips while your legs are held open by Draken’s hands, nails leaving soft dents behind to stabilise his form on top of you. “Gonna let me move now?” He murmurs against your lips and you nod, replying a “please, do,” in a slightly higher-pitched whine as his cock remains nestled deep inside your gummy walls, pulsing in need.

You didn’t expect him to pull back until he could knock the air out of your lungs with his first thrust, but Draken always loved to surprise you. You whimper upon the stretch, hands flying up to cover your face and the filthy noises coming from your trembling lips.

He isn’t having any of it. The firm hold around your wrist tells you as much as Draken reveals your pretty features once again. Soothing your mind with a gentle shush against the shell of your ear while he traces your cheekbone with his thumb. “Let go for me.”

He feels your walls ease up once your bodies are flush against another, dousing you with a safety blanket created by his figure as your legs wrap around his waist and your hands come up to cradle his face in your hold. Draken leans into your touch and lets his eyes fall shut, experiencing bliss in the smallest touches while his hips find a languid rhythm inside your walls.

The deep groans ringing against your skin has you tightening around him, holding onto him every chance you get now that even your arms are wrapped around his neck and your fingers buried in his locks, nails scratching over his scalp.

Draken soaks up every moment. From the way your pussy hugs his cock tightly, to the squelch of your wetness, the moans and whimpers. Why can’t this be his heaven?

“Good girl, taking me so well.” He presses his face against your cheek, diminishing any distance there was left while grinding his cock deep inside you. To your surprise, there is no rush to his movements, no desire to ruin you, but instead make you feel loved and desired. Draken always knew how to make up for his lack of verbal affirmation.

The sounds of your mixed moans creates a requiem for love as your eyes hold this distinct spark you always praised him with when he brought you near your orgasm.

His head dips down to claim your mouth once more, eyes shut to allow himself the pleasure of getting lost in you for the last time. “Mine,” he whispered against your lips, movements relentless in order to push you over the edge.

That’s when your nails dig into his skin, drag along his shoulder as your back arches into him. He was thrusting inside you harder as his unfiltered moans hit you raw with his cock throbbing inside you.

At that, you came. Head squishing the pillows beneath you as you sink deeper into your mattress, pretty moans and praises for his name sounding your bedroom as Draken’s movements remain unfaltering. Until he follows your demand and groans your name, head falling into the safe crook of your shoulder and neck when he comes. He pantes in sentiment, not that he still needed air, but it felt good to have your chests rise and fall against another.

Here, in this moment, you created a passionate bond that will survive for eternity. With your heart thrumming against his chest, beating for two as tears brim your lash line. You nuzzle against his temple, allowing yourself to stay in this moment where you feel nothing but bliss.

And God knows he loved—God knows you’ve lost. This is where your story in this timeline ends.

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Do you remember our first? It was such a beautiful summer. Would you believe me if I told you that promise still waits here?

The marigolds will bloom when we are on our way to meet again, in the place where the sun shines bright, I will stand there and wait for you.

Until then I’ll let this heart go. So, I hope you can forget me for now, I hope you will live your life.

[sazc94]

The Way I Loved you

A long overdue Bucky fic for my girl @lannycleave consider this a delayed birthday gift <3

Also Please accept this as another entry to the wonderful @msmarvelwrites

2k Challenge because her challenege seems to be one of the only things able to inspire me at the moment.

Pairing Steve and Reader and Bucky and Reader.

Warning 18+ Only as it's smutty. Daddy kink (maybe idk). Angst. Some fluff (Steve being a perfect boring gentlemen). Surbuan Au type Thing

Not Proof read so my apologies.

Dating Steven Grant Rogers was a dream, He's charming and endearing and you were comfortable. He was reliable, never made you wait, always calling exactly when he says he will. A true prince charming on a white horse always there to sweep you off your feet.

He was always opening doors for you, got on with your mother and talked business with your father. You two were a match made in heaven, he a Captain in the army and you the perfect small-town girl that everyone wanted.

You never had to worry about where you stood with Steve, he would always tell you how beautiful you looked, have you home by a reasonable hour (even though you were in your 20’s and lived alone). He would always respect you and your space, never pushing you for more than a kiss, or at a push a steamy make out session.

However, that’s where the problem was, you were comfortable, you wanted passion, you wanted him to want you, touch you, fuck you. Anything just anything to make you feel that fire you had once felt with James Bucky Barnes. Sadly, Steve was just too much of a gentleman and would never do anything beyond a make out session in his car, he never came into your apartment always making up some excuse about how that wasn’t the proper thing to do.

Your single friends thought you were crazy. They were jealous. you had the perfect specimen of a man with his blonde hair and blue eyes and his abs, oh god his abs, he was perfectly sculpted almost like he had been made out of a bottle. He was a great kisser you just didn’t feel anything.

