#dripping with love for queue

[niftukkun]

cleo and juppet and jhost

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[feraltwinkseb]

Today is my due date, let's hope baby comes before Christmas!

[expectiations]

i always knew that i would absolutely love how whenever i'd talk about just river and the doctor, someone would always. always. always. inevitably end up mentioning r*se. like. every. single. time. it's something i expect to happen to each doctorriver post i make at this point. especially ones that have nine and/or ten. i love it so much. like. i'm having such a blast. best day of my life. 11/10.

[nymphcria]

nymphe's diary, entry #347

[kalisbaby]

“From the River to the Sea.” A Poem by Samer Abu Hawwash, translated by Huda Fakhreddine

every street, every house, every room, every window, every balcony, every wall, every stone, every sorrow, every word, every letter, every whisper, every touch, every glance, every kiss, every tree, every spear of grass, every tear, every scream, every air, every hope, every supplication, every secret, every well, every prayer, every song, every ballad, every book, every paper, every color, every ray, every cloud, every rain, every drop of rain, every drip of sweat, every lisp, every stutter, every yamma, mother, every yaba, father, every shadow, every light, every little hand that drew in a little notebook a tree or house or heart or a family of a father, a mother, siblings, and pets, every longing, every possibility, every letter between two lovers that arrived or didn’t arrive, every gasp of love dispersed in the distant clouds, every moment of despair at every turn, every suitcase on top of

every closet, every library, every shelf, every minaret, every rug, every bell toll in every church, every rosary, every holy praise, every arrival, every goodbye, every Good Morning, every Thank God, every ‘ala rasi, my pleasure, every hill ‘an sama’i, leave me alone, every rock, every wave, every grain of sand, every hair-do, every mirror, every glance in every mirror, every cat, every meow, every happy donkey, every sad donkey’s gaze, every pot, every vapor rising from every pot, every scent, every bowl, every school queue, every school shoes, every ring of the bell, every blackboard, every piece of chalk, every school costume, every mabruk ma ijakum, congratulations on the baby, every y ‘awid bi-salamtak, condolences, every ‘ayn al- ḥasud tibla bil-‘ama, may the envious be blinded, every photograph, every person in every photograph, every niyyalak, how lucky, every ishta’nalak, we’ve missed you, every grain of wheat in every bird’s gullet, every lock of hair, every hair knot, every hand, every foot, every football, every finger, every nail, every bicycle, every rider on every bicycle, every turn of air fanning from every bicycle, every bad joke, every mean joke, every laugh, every smile, every curse, every yearning, every fight, every sitti, grandma, every

sidi, grandpa, every meadow, every flower, every tree, every grove, every olive, every orange, every plastic rose covered with dust on an abandoned counter, every portrait of a martyr hanging on a wall since forever, every gravestone, every sura, every verse, every hymn, every ḥajj mabrur wa sa ‘yy mashkur, may your ḥajj and effort be rewarded, every yalla tnam yalla tnam, every lullaby, every red teddy bear on every Valentine’s, every clothesline, every hot skirt, every joyful dress, every torn trousers, every days-spun sweater, every button, every nail, every song, every ballad, every mirror, every peg, every bench, every shelf, every dream, every illusion, every hope, every disappointment, every hand holding another hand, every hand alone, every scattered thought, every beautiful thought, every terrifying thought, every whisper, every touch, every street, every house, every room, every balcony, every eye, every tear, every word, every letter, every name, every voice, every name, every house, every name, every face, every name, every cloud, every name, every rose, every name, every spear of grass, every name, every wave, every grain of sand, every street, every kiss, every image, every eye, every tear, every yamma, every yaba, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, all…

[jo-speaks]

hi i love your writing 🥰i was wondering if u could do quinn with a clingy gf who just wants to be around him all the time

WITH YOU

OVERVIEW: in which being with quinn is where you feel best.

warnings: none!

You weren’t sure if it was his constant traveling or his natural charm that drew you to him like a magnet every time you were with him, but you just couldn’t get enough of your boyfriend. You were infatuated with him. His touch, his smell, everything. His presence wasn’t a want. It was a need.

As the sunlight shone through the blinds, Quinn’s eyebrows furrowed, his sleep disturbed by the slowly rising sun. He rubbed his eyes with his fingertips, hoping to reach for his phone to check the time. However, his mobility was limited as your cheek rested on his chest, the rest of your body splayed above him as soft snores escaped your lips. 

Quinn smiled, the feeling of your warmth being something he constantly missed when he was away. The six-game-long roadie was enough to have him stilling his body completely, fully immersing himself in the moment. He brought his hand from where it rested lightly on the small of your back up to your hair, entangling his digits into the loose strands of your bun. 

The feeling of his touch – even in your sleep– had you sighing softly, your body melting impossibly into him. 

As much as he wanted the moment to last forever, that, unfortunately, wasn’t the reality for Quinn Hughes. Instead, his alarm went off, interrupting the complete and utter stillness of the morning. 

He let out a groan, rolling from his back to his side in order to move you off his body, allowing him to reach up and shut off the alarm, stretching his limbs with a lengthy moan. 

Standing up, he bid you one last look before sitting up and swinging his legs over the bed, grabbing his phone before making his way to the shower. He had always been one to play music while in the shower, his mind needing to be occupied with something else on the days where his mind felt scrambled and out of control.

He settled on a calmer playlist, a few jazz instrumental songs on the queue, not wanting to disrupt the calmness of the morning with heavy sounds before turning on the water to let it warm up.

As he stripped his boxers off, never having been one to sleep with much else, he could hear the slight rustling of the sheets. He didn’t think much of it, figuring you were just moving around to find more comfort in the sheets. The mirror began to fog up, the heat of the water engulfing the bathroom and allowing Quinn to step in the shower. 

The heat was nothing compared to yours, but it was enough to make his muscles relax, a soft sigh of relief slipping past his lips. 

His fingers ran through his hair, getting rid off all the sweat he had developed in his rest. Before he could even reach for the shampoo, he could hear the bathroom door open. A small smile appeared on his lips as he heard your sleep riddled voice call out to him.

“Quinn?” 

He let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah?” 

You said nothing in response, but he could hear you shuffle forward a little, the sound of your weight sitting down on the lid of the toilet. Your eyes blinked slowly, still not fully awake and in the moment. The bathroom was humid, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. All you cared for was feeling his presence close to you, even if it meant being a little too warm for a few minutes.

Quinn could hear your breathing relax and slow down before it picked up to a normal pace again. He was surprised that it was audible over the running water, but that was beside the point. He pulled the curtain to the side just enough to take a peek at you. He saw your eyes close slowly before shooting open again as your body started to slouch again. Your eyes met his, smiling at the sight of water dripping from his hair.

“You wanna join me, or are you gonna keep falling asleep on the toilet?” He teased.

You snorted, standing up and stripping off Quinn’s shirt from your body. He pulled the curtain open far enough for you to step in with him, his hand coming to your waist to guide you in. His grip tightened a little as he pulled you closer, your body flush with his. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the warmth you had woken up lacking. Relaxing further into him, you could feel his arms wrap around you, one hand rubbing up and down slowly on your back. 

Quinn stepped backwards, allowing the water to fall onto you. Still, you buried your face into his chest, your arms looping around his wet torso. “When are you leaving?”

His skin absorbed the volume of your words, but he could still make it out. “Once I’m done in here. I wanna get to the rink early.” 

He could feel the vibrations of your hum before you lifted your chin up to meet his eyes. He let out a laugh as the water dripped down your face, your eyelashes doing an okay job at keeping it out. His hands came up to cup your face, thumbs gliding over your eyes to clear them up a bit. 

Those same hands pulled your face closer to his, his lips softly pressing against yours. There was no ulterior motive, no lust behind the kiss. It was warm, sweet, and full of love. You sighed into the kiss, melting into him as you silently prayed to stay in this moment with him.

Quinn pulled away first, earning a whine from you even though he had only pulled away enough to speak, his lips still resting against yours but without the pressure. “I love you, sweet girl.”

Those words alone had your heart pounding, no matter how many times he would say it. His smi;e grew as he could feel it through your chest, pulling back to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too, Q.”

[jj-one]

𖠿 ៹ ˚. ꒰ SKZ + WHERE THEY LIKE TO FINISH ! ꒱

this is smut, do not interact if under 18 !

pairing: skz x fem!reader genre/tags: smut, slight dom/sub play, degrading, praise kink, perv!seungmin, kinda subby!felix, handjob, oral (m. receiving), t*tty f*cking, backshots, spanking, overstim, panty kink, c*mplay, hair pulling, piv, creampie, spit kink, dumbification (?), breeding kink, just a whole lotta nasty shit !!! words: 5.3k (got a little carried away.. my bad)

[ note. ] — so yeah i’m back in my smut era once again lolz. i got a random burst of motivation to get back into it so let’s see how long this’ll last ! enjoy my horny word vomit <3

✵ BANG CHAN — ( inside )

This man is most definitely a creampie enthusiast through and through.

He doesn’t even think about pulling out before he’s about to finish; he just wants to fill you up again and again until you’re stuffed to the brim with his cum, white streaks running down your inner thighs. He can’t help the fact that he’s always fantasizing about breeding you properly— to have your belly full of his babies, the way your tits would get bigger and more swollen with milk, how everyone will know just how greedy you were for his cock. It drives him crazy.

Your whole body feels like it’s been set on fire, going nonverbal the minute his cock sinks into your gummy walls, feeling you clamp around him instantly, the warmth of you already making him drunk off your pussy.

“Shit... loosen up baby, you’re squeezin’ me.” His breath hitches whilst he positions himself to go deeper, filling you up nice and easy. His broad frame hovers over your body as he picks up his pace, a sheen of sweat glistening over his abs. Your nails dug crescents into Chan’s biceps, gritting your teeth and feeling faint from how good he’s fucking you.

You could cry right now, it’s all become too much for you to bear, your limbs grew weak, your mind going blank. You’re a babbling mess and he loves every bit of it. The curve of his cock hitting you just right as the room is filled with nothing but heavy panting and the sound of your arousal, but you couldn’t stop now, you had no choice but to take it because you’re anything but a quitter!

“Nngh, m’gonna cum!” You whined loudly, cupping your tits and running your fingers along your hardened nipples, mouth going permanently agape as you feel your high approaching.

“Then be a good girl for me and cream all over my cock,” he lowly whispers into your ear, pounding so hard into you the only thing you could do was repeat his name over and over like a broken record. You were simply too fucked out to think or speak— too dumb, too stupid.

That was your final queue to let go, instantly obeying his every word. You were breathless, heart pounding, convulsing on the bed, arching against the sheets, and with a strangled moan escaping his throat, Chan shot thick spurts of cum inside as if he’d been holding it in for months.

He’s groaning as your cunt clenches around his thickness, milking him for all he’s worth, and it’s all too intense for him. He bites down on the juncture between your neck and your shoulder as an immense wave of pleasure washes over him. After he pulls out, he scoops some of the cum that’s dripping out of you on his fingers and pushes it back inside you, if only to chuckle at your choked out moan.

“Fuck.. pussy just made for me, you feel so good baby. You love milking my cock, don’t you?”

✵ LEE KNOW — ( on your ass )

We all know by now that Minho is an ass man at heart, he just loves how it molded into his hands so perfectly, the way it replied to any friction he applied to it on command. He loved how red it got once his hands launched across it’s surface and how he’d sometimes be able to see his own handprints— he absolutely loves to ruin you.

He’d have you bent over on all fours with your ass up in the air, practically salivating at the sight beneath him, he couldn’t help but grab a handful of ass, it’s pretty much second nature for him.

As much as he wanted to fuck you right here and now, Minho was always such a tease, rubbing his length between your dripping folds, your continuous pleas for him to put it in already simply falls on deaf ears. He’s never been one to give you what you want straight away, you’re gonna have to earn it in order for him to comply, and when he finally does slide it in you’re swallowing up every inch that he provides.

His hands grabbed both sides of your waist as he’s mercilessly pounding you from behind, feeling himself lose all self control after a few more sloppy hits against your heat. Even though you couldn’t directly see his facial expressions, you could just picture how pretty he looks in this moment. All sweaty, messy, disheveled hair, panting, muscles tightening and flexing— even that thing he does whenever he’s too focused on chasing his own high. The one where his eyebrows furrow upwards when he’s in pure, utter concentration.

His cock twitches whenever he hears you whine or beg for him, mocking all the dumb noises you make to send you into a further state of delirium. You felt like you were about to pass out when the acceleration of his hips drive into you, drool pooling from the corners of your mouth and dripping down to your chin, turning you into nothing but a brainless slut for him.

“So good, so so good!!” Your moans almost sounding like cries of help as you felt him balls deep in you, and even felt the recoil of your ass everytime he pounded into you. He was getting closer by the minute, watching himself disappear as he’s drilling ungodly amounts of his cock into you.

He can get real possessive in bed, wanting you to reaffirm who exactly you belong to. He already knows the answer, he just wants you to say it.

