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lunajay33 · 1 month

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Just a Taste🖤

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Summary: Reader knew lusting after him was wrong, him being her gym teacher and all but when she comes across him again when the world ends she can’t resist

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

Warning: Age Gap, 18+

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I know it’s wrong but god I want him so badly, sure he’s my gym teacher but a girl knows how to appreciate an attractive man, the way he’d smirk when I’d sass him back or the way he’d help me with warm up stretches, pushing his body so close to mine I’ve become addicted to his cologne , but what could I do he’s my gym teacher, sure I’m 18 but a girl can dream

The day of my graduation I finally found the courage to approach Negan, walking right up to him behind the bleachers as it was an outside celebration, a cigarette lit as he huffed out a cloud of smoke, I never was one for the smell but being around him I couldn’t get enough now

“Hey angel, shouldn’t you be celebrating with the others?” He smirked as I stood next to him

“Hmmm I’d rather be here with you Mr.Smith” I said batting my lashes seeing his smirk widen making my knees weak

“Is that so baby girl? I’m sure you don’t wanna waste your time with an old man like me, what the guys your age don’t satisfy ya?” He asks as he blows smoke in my face

“Mmm no one makes me feel the things you do”

“Holy shit darling you’re one hell of a minx, never seen this side of ya before but god is it refreshing” I took the cigarette from his hand taking a slow drag feeling the smoke envelope my lungs

“Maybe you deserve a little graduation gift don’t you think Angel?” His lips mere inches from mine as he sucked in the smoke I breathed out

“I think I do, I’ve been so good” right as our lips were about to touch screams and chaos erupted all around us

Pulling apart I notice blood all around people ripping the flesh of my fellow classmates and some people that were still lingering around from the graduation, I felt a tight grip around my waist pushing me in the opposite direction of all this mayhem

“What is happening Mr.Smith?” I asked running with him right next to me

“Don’t know sweetheart but we gotta get the hell outta here”

We got close to his truck when a group of walkers got in our way splitting us up, having to run in separate directions, I tried getting back to him but neither of us could risk it with the amount of chompers around

“STAY ALIVE! ILL FIND YA SUNSHINE” he screamed as we got pushed further and further apart

I ran and just kept running until I got back home, my family was gone they didn’t even wait for me, the realization dawned on me that I had to do this alone, so I gathered a bag and filled it with clothes, the food that was left over in the pantry and getting anything that could be used as a weapon in the garage

I changed into some more appropriate clothes for this crazy situation that this town has found itself in god knows where else

“Okay you’ve got this, all you’ve got to do is survive just survive somehow” I tried encouraging myself as I slung my bag over my back and drove off out of town having no clue where I was heading

Gas ran out quick leaving me to wonder on foot through the Georgia woods thinking it would be safer than the roads, after 2 months of wandering having to fend for myself, running scarce of food and killing and walkers that came near leaving me exhausted and covered in blood

Finally I came to a break in the trees leading to an open field with a farm house in the middle, not a walker in sight, I sighed in relief feeling like I’ve finally found a break even just for a little while, I got to the house noticing tents set up, still early in the morning the people set up here must still be sleeping

“Who the hell are ya?” I heard a gruff voice behind me, I turned frightened noticing a man with a cross bow pointed at me, he had scruffy hair and a scowl

“Oh umm I’m sorry I’ve just been walking and I came across this place I just wanted a break, I was gonna ask…..I just need rest even just for today please” he looked me up and down before lowering his bow, his expression softening

“Come on I’ll show ya around”

Thankfully that day it wasn’t a one day rest and the group embraced me as one of their own, Daryl became like an older brother teaching me how to hunt, always watching over me, Maggie always went out of her way to check up on me and she’s become like a sister, I got along with everyone else as well but Daryl and Maggie meant the most to me

When the farm fell Daryl saved me from being torn apart, the 9 months on the road after that looking for a new home they always made sure I got a bit of extra food

Finally we found the prison and we had a while of peace, sitting on the railing of the watch tower looking out over the yard when Daryl came and sat next to me

“Ya okay?”

“Yeah just thinking about stuff”

“Like what?”

“The day everything happened it was my graduation day, it felt like my life was just starting and I had my whole life ahead of me, I even had a guy I finally got the courage to confess to in a way, I was so excited and god I had wanted him for so long and just like that it was ripped away from me, I still hear the last words he said to me before we were pulled apart, he said he’d find me” I sighed feeling the weight of what could have been weighing down on me, I still think of Negan all the time, the way he’d wear a black top showing off his tattoos that always had me clenching my legs in class, how his arms would flex when he’d help me stretch, or when the smell of cigarette would come my way I remember taking his and feeling his lips brush against mine

“Don’t give up peach, he might still be out there, I’ll make sure ya have a future”

“Thanks Daryl”

When the prison fell I was lucky to escape with Tyrese and Judith and the two little girls until we came across Carol, with carols help we saved the group from the cannibals, reuniting with my new family, the we were on the road again until we got saved yet again and found a new home in Alexandria, everything was going well, Maggie was pregnant, we had a home that was safe with food, I always wanted to help the group with what ever problem arises but Maggie and Daryl kept me out of it, always saying I should stay in Alexandria and help things run smoothly

So when the group came back bloodied and empty of emotion I was confused

“What happened where Daryl? Where’s Maggie is she okay?” I asked Michonne as she seemed to be the most put together of the group

“We shouldn’t have left you in the dark, we’ve been up against another group they cornered us they….they killed Abraham and Glenn, they took Daryl, Maggie is at hilltop hiding out and getting the help she needs with the baby” my world felt like it was crashing down

“What? No this can’t be true, we need to get Daryl back”

“There’s nothing we can do”