Then there was Bucky, he was also in the army, a Sergeant. He was just as muscular as Steve however where Steve had short blonde perfectly sculpted hair (like a ken doll except blonde), Bucky was a brunette, when you had first met him he had shaggy brown hair however he had cut it once he had been called up to the army.

Both had blue eyes, however where Steve’s sparkled, Bucky’s felt like the ocean like you were downing in them, and oh god the little lick of his lips he did when he smirked, it melted you into a puddle. Bucky had always adored you, calling you doll treating you right, but after the first tour things had changed.

Bucky had lost an arm and whilst he got an amazing prosthetic thanks to Stark industries the softness, he once had to him was long gone.

The love between you became somewhat toxic, screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it's 2:00 a.m. and you were cursing his name. But the sex. Oh god the sex. It was always electric after a fight.

One minute your screaming and fighting, cursing telling him that you cant stand him, the next minute his lips would be crashing onto yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You let him take control because when Bucky Barens wanted you with such a raw animalistic way, who were you too refuse?

Buckys hands cupped your ass, urging you to jump and wrap your legs around him, Whilst you and Bucky were freaky, you weren’t quite fuck outside in your apartments front garden freaky. Buckys tall muscular frame was taught beneath the shirt as he carried you into your apartment.

Thankfully you were on the ground floor and as soon as Bucky was in your apartment he kicked the door shut behind him.

Bucky backed you against the wall next to the door your body becoming putty beneath his as he pushed his hardened cock against you, the friction of your PJ short. You couldn’t help but moan as your arousal started to soak through your shorts.

Bucky slipped his hand down your shorts and let out a dark chuckle.

“Stupid little slut of mine, already so wet for me and I’ve barley even begun, when im done with you, you wont even remember your own name” Bucky growled.

You loved Bucky, so you knew he would never do anything to truly hurt you, but the way his eyes darkened with arousal, hunger, a want for you, no a need for you, and the way he spoke down to you. Sent shivers down your spine and and arousal flooding to your pussy.

Bucky began harshly swipping your swollen clit, pushing one finger in and then another before he began harshly scissoring you with fingers.

“Dumb slut, whats the matter cat got your tongue? Bucky said pushing a third finger inside you, Buckys pace quickened working that magic spot, before long your orgasm was crashing through you. Bucky worked his fingers still inside you slowing the pace to bring you down form your high.

Once your breathing had slowed Bucky grabbed your legs which had dropped from his waist and pulled you tight around him before walking into your bedroom.  He dropped you on the bed and began removing his pj pants.

He clicked to the spot on the floor in front of him.

“On your knees, bitch” he said. You complied arousal flooding through you again.

“There’s a good little girl” he cooed. You felt yourself flush at his appraisal.

By now Bucky had removed all his clothes and was standing in front of you his erect cock stretching out, you felt your mouth water slightly with anticipation. Bucky had a large cock, but it was also wide, your lips parted slightly as Bucky pumped his hand down his cock lazily. Bucky swiped his thumb over his bulbous head and gathered his pre-cum with his thumb, he then wiped it across your lips followed by a deep kiss.

You moaned slightly as the tang taste of his precum mixed with the taste of his lips. Suddenly Bucky broke the kiss and without warning he shoved his cock in your mouth. You whined slightly at the intrusion.

“That’s my good girl taking daddy’s cock so well. Wanna feel those pretty little lips do some good” Bucky then pulled his cock almost all the way out from your mouth before snapping his cock back into your mouth.

Bucky grabbed your hair and began to fuck your mouth at a relentless pace, you felt your eyes start to tear up as you gagged around his thick cock. You tried to remember how to breathe but you could feel yourself slipping into that cockdrunk haze Bucky seemed to put you in.

“Stupid little slut doesn’t know how to behave, seems to forget who loves her. That’s okay Daddy will help you remember” Bucky said slamming into your throat again. All you could do was whimper in response. Suddenly Bucky removed his cock from your mouth. He wiped your tears away and kissed you gently. He picked you up with ease and placed you on the bed.

Bucky rolled you round so you were face down before gently pulling your ass towards him. You didn’t let his sudden gentleness fool you, you knew Bucky was about to absolutely destroy you. You couldn’t help the arousal pooling in your cunt as Bucky ran his hands languidly along your body, leaving a trail of blazing hot kisses along your neck, shoulder and back.

“Such a pretty little girl when you’re quiet, what’s the matter baby, cat got your tounge?” Bucky said as he teased his cock along your wet folds and you mewled in response.

“Now you’re going to be a good little girl and take what daddy gives you aren’t you?” Bucky asked. You nodded in response.

“Need to hear you use your words Princess” Bucky growled.

“Yes daddy” you replied compliantly.