“Tell me you’re mine baby,” he rasps, hitting your walls precisely, feeling him bring a palm towards your right ass cheek to spank it, gripping it roughly as you sank your teeth into your bottom lip. “Only I get to ruin this pretty cunt, it’s all mine to destroy.”

“All yours Min-” you whimper, internally struggling to get a coherent sentence out, body trembling, unable to keep yourself stable. If it weren’t for him holding you in place you would’ve collapsed onto the bed by now.

“That’s right baby, only mine.”

Minho’s thrusts become weaker as he catches his breath, feeling the thread slowly unraveling within. He was about to burst any second, quickly pulling out to spill his seed all over your ass, pushing your body forward so he can get a better view of the scenery. He might’ve just came all over you but that doesn’t mean he was fully done with you yet. Sure you might be all sticky, overly sensitive, and albeit exhausted— but he wants to fuck you again and again until you physically couldn’t take it anymore.

“You really think I’m gonna stop at just one round? We’re not done until I say we are. I know you’ve got one more left in you, kitten.”

✵ CHANGBIN — ( on your tits )

I strike him as the type to be equally obsessed with all parts of your body, but he’s definitely got a preference of where likes to cum and it shows.

He himself isn’t sure if it’s the sight of his cum dripping down your cleavage or rather the possessive act of pulling out, only to cum onto your tits a moment later that he likes most, but he absolutely enjoys doing it. Especially if you’re kneeling in front of him, either wearing a cute little outfit or simply naked, and presenting your chest to him willingly after sucking him off— he’s a groaning, blushing mess, his hips stuttering as he coats your skin white and needy whines falling from his mouth.

Sometimes, the only way he’ll be able to cum is if he can have his cock between your pretty tits, it was his primary trigger in getting him to reach his climax. He can’t help it.. you just look so damn hot laying there all sweet for him, squeezing your tits together against his hard cock while he thrusts in between them.

“God..” he moaned out. “They’re so soft.. so perfect—” his breath caught in his throat, “could fuck your tits like this all night if you’d let me. You want me to, angel? Hm? Just look at them.. s’pretty and all mine.”

A loud grunt forces it’s way from his mouth as his head slightly falls back, but he couldn’t fully look away— not when you’re doing so good for him. Big, doe-like eyes staring up at him all innocently with his spit and precum on your chest acting as a makeshift lube, Changbin thought you looked you the prettiest like this. He was so far gone all he could think about was the soft, plushiness enveloping his dick in the most blissful way possible. He’s sorry for how hard he’s thrusting against your chest, but he wasn’t in the right state of mind right now, he was far too horny to think rationally; you feel too good all wrapped around his cock like this. Not to mention the cute little whimpers that you’d make as you work hard to hold them together against his force— you’re fucking spoiling him right now, god, he loves you so so much.

“Please binnie, wan’ your cum..” you’re begging for it at this point, wanting nothing more than to have his release spilling all over your bare chest, even your voice is tipping him further over the edge.

There’s only one way this was going to end, and that was by blowing several massive shots of his cum all over your boobs. Sticky, white ropes laced over your tits that’s now caked on your spit-slick skin. You looked so beautiful covered in his seed— so heavenly that he needs to sit back on your hips and admire it for a second.

He uses the tip of his cock to smear it around even more, gliding it over your nipples and prodding at the sensitive nubs. Chills running down his spine from that subtle stimulation, the view alone was enough to make his head spin. He doesn’t care how gross it is, he just wants to paint a pretty picture on them with his cum :((

“Fuck, princess, you’re so pretty like that; so gorgeous with my cum on your tits. Can’t believe you let me do this— you’re so good for me, please, babe—”

✵ HYUNJIN — ( in your mouth )

Enjoys cumming into your mouth or down your throat— he’s fine with both, though the latter is more convenient, given how the chance of you spilling anything is smaller. The sight of you swallowing his cum gives him an addicting power rush; he’ll even sometimes pull out after fucking you, only to reach his orgasm in your mouth instead of your cunt.

Hyunjin’s always so loud when you’re sucking him off too, (we love a vocal king!) just constantly praising and encouraging you to keep going. He’s so sensitive, he feels everything intensely. Shivers running along his spine as you spit on his cock to make it even messier, those pretty lips of yours working overtime to take more and more and more of him in. He’d unintentionally be pushing your head down further, making you gag around his length, feeling bad about it only for a second but when you’re still going at it all his worries instantly wash away.

He’ll never truly get over the way you look as you’re deepthroating him; just melts into a puddle of mush as you look up at him with nothing but adoration and obedience, solely devoted to making him feel as good as possible. Your sloppy mouth so wet and warm and welcoming, the feel of your hand squeezing his thigh so tightly, the sound of your wheezing, your choking, your gagging around his thick cock— it’s more than enough to make his brain short circuit.

“Gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours baby.” He breathlessly pants, his mind all hazy, unable to think of anything but his imploding orgasm, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

All you could do in response was keep sucking, this time picking up your pace a little bit to indicate that you want it— scratch that, need to milk every last drop of him. He’s breathing heavier now, strings of broken curses and soft sighs of your name leaving his lips like they’ve been waiting for the chance to come out. Small beads of sweat began sticking to his forehead as he scrunches up his eyes and lets his mouth part open for a low, drawn out groan.

It only takes a couple more thrusts to the back of your throat and efficient bobs of your head for Hyunjin to tighten his grasp on the sheets beneath him, for the knot in his stomach to tighten and for all his muscles to tense up. You can feel his abs flexing beneath the soft linger of your hand that’s resting along his abdomen, and you can feel the pull and push of his thighs flexing when your other hand uses it to brace yourself— you know him oh so well, well enough to know the telltale signs of when he’s on the brink of his climax.

You were making him see stars by this point, rutting his hips forward as you do your best to swallow around him. His large hand keeps your head steady against him as he sits up, his cock throbbing and his balls tensing as you feel his hot cum shooting inside your mouth, down your throat, using you to his pleasure. You release his cock with a doting smile on your face, satisfied of the outcome whilst bringing up a hand to wipe the excess spit on your cheek. Your lips are glossy and drooling with saliva, your eyes are watery and your hair’s a mess, and you’re completely worn out, breathing heavy, ragged and deep.

When he’s feeling extra cruel, he makes you stick out your tongue after he came inside of your mouth, ordering you to hold it there purely for humiliation purposes— it’s your own fault for looking this adorably, really.

“Ah, that’s a good girl. You always take what I give you so willingly. Come on, show me that you swallowed everything— and, I must warn you, if you spit anything out, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue.”

✵ HAN — ( on your face )

He would cum literally any and everywhere on you but especially on your face. Whenever you’re sucking his cock, facials were practically mandatory— he thinks you look the prettiest when you have milky strings of white dribbling down your face.

You looked so sinful like this, kneeling in front of Jisung as you take your precious time with him. You knew how sensitive his balls were, kissing them, fondling and squeezing them, popping them into your wet mouth, sucking and humming loudly and appreciatively; loving how whiny he gets, his face all red and blushy. He’s just the cutest thing ever ;(

You wanted to be gentle with him at first, flattening your tongue against his veiny shaft as you slowly fit more of him in. He’s wincing at the feel of your tongue circling around his girth and making sure to coat everything with your spit. You’re looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, mouth full of his cock while hollowing your cheeks to pull back, only leaving his tip in.

Jisung is also an unintentional head-pusher, but it wasn’t his fault that your mouth felt like a dream, the way your plump lips wrap so perfectly around the tip of his cock, stretching lewdly as your small hand wraps around the base of his thick shaft. It’s your fault that you spend so much time riling him up so bad, so bad that it’s painfully pleasurable when you wrap your lips around his flushed tip, swirling your tongue and gliding through his slit before taking him in completely, until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. The sounds he makes are so fucking pretty, placing his hand on your head, pushing you down just a slight bit more.

Aside from his entire body tensing, and his cock twitching and pulsating hotly in your mouth, he gets even noisier. The tiny whimpers and soft pants only become louder, his gasps and moans growing with desperation, needy pleas of, “fuck, please don’t stop,” and, “shit, you’re so fucking good— shit, shit— shit,” are endlessly slipping from his lips. He’s close, you can tell, he’s making it blatantly obvious.

You’re bobbing your head up and down faster now, his tip repeatedly hitting against your throat before Jisung let out a gutteral groan, pulling out of your warm mouth. He’s viciously pumping his cock in front of your face while you’re opening your mouth as wide as you can to make sure you’re able to catch some of it on your tongue. His cum shoots out everywhere, on your face, the sheets, his thigh, even getting in your hair to which you just washed not even a few hours ago..

“M’sorry, baby, didn’t mean to—” his chest is heaving as he attempts to catch his breath, lightheaded after having such an intense orgasm. “—can’t control where it lands..”

From between his legs, you simply roll your eyes. “Don’t apologize Ji. I know you’re not actually sorry.”

Weakly, he chuckles, laughs a little, and reaches out a hand for you to take. “I’m a little sorry..” he admits. Pleased to see you take his hand regardless, he tightens his hold on it and pulls you up, letting you settle all comfortable on his lap. From your position, you’re left looking down on him. Post-orgasm Jisung (well, Jisung at any point in time, but mainly post-orgasm Jisung) is a beautiful sight indeed. Flushed cheeks and swollen, parted lips and hazy eyes and messy hair.

He’s just looks so— fuckable.

The warm feeling of his seed painted on your face was to die for, sinfully looking, almost perverted in a way. For a moment he stilled his movements before smearing his cum over your left cheek. You’re closing your eyes, relishing on the feeling of him before sliding back down to now his softened cock, putting it back in your mouth to get another taste of him. He’s all hypersensitive after cumming, he feels like he’s going to pass out, but there’s no way he could resist you.

“Still hungry for more of my cock after sucking me off like that? Fuck.. you really are insatiable.”

Bonus !! (bc I love him sm and he’s everything to me): He absolutely loses his shit when you use your hand to get him off— he likes to make a mess all over them, watching his cum drip down to your wrists but he licks it up so it won’t go to waste. He enjoys seeing you suck the creaminess off your fingers but he also likes to do it too, tasting his own delicious nut while having your cute little fingers in his mouth <333

✵ FELIX — ( on your thighs )

He’s absolutely enamored by you. Everything about you is nothing short of pure perfection in eyes— but his main weakness? Your thighs without a doubt.

Felix’s hands are always on your thighs, whether it’s intentional or not, he somehow finds his way near his favorite body part on you as if he were drawn to it like a magnet. Caressing them while driving in the car, discreetly tracing shapes on them under the table at some fancy restaurant, or firmly holding them open while he devours you— the one thing he adores the most, though, is when you’re at home relaxing and resting your legs over his lap so he can massage them while you read or watch TV together. But in all honesty… he just wants you to suffocate him with your pretty thighs or better yet, letting him cum on them.

He loves nothing more than to have his cock buried deep inside your cunt, thrusting into you like his life depends on it. Felix loves leaving hickeys all over your thighs too. He claims he can’t help himself, he just needs to sink his teeth into them when you’re splayed out underneath him on his bed. Kissing your thighs lovingly while your legs are thrown over his shoulders, the tenderness clashing with the way he pounds you into the mattress. Lives for how vocal you get for him, a disgruntled moan slipping out when he hears your breathy whimpers and moans as he finds your sweet spot.

Tonight was much different though. He was in a daze, completely hypnotized by the slow roll of your hips into his. If the grinding motion was enough to set him into overdrive, then each pulse of your walls around his cock was enough to make him feel like he could actually combust. But he doesn’t, he can’t bear the thought of not having your skin on his, absolutely positive that he’d let you ride him like this all night.

He can’t get enough of your thighs, especially when wearing those short little skirts that drive him crazy. He’d have you sliding down his aching cock, holding onto your thighs with a muffled groan. Even when you aren’t on top, he’s obsessed with the way they lock around him when he’s fucking you, holding him in. It slightly throws him off rhythm for a second, but he makes a valiant effort to keep going, hips stuttering against yours as he rocks deeper into you, barely able to pull out for each stroke.

“Mmph.. Lixie..” you moan a bit louder when his hands spread to your ass as you ride him, your body falling limp against his when he grips the muscle a little tighter to stop the motion of your hips. The sluggish roll of your hips now becoming more desperate as your pleasure began to wash over you. “M’so close, be my good boy and finish with me.”

“Fuck y/n..” he curses under his breath, nuzzling his nose deeper into your neck as he pulls you in closer, breathing in your intoxicating scent, his mind absolutely fogged by thoughts of you and only you. “I’ll be good.. promise.. just don’t want this to end, need you all night.”

At this rate, it may actually be all night, as neither of you can exactly remember how long ago it was since you climbed onto his lap claiming you wanted to “take care of him” tonight. After all, Felix has been such a good boy for you all week; he deserves a little pampering in the form of you pinning him down to the bed and riding him until you both see stars. He’s too entranced by the curves and dips of your body and the way your features twist into the most beautiful expressions of pleasure as you lazily rotate your hips in a figure-8 pattern.