A few days went by when that group that took some of my family away arrived in the streets and Alexandria

I ran out of the house seeing Daryl in ratty clothes standing at the gates, I looked next to him and it was him…..Negan was talking to Rick my heart started pumping fast and I gasped catching the attention of him, his smirk he had dropped as the attention of everyone around was now on us, he dropped his bat to the ground and before I knew it I was running to him jumping in his arms feeling his strong arms wrap around me and squeeze me tight

“I told you I’d find you sunshine” he stated he still smelled of cigarette and that cologne that had me want him to finally take me right here right now

He set me down back on the ground squeezing my waist as I ran my hand along his cheek

“I’ve been looking for you, ever since that day, god I’ve craved your lips, your touch, I ain’t letting you go again Angel”

“Y/n? What are you doing?” I heard Rick ask from behind me

“Oh she’s mine done Ricky, been waiting to have her, should’ve never let you go that day”

“Y/n he killed Glenn and Abraham he’s the one that imprisoned Daryl” it dawned on me that this was the leader of the group that took people away from my family

I looked over at Daryl seeing how hurt he was

“Negan can I talk to you in private please” he placed his hand on my lower back and led me away from the clashing groups

“What is it baby?”

“This is my family, they’ve done so much for me, Daryl has saved me and protected me more times than I can count, if it wasn’t for him I would be long dead, and I wanna be with you, god do I wanna be with you but I need you to let him go, please I mean you still have to give me my graduation gift” I said smirking as I looped my fingers in the waist band of his jeans hearing him groan

“Fuck Angel I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’ll do it for you, he can go but you’re coming back with me, I’ve needed to feel you for too long, go say your goodbyes” he smirked as he slapped my ass as I walked back towards the entrance

“Daryl I’m so sorry I didn’t know, he’s going to let you go” he finally looked at me and pulled me into his arms

“Ain’t yer fault ya knew none of this, I can’t say I’m happy about this being the guy that ya told me about, but ya gotta do what makes ya happy, I’ll talk to the others” he said as he pushed me off back towards Negan

“I’ll see you soon Daryl”

Getting back to the sanctuary Negan showed me around until we got back to his own room, it was nice, the nicest room I’ve seen since before everything happened

“I can’t wait anymore Negan, I need you, please. I need you to fuck me” I whined as I felt him close behind me his hands brushing down my hips

“Whatever you want baby” he groaned into my ear as he started unbuttoning my jeans pulling them down as I was quick to rip off my shirt leaving me in my black lace panties and bra

“Damn look at that body” he said pushing be back down onto the bed, quick to rid himself of his own clothes, even more tattoos on his chest that had me desperate for more

“Like what ya see baby”

“God yes, please just touch me” he smirked as he started leaving sloppy hickeys down my neck to my chest, licking down my stomach to my panties, my heart was pounding, my head was buzzing

He pulled my panties down so slowly I whined my pussy aching from need

“Look at how wet you are baby and all for me, just a little taste first” he said before he licked up my pussy slowly at first before he started eating me out like he was a starved man, running my hand through his salt and pepper hair screaming his name as that pressure started building

“Fuck fuck I’m so close don’t stop” pulling away as I felt that pressure fade

“No please let me cum”

“Oh you’ll be coming angel, all night long” he laughed as he ran his cock up and down my slit jumping when he’d smack my sensitive clit

“Fuck I don’t think you’re gonna fit” he was huge, thick and long it had my mouth watering

“Oh it’ll fit and I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy raw” he said as he slowly pushed in feeling him stretch and fill me up to the brim it was overwhelming but god was it everything I’ve fantasized about

Hovering over me he was biting his lip his face scrunched in pleasure

“So tight, so know how long I’ve wanted this little pussy baby, to bend you over those bleachers and just fuck the attitude out of you” he said as he started thrusting getting faster and faster hitting all the right spots, quickly circling my clit

“Oh fuck I’ve wanted you for so long, god you fuck me so good” his cologne enveloping my senses, hearing him groan into my ear, feeling his cool rings run across my burning skin, everything I’ve dreamed of finally happening feeling that pressure build and build

“Fuck Negan I’m gonna cum please let me cum”

“Cum baby, cum on my cock, be a good girl come on” he said slapping my clit again pushing me over the edge

“OH FUCK” I screamed every nerve burning with desire, my sight clouded with stars, feeling his hot cum shoot inside me

“That’s it sunshine, let it go” his thrusts slowing until he finally pulled out making whine at the empty feeling

“Wow that was……mind blowing”

“We ain’t done yet baby, I’ve got years of fantasies to play out”

This was gonna be a long night

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gayeddie-saved-me · 8 months

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it’s a selfish thought and arthur knows it because merlin has spent so much time hiding a vital part of his existence, his very being, all because of arthur. so he presses it down into the deepest recesses of himself and focuses on doing everything he can to support merlin, to give merlin the world he deserves. a world where he is free.

but sometimes, when he’s alone in his room surrounded by his endless responsibilities, he will think to himself, i am nothing.

merlin and the old religion hold him as this once and future king, but no matter what they say, he can’t understand why they think any of this is about him. it was never him. everything he’d done, every accomplishment and fight he’d won had never been his to claim. he was a fraud. he was a lonely king with nothing to his name beyond the blood on his hands, the blood staining his every crevice.

he isn’t the once and future king. he doesn’t deserve any of the praise. he is the moon, a piece of rock in the sky that shines only because of the sun. without the sun, the moon is worthless. without the sun, no one would have ever looked at the moon twice.

arthur had never been proud of his mistakes and his inaction when it came to his father’s slaughter, but he had been proud of the things he had done to keep his kingdom and his people safe and healthy and happy. he has fought and fought and fought only to discover he had never even landed a punch. every knockout, every victory he had held up to hide the ugly nothingness of his true, empty self was never his to hold. with the discovery of merlin’s magic, any worthiness he thought he’d earned had slipped through his fingers like sand through a sieve.