That was all the confirmation Bucky needed and then he plunged his hardened cock inside your waiting cunt the groan you let out was purely pornographic. Bucky stilled a moment inside you before he began to drag his cock along your walls. Buck tangled his hand in your hair and pulled you up so your back was flush with his chest. You sucked in a breath at the new angle as Bucky began to quicken his pace.

“Bucky” was all you managed to say as his other hand found its way to your clit. Bucky began to furiously swipe circles on your throbbing clit with his thumb as he slammed himself in and out of you, the only sounds that filled the air were the heavy breaths you were taking and slopping sound as Bucky pounded into you over and over.

Bucky could feel you were close by the way you would squeeze around him, you felt him grin against you as he quickened the pace of his thumb around your sensitive bundle of nerves, you could feel the coil in your stomach building at an alarming pace and before you knew it you were hurtling toward your second orgasm.

Bucky had two choices as he felt you squeeze around you, he could follow closely behind like he so desperately wanted too or he could drag this out for a while longer, however as he felt you clench around him in the way that makes him loose his mind every god-damn time he decided to chase his own release and soon you felt the ropes of his hot seed spilling inside you.

Bucky stayed inside you for a moment before gently pulling out of you, he went into the bathroom and ran a bath with your favourite bath salts before coming back for you and gently easing you in the bath.

Steve had picked you up at 8pm sharp he had told you to dress a little fancy and that he was taking you to dinner and dancing. You sat in your small town’s fancy restaurant ran by a local Italian family “Mastriani’s” you had the table tucked away in the corner surrounded by fairy lights, a bottle of red wine between you. Dinner had been equiste a rich tomato pasta dish with a sprinkling of cheese. You were waiting for desert when Steve removed his hand from yours.

You didnt think anything of it your thoughts were elsewhere and then Suddenly Steve was on the floor on one knee. His shiny blue eyes looking at you with such adoration.

“Y/N” he began.

“I know its only been 8 short months, but I love you with my entire being. I talked to your dad, all you have to do is pick out a white dress and say yes. Y/N will you make me the happiest man in town and do me the honour of becoming my wife” Steve asked.

Your mind began to race, Steve was proposing, you would be crazy not to say yes. Sure he was a bit boring, and you two hadn’t even had sex yet but he was a safe choice. Steve looked at you with love and adoration. And suddenly you couldn’t breathe, all you could think of was Bucky. Your eyes filled with tears but this didn’t worry Steve he believed they were happy tears.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled. Steve just looked at you puzzled, not sure he had heard you correctly. He took your hand in his and squeezed it tight, in what he hoped was a reassuring measure. You pulled your hand back with speed you didn’t know you had.

“I’m sorry Steve, I cant say yes” you said dropping your napkin on the table and rushing out the restaurant. You tried to block out the gasps and stares from the people around you.

When you got to the front of the restaurant it was hammering down with rain. You didn’t care you slipped of your heels and took of running. Your heart hammering in your chest as your red dress stuck to you in the rain. The warm summer wind whipping around you only soaking you more. Your vision was becoming obscured as the rain ran down your face but you didnt care. You had to see him.

After a 10 minute run in the rain you found yourself at his door, his jeep was outside but that didnt nessicarily mean he was home or if he was that he was alone. Fear gripped your chest tightly for a moment but you had come this far, no point turning back. You hammered on his door, after no immediate signs of movement you hammered again.

 

Suddenly you felt all the adrenaline leave your body, convinced Bucky was in their with another womans. You ran back down the stairs as tears started to form in your eyes you had just made it to he bottom when the door behind you opened.

“Y/N?” Bucky questioned. Rubbing his eyes. You paused on the step.

“Uh-yeah, forget it, I’ve clearly made a mistake coming here” You said before you started to run off down the street in the direction you had just come from.

Bucky, in nothing but pyjama pants didn’t hesitate to chase after you, grabbing his keys from the bowl near the door.

“Y/N! Wait!” He screamed at you. You couldn’t help but freeze on the spot. Bucky closed the distance between you in a matter of moments.

“Whats the matter Y/N? Did someone hurt you?” Bucky asked his hands hovering over your arms before ultimately he dropped them down to his side.

“He proposed” you whispered. Bucky recoiled as if you’d slapped him, his bright blue eyes darkened with sadness, his brown hair darkened by the rain.

“I’m sure you’ll be very happy together” Bucky chuckled darkly.

He knew he hadn’t treated you the best when you were together but still it hurt the thought of Steve Rogers, golden boy touching his girl.

“I didn’t say yes” you said reaching for him. Bucky stood frozen in shock, why were you here then if not to rub it in his face that he had messed up his chance with you.

“When he proposed, all I could think was how it wasn’t you” your voice came out in a choke. Even now you were scared that he didn’t love you.

Bucky felt all the breath in him leave at once, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You mistook his silence as a bad thing.