He’s has been mumbling rambles of praises all night, unable to form a coherent sentence due to the way his mind is clouded by you. He’s absolutely consumed by the way you feel wrapped around him, loving that he can watch you lose yourself on his cock with each languid, self-guided roll of your hips. He’s a wreck. A complete, utter train wreck.

It almost feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the air for Felix, the hazy fog that clouds his head only makes his mind whirl more as he watches you fall apart on top of him. So beautiful, so perfect, and all his. He will always take whatever you give him; you have him wrapped so tightly around your finger and he swears he’ll always be your good boy if these are benefits.

The orgasm that you had been leisurely chasing was now near, unable to suppress the euphoric ebbing feeling that made your walls contract in delight. He messily jerks his cock, sporadically cumming everywhere from your sensitive clit to your plush thighs. He always apologizes for the mess by fucking your cunt with his tongue after, cleaning you off in the process.

“God, you’re so fucking hot. Could cum on these pretty thighs for the rest of my life and I’d die happy.”

✵ SEUNGMIN — ( in your panties )

When you two first started dating, you expected him to lean somewhat more on the vanilla side as he never struck you as the type to be overly sexual but you were dearly mistaken.

Little did you know that your boyfriend was lowkey a huge pervert, this man could sniff your panties all damn day— no seriously. The smell of you intoxicates him, sending flashes of dopamine through his receptors, even using them whilst he jerks off to one of the many photos of you that he has in his collection. Post-nut clarity always hits him the hardest right after, starting to feel some guilt for ruining your favorite pair of undies, but it isn’t like he could just buy you some new ones anyway!

Once you discovered this little fetish of his, Seungmin didn’t even bother to hide it anymore. Whenever the two of you would be intimate, it was almost routine for him to simply push your panties to the side, his tip beaming an angry, bright red and leaking with so much precum, sliding it against your saturated folds. A shudder runs through you as the friction just gets so much stronger, just as you needed it. He was grinding into your pussy, his tip eagerly pushing into your entrance, but never fully inside of you, testing your limits, making you tremble and whimper continuously.

He kept moving, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less controlled, giving you more and more. His hot tip couldn’t stop leaking, mixing his wetness with yours when he bumped into your clit, making you see stars. Just before you could even reach your high, he grabbed your hand and moved it away from touching your clit, guiding his tip inside of you with heavy pants, the feeling of relief almost washed over you, but he stopped. With only his blunt cockhead stretching you out he was frantically jerking himself off, moaning and praising you before he finishes.

That’s when you feel something sticky and warm is oozing into your panties and Seungmin pulled the fabric back once he pulls out, drops of his white release your already soaking your panties. His hands felt so soft, delicate against your skin when he readjusts your little dress, palming your clothed pussy to feel the mess he made between your legs, panties now soaked with loads of his cum.

He knows how dirty and disgusting he is, but does he seem to care? Absolutely not. It’s all part of the reason on why he finds it so ridiculously hot. He likes seeing you shuffle uncomfortably as the warm liquid rests against your pussy lips, making you walk around for the rest of the day with them on. To which all you do is complain.

“Seungie.. m’so sticky..” you whine to him while you’re out running errands together, but he only mocks you for complaining, cupping your cheek with his hand. His thumb brushes over your lip and coos at how you suck on his digit instinctively.

“I know, baby. I’ll clean you up when we get back home, okay?” He promises, discreetly moving his other hand up the hem of your dress to push his fingers flush against your hole, plunging his cum further into you.

Later in the day, he finds himself rubbing your clit through the fabric, using his previous release as a lubricant for the act. As much as you try to deny it, you find the filthy act just as sexy. That is why you keep letting him do it.

“Feel so dirty..” you pout from the fact you’ve been walking around with soiled undergarments for hours now.

“Aww, my poor baby. I’m so sorry I just needed you so bad.” He apologizes, sealing your lips into a kiss while rutting against him making the most pathetic sounds as Seungmin’s mess gets rubbed into you. “Go ahead and use me, doll. Payback for me being such a meanie.”

“So mean,” you moan, rocking on him while he holds you close and whispers sweet words in your ear. “Gonna cum... need to cum...”

“Shit. Gotta cum for me already?” He asks and you nod desperately. His hands tighten at your sides and he pushes you down onto his thigh. “That’s okay, princess. You can cum.”

“You’re such a dirty little slut. Love to act all innocent when we’re in public but you secretly love it when I make a mess in your panties, hm?”

✵ JEONGIN — ( inside )

Another fellow creampie enjoyer, ever since you let him hit it raw once he’s never looked back— he refuses to fuck you any other way.

Jeongin could feel every bit of sanity he has left slipping away the minute his cock is greeted with your warm walls, your cunt tightening around his length, sucking him in greedily. You can clearly hear his breathing getting heavier, the low grunts that leave his mouth once he fully bottoms out. You’re grabbing a fistful of the sheets beneath you to keep you stable, whimpering when he picks up his pace, jaw dangling open as he’s got your hair in a tight grip.

“Fuck.. you’re perfect.” He murmurs against your skin, his cock slamming into you with utmost force— all you could do is moan out in pleasure, so overwhelmed as you sank down further into the mattress.

He fucked you harder, hips colliding with your ass in a merciless rhythm, bringing his hand down lower, toying with your sensitive clit to make your eyes roll to the back of your skull. “I-innie,” you cried, broken and desperate, trying to say something, anything, but the words shattered every time he pounded into you. He knows you’re way too fucked out to speak, and that’s the whole point because he isn’t stopping— even when you’re begging for him to slow down, he won’t stop until you cream his cock.

You were a mess. Growing weaker and weaker, lips all puffy and worn out as you drooled onto the sheets, you made a grave mistake by trying to run from him— which only made him bully his cock into you deeper. A couple more strokes to your weeping cunt and Jeongin feels like he’s going to bust a nut already, he doesn’t tune down the harshness though, only upping it and focusing on painting your walls in the end. You were so completely full to the brim, his thickness hitting your g-spot just right, your arms ready to give out under your body as you whined and begged for him to let you cum.

You were caught by surprise when he suddenly pulls out and flips you over on your back. His large hand immediately snaking up to your chest to play with your tits, drawing a tiny bit of spit on them to create a string saliva that connects to his mouth. His other free hand presses down on your stomach, looking down as he sees himself thrusting back into you. You spasmed underneath him, muscles contracting, mind all numbed out, continuously moaning and mewling. Your needy hole clenching tighter around him as if it wasn’t currently being stuffed with his fat cock.

“Mmph— gonna cum, soso close!” He hisses, drilling into you harshly, “let go for me baby, cum with me.” You feel his cock throbbing as he’s helping ride out your orgasm with deep strokes that makes your vision almost fade to black. The once steady pace he upheld becoming more erratic and sloppier, fucking you so dumb until you’re full of cum.

With his permission, you finally let go. Legs violently twitching as you feel your release and his at the same time, plastering your insides with pearlescent ropes of white. He remains inside for a while, waiting for the tremors of your orgasm to pass, until eventually pulling out. He loves watching his cum leak out of you, it’s honestly his favorite part about sex with you; he loves it so much in fact he springs back up not even ten minutes later to do it all over again.

“Damn, baby, you’re so damn tight around me. M’gonna fill you up so good— yeah, that’s a good girl. Gonna have you dripping with my cum, doll, don’t you worry.”

finally back to posting more new headcanons, we cheered guyss ٩(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵๑)۶ i rlly hope this wasn’t too bad shgfsgsg i wrote most of this like a week ago and never bothered to proofread so if there’s any spelling mistakes that’s why.. but nonetheless i hope you enjoyed these and leave a like, comment, and/or reblog if you want ! (no presh) ♡︎

[starboye]

starring: conner kent x male reader

request: Please make a continuation to the jealous Dick ex-bf fic you just posted where Superboy and reader have dirty sex 😭 perhaps Superboy can hold him in the air and fuck the hell out of him and Dick finds out ofc

warnings: smut, belly bulge, rough sex, fucking in the air, making out

directors note: this is a part 2 to this fic, sidenote but what the actual fuck did i lace that first fic with like im reading over it and oh. my. god. it's like so good i see why yall wanted a part two

some could say it's a little promiscuous to go get fucked by your ex boyfriends friend right after he just fucked you and his load is still dripping down your leg but i mean hey if you get the chance might as well take both for a ride am i right.

showing up at conners door with a needy look, it had gone around that you were a slut so conner knew exactly what you needed (and don't tell dick this but on some night where you were 'to busy' to meet up with dick for a late night hook up you were really getting your guts rearranged by superboy)

queue you two making out on his bed while he fucks your already wet hole "what dick couldn't get you off like i do" conner smirks moving his kisses to your neck "don't flatter yourself conner" you gasp arching your back with the way he goes so deep.

"well then why did you come crawling back to me huh" he turns you over onto your back and starts fucking you faster, throwing your legs over his shoulders, watching with amusement as your face contorts to the feeling of him going deeper.

"because i fucking love you're dick" you groan telling him what he wants to hear "mm mm come on say it like you mean it or am i gonna have to fuck it out of you" he leans down to whisper in your ear, a shudder driving down your spine at the mere thought of him fucking you rough.

"oh you got tighter just from me saying it, you want me to fuck you till you can't remember your own name" he asks, his hand rubbing up to your stomach, pressing down on the slight bulge he made "yes please" you mumble "louder" he slams into you "yes please" you moan out "louder" he demands fucking you rougher "yes please daddy" you yell "that's what i like to hear" conner smirks.

tightly holding your thighs as he destroys your walls while you struggled to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, the head board of his bed banging against the wall with each thrust, he was enjoying making you cum all over yourself to "what is this like your fourth time cumming tonight" he laughs at your pathetic noises.

"please more" you beg him with a croaky voice from the constant moaning "please more what, use your words y/n" he grabs your chin to keep your eyes on him "please fuck me more" you whine "yes sir" he chuckles levitating you both in the air.

the feeling of little gravity made the sex even more better surprisingly, wrapping your legs around conners waist "look at that" conner smiles pulling your head to look down at the bulge he's giving you in your stomach "that's all me baby, every damn inch" he fucks you harder and harder before he empties his load into you.

"fuckkk you know how to make a guy feel good" conner huffs bringing you both back down to the bed, your phone lighting up with a notification to which conner grabs it "mr nightwing himself" he chuckles turning the phone to you showing dick texts, you try to reach for the phone but conner keeps it away and takes a picture of you sending it to dick with the message "he's a little busy".

"well we should clean up because dicks gonna be here in a while and do you really wanna argue with him while covered in cum" conner says looking down at your fucked out body "okay" is all you could barely respond. (this could lead to them fucking you at the same time)

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

can i req 104, 129 and 220 with mean dom yunho?🫶

➯a/n: yes you caaaan omgggg yall know i love me sum mean dom yunho😋➯a/n2: im starting to use the queue feature again so i hope this actually posts when i want it to, last time tumblr screwed me over 😭

Lucky Charm

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

104 + 129: "give me your panties" + "you want to cum ? ... oh, but do you deserve to ? "

✫彡wordcount: 1k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: 220: manhandling, idol yunho/non idol reader, established relationship, semi-public, fingering, clothed sex, name calling+playful (?) degradation, yunho panty obsession and you'll see what i mean LMAO, not edited

♡masterlist !♡

MINORS GET LOST

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    In the back of the waiting room, Yunho has you all but cornered as the chaos of preparation continues around you.

     "You look extra handsome today," you smile softly as you rub his velvet-clad arms, "you nervous, Baby?"

    "Just a little, we're sold out." His eyes never leave yours, his hands finding your waist as you pull him into a hug.

     "Don't be nervous, Yunho, you always do amazing," you peck his lips softly so as not to smudge his lipstick. He's got a mischievous glint in his eyes that's spelling trouble for you.

    "I could use a good luck charm, y'know?"

    "Mh? Like what?"

    "Give me your panties."

    You choke on your saliva, covering your mouth and looking at the floor with heat creeping up your neck. "Yu..."

     "Your panties," he whispers with a smirk, "give them to me. I want to keep them in my pocket."

    "Again, seriously?" You whisper-yell, slapping his arm. "You need to start bringing them for yourself at this point!"

   "Seriously," he leans closer with a laugh, tilting his head. "Hurry, hurry~"

    "You creep," you pout dramatically while looking past him. Not even one person is looking your way, and Yunho nearly completely covers your frame anyway by the way you're situated in the corner. "Fine, but I want them back this time."

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      "Get over here."

     How in the world Yunho has any energy after such an intense performance is a damn mystery.

     He came back to you with a searing kiss and drug you to the nearest bathroom, locking the door the second you were inside. He's always like this when his adrenaline is pumping.

     "Careful!" You yelp as he slams you to the wall, his hand cradling the back of your head so you don't hit it.

    "You aren't getting them back," he moans against your neck as he kisses and bites all over your skin. "Sorry, sweetheart, they're my lucky charm. I gotta add them to my collection."

    "You jerk," you chuckle as you push at his shoulders playfully, "I'm going to run out of underwear if you keep this up!"

    "You don't need them anyway — they just get in my way." He proves his point by running his hand up the back of your thigh and grabbing your ass. "I should have easy access to what's mine, don't you think?"