merlin is beautiful and powerful. merlin is a god amongst men, a gift given to this world, given to arthur, and for what?

this prophecy for arthur was always about merlin. he carried the weight, he fought and fought and fought and he won, merlin was the one who had carried this kingdom on his back until they reached the safety of the golden era of the current day.

it’s a selfish thought, to be thinking of himself in relation to merlin’s magic when merlin has suffered every single day because of arthur. and yet, in those moments, he can’t help but wonder why he was born at all, why he was named savior of a group of people who would’ve never died if only he had stayed unmade, a whisper of nothingness in his mother’s womb.

his first breath caused a massacre, a genocide, and yet he was given an angel and a title and a prophecy of greatness he could never actually fulfill.

he would never tell merlin about these thoughts he had. merlin would end up feeling guilty somehow, would carry the weight of arthur’s worthlessness even more by taking on the deserved revulsion arthur had for himself.

no, he couldn’t tell merlin about this. merlin would tell him he was wrong, would try to talk him up and fix it. would use that endless kindness to tell arthur endless stories about his own importance. merlin would shine his sunshine on arthur until arthur forgot he was just a lump of rock. he wouldn��t rest until arthur loved himself, until arthur took all the credit for merlin’s own accomplishments again.

no, he would keep this to himself. he would give merlin the attention and love he deserves. this story isn’t actually about arthur pendragon. it never was.

#idk what this is #anyway #sorry #me? projecting? never #also to clarify uh this is obviously not how i feel personally about arthur!!#i love that man i just wanted to explore how the insecurities we see him have in the show would look post magic reveal #merlin #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #bbc arthur #merthur #it’s hinted at more than anything though #character study #character introspection #might delete later #ficlet #angst #my writing

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jwonsociety · 2 years

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enha ♡ how they crush on you

↳ gn!reader | fluff | 0.9k words | no warnings!

a/n: sorry for the recent inactivity school has been keeping me occupied 😭 hope you enjoy this!! reader is implied to be in hs/college but nothing is specified. lowercase intentional. love you all mwah

yang jungwon.

small gestures of kindness. jungwon's love language is definitely acts of service. sometimes it's the littlest thing, but you always notice it. if he goes to get coffee, he'll get one for you too just because. jungwon lets you use the vending machine first even if he's been waiting for a while. when you need assistance with anything -- studying, cleaning, etc -- he's always the first to offer a helping hand. jungwon's always thinking of you and it's genuinely so endearing. he keeps a spare pen in his bag because he knows you always forget. even when it's something as minuscule as a smile from across the room when you're having a bad day, it never fails to brighten your mood. jungwon is so attentive, generous, and infuriatingly cute that you can't help but say yes when he finally sums up to courage to ask you out.

lee heeseung.

buying you things. being heeseung's crush comes with some unexpected financial benefits. this man would rather fight you than allow you to pay for anything when you're out together. he swats your money away and insists that he'll pay, and when you protest he swears it's no big deal. drinks, snacks, gas -- heeseung has it covered. heeseung buys you the perfect little gifts for your birthday and other holidays. he revels in the feeling of spoiling you. of course he hopes that you'll return his feelings for him, but he doesn't pay for your things with the intention of "buying" your affection. he does it purely because he cares for you. in his eyes, you're a lovely person, and you deserve lovely things.

park jongseong.

worrying about you. jay is forever the doting type. you’re utterly precious to him and he can’t help but be concerned about your well-being. he insists on walking you home always, especially when it's dark out. and if he isn't able to for whatever reason, he's texting you every five minutes to make sure you get home safe. the second you show any symptom of sickness he's all over you, asking if you're feeling okay or if you've gotten enough sleep or if you need water. you tease him for being so protective, but he says he's just looking out for you like he would for any other person -- and yet, you're the only one he keeps a close eye on.

sim jaeyun.

blatant flirting. everybody knows jake can be flirtatious and that certainly becomes obvious once he develops a crush on you. he'll call you gorgeous just because he thinks you look adorable when you blush. you're definitely not safe from his corny pickup lines either -- they're so cheesy it's almost painful, but he insists that "they work most of the time." no matter how stupid they are, though, they never fail to make your heart skip a beat. the thing that ultimately makes you fall for jake is how unashamed he is of his crush on you. you know it, his friends know it, but he couldn't care less. he wants the whole world to know that you're the one he's head over heels for.

park sunghoon.

finding any excuse to be with you. sunghoon is a bit shier than most when it comes to romance, so he shows his affection for you in more subtle ways. he’ll jump on any opportunity to “accidentally” run into you. he’ll linger a little longer near your class just in case you pass by. when he has a break for lunch, he’ll go to your favorite café just in case you might be there too. sunghoon always makes sure to sit next to you when you guys are out with friends. if you have to go somewhere he’ll make up a random reason to accompany you, and when his friends tease him for following you around like a puppy, he’ll swear it’s “just a coincidence” with a bright red blush on his face.

kim sunoo.

complimenting you. sunoo, being the sunshine he is, showers you with compliments when he crushes on you. while other guys might not notice a new haircut or a change in your skincare routine, sunoo surely does. he's constantly telling you he loves your outfits, your music taste, your laugh, everything. he makes it his mission to make you feel like the most special person on earth. you love spending time with sunoo because he makes you feel good about yourself -- to him, everything about you is wonderful and worthy of praise. of course, he shows kindness to everyone, but sunoo makes it clear that you're his absolute favorite.

nishimura riki.

teasing you constantly. riki is an agent of chaos and that only escalates after he starts having feelings for you. as his friend he always poked fun at you, but as his crush, you become his new favorite target. although riki emanates a cool demeanor, he struggles to express his romantic affection -- to put it simply, he's a hopeless dork in the cutest way. he teases you for losing to him in a video game but secretly he's fawning over how cute you look when you pout. he challenges you to a race whenever you're walking somewhere together because he loves how you insist he cheated. it's hard for riki to have sentimental moments with you, but you know his teasing comes from a place of love -- the way his face turns adorably pink every time he sees you is conclusive evidence of that.

#enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #enhypen x y/n #enhypen oneshots #fluff

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most-datable-datable-bracket · 7 months

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ROUND 3 MATCH 32

Mammon propaganda:

“He was done dirty in the first round, I hope he wins this time because he deserves it

First of all, he hates you at the start but then he starts to like you but he exclaimed his hate too much at the start so he can't admit it

Everyone knows that he likes MC, even his little D (who are demons familiars) thinks that they should date

He is a classic tsundere but doesn't actually hurt you like other tsunderes but he is so bad at hiding his feelings that everyone is just ignores it

He is the avatar of greed, meaning he is clingy which may be a turn away for some people but he cares for you so so much

He has never turned into his demon form to hurt you (Asmo hasn't but he has tried to seduce you with his power)

Don't get me started on his story cards, he literally is so cute

He wants to be a mentor to Luke, like Lucifer was to him, he is only mean to Luke because he wants Luke to learn about how life isn't all sunshine and rainbows

He is also so hot, he is a bisexual panic

He is bullied by his brothers but he cares for them so so much despite their bullying

I am so in love with him and have written so many fics about him

Anyway, I'm going to stop here because otherwise I'll be here all day”

“First friend, first pact, practically the MC's first everything, he is a major Tsundere, he holds my heart hostage, I just want to smooch him, he and MC share a room, he is such a cute little bab, he does bully Luke (a child) but it's revealed that he just wants to show Luke that the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows and want help him figure things out

He is the cutest little guy, he cares for his brother

His sin is greed so he does steal things from people but since lesson 1 he hasn't stolen anything from MC

He wrote a song to propose

Sure he is clingy but in a good way

He is so cute

He adopted a child, which he had to leave in the care of witches and willingly let's the witches extort him

There is so much that I can say about him but 1. Spoilers and 2. I don't think you want to read that much”

“OKAY SO. OH MY GOD.

First person we're able to properly romance in game. AND FOR GOOD REASON. He's had MCs back from the beginning, hes the one real one in the game. He's always trying to protect us and its so nice. Puppy boy. He's so me as well??? Like he's such a doting boyfriend it's literally so cute. When MC had to go back up to Earth, he kept breaking the rotating schedule in order to call us more. He always gets MC gifts (avatar of greed love language being gift giving im gonna collapse) and he just drops the most romantic lines out of nowhere??? Like sir are you trying to give me a heart attack. He's the secretly traumatized comic relief. He has ADHD. He's canonically queer (MC doesnt have a set gender). He even likes Head pats. Vote Mammon.”

“HE'S SO PATHETIC AND CRINGEFAIL. I LOVE HIM”

Jaehee propaganda:

“only female love interest in MM, not included in the first round for SOME REASON, you literally go off and live your coffee shop au with her at the end of her route.”

“My lesbian wife. Open a bakery with her after convincing her that she doesn't have to give up her happiness to make money. She can pursue her passions. Also her backstory is so sad and I just wanna hug and kiss her and throw hands at her "family" for making her feel like she does. Also the Valentine's dlc, you get locked in the back of the bakery with her and... Yeah that's my wife. I love her dearly. Also can we just acknowledge that she's like the only path that involves almost none of the dramatic death defying nonsense. You're just gay and in love and it's beautiful”

#mammon #mammon obey me #obey me #obey me shall we date #jaehee kang #mystic messenger #mysme #Round 3 #MDDC 2

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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home - hawks x reader (6.7k)

you miss him when he's not here.

cw: not sfw. reader is afab but no gendered language is used. chubby reader, insecurities mentioned. established relationship. possessive hawks. blood, injury (mild). cunnilingus, scratching, biting, multiple orgasms.

this was a commissioned work.

There are drawbacks to being a Pro Hero’s partner.

Oh, there are some positives, too - the nice things that you get sent, sometimes, in the hopes that you’ll post them on social media and the business in question will get some extra footfall from being papped on the significant other of the more popular Pro Heroes (putting aside the occasional frustration of paparazzi always tailing you, the free clothes and free tech and free gear and free meals are very nice). The fact that Keigo has a sizable fortune that he mainly uses to make sure that you and he have the best life he can provide. The swell of pride that rises in your chest when you think about him, and all of the lives he has saved, all of the people who are grateful for him.

The sunshine in Keigo’s face, too, when a small child tells him how much they look up to him - how they want to be just like him. The money that is funneled back by Keigo into charitable institutions for children. The fact that you’re doing a small part of good in the world despite your reasonably useless quirk (making flowers bloom at a touch is only useful when the flowers are not yet in season, after all - it’s a quirk that you can use maybe three months out of the year, and you’ve noticed flowers don’t seem to last any longer just because you’ve grazed them with your fingertips) by making Keigo happy, the way he deserves to be.

But there are plenty of negatives.

Those same paparazzi who sell photographs of you and Keigo to gossip magazines and comment on your appearance, your hair if it’s messy, your figure that you’re already not all that confident in. The online gossip-mongers who spend their time bemoaning how much of a better fit they’d be for a man like Keigo, if he’d just stop ‘pitying’ you enough to date you.