“I miss everything about you Buck, I miss how you would moan at me for leaving the toothpaste cap off and how you could never find it. I miss the way your blue eyes would light up like Christmas anytime you met a cat. I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, when its 2am and I’m cursing your name, because that’s the way I love you” you cried. All at once Bucky’s hands were on your face and his lips were crashing against yours. Rain poured down around you but in that moment all that existed was Bucky and you.

[fandomdancer]

Too Far

(Trying to be braver and posting work here on Tumblr.

Fandom: The Flash (Arrowverse)

Work in progress. Name edit: Roslyn's friend is named Gilbert (was originally Garrick). May change again.

Summary: Roslyn is having a fight with her best friend Gilbert. The topic is Eobard Thawne. Roslyn can't figure out why Gilbert is so focused on him. Gilbert can't believe Roslyn doesn't see what's right in front of her. And what happens when Gilbert's insulting of Eobard goes too far?)

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(c. Fall 2168, Central City High School)

“He’s not the kinda guy you should be wastin’ time with.”

Gilbert stood close enough to her that the hairs on her body stood up and she could smell the detergent his clothes had been washed in. Normally, being cornered by Gilbert Haustveld was something most girls Roslyn’s age would enjoy. But she had the advantage of being his best friend for several years, and so his pouty lips and striking blue eyes did nothing to fuzz her brain or make her forget the argument they were currently having.

She ducked under him and grabbed his arm, dragging him away from the pillar and the group of curious students…a group that included the topic of their current conversation…listening in on them. “I don’t care,” she whispered, “who you think I should hang out with. I’m not part of any group or clique that has preexisting expectations.”

“He makes you look bad,” Gilbert pushed, not bothering to lower his voice.

“Oh please,” she scoffed. “Like anyone at this school cares about the image I portray. I’m a tree-hugger, remember? I don’t influence anyone.”

“He does,” Gilbert said. “He’s influencing you and you don’t even see it.”

Roslyn threw up her hands. "This is going beyond a friendly warning, Gilbert . What's your problem with him, really?"

"His parents had him genetically engineered." The words dripped with disdain as Gilbert spat them out, still uncaring of his volume. Roslyn tried to drag him further away, but he planted his feet. She swore softly and glared at him.

"Who cares?"

"Come on, Rosie, don't be thick. The technology's new enough that most of the plain Janes and Johns can't even consider it. Those that scrape together enough do it to stop their kids from being born brain deficient or from getting sick later on life. But the Thawnes? They not only gave 2.0 over there enhanced intelligence to make sure he wasn't average, but they added a specific look!! They literally engineered their heir to the empire, right down to the color of his hair and that cleft in his chin! You can't tell me that isn't disgusting."

Roslyn struggled not to look in Eobard's direction. "You mean to tell me that your parents, if given the opportunity, wouldn't do the same thing to you?"

"Please! My parents are human. They realize they have to take the responsibility of raising a son to respect and learn their business. They're not going to spend ridiculous amounts of money manufacturing a lifeless Ken doll with the right I.Q. so they don't have to be concerned about the harder parts of being a parent."

"Perhaps they should." Eobard's velvety voice broke into the conversation, making both of them jump and turn, Roslyn with a mortified look on her face and Gilbert with a smirk. "It's highly improbable that someone with your deficiencies will live up to anyone's expectations, parental or romantic."

Roslyn flinched as Gilbert's smug smirk vanished. The students around them 'ooooh'ed, making others turn to look.

"Just what is that supposed to mean, Bardo?" Gilbert sneered.

Eobard stepped gracefully up next to Roslyn, and she felt the heat of his hand hovering near the small of her back. It sent a strange tingle through her body, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from shivering as her skin warmed. A strange look crossed Gilbert’s face, horror and betrayal and anger all mixed into a few micro-expressions that flashed by almost too fast to be seen. It was enough to bring Roslyn’s eyebrows together into a confused furrow. What just happened?

"My I.Q. far outstrips yours, so I'll be sure to use small words," Eobard said softly. "You. Are. A. Moron."

Gilbert swung. Eobard moved swiftly, shoving Roslyn backwards as the boy’s fist flew right past where she had been. It looked as though Eobard’s cheekbone was about to feel the full force of the punch, but the slender boy ducked smoothly, slipping around Gilbert’s other side. When he came back up, his haughty, smug expression had faded to a bone-chilling glare, his eyes sparking with an awakened power and his clenched jaw showing the beginning of bared teeth. Whooping erupted around them as the students circled up, eagerly anticipating the fight.

"Face me!" Eobard still managed to speak in a purr, but now the fury in his voice made the air crackle around them. "You'll see, Haustveld, that I am anything but...lifeless."

Gilbert didn’t hesitate, lunging forward. Eobard braced, his lips pulling apart into a mad grin that sent chills down Roslyn’s spine. She opened her mouth to scream at Gilbert to stop, but in the next instant Eobard had shifted his weight and was twisting sideways as Gilbert barreled straight through where he had been a moment before. The students dodged wildly in every direction to get out of his way, and in the blink of an eye Eobard was beside Roslyn again, his hand now very boldly on the small of her back and his lips by her ear, whispering. “We need to go.”