"Mhm~" You moan softly as he slides his hand to your heat and cups it teasingly soft, the other wrapping up in your hair.

"You're all wet, you naughty slut," he laughs as you shake your head; trying to deny it. "Yes, you are~ Gets you all turned on knowing I'm on stage with your panties in my pocket, doesn't it? You're lucky you didn't start dripping down your legs."

"Fuck!" You grab his shoulders tightly as he slips two long, thick fingers right into you and starts an unforgiving pace.

He pins you to the wall by your neck, groaning as you start soaking his palm with every flick of his fingers. "You want to know a secret, sweetheart?"

You struggle to nod your head with the dizzying pleasure he's giving you, but you manage.

"Look down my sleeve."

Your eyes follow the hand that's currently stretching your hole, and your eyes widen as you catch a glimpse of your panties wrapped around his wrist. "Yu-Yunho!" He only smirks at your embarrassment, pulling you away from the wall by your neck. "You damn perv! What if s-someone saw?"

"Oh, well," he wraps an arm around you and lifts you to the counter, your skirt making you slide as you sit on top of it. He leans and pulls you by your hair to meet him in a rough and passionate kiss; spit swapping and tongues everywhere they can reach — all while he's curling and scissoring his fingers in ways that make you go crazy.

He leans his forehead against yours, breathing in your heavy breathes and watching as your eyes get more and more foggy with your growing pleasure.

Yunho has an intense habit of staring at people. Even in non-sexual situations, his eyes are always screaming 'dominance' when he sets them on someone. And you always get that stare times one hundred.

"Stop that," you whine as you feel his gaze penetrating your very soul while he sinks in a third finger.

"What, honey?"

"Looking at me like that!"

"Like what~?" He bites his lip to hold back a laugh as you grumble embarrassedly, looking away from his eyes and holding onto the edge of the counter tightly. "I can't help myself, sweetheart," he hums before pecking your lips again, "you're just so pretty when you're all shy~"

You're a bit shocked he's being so nice. Usually he's even meaner after a performance —

"My pretty slut."

There he is.

He shoves your legs back open when you try to close them, standing between them to stop you from doing it again as he repeatedly curls his digits right into your g-spot and presses for a moment before letting go and repeating all over again. "Just look at you — leaking all over the place. Letting me finger you in the fucking bathroom, you're just as nasty as me~"

"Fuck, please! Keep going!"

"Yeah? You want to cum?" If only you'd open your eyes; you'd see the evil, cheshire grin on his lipstick smeared lips.

"Yes!"

"Oh, but do you deserve to?" Before you can even think of a response, he's pulling his fingers out quickly.

"Ahh! Come back~" You nearly cry at the loss of stimulation, finally peeking your eyes open and catching a glimpse of him sucking his fingers clean as he continues to stare you down.

"I asked you a question." He tilts his head when you don't do anything but stare back at him with your mouth gaped open. "Put that mouth to use before I do."

"What was — yes! Yes, I deserve to, please!"

He pulls you straight off the counter and spins you around, bending you over it roughly. "I don't know about that, sweetheart... Let's see how well you take my cock and then we can decide, deal?"

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[arahdow]

IT WAS A LOVE BITE !

Pairing. Shadow x reader

Content. fem reader. suggestive notes, shadow is unhinged, mentions of his gun (bcs of his work), blood, dub con(?). MDNI.

Word count. 0.7 k

A/N. THIS IS A THIRST POST YALL SJJDJSJS i squeezed the words out of my brain, it wasn’t supposed to turn THIS horny but i caught myself on my steamy spotify playlist and well 😗 enjoy!!

The gun sometimes had too much weight on his hand. Always killing here and there: bad people and, when his luck runs out, good people that got into the crossfire. It didn’t matter how good or bad the day went, he always went back home tired. His back ached and his head throbbed. Holding back a grunt, the man opened the door, holding the gun tightly with his right hand.

“Welcome ba-” His partner greeted, stopping abruptly at the image of him, panting, holding his gun. “Shadow?” 

The man didn’t reply. His head was spinning, he needed something… Someone to land his thoughts on. Throwing the gun at the sofa and kicking the door shut, the black hedgehog walked hastingly to the girl. Quickly grabbing her face with his gloved hands, he kissed her, roughly.

Her hands, which were holding a wet towel, let the cloth fall to the floor as she grabbed the man’s hands on her cheeks. She whined into the kiss, trying to pull apart from him. It’s not that she didn’t like his kisses or affection, but this was too harsh for her. 

His lips were additive, so she had a hard time pulling apart. She tried softly at first, throwing little ‘mhm’s’ at him, soon running out of air. Shadow had his eyes closed, then he pulled apart abruptly. And she thought he’d stop.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he pulled her again and kissed her deeply again, moving his mouth against hers, savoring her taste, counting every single one of her fangs with his tongue, his teeth nibbling at her lips.

The girl gave in and reciprocated the kiss. If he wanted crazy, he’d have crazy. Pressing her chest onto him, the girl put her arms around his shoulders, one of her hands threading his quills softly, then tugging at them harshly making the man gasp on her lips. For a moment she was confused, he never acted this way, he always was more of a dominant partner, usually mad when she pulled movements like these, but it seemed that today he was more riled up than she thought.

Pushing at his chest, he easily gave in, letting her push him enough so now he was sitting on the couch, the girl straddling him. She didn’t know if she should ask about his demeanor, before it got too bad. 

“Shad- Mhm… Wait- ah, Sha-” The man grunted at her trying to pull apart. Holding the back of her head, he pulled her in, his lips busying themselves on her. Their breaths mingled as he sat on the couch. He opened his legs a little, the girl’s crotch in direct contact with his. Shadow opened his eyes for a bit, pulling apart as she took it as a queue to catch her breath.

“Chaos, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered as his lips connected onto hers again. The girl, with the strength of a breath, took Shadow’s wrists and tried to pin him down to control a bit of the situation. But it backfired as the red in his eyes lit. With a growl, the man used his strength to, in a second, have her back hitting the couch. His legs in between hers, forcing her to raise them. She felt at his full mercy. Then, she suddenly felt something pointy: his fangs. The way he was kissing her so hard, like he was trying to merge both their bodies made her easy to figure out he was almost trying to eat her whole. His teeth got so close, that it tore the skin on her lips making her yank her head to the side in a painful reaction. 

“What? Shadow- what?!” She asked, pressing a hand to his face pushing him back with enough strength to actually get him off of her. The man complied and sat on his knees as the girl wiped her lip with her thumb, noticing a bit of blood dripping from her skin. “You bit me!”

“It’s a love bite!” He justified himself, his voice hoarse, cheeks red from suddenly breaking the atmosphere.The image of his lover with a bloody lip because of him turned him on somehow. Feeling the needy growl itch at his throat, he coughed a bit to get rid of it.

“That’s not a love bite dumbass!” She groaned, a bit in pain.

“Sorry love, I-” He started speaking, but the girl quickly shushed him, her lips pressing onto him, the metallic flavor invading his tongue. Her body pushing him, now her on top of him. 

“No talking, you’re going to pay for this.”

Shadow’s confused expression soon turned into a smirk, amused. “Yes ma’am”

[makeitmingi]

In Sickness And In Health

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comfort

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Boyfriend!Seonghwa

Summary: Seonghwa has always been known to be the mother of the group, the one that takes care of everyone. But what happens when he falls ill? Luckily, his girlfriend is a doctor and will nurse him back to the health, just like he would for everyone else.

Word count: 4.7K

Story warning(s): Mentions of needle used for medical purposes, medications, being sick.

"Seonghwa?" You called out softly when you entered your shared house, closing the door behind you, but was replied with silence. You dropped your duffel bag onto the counter to take out the IV drip kit, fluid bag and medication.

Earlier at work...

"Hey, Hongjoong. Sorry I missed your call. What's up?" You called your boyfriend's best friend once the patient queue was freed up and you had a small break.

"Sorry to bother you, (y/n). I know you're working... Hwa's probably gonna kill me for telling you this but he's sick."

"Hwa's sick...? What do you mean?" Your eyes widened.

"Yeah, he knows you're on night shift and you know him, he never likes to have people take care of him... But he sounded quite bad over the phone and he didn't even let us to over to check on him..."

"Mhmm, I know exactly what you're talking about. Thanks for letting me know, Hongjoong. I'll go take care of him." You said.

"Let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, I'll update you." You hummed and hung up with the captain before returning back to work.

So that's why, before you left work, you grabbed an IV drip set and all the necessary medications from the pharmacy that you may need to nurse Seonghwa back to health. Being a doctor has it's perks in that sense. And you were so worried about Seonghwa's condition that you ended up leaving your shift early.

"Seonghwa?" You poked your head into your shared room and was surprised the find the bed empty. You frowned, where did your sick boyfriend disappear to?

"Did he go out...?" You walked to your office and it was empty too. Then you checked the guest room.

"Oh, there you are." You sighed in relief.

On the bed of the guest room, there was a shivering lump under the blankets. You approached quietly and pulled back the covers, not wanting to surprise him too much.

"Seonghwa..." Your heart broke seeing Seonghwa so sick. He was shivering so much, lips quivering and cold sweat on his forehead.

"(y/n)?!" Seonghwa opened his eyes and was shocked to see you standing there.

"W-What are you doing home early? Did something happen?" He blinked, as if he was worried you were a hallucination caused by his fever. You could tell he was worrying about you.

"Hwa, stop worrying about me right now. I came home because I heard you were sick!" You frowned. Seonghwa cursed Hongjoong's name under his breath, knowing that only his best friend would rat him out to you like that.

"Come, let's get you back to bed. Why are you sleeping in the guest room?" You asked, pulling the blanket away to help him.

"Because I didn't want to spread my germs on our shared bed and I've been cold sweating. I'm so gross. You can't afford to get sick, love." Seonghwa quivered.

"Ah, Seonghwa... You know I don't care about that. We're getting you back to our bed. Come on." You helped him up.

"You should wear a mask." He tried to cough away from you.

"Park Seonghwa. Let me take care of you, okay? Stop worrying, please." You begged. He looked so sick and he was still fretting over you, it caused an ache in your chest.

"Okay, okay." He noticed your desperate tone and slipped under the covers of your shared bed, letting you tuck him in.

"Here." You put the thermometer in his mouth then went out to get the IV supplies from the counter.

"Luckily Nurse Jung let me borrow one of the portable IV stands to take home." You chuckled as you wheeled the IV stand in and fixed the height beside Seonghwa. Then you removed the thermometer from his mouth and checked. Seonghwa's fever was so high if you didn't have the IV, you would have taken him to the hospital.

"Oh, Hwa." You softened, feeling guilt bubble in your chest. But for now, you pushed it down. Seonghwa needed your focus and attention right now.

"Let me wash my hands first." You went to wash your hands and prepared the IV port to put into Seonghwa's arm.

"It's alright, baby. Slowly." Seonghwa said when he noticed your hands shaking slightly as you wiped his skin with an alcohol swab.

"Take a deep breath." You instructed and inserted the needle with precision. Seonghwa's face scrunched at the pinch, which made you feel worse.

"Sorry. It's over." You pouted.

"It's okay, love. Not your fault." He gave you a small smile. You grabbed a syringe to add the ampoule medications into the IV bag.

"Alright, there we go. It'll help with symptoms and your fever should subside quickly." You told him as you adjusted the dial flow once the drip was hooked up to the bag.

"Can you hand me another pillow?" He requested. You nodded and placed a bolster under his IV arm so it'll be comfortable.

"I'll be right back." You went to get rid of all the trash in the area and wash your hands. While you were outside, you prepared a cloth and a bucket of cool water so you could wipe him down. And you put some juice into a tumbler for him.

"I missed you." Seonghwa smiled as he watched you put the tumbler of juice and bucket on his nightstand. You started with wiping his face, feeling how warm his face was.

"Your hands are cold." He chuckled, placing his free hand over yours on his cheek.

"They're not. You're just warm." You smiled softly as you gently wiped his neck too. Then you rinsed the cloth and wiped his arms.

"Hwa, careful." You hissed when he lifted his IV arm, trying to make it easier for you to wipe his entire arm. He pouted at you and placed his arm back down.

"I need to wipe your legs too." You told him.

"But it'll be cold." He whined, quickly gripping the blanket since he knew you were going to yank it away.

"Just for a bit, Hwa. Come on, be good~" You cooed at him, which made him frown. He liked to coo at you like you were a baby and of course, you will take the opportunity to do the same to him now.

"Fine." He sulked and let you pull the blanket away. His first instinct was to him to curl his legs up. You raised his pajama pant to wipe his leg, rinsing the cloth before moving onto the next. But when you were done, you didn't let Seonghwa cover himself entirely, only covering his legs from his hips.

"But I'm cold, baby." He said, shivering.

"I know, Hwa. I'm sorry but if you bundle up like this, you'll warm your body up too much. The air conditioning will help with the fever." You kissed his forehead.

"I'm going to shower. You try to get some sleep first." You told him. He nodded, eyes already half closed.