The nights you spend stroking Keigo’s hair as he buries his head in your neck and all of the ugliest parts of his job fall out of his mouth; the fear of being a pawn for the HPSC for the rest of his life, the things he’s asked to do that remain secret except in whispered gasps into your ear, his hands clinging to you so tightly you think about talons puncturing your skin. The long, long nights when he’s out doing hero work and you fear that he may never come back to you. The way time stretches interminably on when he says he’ll be gone for a little while and you don’t know if it will be days or weeks or months.

You wouldn’t trade anything for him. Keigo makes you feel seen and beautiful and loved and cherished in a way no other person could ever compare to. You get butterflies when he smiles at you. You cannot imagine a life in which you did not find each other, somehow.

But tonight, your bed in Keigo’s penthouse (big glass windows, so he can feel like he’s flying - a huge bed, with room for his wings) is empty and cold. You wear a too-big ‘Hawks’s Baby Bird’ nightshirt that falls down to your knees, a gag gift from one of your friends who is a member of your boyfriend’s fan club. The little cartoon depiction of him is not enough to make you feel as though he is there with you.

Tonight feels like one of those nights that might last forever.

You roll over in the bed uncomfortably, legs tangling in cool sheets that you wish were warmed by your partner. The space seems to stretch on for an eternity without Keigo’s wings there for you to good-naturedly grouse about as he laughs and pulls you in even closer.

You think not hearing anything might be the worst.

You know what he does is important, you know that he doesn’t always tell you where he’s going because he’s worried about you - you know that being shrouded in secrecy is better for both of you. But not knowing where he is or who he’s with or what he’s doing makes all kinds of worrying scenarios play out in your head as you wonder if you’ll ever see him again, or if the last time you kissed him on the cheek and told him to be careful (and he looked at you with all of the love in the world lighting his gold eyes, his gaze saying far more than his easy laugh and his promise he would come back) would be the last time.

Ugh. You flop onto your back and stare up at the ceiling.

Maybe you should try making yourself a hot drink; distract yourself from the thoughts swirling around your mind and the loneliness that’s eating at your edges. That sounds nice. You swing your legs over the side of the comically oversized mattress, the soft hem of your nightshirt riding high on your thighs - and then you hear a familiar sound, and your heart feels like it swells to double its size in your chest.

You quickly walk from the bedroom into the lounge, following the sound of beating wings and displaced air and something clinking against glass. There, on the balcony outside, stands Keigo - still in his hero costume, red wings in the process of being tucked behind him, keys tinkling in his hand.

Through the window, he catches sight of you - and his smile is so wide it could split his face in two, eyes crinkling at the edges. He fumbles even quicker with the keys, eager to get inside and back to you - and you walk across the room, your feet warm on the cold tiled floor, to meet him.

Up close, you can see that the night has not been kind to him.

Despite the smile that lights up his eyes and transforms his face, there are grazes all over his face; a rip in his hero costume at the sleeve, where he’s bleeding a little. His wings seem fine, but high on the left wing the feathers are bent out of shape and uneven as if he narrowly avoided trapping it somewhere. Your stomach drops somewhere in the region of your feet - and then, Keigo is through the window and it’s clinking closed behind him and you are embraced by all of him, all red feathers and fur jacket and arms wrapping so tightly around you that you can barely breathe.

“Keigo,” your voice comes out in a choked squeak. “Keigo, you’re hurt--!”

“I’m so glad to see you,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, his normally light tone heavy with emotion. “I missed you so so much. I . . . I thought I might not see you ever again--”

His gloved hands cling to your generous hips, squishing into the soft flesh there, dragging you against him. He noses against your neck, breathing in your scent, as if he’s trying to reassure himself that you’re real and true and there.

“Let me look at your injuries--” You try to say, but Keigo instead pulls you into a searing kiss that makes your knees feel weak. Despite his relatively small stature - compared to most other Pros, anyway - he trains long and hard, and he pulls you into him as if you weigh nothing at all, the softness of your curves and pudge not presenting the smallest of problems. His mouth is hot and beseeching against yours; this is a kiss that says ‘I am alive, and I thought I wouldn’t be’. Fear is still rolling hot through your stomach, but it’s hard not to melt into him when he knows every spot of your mouth and every nerve of your lips as well as he knows his own. His teeth nip needily at your lower lip and you open your mouth for him - let his tongue mark you out as his, sliding across that spot behind your front teeth that makes you full-body shiver in his arms.

It doesn’t seem to matter to him that the two of you are in full view of the windows (not that any paparazzi would be fool enough to try and photograph from here, after the last time) - all that matters is that the two of you are entwined, that Keigo is there and you are there. His hands slide down your hips to knead at the soft globes of your ass, a motion that’s meant to be teasing but instead simply feels desperate.

You break apart from him with a gasp, your heart beating frantically against your ribcage.

“Keigo,” you say, hoping you sound more sure of yourself than you feel. “I need to clean your w-wounds.”

He looks at you all half-lidded and wanting, his mouth swollen from the kiss - actually, you don’t think his gaze has strayed from you once since he first laid eyes on you.

“I needed to kiss you,” he says to you, and he cracks a small smile that doesn’t quite mask the wildness in his eyes. “I needed to remember exactly what you were like. Remind myself you were mine, birdie.”

“The kiss could have waited,” you say, exhaling in a way that’s part laugh and part exhaustion. “You’re hurt.”

One gloved hand raises to your face; his thumb strokes over your cheek. The smile on his face is so sad and so wanting that it makes you ache.

“I could never wait to kiss you,” he says. “Not a second longer than I have to.”

You tug gently on his sleeve; there’s dirt all over the tan fabric. You wonder what happened to him on this mission, but you don’t ask - Keigo never wants you to have to worry about things. He keeps you as safe as he can - makes sure you can work from home, insists that if he can’t go shopping with you groceries are delivered . . . on another person, it might be suffocating. But on Keigo . . .