The feel of his breath on her skin sent a paralyzing wave of goosebumps over her, and when she looked up, his face was much too close to make sense. She pushed her words through, determined to defend Gilbert no matter how deserving he was of Eobard’s insult. “My friend isn’t a moron, Eo. He’s wrong about you but he isn’t---”

The impact cut off her words, Gilbert’s shoulder slamming into her and shoving her aside as he tackled Eobard. Roslyn tried to shift her weight to keep her balance, but her foot came down on a rock and her ankle twisted wildly. With a cry of pain, she fell to the ground, her mind briefly blanking out from the shock and surprise.

Heavy thumps and thuds filled the air nearby, punctuated by grunts and groans of pain. The two boys were tussling only a few feet from her, Gilbert pinning Eobard to the ground and raining blows onto the boy’s chest and head. The students cheered them on, with a few of them shooting Roslyn sympathetic, concerned looks. She struggled to sit up, her ankle throbbing harder with the motion, and she put her hands around it, wishing she could stop the pain.

“How dare you?” Eobard suddenly roared. Roslyn looked over to see both of them looking at her, Eobard with growing rage and Gilbert with a dawning expression of horror.

“Come at me all you want!” Eobard growled before pulling his fist back and smashing it into the side of Gilbert’s face. “But. Don’t. Touch. Her.” Each word was punctuated by a fist, pounding the words home, until Gilbert was scrambling to get off of him and Eobard was rolling and springing to his feet. Before Gilbert could regain his balance Eobard had tackled him, knocking him flat on his back. The smaller boy straddled him, and then brought his fists down. He didn’t punch Gilbert’s face, but rather his stomach, his solar plexus, and his neck. He even boxed his ears, turning the boy beneath him into a choking, writhing mess, too stunned to fight back.

Teachers were now fighting to get between the students, some of whom were too engrossed in the action to register that authorities had arrived. Others started yelling: “Teacher, teacher!” and ran.

“Thawne! Haustveld! Break it up!” Mr. Corio had no hesitation about grabbing Eobard and bodily hauling him off of the coughing Gilbert. Ms. Steinway ran to Roslyn, helping her up. Roslyn allowed the world to sink into a cacophony of sound and swirling images as she tried to master the agony slicing through her ankle up her leg. She managed to look over at Gilbert, who was restrained by Mr. Langley. He was still wheezing for breath, his fists weakly swinging at the air, his brain unwilling to accept that the fight was over. Mr. Corio was restraining Eobard, who was favoring his right foot as blood dripped from his nose and mouth. One of his eyes was beginning to swell closed and a bruise was darkening his cheekbone. But his good eye was locked on Gilbert, and the hatred burning in it was palpable.

“This isn’t over!” he snarled.

“K…kill…you!” Gilbert shouted back, choking on the words.

“Enough!” Mr. Corio yelled, shaking Eobard and making him groan in pain. “Both of you, cool it, now!”

“He sta….-started….started…”

“You started it!” Roslyn shouted, cutting Gilbert off, outraged by his feeble attempt to shift the blame. “You tried to hit me!”

“Not….you! Him!”

“Everyone quiet!” Mr. Langley interjected, his soft voice a surprising entry into the conversation. “We will sort all of this out. Right now, all three of you are going to the nurse’s office and if any of you try anything, all three of you will be suspended. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Mr. Langley,” Roslyn murmured.

“Yeah,” Gilbert breathed.

“Sure,” Eobard said.

[starlightbuck]

20 for the meet cute prompts 👀👀👀

20. You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought. 

the way you look tonight || read on AO3

“Why are you walking so fast?”

Chim darts an unimpressed glance over his shoulder. “Because I’m a man on a mission. Now hurry up, Buckley.”

Buck picks up speed, trying to understand how it is that he’s struggling to keep up. His legs are longer than Chim’s, so shouldn’t he be the one setting the pace for the two of them? Not vice versa?

“If I walk quicker, will you finally tell me where we’re going?”

Chim had showed up at Buck’s apartment less than an hour ago and all but dragged Buck out the door without any explanation. Buck had gone willingly, mostly because he was bored and didn’t have any other plans for the day. That hadn’t stopped him from wondering what destination Chim had in mind for them.

He had asked where they were going once they got into the car. His question was met with silence so Buck decided to ask a second time. That time, Chim just raised the volume all the way up on the radio. Buck caught the hint and didn’t ask again.

“If you walk quicker, you’ll find out on your own.” Buck, having not yet caught up to Chim, sticks his tongue out at the back of his head. “Very mature, Buck.”

That stops Buck in his tracks. “How did you see that?”

“I didn’t. I just know how immature you are.”