'Hey, Hongjoong. Thank god you text me, his condition was terrible... But I put him on a drip, he should be fine. - (y/n)'

'That's good to hear. Hwa's lucky to have a doctor girlfriend or else I would have to drag his butt to the hospital and that'll be a whole nother thing. - Hongjoong'

'He's a horrible patient. But I'll keep you updated. - (y/n)'

With that, you went to take a quick shower to wash off the smell of antiseptic and germs from the hospital.

"Soup... Soup... Soup..." Since Seonghwa fell asleep, you decided to start a soup going, digging through the fridge for ingredients.

While the soup was boiling on the stove, you quietly moved the air purifier from the living room, into the bedroom. You also refilled his waterbottle with cold water. Then you went to change the sheets in the guest bedroom.

"Myers' cocktail with Peramivir administered at 3:08pm. Temperature taken 39.2 degrees." You wrote down the information on your phone, just in case.

"That's done." You turned the stove off for the soup and went to check on Seonghwa.

To avoid waking him up, you used your forehead thermometer instead of the one that needs to be in the mouth.

"38.3..." You whispered. Covering your mouth to yawn, you went to retrieve the bucket and filled it up with fresh water, along with the cloth from before.

Were you tired? Of course, you worked the graveyard shift at the hospital last night. But your priority now was Seonghwa.

"Mmm..." Seonghwa let out a soft whine in his sleep.

"Sorry, Hwa. I'll be quick." You whispered, rinsing and wringing the towel before gently wiping his face and neck. Then doing the same to wipe his arms.

"Baby?" He croaked out, slowly opening his eyes to see you standing over him to wipe down his arm.

"I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, I just wanted to try and bring your fever down faster. I've made soup for you when you feel like it. You can go back to sleep after this." You whispered with a soft smile. He nodded his head, a small smile coming onto his face as he watched you take care of him.

Seonghwa always liked taking care of people, whether it's his family, his members and of course, he LOVED taking care of his precious girlfriend. He always put others' needs before his own.

Until now, he is still the best person that takes care of Hongjoong when he's busy being the captain of the team.

"Actually, I'm a little hungry." Seonghwa admitted.

"Oh, okay! It's good that you have an appetite. I'll finish here and get you some food." You threw the cloth into the bucket and brought it out. Then you got some soup for him.

"Here." You placed the tray on the foldable table on the bed. Then you helped him sit up.

"No rice?" He gave you a sad face.

"You know you can't eat rice when you have a fever, Hwa. When your fever subsides, I'll make you rice porridge." You told him, going to open the window to let some fresh air come in.

"Sit with me, baby." He said. You hummed, pulling a chair to sit at his bed side to watch him eat.

Seeing Seonghwa eat so slowly, you figured his throat must be hurting him. It hurt to see your boyfriend like this. You were out the whole night, taking care of others when you couldn't even care for your loved on who was suffering alone at home.

"This is delicious, baby. Tha- Why are you crying?!" Seonghwa panicked when he turned his head to see tears streaming down your face. You didn't even realise that you were crying.

"I'm sorry." You looked down, shaking your head as you wiped your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"My precious baby. There's nothing for you to be sorry for." He reached out to hold your hand since he couldn't reach your face.

"B-Because... What kind of doctor am I? I treat people for a living and I didn't even know you were sick! Hongjoong had to tell me and I find you in that condition. You always take care of me and I can't even-"

"Okay, okay. Breathe, my love. Breathe." Seonghwa calmed you down, moving his tray away to make some space for you.

"Come here, love." He patted his lap and you moved to sit with him, being extra careful of his drip.

"Ouh, my precious baby. My love." You hugged each other for the first time that day, Seonghwa coddling you and cooing at you like you were his baby.

"No, stop! I'm supposed to be taking care of you! Not you comforting me." You wailed, wiping your tears. Seonghwa kissed your temple, rubbing your back. Honestly, this was what Seonghwa wanted to feel better too. He missed you and just wanted to have you as close to him as possible.

"I've been waiting to hold you since you came back but I didn't want to get you sick. And I'm so gross and sweaty." Seonghwa chuckled.

"You won't... Even if you did, I don't care." You mumbled.

"No, you need to rest." It took everything in you to separate yourself from Seonghwa's embrace and placed the tray in front of him so he could continue eating.

"You take very good care of me. You're a great doctor and a great girlfriend, your patients are lucky to have you. I'm lucky to have you."

"You always take such good care of me and I couldn't even do the same." You slumped.

"Don't say that. We take good care of each other. You've just finished a night shift and yet, you've been running around to take care of me." He held your hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb.

"Eat while I get you your medication, okay?" You stood up and went out of the room.

"Your drip is done so you can take these." You handed him a small dish with the medication on it. Before he ate the medication, you disconnected the drip from the needle port in his arm. Then you carefully removed the needle, placing a band aid over.

"Thanks, baby." Seonghwa smiled and ate the medication, chasing it with gulps of water. You gave a small smile in return and cleared up the area before washing your hands.

"Luckily I didn't throw away your sharps bin." He called out to you as you were throwing the used needle away.

"It's not even half full, I just keep it around for cases like this." You replied.

"Baby, I'm being a good patient and resting. You should also be a good baby and rest. Come on, I know you haven't taken a break since you came back and you worked graveyard." Seonghwa said.

"I will... Later..." You replied, taking the empty juice tumbler and placing it in the kitchen.

"Baby..." Seonghwa frowned in disapproval.

"I'm fine, Hwa. I promise." You squeezed his hand, taking the thermometer and taking his temperature. Finally, his temperature was now a low grade fever.

"Thank goodness I don't have to take you to the hospital now. But I'll continue to monitor your temperature." You informed, taking your phone to note down the temperature and medication log. Seonghwa curiously leaned closer to you to try and take a peek at what you were writing down.

"Wow, I'm like your patient. Just that I have you to myself and I don't need to share you with other patients." He grinned.

"You are my patient. Even though it's usually the nurse that does the charts, not me. And you never have to share me, you know I'll alwyas prioritise you and your health." You scoffed.

"I know. I just like hearing you say it." He grinned.

"Hmm, on second thought, I think the fever has made you even more delusional." You chuckled, placing your hand on his forehead.

"That's impossible. I have the best doctor in the world taking care of me." He grasped your hand to kiss the back of it. You smiled and pressed your cheek against his.

"Now come to bed." He whispered.

"I will. Just let me clean up the kitchen. You should sleep more." You replied. He hummed obediently and let you tuck him in.

"Come back soon." He smiled. You closed the window and quietly left the room to let him sleep. Although, you didn't just clean the kitchen. You knew Seonghwa was particular about cleanliness so you did his daily cleaning routine for him, knowing he couldn't do it today.

"Lint roller, vacuum, wet tissue mop then lint roller." You tried to remember his cleaning sequence and took the necessary equipment you needed to clean.

However, you didn't want to wake him so you didn't use the vacuum, instead you used the broom to sweep the floor.

"Ah, finally done." You fell back onto the couch with the lint roller in your hand.

"Baby...?" Seonghwa came out, wrapped in his blanket. He woke up to find his bedside empty and when he felt how cold the sheets were, he knew you didn't come to bed like you said he would.

"(y/n)-" Seonghwa paused when he saw you asleep on the couch, still gripping the lint roller in your hand.

"Sweet girl." He cooed and put his blanket aside before gently easing the lint roller out of your hand and putting it aside.

Looking around, Seonghwa knew that you must have done his usual daily cleaning routine for him. He smiled softly, brushing your hair away from your face, you knew him so well.

"Rest well, my love." He kissed your head and placed the blanket over your body instead.

Seonghwa went to the room and took his temperature, writing down the reading and timing on a post it, knowing that you would want to log it in later. He was still running a low grade fever and felt aches in his body but he felt 10 times better than he did this morning, all thanks to you.

"Hongjoong ah." Seonghwa made the phone call in the room, not wanting to disturb you.

"Okay, listen Seonghwa. Before you come at me all mad, you were so sick and didn't want any of us to help you. That's why I told (y/n), okay? So it's your fault."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You so owe me." Seonghwa rolled his eyes, even though he knew Hongjoong couldn't see him.

"You have a doctor girlfriend to give you first class care. I don't owe you anything. But I'm guessing you're feeling better already?"

"I do, thanks to her. She's resting now, poor thing worked the whole night and came back to take care of me. She didn't even have time to sit down and catch a breather." Seonghwa sighed.

"You both take care of people before you take care of yourselves. See? That's why you're made for each other."

"Right..." Seonghwa scoffed.

"Anyway, do you two need anything from us? The others should be done with their schedule and I just left the studio. I can pick up whatever you need."

"You shouldn't be around the house for too long or you might get sick too. But if you could drop dinner off for us, it'll be a great help. I don't really want (y/n) to do anymore cooking or for her to be eating ramyeon." Seonghwa knew you too well.

"Sure. Send me what you want and I'll go pick it up, drop it off at yours."

"Thanks, Hongjoong ah." Seonghwa said and hung up. He texted over the food for Hongjoong to buy, knowing your likes and dislikes.

As much as Seonghwa wanted to snuggle with you, he had to hold himself back. Firstly, he didn't want to wake you. Secondly, he was still worried about getting you sick.

"Ah..." He winced and dramatically held his arm back as he stood before you.

"Once you recover, you can get all the cuddles from her." He took a deep breath and returned to the room.

And of course, he found his nintendo switch in the charger, you must have put it there, knowing he would be bored and want to play when he wakes up.

When you woke up, you sat up in shock. You didn't even know when you fell asleep. But the curtains to the living room were drawn and there was a blanket placed over you.

"Yeah, she's still sleeping... I want her to get as much rest as she can get since she worked graveyard... Thanks, Hongjoong ah. I'll see you." You heard hushed whispers from the bedroom and assumed it was Seonghwa speaking to Hongjoong over the phone, maybe updating him on Seonghwa's current condition.

"Oh, baby! You're awake." Seonghwa was heading back into the living room and spotted you standing there, half asleep and confused.

"Was that Hongjoong?" You asked.

"Mhmm, he picked up some dinner for us. I didn't want you cooking and I shouldn't be cooking for you when I'm sick." He said, placing the empty cups on the counter.

"Ah, I'm fine to cook, Seonghwa. And besides, there's still some leftover chicken soup for you." You yawned, shuffling to him.

"I know. But I also know you'll give all the leftover soup to me and make ramyeon for yourself." He stated.

"I..." Your cheeks heated up as he exposed you. Seonghwa chuckled, watching you stand there, still half asleep and a little lost, with the blanket wrapped around your body like a child.

"You should be resting... Let me do all the dishes..." You said to him.

"I feel better already, baby. I took my temperature down and even took the medications." He said, showing you the post it note with all the temperature readings, the medications he took and the timings of when he took them.

"Let me feel. Come here." You reached up to feel his cheeks and forehead in your hands.

"Your fever is gone. Let's hope it stays that way. But still, you're not fully recovered." You frowned slightly. You were relieved that his fever was finally gone.

"After this." He kissed your knuckles.

"Let me put this back." You bundled up the blanket and folded it properly, returning it to the bedroom.

"Gosh, I didn't even know when I fell asleep." You rubbed your cheeks and let out another yawn.

"Poor baby. You were probably so tired and running on adrenaline to take care of me. Once the food is delivered, we should eat and go back to bed." Seonghwa frowned sadly.

"Yeah, we should." You smiled softly.

"I bought some immunity juice thingy in the fridge. You should drink that. It's good for you." You pointed.

"It looks horrible. Tumeric, black pepper, orange, ginger, carrot, apple, cucumber... I think just reading this is making me feel more sick than I already am." Seonghwa took the bottle out, cringing at the colour and ingredients listed on it. You took the bottle from him and poured him a glass.

"It's good for you." You re-emphasised and held it out to him. Seonghwa sighed in defeat and grabbed the glass to drink it. He gulped the whole thing down, shuddering when he finished.

"Now, you. You're always around sick people, you should be drinking it too to build immunity." Seonghwa refilled the glass.

"But..." Your face fell.

"Be good, baby." Seonghwa shot you a pointed look, repeating your own words back to you.

"I take you being able to boss me around as a sign that you're feeling better." You raised an eyebrow with him but still drank the immunity juice. Seonghwa was right, the taste was vile.

"See? Horrible, right?" Seonghwa chuckled and engulfed you in a bear hug, rubbing your back while you nodded glumly.

"There, there." He comforted. Seonghwa's hugs felt like home, you nuzzled your cheek against his chest and closed your eyes. It doesn't matter how long you are away from him, you always miss his hugs and his warm embrace.

"My love, are you falling asleep on me?" He chuckled.

"Shhhhh..." You hushed him. Seonghwa sighed in defeat and stroked the back of your head. He guided you to the couch so he could tuck you under his arm.

"Don't sleep, Hongjoong's coming to delivery dinner soon. After that, you can sleep." He said.

"If you don't want me to sleep, stop being so comfy and cozy." You grumbled. Seonghwa laughed at your nonsense.