He hasn’t told you much about his life pre-Wing Hero: Hawks. Still, he has told you more than almost anybody else in the whole world knows, and you understand why he clings to the vestiges of a home he’s managed to build around himself. It’s hard not to be flattered that he considers you home - and you, in return, feel exactly the same way about him.

“Come on,” you say to him, a little more forcefully this time, and you give him a gentle smile so he doesn’t feel like he’s worrying you too much. “Let me clean these scratches and get your uniform off, and I promise you can kiss me as much as you like for as long as you like.”

He lets out a soft laugh but lets himself be tugged across the room anyway.

“My uniform off?” He asks, lightly teasing, the edge of desperation slowly ebbing away now that he is with you and knows you are safe. “Why, birdie, you’ve only gotta ask! Little forward, but I’m not gonna complain--”

You roll your eyes at him, but laugh all the same, as the two of you enter the kitchen and you bully him lovingly into taking a seat on one of the stools by the long breakfast bar. You reach up onto your toes to reach the first-aid kit kept in one of the high kitchen cupboards, feeling the hem of your shirt rise up to reveal the thin red satin underwear you wore to bed--

“Are those Hawks brand, too?” Keigo asks. You can’t see him, but you can just imagine the shit-eating grin that’s painted itself over his face. “Look, I know you want me to stay still whilst you tend lovingly to me, but you’re making this really difficult--”

“Shh,” you tell him, turning around with the little metal tin tucked beneath your arm. “You’re just trying to get out of the antiseptic swabbing, aren’t you?”

It takes you by surprise how quickly he’s shed his garments. You suppose that speed is his greatest asset, but still - you’d heard only a little rustling, and yet Keigo is suddenly sat behind you totally shirtless with his uniform discarded on the stool beside him. You can see almost all of him; the lean muscles of his pectorals, dotted with old scars - the corded forearms, the surprisingly strong hands . . .

You’re grateful to see that the wounds and scratches are only surface-level. They’ll need cleaning and bandaging up a little, but that’s all - he’s not at risk of any infections, doesn’t need to go see any healers or hospital workers. You’re glad - you don’t want him to be out of your sight for any longer than he has to be now that you finally have him back for a while.

You cough as you rifle through the medical kit for anti-bacterial wipes, feeling your face heat up at his proximity and his nakedness. Keigo laughs softly, angling his body closer to you.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” he says to you, his voice low and soft. “C’mon. See something you like?”

“Could you stop flirting for one second?” You ask him, as you wipe over one of the nasty grazes on his arm - you don’t think you could look into those golden eyes right now without falling into them like molten pools. “I need to get this cleaned up.”

“You’d be flirting if the prettiest thing in the whole world was touching your naked body,” Keigo says to you, reasonably; and he laughs again when you fumble with the bandage you’re trying to affix to the spot in question. “C’mon. You’re even wearing my merch! How’m I supposed to just sit here and let you look after me when I’m thinking about pinning you to the breakfast bar and having my wicked way with you, huh?”

“Have your wicked way with me when I’m done,” you tell him, and now you have no choice but to turn your hand to the grazes on his cheek - and looking at Keigo’s pretty face takes your breath away in the same way it always does. His eyes are liquid gold, burning you as you gently wipe the blood from his sharp cheekbones. At the touch of your fingers on his face, he takes a sharp intake of breath - and one strong hand lands on the outside of your thigh, thumb pressing softly into the skin there. Your own breath stutters in your chest.

There’s a bloom of heat low in your core, to be looked at like that. Possession and adoration and hunger all mixed up in his gaze, your own body screaming at you that Keigo wants you and you want him and everything else should be thrown to the wayside in pursuit of the pleasure the two of you are clearly longing for.

He breathes out after a moment that feels like it lasts a week, and his voice has dropped a semitone into something rich and low and starving hungry.

“You’re nearly done now, right?” He asks, swallowing, the bob in his throat visible. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stop myself.”

You do not break eye contact as you drop the gauze, as you close the lid of the first-aid kit.

“I’d think a Pro Hero would have more control,” you say to him breathily. “Stop yourself from doing what, exactly?”

He smiles up at you with a wickedness that makes you weak at the knees, and you feel all of your concern about his grazes and bruises and the feathers that have been bent and ruffled in his wings melt away in favour of the persistent pounding in your core.

He moves lightning-fast; utterly deserving of all of his accolades, and before you know it you’re pressed against the breakfast bar, your ass pressed flush against the rim of the surface, and Keigo has dropped down onto his knees.

“Stop myself from eating you all up, birdie,” he says, with a grin bright and hungry, as he presses his nose softly against the plumpness of your thighs. “You’re looking delicious, and I’m starving after being away for so long. Won’t you let a guy have a taste?”

You gasp as he moves his face; as his nose nudges at your mound through the Hawks branded underwear. He breathes in deeply, savouring the scent of you on the air.

“I can tell you want it too,” he teases you. “I can smell you from here. That’s how I know how delicious you’re going to be.”

“Keigo,” you breathe out lightly, but there is no complaint in your tone. Your boyfriend takes this the way it is; your consent for him to do whatever he wants to you, and his smile is knife-sharp in the darkness as his fingers hook into the elastic of the underwear and slowly begin to edge them down your legs.

“Spread for me, angel,” Keigo murmurs, dropping a kiss just above your knee, peppering the skin he can currently get to with more feather soft touches of his lips. “Show me how much you want it. Let me see you; I’ve missed you. Feels like a century when I don’t see you for a day.”