They continue walking at an almost grueling pace until finally, Chim slows down. It’s such a relief to Buck that he doesn’t even acknowledge their surroundings until Chim is pulling a glass door open and gesturing for Buck to walk in. He does so immediately, drawn in by the cool air conditioning that directly contrasts the overbearing Los Angeles heat.

It’s once Buck steps foot inside the store that he realizes where he is and promptly does an about face.

“Uh uh.” Chim blocks Buck’s escape route, standing in front of the door with his hands on his hips. “You’re not going anywhere until you find yourself a new suit.”

It’s the same thing Maddie has been telling Buck for months now, apparently unhappy with the perfectly good suit he has hanging up in his closet. He doesn’t understand why she’s so adamant about him not wearing it. It cost him a fair amount of money and he knows he looks good in it. Why would he waste his time and money buying a new one?

He’s about to say as much to Chim, but is cut off by a wave of Chim’s hand.

“And don’t tell me you already have a suit. Maddie has deemed it unsuitable and what she says goes.”

“Doing my sister’s dirty work now, huh?”

Chim’s expression doesn’t waver, lips set in a straight line as he takes a couple of steps towards Buck. “Yes I am because she’s carrying our unborn child and I love her.”

Buck can’t say he was expecting that response and it works to disarm him long enough for Chim to grab his forearm and march the two of them to the front of the store.

“Didn’t take you for a romantic, Chim.”

Chim doesn’t rise to the bait like Buck’s hoping he will. Instead, his future brother-in-law sets his sights on one of the store’s employees and lets her know that they’re on a quest for a new suit for Buck. She is very efficient, taking Buck’s measurements and then leading him over to the first rack of suits to get a feel for what styles he prefers. Once that has been accomplished, she guides Buck to a fitting room and lets him know that she’ll be back with a few options for him to try.

“I can’t believe you betrayed me like this,” Buck whines through the curtain as he buttons up a burgundy long-sleeve top and slides on the black suit jacket.

“This isn’t so bad.”

Buck pushes the curtain aside so he can show Chim the fourth suit combination he’s changed into. “That’s easy for you to say,” he grumbles. While Buck’s been forced to change in and out of suits like some kind of Ken doll, Chim has been lounging in a comfortable armchair with a cold water bottle one of the employees brought out for him.

“I don’t think that’s the one either.”

“Why not?”

Chim shrugs, not even bothering to hide his smirk. “Just doesn’t seem right. Let’s see the next one.”

Buck clenches his fist and stomps right back into the fitting room before he can say something that might be used against him in the future. This is exactly why Buck refused to go suit shopping when Maddie brought it up, but at least she would’ve been a better shopping companion. She would’ve actually offered constructive criticism whereas Chim is just turning down everything Buck has tried on. Buck can’t tell if Chim is doing it out of spite or if he genuinely hasn’t liked anything Buck has tried on so far.

The final suit left to try on is olive green and definitely not something Buck would’ve chosen for himself. It’s why he left the option for last, hoping that any of the other suits he tried on would’ve been a winner. He changes slowly, knowing that once this suit is rejected, he’ll have to wait all over again for the same employee as before to pick another round of things for him to try on.

“Alright, here’s the last one,” Buck announces, not bothering to look in the mirror before stepping back out to face Chim. He fiddles with the cuff link, waiting for Chim’s opinion. “What do you think?”

“I think you look very handsome.”

Buck startles at the sound of a voice that definitely doesn’t belong to Chim. His suspicions are confirmed when he looks up and finds a young boy with sandy hair and glasses in the chair that Chim was sitting on only moments earlier. “You’re not Chim.”

“No, I’m Chris,” he answers with a toothy grin. The kid, Chris, is far cuter than he has any right to be. Buck finds himself smiling for the first time since stepping foot inside of the store. “That’s a nice color.”

“You think so?”

Chris nods emphatically, glasses tipping precariously on the tip of his nose when he does. He pushes them back into place and gives Buck a once-over. “It’s different, but I like it. Can you spin?”

“Spin?”

“Yeah, you know. Spin.” Chris twirls his finger around in the air to show Buck what he means. “Abuela says you have to look at an outfit from every angle to make sure it looks good.”

Well if that’s what Abuela says, who is Buck to argue?

“Make sure to do it slowly so I can see you,” Chris instructs and Buck does just that, taking his time as he walks in a small circle. He does it twice, moving his arms around during his second spin to see how the suit feels when movements are involved.

He’s just about to face Chris again to receive the child’s final verdict on the suit when Buck sees his reflection in the mirror.

I don’t hate it is the first thought that comes to mind. This might be the one is his second thought.

“Does it look good from every angle, Chris?”

Buck turns back around and almost chokes on his saliva.

Chris is still sitting in the armchair but he’s not alone anymore. There’s a man, an extremely attractive one, standing beside Chris with a collection of suits slung over his arm and amusement shining in his brown eyes.