"Wait! You should be the one resting! Not me!" You shot up suddenly, making Seonghwa jump in shock. He didn't have time to protest as you pulled him up from the couch and brought him back to the room.

"There. Stay here until I get the food from Hongjoong." You pulled the blanket over his legs.

"My love-"

"Shh, rest." You placed the Nintendo switch console in his hands and exited the room to prepare his next round of medications, as well as fill up his water bottle for him.

"Hongjoong ah! Thanks again for doing this... No, he's not sleeping, you can see him if you want... That's right, you need to remain healthy as the last Matz standing... Don't make yourself sick taking care of the kids and not of yourself." Seonghwa heard you talking to Hongjoong, it was nice to hear you so comfortable with him.

The love of his life and his best friend.

"Mmm, I will. Take care and let me know if you need anything!" You bid Hongjoong goodbye and brought the food bags in.

"Stay there, Hwa! I'll plate everything up." You said just as Seonghwa was about to stand up from bed. You knew him too well to know what he would do.

"Do you have a camera in here?!" Seonghwa yelled back.

"What are you talking about?" You chuckled as you entered the room with a tray of food for him. You placed the tray on the bed for him.

"Where's your dinner? And don't tell me you will eat after me. I won't eat unless you eat with me." Just like you knew Seonghwa, he knew you very well too.

"Fine, I'll go get my food." Your shoulders slumped and you went to get your bowl of noodle soup.

A nice silence fell over the both of you as you ate, the both of you were rather quiet eaters. Just that usually, you and Seonghwa would put food on each other's spoons but with Seonghwa being sick, you both didn't want to risk cross-contamination.

"I'll go take a shower. I really want to get out of these clothes." Seonghwa said with an uncomfortable frown once dinner was done. You nodded and let him shower while you cleaned up.

"Don't go under the hot water for too long, Hwa! It might trigger your fever again." You knocked on the door.

"Yes, Dr (y/l/n)." He replied. You laid on your side of the bed, checking your phone for messages.

"I'm back." Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you flushed against his body. He was still slightly warm but the medication seemed to really help.

"Still feel ill?" You ran your hands through his hair.

"No, I'm a lot better but the body ache is still there." He smiled softly, grabbing your hand and kissing your fingertips.

"I've set an alarm for you to take your meds, so don't swear at me for waking you up later, okay?" You joked, knowing that Seonghwa would NEVER ever swear at you.

"You don't have to wake up, baby. I can wake up on my own to take the medication, just put it on my table." Seonghwa said.

"It's fine. I want to, it will make me feel better knowing your temperature and reaction to the medication." You insisted. He knew there was no persuading you otherwise so Seonghwa just nodded and pulled you to him. You both didn't care about getting you sick anymore, you just wanted to be as humanly near him as possible.

"Thank you for taking care of me, baby." He kissed your forehead.

"What's there to thank for? You're always taking care of me and making sure I'm at my best." You looked up at him.

"Yeah, but I like to take care of you. It's not a chore at all, it makes me feel useful knowing I can help you. And with your job, you always take care of patients. It's nice to be taken care sometimes."

"Seonghwa, you're always useful, no matter what. I've never saw you as useless." You said.

"I know... It's just a personal feeling." He shrugged.

"I could say the same for you. You're always taking care of the other members and especially Hongjoong. So you can take a break and let me take care of you." You giggled.

"We'll always be here to take care of each other. You know like they say... In sickness and in health." He stroked your cheek.

"Exactly." You smiled softly and closed your eyes to join him in dreamland.

~

Masterlist

[mischief-and-the-big-bad-wolf]

Stiles woke up to Derek lazily sucking kisses to the back of his neck. He hummed and scooted backwards, closer to Derek.

"Good morning, Der, happy birthday," he murmured, reaching a hand back to pat Derek’s side.

"Thank you, love," Derek whispered, tucking his face into Stiles' neck and nuzzling his nose.

Stiles started pulling away, giggling at Derek’s annoyed grumbles, and said, "I wanna give you your present, babe."

"Later," Derek frowned, pulling on Stiles' hand when he got to his feet beside the bed.

"No, now. Wanna be just us when I give it to you," Stiles whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Derek's lips.

Derek quirked an eyebrow at Stiles who immediately blushed and flailed, slapping the back of his hand against Derek’s chest. "Not like that, pervert."

Derek chuckled and flopped on his belly and Stiles took that as his queue to go get the present. He ran to the attic of the rebuilt Hale house and pulled out the huge box he had hidden there.

Huffing, he carried it downstairs. He was so nervous that his heartbeat had to be deafeing to Derek. He dropped the box beside Derek woth a groan, tentatively taking a seat next to it as Derek sat himself up.

"May I?" Derek asked, gesturing at the box. Stiles nodded, chewing his lips anxiously, and watched as Derek carefully pulled the top off.

The first thing he pulled out was a ragged looking knitted blanket. With a strangled gasp, Derek brought it to his face and buried his nose in the fabric, greedily inhaling the scent.

"What - how?" Derek whimpered, red eyes peeking from behind the blanket.

"I had a witch cast a spell on it so that the smell would never fade," Stiles replied.

Derek nodded and composed himself a little, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders before digging back into the box.

Next, he took out a vintage looking watch, the edges of the leather strap looking a bit burnt. He immediately put it on his wrist, offering his hand to Stiles to secure it wordlessly.

He then removed a small wooden rattle, hand carved designs running down the hand. At this point, his eyes had filled up with tears.

He took a few calming breaths before pulling out a leather bound book. He looked questioningly at Stiles who whispered, "Open it."

Derek slowly opened the book as if afraid to find its contents. As soon as his eyes fell on the first page, the tears fell free, rapidly dripping down his face. He hastily turned from page to page, hand reverently grazing over all of them. Finally, anguished, heaving sobs burst out of Derek’s chest as he took in the pictures. A young Talia, holding baby Derek in her arms. Laura pushing toddler Derek on the swing. His grandma and grandpa in the middle of a slow dance. His parents kissing on their wedding day. All of the Hales with their extended families together on Christmas, dressed in matching pyjamas on the insistence of Derek’s father.

Stiles couldn't keep in his own tears at the sight of Derek and he silently cried. Derek carefully put the book aside after a while and pulled Stiles into his lap, hiding his face in Stiles' neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Derek murmured against his skin, pressing kisses every so often.

"There are more things in the attic. I took whatever the police had taken that night and took it to a witch to be restored. She even magicked some things from scent memory, things that couldnt be saved. There are copies for Peter and Cora too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but-"

"Stiles, you have given me a piece of my family back. You don't have to apologize, for anything," Derek whispered fiercely, still scenting his neck. He pulled back from the hug and unwrapped the blanket from around his shoulders to put around Stiles'. "I love you, baby. You can't imagine how happy I am."

With a teary smile, Stiles flung himself into Derek's arms again. "I love you too, Derek, so much."

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Don't Care, Belle

Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader fluff

Summary: Bucky is capital J-Jealous

Warnings: A guy being overly nice at a bar, drinking at 1pm, nothing else I can think of

Notes: Short little thing I thought of when i was visiting home and witnessing my sister's boyfriend be jealous lol. I just love jealous Bucky sorry not sorry. More Biker!Bucky here

“Oh hey sweetheart, you look lonely over here.” You looked up from where you were engrossed in the book you’d left behind the bar for days just like this, the crew was too busy to talk and the regulars weren’t your favorite. The man wasn’t a regular, not horrible looking and was dressed alright. You were confident he had stopped by because his car was in the shop. The demographic that frequented the bar that was not the vibe that this man was giving off.

“Oh you know, just waiting for my order,” you supplied with a polite smile. He had plopped himself onto the bar stool beside you and raised a two finger salute to Bruce, who was the daytime bartender.

“Waiting for your car?” he asked, “Nice girls like you don’t usually come around here.” Your eyes narrowed, an eyebrow going up.

“I’m a regular. And you? Waiting for your car? Since I haven’t seen you around.” Bruce came over, giving you a look that said ‘if this guy is bothering you I’ll toss him out’ and you knew he would. Bruce “The Hulk” Banner was not exactly known for his polite way of answering rude customers. You shook your head. No need to alienate a customer just because he got a little friendly at a bar.

“What can I get you, man?”

“Whatever IPA you have and whatever the lady is having I’ll put on my tab.” Bruce grinned at that and you were near protesting. You never paid for a thing at the Howling Commando, but you knew Bruce and you knew he was putting your lunch right on this guy’s tab.

“Sure thing.” Bruce turned away.

“Must just have not been around on the same days as you.” You glanced around the bar. It was pretty empty today, but it was still early. Your bosses had required you to use some of your PTO before they had to pay you out for it, and you were truly more than happy to oblige a staycation. After another glance around, Bruce still keeping an eye on you out of the corner of your eye, you decided it would be entirely harmless to engage in conversation.

“Not sure. I’m here every day. Basically. You here getting your car fixed?” You asked again. He gave you another sleazy smile, this one reminiscent of your male coworkers who thought they could get any more than a polite smile or handshake at a work happy hour.

“Waiting for my car yeah. Only place this convenient to get a decent bite and drink while waiting for them to get done.” As if on queue, Bruce slid over your usual burger and sweet tea, and then an IPA for the guy.

“Closed tab?” Bruce asked, putting his hand out for the card. The guy did a suggestive look over at you.

“You know? Keep it open.” You rolled your eyes at your sandwich, slightly regretting that you had begun a conversation with this man, and took a bite. Some of the tomato juice dripped down your chin and you snapped at Bruce to get his attention.

“You’re going to learn one of these days,” he sighed, tossing you a stack of napkins. You chewed and swallowed and then gave him a grin as he walked back over.

“You keep saying that, but I never do.”

“Good luck…” he looked at the tab as he slid it under a cup in front of the man, “Colin… you’re going to need it.” You took a sip of your sweet tea, you knew he didn’t mean good luck with you, or at least not the primary part.

“So you’re really a regular regular huh?” Colin was eyeing you with near a frown as he took the first sip of his beer. The clock behind the bar read a quarter past one.

“Yeah, lots of friends who work here. Just not usually in during the day. Sounds like you’ve been here before?” You took another bite before he could pivot the questioning back to you.

“Yeah, I’ve been before. They did a shit job though…” He started to ramble but you were quickly uninterested when the side door opened and a sweaty, grease stained Bucky Barnes walked in, squinting at a ticket.

“Paulson? Fucking Yelena and her handwriting. This is fuc-oh!” It was almost comedic to see Bucky go from a serious, frowning massive man to the grinning, golden retriever man he became when he looked at you. Bucky attention had turned squarely on you as he walked over, the ticket partially crumpling in his hand as he tried to wipe them off before he got over to you. The grease stains on some of your clothes were impossible to get out just from his grabby hands.

“Paulson, that’s me.” Both you and Bucky turned to Colin, as if he had just returned to existence. Bucky’s eyes narrowed, and you could see them flicker across the length of the empty bar then back to where Colin had seated himself beside you. He knew it had to be him that sat beside you because not two hours gone, Bucky had come in for some water and to smack a kiss to your lips right where you sat now.

All concern for grease stains went right out the window.

Bucky came up behind you, reaching over your shoulder to take a few fries off your plate, the hand with the crumpled ticket going around the other side to hand it to Colin, effectively entrapping you between his arms and away from the guy.

“Your car’s done. You can settle it up in the office.” Colin stared at Bucky, who after handing him the paper, wrapped his arm around you and pressed your back to his chest, chomping on fries and reaching for your sweet tea.

“Did they make your burger good?” Bucky asked, “The new cook got specific instructions.” You elbowed him lightly.

“I don’t need everyone thinking I’m a control freak.” Bucky laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“They know I’m the control freak.”

“I guess… I guess I’ll go get my car then. Nice to meet you.” Colin left his mostly full IPA on the table and forgot to pay his tab, near running out the front door.

“What was that guys problem?” Bucky asked jokingly, spinning your stool so you were facing him. You wrinkled your nose.

“You’re stinky.”

“I don’t think you care,” Bucky rumbled, leaning down to press a long warm kiss to your lips.

“His problem was I was getting ready to deck him,” Bruce said, setting down a pint of Bucky’s favorite on a coaster beside your food. He whisked away Colin’s drink and wiped down the watermark.

“What did he do?”

“Nothing,” Bruce responded before disappearing back towards the kitchen. Bucky plopped onto the stool beside you and waited for you to respond.

“He was just trying to chat me up. That’s all.” Bucky sipped his drink before taking a massive bite out of your burger.

“Hey! That’s mine! Smaller bite!”

“I’m just taste testing the new cook.” You bickered over your lunch as the rest of the garage crew began to filter in, a few of the regulars making their way through the front as well.

“Heyo! I heard someone was trying to flirt with-“ Bucky hit Steve in the arm, but Sam had already heard it from where he was clocking in behind the bar.

“Is he dead?” he yelled. The group devolved into ways that Bucky could have murdered this man. All of you failed to notice Colin walking in the front door, where he paused and stared at the group of massive, tattooed bikers calling out forms of torture that could have been inflicted on him. Sam saw him first.