You fall over yourself to please him. You’ve missed him just as much; too deeply for you to care if you seem desperate, when you spread your legs further and let him see the wet mess between your legs. Keigo’s eyes go half-lidded and wanting as he trails the pad of one of his fingers up your thigh to dip between the lips of your sex and into your slick.

“Look at you, pretty birdie,” he says, low and awestruck. “This is all for me? Aren’t I the lucky one? Aren’t you just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen?”

Your face heats up at the compliments; Keigo is never shy about giving them, of course, but when the position is so intimate and he looks so fascinated it’s hard not to feel woozy with the want that drips off every syllable. Keigo moves his face closer; kisses at the plump spill of your very inner thighs, where they’re damp with your own arousal. Teeth bite into the flesh gently, nipping at you until you gasp.

“Y-you were being serious about eating me up, then?” You ask, a huff of laughter on your lips, as Keigo shifts his attentions to the other thigh, sucking love bites into the soft flesh.

“Just making sure you know you’re mine,” he says, breathless. “Marking you up so you know who you belong to. After I’ve eaten you up, I’ll get on to eatin’ you out--”

He kisses over your sex this time; his breath fanning hot against your most sensitive parts. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to cling to the rim of the breakfast bar to stop yourself from just falling onto him completely. You feel a couple of well-placed breaths away from collapsing onto the floor.

“Is that a . . . a promise?” You ask him, and Keigo chuckles and the vibrations seem to travel from between your legs and right up your spine.

“For you?” He murmurs, and his tongue darts out - laps up your cunt from perineum to clit, and you swear you see stars. “Of course it is.”

Once Keigo has had a taste of you, there’s nothing you can do. You know it from past experience sprawled out on the bed beneath him as he works you over until you’re putty in his hands - when he wants someone, when he wants something, when something is his and it’s his responsibility . . . he will not rest until he’s wrung several orgasms out of you and you can barely move. The kitchen is a brand new development for this kind of thing, but Keigo is more than a little possessive and when you’ve murmured in the heat of the moment about christening every surface in his apartment it’s always gotten him going--

So it’s all you can do, really, to let him eat you out like he’s a man starved and he’s having his final meal before his untimely end.

To let your fingers curl around the rim and to give yourself into Keigo’s mouth as it hotly works you over; his tongue dragging through your folds as if he’s trying to drink you in. Your own mouth falls open as your breath escapes you in little surprised gasps; it seems that for every slow lap of his tongue, he manages to do some kind of swirling trick of athletics that makes you feel like you’re melting into a pleasured mess.

In between the licks and the sucks, he turns his attention back to the soft fullness of your thighs; drops little growling interludes of;

‘Mine’. ‘So beautiful’. ‘So good’. ‘You’re mine’. ‘Mine, mine, mine’.

Kisses and bites and licks and mumbles, the soft abrasive scratch of his scruff making you dizzy and light-headed as you feel all of the pleasure that he brings you work itself into tight knots in your stomach. Sometimes he bites just a little too hard, as if he wants to ensure that the mark takes - and though on another partner, you might push him away, with Keigo it’s hard to not just let your lashes flutter and a soft moan escape at the thought of just how much he wants you to be his.

There’s something to be said about having the mark of ownership of a man like Keigo upon your skin.

He rubs his cheeks against your thighs, uncaring of how your slick is fair dripping from your sex; covering himself in your scent the same way he tries to cover you in his own. You’ve heard him complain when you switch shower gels or perfumes or shampoos; you know he can’t get enough of the natural scent of you. He never cares about cuddling up to you when you feel sweaty or gross - in fact, a couple of times, you’ve thought that it really gets him going--

It’s getting much harder to think the longer Keigo uses his mouth on you.

It’s hard to think of anything other than the sensation of his tongue, the prickling pleasant heat that’s running through your veins, the groans of pleasure that he keeps putting forth with every new lap and suck and kiss of your clit. Your fingers twitch, your thighs shaking wildly, as you hover on the precipice of your orgasm.

“That’s right, beautiful,” he murmurs softly. “Come on. Come for me.”

There’s no question of doing anything but.

Your entire body goes taut all over, like a string waiting to be plucked - and then snaps, as your orgasm washes over you in fierce waves, making your body tingle like fireworks are being set off beneath your skin. You don’t try to muffle your noises - Keigo had coached that out of you with kisses and begging and telling you how much he loves hearing you - so soft whimpers and moans come issuing forth from your mouth, bouncing against the kitchen walls. Keigo makes his own noise in response; a coaxing kind of reassurance that you can let yourself go with him, you’re safe. His mouth is still pressed against your sex, though, his tongue still drinking in the slick you’re pumping out with every clench and pulse of your release.

He stays there even as the orgasm slowly subsides and feeling returns to your extremities. You’re sensitive, your thighs shaking - and Keigo chuckles, pulling back and looking up at you with his eyes all blown with adoration.

“I’ve missed the way you taste,” he tells you, tone teasing. “I’ve missed the way you sound, too. I’ve missed . . . all of that.”

“I’ve missed you more,” you say to him breathlessly. “A-are you going to let me repay the favour?”

Keigo laughs again, and the sound makes happiness bloom in your chest.

“No,” he says, sounding very sure of himself. “I’m not done with you yet, birdie. I need to make sure that every perfect inch of you remembers me; I need to make sure that you’re always with me, that you’re imprinted onto every part of me, that you know just how much I love you and I need you and that I can remember every part of you with my eyes closed--”

Your cheeks are hot at this profession of adoration. It’s not that Keigo is shy about these things - he said ‘I love you’ before you did - but . . . he’s not always prone to these big, grand gestures. He holds your hands and pulls you close and keeps you next to him, plays with your hair and remembers your favourites and checks in on you to make sure everything is alright as often as he can. Love story confessions are not his style--

And that’s how you know that he means every single syllable.��

“Th-that’s not fair,” you say weakly, as Keigo takes your hand and tugs you through the apartment instead, a mirror of you taking him into the kitchen to clean his wounds. “I want to do all that for you too--!”