They’re really nice eyes.

Attached to an even nicer face.

“It looks very good,” Chris answers solemnly, completely unaware of the tailspin Buck’s mind has just been launched into. What does it say about Buck that this kid is able to concentrate on the task at hand while Buck has been sidetracked by someone’s presence? “Daddy, what do you think?”

And oh. If Buck thought having this man stare at him was a distraction before, it’s nothing in comparison to how he feels when the man brings his free hand up to stroke the scruff that covers his chin. It’s a contemplative look that has Buck’s heart doing a backflip or cannonball or something else ridiculous and unbecoming of someone of his age.

So not only has Buck’s brain short-circuited, but his heart has as well.

Traitors.

“It’s a good look,” the brunette finally decides. The words shouldn’t hold anywhere near as much weight as they do. “Definitely a top contender in my opinion.”

Buck is not blushing, he’s not.

Maybe if he tells himself that enough times, it’ll eradicate the tinge of pink that he knows has stained his cheeks.

“Does that mean you’re gonna buy it?” Chris’s question breaks Buck out of his stupor. “Because I think you should.”

Chris’s dad raises his hand. “I second that statement.”

“And I third that statement,” Chim says, appearing out of nowhere wearing a smile that always spells trouble for Buck. Of course he’d choose now to show up again. “Who are your friends, Buck?”

“I’m Chris!” He holds his hand out for Chim to shake. “And this is my dad.”

“Eddie,” his father supplies, also taking a second to shake Chim’s hand.

“Buck was looking for you before.” Chris explains and Buck is glad that the kid is explaining the situation because Buck doesn’t think he would’ve been able to. “But don’t worry. I helped him and told him how handsome he looks.”

Buck doesn’t have to look at Chim to know that he’s withholding his laughter. “Oh you did, did you?”

Is it wrong of Buck to wish that a black hole will appear and swallow him whole? It’s probably dramatic, but he can live with that. At least then he would be able to retain some of his reputation. He already knows that Chim, and by extension Hen, will never let him live this down.

Buck decides it’s best to cut his losses and heads into the dressing room to get changed. The curtain muffles the voices outside, but he can still hear Chim’s laughter. Buck can’t tell if this is a blessing or a curse.

By the time he exits the dressing room again, the laughter outside has subsided and Eddie is nowhere to be found. Buck swallows back his disappointment, a fact made easier by the bright smile Chris directs at him. “Buck! Are you ready to help daddy find a suit too?”

“I-uh what?”

“Help Eddie find a suit,” Chim repeats, as if the problem Buck had with that statement was that he didn’t hear it. “I told Chris that he could keep you for the afternoon so you could pay him back for helping you.”

Buck’s jaw falls open as he stares at Chim in disbelief. Buck was only gone for a few minutes, how did Chim manage to set this whole thing up that quickly?

“I’ll take these off of your hands,” Chim says, taking the suits from Buck. “You can pay me back for the suit later.”

Chim’s final sentence is accompanied by a wink that lets Buck know he’s going to be expected to pay Chim back for more than just the suit. He’s gone before Buck can so much as put up a fight and then Buck is left alone with Chris.

“I’m ready, Chris!” The low voice comes from the dressing room right beside Buck’s and he does not think about the fact that Eddie was getting changed at the same time he was. “You ready for me?”

“I am! Buck?”

Buck glances around the room, curious as to where that employee who helped him earlier is. She’s the one who supplied Chim with a water bottle earlier and something tells Buck he’s about to be very thirsty. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

[samshine99]

First Impressions

Sam hadn’t counted on them getting caught. He had carefully calculated every possible outcome, yet he had never thought that Mick and Ketch would sell them out. Sam had known the minute they arrived that they were fucked. Dean had decided that they were going to ride in the most obvious car. The car the Winchester’s had become known for; their black 1967 Chevy Impala. If they had chosen the car Sam had wanted, a nice inconspicuous used 2005 Lincoln, they would have had a better chance at not being caught. But Dean, being the hard-headed man he was, wouldn’t hear. So here Sam and Dean were, hands and ankles chained together, walking towards their cells.

The policemen roughly tossed them in and told them that their guards would be there soon.

“Ya know, Sammie we wouldn’t be-”.

“Dean, shut the fuck up. You wanted to bring the Impala, which is basically a red flag saying “Oh The Winchesters are here,” Sam said, laying down on the way too small mattress. Dean opened his mouth to respond but heard voices coming their way.

“Come on Cassie, they wouldn’t have put us together if they thought one of us would do. Besides, they could be cute and I could use some eye candy.”

“Gabe, these are mobsters. They could kill you in under a minute. Besides they aren’t some small family, These are The fucking Winchesters, one of the biggest mob families out there.” Sam chuckled in his cell, the younger Winchester was hidden all but his legs. The laugh brought the officers attention back to the matter at hand.