“Oh hey man, what can I get you?” Everyone turned toward him and Bucky got to his feet immediately, having been the only one who could have identified him.

“Just-“ the man’s voice came out high and you suppressed a grin, already feeling a little bad for him. He cleared his throat, face red.

“Just the tab I left.” There was a quiet murmur of “ooooos” as the group dispersed, keeping an eye on you and Bucky.

"Sorry," you started, but Bucky shifted around the side of the bar, picking up Colin's card where it was sitting by the register. Policy was 20% on any leftover cards and Bruce had already closed it out with your meal on there.

"Here. Get lost." Bucky's expression had gone dark.

"Buck, he didn't know."

"Don't care." Colin took a few steps back.

"Man, I wasn't looking for trouble. I didn't know she was your girl, she was talking to me too."

"Do. Not. Care." Colin fled under the close watch of the bikers.

"You didn't have to do that," you sighed, rolling your eyes at the men around you, "You're going to lose a customer."

"Don't care," Bucky muttered, back by your side, "You're mine, honey. Don't care what anyone else says."

"I am yours. He was just being nice." Sam had started the music for the night, and it whafted through the speakers.

"Dance with me, belle?" You laughed.

"When have I ever said no to that? In fact, kill me if I ever do because its an evil clone trying to take over my life." He laughed, the sound more than enough music to your ears for dancing. Bucky wrapped an arm around you and smacked a kiss to your lips, taking your hand and whisking you off to the dance floor.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pent Up 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you seek validation through online correspondence with incarcerated men, only for one to lock you down in turn.

Characters: convict/excon!Thor (silverfox)

Note: It’s an addiction now.

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The repetitious recording crackles in your ear. You sigh. ‘You are currently in queue. You will be connected shortly.’ You lean on the building’s facade as the noontime rush honks and stomps past you. 

You usually pop over to the cafe on lunch, just to get away from Jensen and the shop. Not today. You flick your thumb against your index as your patience dwindles. What if he got in more trouble and you spend your break waiting for nothing? 

Click. 

“Hello? Hello?” There’s a scuffing then he clears his throat. “My queen, are you there?” 

You don’t answer right away. His timbre is gristly and deep, an accent lilting each syllable. Somehow, you didn’t expect him to sound like that. It sends a chill through you as the rich tone stirs your guts. 

“Thor?” You babble dumbly. 

“Ah, my queen. My apologies. Another did overstay their allotted time,” he tuts. 

The affectation in his voice explains the cadence of his emails. You thought he was just super into Shakespeare or whatever. 

“My queen?” He drawls, “you are quiet.” 

“I’m-- I’m sorry,” you shuffle around the corner and hide in the alley, cheeks burning. “I’m a bit shy.” 

It’s the whole truth. Probably the reason you strike out so often. You lock up and don’t know what to say past a point. You didn’t get far this time either. What made you think this was a good idea? You seem to be chock full of those lately. 

“I understand,” he purrs, “I don’t mind doing the talking. How long I’ve waited just to hear your voice and it is like nectar. So sweet and pure.” 

You bring your hand to your throat and dig your toe into the cracked pavement. He’s smooth. Very smooth. You didn’t expect to feel like this. You full thought you’d be bored to tears. 

“Thank you,” you waft out breathily. 

“It is only the truth,” he assures. “And that picture you sent, how every part of you is pristine.” 

“Thor,” you utter. 

“Forgive me, I do have very much time for thinking and the words overflow.” He rambles, “when I am alone in my bunk and the darkness settles upon me, there is a dearth in my chest and yet my heart fills at the thought of you.” 

You let out a strange noise. His voice, his words... You think of the photo he sent. He isn’t ugly either. Shoot. Shoot! Don’t fall for it. He’s a criminal. 

“My queen,” he intones. 

You cough, “why do you call me that?” 

“Because you rule my world,” his voice drips like syrup. “You are all I think of. It is why I have behaved. I’ve kept out of the hole.” 

“The hole?” 

“Solitary,” he explains. 

“Oh...” 

“Did I scare you? I do not mean to. It is only how things are in here,” he sniffs. “I don’t like it. I am not a violent man,” he assures. “Yet, within these walls, it is needed.” 

“Yes, it would be...” you murmur. 

“But I think of you, my queen, and I restrain myself.” He hums. “I think of your gentle hands... and your lips...” 

Your cheeks are hot. You touch one and exhale loudly. 

“It’ll all be real soon, won’t it, queen?” 

“Yeah, uh, what?” You blink. 

“Yes, upon my release. I wish we could speak face-to-face but I thought a call could suffice--” 

“Release?” 

“Yes, it has been right about five years. My sentence is up. Provided I can bide my parole--” 

“Parole?” 

“You are surprised!” He proclaims, “I knew you would be. I cannot wait. I am counting the days.” 

“I didn’t... I thought... you don’t have a life sentence?” 

“Oh, no, no, no,” he chuckles, “though I know a few of those. Not very pleasant men.” 

You’re speechless. Breathless. You stare at the brick wall across from you. You swear you checked, they all were in for good. Dang. 

“Um, I’m on my break and I have to get back to work,” you croak. 

“Already?” 

“I was on hold... a while,” you eke out. “Sorry, I—gotta go.” 

“My queen.” 

“I hope everything goes well.” 

“I will call again--” 

“Bye.” 

You end the call and nearly drop the phone. Your heart is thumping. It’s okay. You never game them any fine details. You always keep it vague. He doesn’t know who you are or where you live. It’s fine. You’re fine. 

You head back into the shop, slightly dazed. You go behind the desk as Jensen hunches over a motherboard. You put your phone down and sit stiffly on the stool. 

“No coffee today?” 

“No,” you mutter. 

“Everything okay?” 

You shake your head and flick away the fog in your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I just... I didn’t get much sleep.”  

You shift and put your focus to your computer. You open your inbox and go to the settings. ‘Delete Account’ lights up under the cursor. You learned your lesson. You’re not going to keep messing with these men. You had your fun and now it’s over. 

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The days grow dull. Life dims back to its usual cloudy malaise. Your mom calls to tell you she’s taking the kids away on a holiday and needs someone to watch the house. You try to think of any holiday you took as a kid. You only ever visited your nan or your aunt. 

You say yes. You need the extra money. Besides, your neighbours are friggin noisy. It will make your commute longer but whatever. 

Their house is nice. Your stepdad is loaded. And a jerk. When he started dating your mom, he made you get a job. You were thirteen and no one would hire you. You ended up going to the nursing home and playing checkers with the residents. It was volunteer only but he said the experience was worth it. You guess you had fun. 

You put your things in the guest room. You know better than to disturb anything else. A list of instructions is left by the door, right next to a camera. Wow, Andy, really? 

The change in scenery is something, you guess. Something different. No matter what you do, you just can’t seem to break the sameness. It’s pathetic that the most exciting thing going on in your life is this. 

You are sure to lock the door on your way out. Every lock, every window, has one of those censors that will alert your stepdad to your most minuscule mistake. 

The bus ride is longer than you like. The seats are dingy. Ugh. You get off downtown and hiss as you realise you forgot your thermos on the kitchen counter. That’s the thing, when you change routine, you’re bound to miss something. That one detail puts your whole day off. 

When you knock at the shop door, Jensen doesn’t answer. You have to bang on it several times before he shows up. His eyes are sleepy behind his thick lenses. You huff. 

“Game night?” You wonder as you enter. 

“Tournament. Got second.” 

“Second?” You scoff as you put your bag on the counter. “Worth it, then.” 

“Ha, I know. I got reckless. Blew it all.” 

“Jens,” you say as you get up on the stool and rub your eyes, “are there any prizes for these games or is this just you torturing yourself?” 

He’s quiet. That’s all the answer you need. 

“God, I need a red bull,” he mutters as he checks the aisles. 

“Me too, bud.” 

“What? You said those things are battery acid.” 

“They are,” you snort. “But I’m friggin exhausted.” 

“They got a dragon fruit flavour,” he suggests. 

You laugh again. “I’ll suffer.” 

He grumbles and goes through opening as you check the till. Despite the rough start, the day unfurls in its usual monotony. You sit and type, yawning as customers wander in with broken devices or hoping to sell some unused block from twenty years ago. 

You’re about to finish your last lesson in your marketing module when the door chirps again. You’re too focused to look up as Jensen leans on the counter and sniffs. He scratches his nose. 

“Hey, dude, anything I can help you with today?” He asks. 

“I am in the market for an affordable device,” the voice cuts through your concentration and tickles your brain. You blink and keep your eyes on the text. It can’t be. 

“Phone, computer, tablet?” Jensen asks. 

“Hm, I only need it for emails, truly,” the customer replies thoughtfully as he approaches the counter. “Basic but functional will do.” 

He stops on the other side. Stolid tension roils around you as sweat trickles down your temple. Meekly, you make yourself look up, assuring yourself of your own paranoia. 

The customer grins as his blue eyes are already on you. Your eyes round. It’s him! How in the heck? 

He’s older than the picture. His golden hair is longer and intertwined with hanks of silver which makes it shine brighter. His shoulders are somehow broader and he has a bit extra above his belt. His arms are hug, stretching the fabric of his flannel to excess. You gulp. 

“I have to go... pee,” you squeak and twist on the stool. You jump off so quickly, it wobbles behind you. 

You dip behind Jensen and flee towards the restroom. He grunts as your elbow hits him in your flight. You don’t look back. It’s impossible. 

You slam the door and lock it. You look in the mirror and slap your own cheek. Wake up! This is a nightmare. You pinch your side and yipe. Come on, wake up! 

It’s real. It’s real. You’re cooked. Oh god. 

You search for an out. Why is there no window in a bathroom? What if you had to do a two? Ugh, this is dumb. No, this is scary. 

You spin in circles, panicking. What do you do? There’s one escape and it’s past that six-foot-infinity man out there. Not just a man, a criminal! 

You could cry. You might. No, hold it together. This is all your own fault. You knew better. Why did you do it? Because you felt good? Ugh. How dumb. Men with no hope calling you pretty. You want to hurl. 

A knock has your shoes scuffing on the floor. You spin and face the locked door. 

“Hey, you okay?” Jensen asks. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you call back in a hollow voice. “It’s just... my time of the month.” 

“Oh... Oh!” He exclaims. “Is there anything I can get you?” 

“Jensen, go away,” you snip. 

“Right, uh... just... uh, right. I’m going.” 

You listen to his sneakers squeak away and you huff. You clutch your skull like it might explode. Maybe it will. That’s a solution, isn’t it? 

You know what you’re going to do. You’re going to explain to him what happened. He got catfished! 

Yeah, that’s plausible. Someone stole your picture and they pretended they were you. That’s so simple. 

You inhale and steel yourself. You’re going to have to lie harder than the time you broke your mom’s favourite vase. You need to earn this Oscar. 

You make yourself leave the bathroom. You stride out calmly and reclaim your perch on the stool. Jensen shows Thor a laptop as he explains its features. 

“Not very used. Apparently someone bought it for a great aunt but she only played Mah Jong.” 

Thor hums, “ah, and it is a bargain.” He rests his large hand on the counter. “I must be honest, I don’t believe I’ll use it much more. You see, I’ve only just come from a sentence in the penitentiary. A lot of this is new to me.” 

“Prison?” Jensen gasps. “Oh man, my buddy just got out on a stint. Sounds rough.” 

“Oh, a friend?” 

“He’s a good guy. You know, some people just have bad luck,” Jensen shrugs off. “I can get this set up for you easy. It’s already wiped, I’d have to dig out the charger, but I’ll throw in a laptop bag for free.” 

“Wonderful!” Thor booms and claps so you flinch. “I’ll take it.” 

“No problem. Now, I was going to offer some security too. I can get that installed with full setup. Eighty bucks. And you can come in any time in the next year for service.” Jensen continues through his usual, though he’s adjusted the number in the customer’s favour. You don’t blame him. The guy is a monster of a dude. 

“Perfect,” Thor growls. 

Your eyes flit up and meet his again. He grins at you and his hand slides closer to your computer. You squirm and quickly look back to your review quiz. He’s not going to say anything in front of Jensen, so you just need to play it cool. 

[feinecutasy]

Red

Ah, the smell of freshly roasted coffee beans. And the sight of the buxom barista serving it. Silky brown hair flowing atop that hourglass figure. Perhaps he should frequent this place more often.

Zayn loved to start his day with a cup of life-giving black water and a good toast, and he hated it when the normalcy was disrupted. He used to frequent the Hut near the square, but the place was now in renovation. Thankfully, it only took him a few steps to find the place he was now sitting in. Order was restored.

… or perhaps not. The first sip was rich and exhilarating, until it ended with an unexpected, unwelcome, but not uncommon texture. He promptly picked out the culprit, half of which had been in his mouth and the other half still dangling on the cup. A short strand of hair. ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ.