“Which do you want, Cassie? Mr. Ken doll or Mysterio over there?,” the short, golden haired man asked.

“I’ll take Dean or should I say ‘Mr. Ken Doll’, the tall dark haired one responded.

“Guess that means I got Mysterio,” Gabe pulled a chair over and sat down in front of Sam’s cell. Gabe sighed loudly and pulled out a magazine. He looked into the cell, however the shadows hid Sam’s face. Dean, on the other hand, was flirting vigorously with Cas.

“So, do guys like you come here often?,” Dean asked, leaning against the wall of his cell.

“I’m just your guard. NOT one of your little sluts that will come whenever you call,” Cas said, sitting up a little straighter.

“Dean, stop flirting with your guard. I get that you may not be able to keep it in your pants for any time greater than 2 hours, but you're gonna have to learn how to,” Sam said, rolling over onto his side.

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Gabe didn’t see what Sam looked like until it was meal time. Even then, Gabe had to draw him out.

“Yo food. And please make my job easier and eat the food. I don’t want to have to force feed you,” Gabe said, entering the cell and placing the food down.

“Turn on the light, please,” Sam groaned, rolling over. Gabe nodded and flipped the lightswitch. Gabe left and turned to lock the door. When he finished, he looked up and finally got a glimpse at the younger Winchester. Sam was muscular, however not like Dean was. Sam’s muscles were there but they were as prominent as his brothers. His eyes were...well Gabe couldn’t see them quite well but he guessed they were just as beautiful as Sam. Sam was obviously quite tall, however the ceiling was too low in the cell for him. Gabe gave him a small smile, and the mobster gave him one in return.

The siblings ate quite differently. Sam used the silverware and ate with manners, like he was eating at some fancy restaurant, not on the floor of a jail cell. Dean however ate like an animal, he crammed in the food, not caring how he looked. Cas must have had a disgusted look on his face because Sam apologized.

“I am so sorry about my brother’s horrendous manners,” Sam said, his eyes never leaving the tray of food. Cas shook his head and didn’t respond. Sam, however, didn’t say anything and finished eating. When Sam was done he stood up, taking the tray with him, and put it on the desk. Gabe entered and took the tray.

Unlike his brother, the younger Winchester wasn’t as clear with his flirting. As Gabe left the cell, Sam’s eyes trailed over the guards body. Sam’s guard looked soft and comforting. Where Cas was firm and toned, Gabe was soft. Everything about Gabe looked welcoming. Sam knew that if he wanted to not fall for the guard, he would have to put some distance between them. But fuck that! For the first time in his life, Sam was going to grab something and never let it go.

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Prison was boring. Sam and Dean weren’t allowed out of their cells. Sam was used to rooms filled with books that he could read at any time. And now he had one book and it was on prison etiquette. Sam had read the book so much that was already worn at him just having it for just a couple of weeks. It wasn’t that Sam wanted to read it, it was just the only book he had. The first time, it had been an accident, really. After he and Gabe had exchanged nods and Dean was busy trying to get into Cas, Gabe sat down to read. Sam quietly walked over and looked over the guards shoulder to see what he was reading. Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaimen. Sam had read and seen the show. He smiled softly to himself and briefly looked over the page Gabe was on. Crowley was talking to Aziraphale about how Adam was set to receive a hellhound on his 11th birthday. Sam loved the book and tv show dearly. Sam found it funny that a demon loved Golden Girls, but then again who didn’t love Golden Girls.

Gabe felt someone looking over his shoulder and, like any rational person would, he looked up. He caught Sam's eyes, and the mobster lowered his gaze to the floor. Sam was blushing all the way to the tips of his ears. God, that blush is delicious. And if he blushes like that when I catch him reading over my shoulder…, Gabe didn’t dare let his thoughts wander because if he did it would be very bad.

“ ‘m sorry,” Sam said, muffled. Gabe had never seen the younger man so flustered before.

“It’s all fine. Hey, I could read it to you, if you would like. You could sit against the bars and I would read to you. But I mean, if you want I could come into your cell, so I wouldn’t have to worry about you taking the keys,” Gabe said with a little glint in his eyes.

“Yea that might be the best,” Sam said, shyly shuffly back. Gabe entered the cell, bringing his chair with him. He sat down and started softly reading aloud. Sam sat down beside him. Gabe was surprised that the taller man didn’t fidget, instead he just silently sat there and listened. It was nice. Soon Gabe was absent mindedly running his fingers through Sam’s hair. Sam leaned into the touch. It was soft and relaxing. Sam found his eyes drooping and soon he was asleep.

Gabe heard the soft snoring of the younger man and closed the book. He picked Sam up (somehow), and tucked him in. Gabe then left the cell and went to sit outside. He sighed. Fuck. I’m falling, were his last thoughts before napping himself.