Zayn’s eyes instantaneously darted from the barista to her colleague, who was busy taking the order of an elderly couple. A mop of wavy, short red hair topped his head, which along with his porcelain skin and freckle-covered face stood out in stark contrast against the black t-shirt and dark apron he was wearing. As soon as the queue was emptied, Zayn strutted to the ginger, back straightened, arms stiffened in an attempt to inflate his already bulky frame. He dropped his coffee cup on the counter loudly enough to garner the barista’s attention.  “Mate, can you make me a new cup of coffee?”, he questioned, his voice lowered. “I found a strand of red hair inside the cup”, he continued, the word ‘red’ deliberately emphasised. The ginger rolled his eyes and looked puzzled for a moment, but quickly accepted his request with no retort. Once again, it was the girl who brought the coffee out to him. “Thanks”, he smiled cockily at her before returning to his table.

Order was restored, and Zayn was back to his outpost where his eyes continued to busily clap about and mentally undress all the dainty damsels inside and outside. He actually wouldn’t have minded had the busty barista’s hair been the thing that was in his cup. Why does it always have to be the wimps and runts that ruin his day? Now that he had shown the loser his place, he could feel waves of satisfaction coursing through his body. He took a sip to celebrate.

And he spat the coffee out. Another strand of red hair. Unbothered by the stain on his cuff and the liquid still dripping on his hand, he looked inside the cup. Intricate overlapping rings of keratin formed from definitely not just one strand of hair floated on the surface of the beverage. However hot the coffee was, Zayn’s blood was now boiling ten times hotter. He bolted up from his chair and headed straight to the ginger, his face red from anger. “Are you done fucking with me?”, he said threateningly. The younger man looked even more perplexed, though before he managed to utter anything, his coworker had already chimed in to his defense.

“What is it again?”, she said with visible disinterest on her face.

“There’s. Fucking. Hair. In my coffee. Again.”

“Could be anyone’s hair”, she nonchalantly replied.

“IT’S RED!”, Zayn screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing at the other stressed employee, “Who else in this place has red hair beside that scum?”

“Mate, it's ʏᴏᴜʀ hair”, the girl replied after a long sigh, then turned away from Zayn for a moment to pick something up.

The absurd statement had temporarily overridden Zayn’s desire to smack the gob of out the red-haired pansy with an even stronger urge to give the bitch in front of him a well-deserved slap. Thankfully, the last morsel of rational thinking convinced him against it and as a result, he just hurled a deafening string of profanity at the staff. Zayn stomped out of the coffee shop, unperturbed by the concerning gaze of all the other customers.

The outside air cooled his head down and allowed his breathing to return to normal. That was when he was made aware of two things. One, his bag was still inside the shop – in the heat of the argument he had completely forgot to take it with him. Two, he needed to empty his bladder. Stat. Wasting no time, he slammed the shop’s door open and dashed straight towards the gents. In his haste, he didn’t register the fact that the two staff members were smiling warmly at him, and others in the shop were gleefully chatting with each other, as if no commotion had ever taken place just mere seconds ago.

The loo was small but odourless and clean, with a sink near the entrance and a toilet in the corner. Zayn habitually checked his face in the mirror and grinned at the dark-haired hunk looking back at him. He turned towards the bowl to finish his business. For some reason it was taking longer than usual. Too long, in fact. When Zayn was finally done relieving himself, he was barely able to keep his balance. His head felt heavy all of a sudden. Pants still a distance away from his cock, he placed his hairy hand on the wall to steady himself. It was getting abnormally hot inside the room.  Beads after beads of sweat dripped from his head and chest down his lower body, soaking all of his clothing wet. Irritated by the now damp sweater scratching against his skin, he frantically threw it on the nearby sink. Zayn couldn’t think clear. But he wasn’t feeling unwell either. The feeling was akin to that time when he downed two bottles of gin in the company of his lads. Physically he might be mildly disoriented, but deep inside he felt free. Inhibitions were broken, and the need to mentally exert oneself was gone. If someone approached him right now and asked him what his name was, he probably wouldn’t be able to answer. For now, he just needed to rest for a while.   

Zayn’s sweaty black slid against the wall as he took on a more comfortable position. He was near naked at this point. His member was out, his boxer briefs stretched around his shins and a pulled-down pair of jeans obscured the dirty socks that were separating the skin of his huge feet from the rank, imposing Adidas running shoes. His beard was itching a little as droplets of sweat made their way through it. He tried to wipe them off, but when he looked at his palm, it was his facial hair that came off. Before he could even blink, the hair had dissolved into the sweat. His arms and chest soon met the same fate, leaving only his pubes untouched by the depilatory secretion. Once bushy and swarming with hair, now only smooth, unblemished skin remained beneath the coat of glistening sweat. Zayn was not even sure if his sight was functioning properly. It’s hard to think right now. When he saw the sheen of the layer of sweat that had almost covered his whole body, it didn’t even cross his mind that his once olive skin had somehow taken on a pale, creamy colour.

The warmth of his body coupled with the room’s temperature had made his ball sack much saggier. Or perhaps it was because his balls had almost doubled in size. He wasn’t in the right state of mind to tell. His cock head felt funny though. The skin around his circumcision scar had expanded downward, wrapping around his cock head to form a long, drooping prepuce. He caressed the covered head with his fingers, and was immediately overwhelmed as his now oversensitive cock answered his touch with immense pleasure and began to ooze out a stunning amount of precum. The size of his dick hadn’t changed much – in fact thanks to the added extra skin it did look like it had gained a bit of length – but the sheer size of his testicles and the sagginess induced by it easily dwarfed the stature of his manhood and made it look relatively tiny.

Zayn’s groggy mind was still overloaded with pleasure that he hadn’t noticed his pubes had turned a fiery red. Elsewhere on his head, the new hair emerging out of his scalp would soon turn out to be of the exact same colour. As the fog his in psyche lifted and whatever that had been causing his intoxicated state disappeared, he felt lighter, much lighter. In mind and in body. The seed of carefreeness had bloomed in his bubbly soul.

As Zayn tried to recollect himself, he realised that he had been in the toilet a bit too long. He hoped no one was prevented from attending to their pressing matter while he was here. Feeling slightly guilty, he stood up and pulled his pants and trousers back on. On his way to retrieve his sweater, he caught his reflection in the mirror.

Looking back at him was a shirtless young man with glinting green eyes. He had lush, wavy locks of red-hair, still damp from an earlier bout of sweating. Freckles dotted his face and most of his pale body, interspersing with the occasional rosy complexion where blood was flowing through his strong veins. The youngster was lithe and fit, though with a certain imbalance in his build. Whatever transformation he had undergone, it had greatly slimmed up his upper body, but left the rest seemingly untouched. Zayn’s thighs had neither lost their definition nor their heftiness. The tight jeans he was wearing still struggled to contain his firm, muscular behind and his engorged genitals produced a visible bulge on the front. He shifted his big feet comfortably in his smelly socks and huge running shoes.

Zayn grinned confidently at himself in the mirror – for this was him, always had been and always will be. Redhead, smooth, freckled, happy-go-lucky. He put on his sweater, which now clung loosely to his body, washed his hands, and made his way out of the loo. The ginger barista hollered upon seeing him:

“Mate, your cappuccino is ready!”

“Alright, cool, thank you!”, Zayn smiled warmly back at the bloke. Within seconds he was back to his seat, bag by his side.

Ah, the smell of freshly roasted coffee beans. And the sight of the cute ginger barista serving it.

Perhaps he should frequent this place more often.

[kabr0ztrousers]

I fucking love when you do Portals, if you’re not bored already with this topic may i ask another? i’ll be waiting in your queue🥰🫦

Kabr0z Writes episode 92: Communion

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Portals; freeuse; CNC; religious mentions and ceremony; public sex; exhibitionism;

A/N: I was actually struggling for inspiration today... Whatever would I do to make sure I'm not retreading old ground. Thankfully the algorithm came to my rescue while scrolling for inspiration. Is it blasphemy? It's certainly not respectful.

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These were rapidly becoming your favourite underwear. After the coffee shop? Then that "issue" with tuning them between connections? Best sex of your life. The only issue is, after all that, however would you top it?

That's the question that plagued you as you walked into town. You were wearing your portal undies, because of course you were, but what can a girl do to transgress some social boundaries on a Sunday morning?

Wait. It's a Sunday. The beauty of rural Wales is the massive proportion of churches to people. You barely had to walk half a mile and you found one. Open doors, organ softly playing as the occasional person slid through the front room to the main church. A quick selfie, posted to just the right website along with a freshly-generated session code. A tap, a swipe, and the app locked. Four hours on the clock, that's long enough for a church... Session? Worship? You wondered what the actual verb for attending church is as you took a pew and the bloke in the robe took the pulpit.

God he was boring. Something Jesus, something heaven, something repentance. You were just about to get up and leave when it started. The metal disc in your underwear buzzed insistently, then the portal opened.

For a moment, nothing happened. Cool air passed over your pussy, before being replaced with hot breath. A finger traced your entrance as you sat there, trying not to show off that something was interfering with you. The soft touch was easy to pass off. Sure, whoever this was felt good, but after what you're used to with these, this wasn't hard to hide.

What was harder was when the finger pushed in. Maybe the setting was getting you more hot and bothered than you thought, or maybe you just needed this. The gasp was hard to swallow, especially as another two fingers joined in. The three fingers filled you, turning and angling themselves in ways no lover would be able to without a magic portal fleshlight on the other end. You pulled your phone out of your skirt pocket to check the app, who's connected?

Who else. It's WolfDaddy again. You put the phone back before anyone spotted you. At least, you hoped you did. The sounds of him stirring your cunt were soft, almost drowned out by the droning cleric as he went on and on. He was saying something about interpretation, how sins change over time so some things that might have been sins once, aren't now.

Those fingers curled inside you. You felt yourself blush as you suppressed a twitch in your legs. This was still probably a sin.

You clenched your cunt against those fingers, gently pulsing it to try and send him a message: "fuck me already"

His fingers kept hard at work, rubbing and stroking as your body fought you, trying to gasp and moan, whine and wriggle at the invading digits. You couldn't. All you could do was sit there and drip, feeling your juices flow from you in rivers. He brought you to the very edge, then stopped. The fingers pulled out just as you threatened to crest the peak, letting you slide back down for a minute or two before pushing again. If you got closer, he'd leave you for longer. If he took a little while, you'd get the next edge a little sooner.

You ached so badly by the time the priest was done lecturing. The rest of the church got up and into the aisle, but they weren't leaving. You half-remembered something about sacraments? Eating the body and drinking the blood of God to get closer to him or something?

Sounds kinky.

You got up and joined near the back of the line. The fingers felt you move and withdrew, letting your pussy squeeze in vain. A blunt tip replaced them, pressing gently into you. The first inch slid in, fully hard and leaking that lupine precum all over you. Then he pulled out. Over and over you'd get just enough to get excited, but not enough to get you off. Your whole lower body hurt now. The constant teasing of your leaking, drooling hole was taking its toll on you.

You reached the front of the church. Kneeling in a line before the altar. Maybe kneeling made your body move a certain way? Maybe he could just tell you weren't upright any more. Either way, it earned you another inch. You clenched again, trying to keep a steady rhythm to encourage him. You got another inch. Then another, then another.

The priest was moving down the line. First a small biscuity thing, then a sip from a jewelled cup. One by one the other churchgoers were seen to. Whoever WolfDaddy is, he had a good handle on how long this took.

Six people to go. He fucked you harder. Cock pushing up to the very edge of your cervix. Five people, a pair of fingers joined in, rubbing your clit as you began to squirm. Four, the cock was faster now, hammering into you as the lupine on the other end of the portal rewarded you. Three, you bit your lip. The feeling of climax building in you, coming towards you hard and fast as you dug your nails into your palm

Two, the cock hilted into you. You could feel the knot starting to inflate. One, cum spurted forth, the cock throbbing and twitching as jet after jet flooded into you.

Just you left now.

The pastor said something, you opened your mouth, feeling your eyes want to roll back in your head as you begged a present from church.

"Take this, my body" A flavourless wafer landed on your tongue

"And this, my blood" a sip of acid-tasting wine

"T-thank you father" you stuttered out, mouth watering and body burning. You felt it coming. You looked in his eyes. He could tell. You could see he could tell. You suppressed a scream as you fell off the cliff.

You clenched every muscle to try and stop yourself shaking, tried to suppress a scream of triumphant release, instead it emerged as a long squeaking wait as your jaw slammed shut around it. Your eyes rolled, defocusing until there were two vicars in front of you, then back to one, then two again.

There's no way he didn't see as cum started to leak from you. No way he didn't notice as the portal cut off how suddenly there was a damp puddle where a worshipper was so recently sat. You could smell the cum on you, dripping from your oozing cunt.

You took a seat on the pews again. Reassuring wood to lend you stability. The church cleared. You saw the vicar step into a booth at the other end of the church. Dark wood and varnished to within an inch of its life.

You walked into the other side. A wickerwork screen and a small slot were between you and the man you'd just came in front of.

"F-forgive me father, for I have sinned"

Who knows, you might get more fun out of this yet

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Never fear about requesting a portal fic from me. Easily one of my favourite kinks of all time.

Especially when I get to couple it with monster cocks