“Ah, but you didn’t get to saying it before me, did you?” He shoots you a broad grin, pulling you into the bedroom. The sheets on your huge bed are still rumpled; he raises one eyebrow. “Not sleep well without me, birdie?”

“You know I never do,” you whisper, and his face goes impossibly soft. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his nose against your own so that the two of you are staring directly into one another’s eyes.

“I love you,” he says, plain and simple. His hands go to touch your hips, to slide up to your waist and to your chest, his touch reverent like a sculptor and his masterpiece. “I love everything about you. If it were up to me, I’d spend every waking minute with you - I’d never let you leave our bed. We’d have everything we need. I . . .” He swallows. “I want to be with you forever.”

“I want to be with you forever, too,” you breathe out - you bring your hand up to stroke over his shoulders, to delicately curve over the musculature in his back to where his wings stand proudly out. He lets out a soft noise of pleasure at the soft touch of your fingers on the downy feathers at the base, his cheeks going pink.

“Then let me take care of you,” Keigo murmurs, softly. “Let me come inside of you so many times you don’t remember what it feels like to have anything inside of you but me.” He takes a shuddering breath - and despite your earlier orgasm, your breath catches and your pulse beats between your thighs as if it’s agreeing that he can do whatever he wants with you. “Please.”

“Keigo--”

“Say I can, birdie.”

His touch gets desperate. His thumbs dig into the soft meat of your waist, the plump pudge there. You make the mistake of flickering your eyes away from his gaze, to between you and below your eye line, to see the way that his cock is tenting the front of his pants in need. You think about Keigo’s cock - about how it feels inside of you, about how perfectly it fills you up, about the sensation of having him come inside and keep going, keep pumping himself into you--

“Keigo,” you breathe, eyes flicking back up to him. “Of course you can.”

As much as you want to get on your knees for him and bring him the same pleasure he’s already brought you today, you can tell that this means a lot to Keigo - and so you’re not surprised when he groans out loud and pulls you back into a fierce kiss. Your lips are nibbled on, your tongue danced with, your entire body dragged into a kiss that Keigo puts every muscle into - until he pulls back, breathless.

“Can we get this off you now?” He asks, tugging at your nightshirt. “Kind of weird to be looking at myself right now, even if I do look very cute as a cartoon--”

You laugh as you pull the dark red cotton over your head. You have a brief moment of doubt - that same flash that comes across you every time you fully disrobe in front of Keigo, a voice in your head saying that you’re not good enough or pretty enough for him - but it’s a doubt that Keigo quickly dispels as he pushes you back onto the bed and begins to pepper every inch of your newly exposed skin with bites and kisses.

“I love these,” he murmurs, palming at your chest with rough calloused hands, plucking your nipples between thumb and forefinger until they stand to stiff attention. “They’re so pretty.” A pinch, and you whine, back arching. “And so sensitive--!”

His tongue follows the path of his fingers, swirling around the nipple and sucking on it with a soft pop until you’re whining even louder, spreading your thighs apart for him in a silent plea to get on with it.

“You’re being needy,” he tells you, with a bite to the swell of your breast that you can tell will leave a bruise. “And I love it. Ask me nicely, pretty birdie--”

“Please fuck me, Keigo,” you say, breathless with need and want and the dizzying desire to have him inside of you. “Please, I want you inside of me--”

He kisses you fiercely again; fabric is displaced lower down his body as he works his trousers off without for a moment breaking the contact of your two lips. His cock slaps against the roundness of your tummy, leaving wet precome in a smear over your navel - hard and long, stiff and aching to find anchor in your port.

“You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Spread wider, angel, alright?”

You obey him, spreading your thighs so wide that it’s almost painful.

The two of you have had to experiment with positions many times - Keigo’s wings provide an interesting challenge for ensuring that both of you are comfortable. Even now, in this simplest of positions, his wings make a canopy over you and give a soft red-warm glow to everything beneath them. Keigo smiles at you so softly that it feels like melting, and then his cock is nudging the lips of your sex apart and slowly slowly slowly sinking inside of you.

It’s gratifying, to finally be full. His tongue felt good, but there’s a kind of intimacy in this that it can’t replicate - a feeling that the two of you are melding together, hearts beating as one. Keigo’s eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping his pretty mouth.

“You have no idea how you feel,” he chokes out. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you--”

“You feel like home,” you say to Keigo, and he whines and sheathes himself fully inside of you.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you up so you’re not just laid directly on the bed. His nails - fingers a little sharp, like talons - rake down your back, scratching into you, as he gets used to feel of you hot and tight and wet around him. The two of you are both panting, your own arms wrapping around his neck so you’re as close to him as you can possibly be.

He crashes his lips against yours at the same time as he begins to move his hips in hungry little circles. He isn’t yet fucking in and out of you in wild abandon, but this is still overwhelming after being without him for a few nights and forgetting all of the places inside of you that are stoked like a brand new fire by his cock, stretching you out. You move your hips against him in tiny increments, his abdomen rubbing against your swollen clit in a way that sends pleasant little frissons of electricity up and down your spine.

The electric mixes with the scratches of Keigo’s hands, an overwhelming symphony of sensation that is at once too much and not enough. You lose track of time - you lose track of anything but the feel of Keigo inside of you, the pleasure of being stretched and fucked and taken and knowing you are loved.

His lips against yours, his words against your ear with whispers of how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how good you are for him. Your own words, coming out slurred and breathless as you both chase your orgasms, wanting to crest that hill together.

“Keigo,” you’re whimpering. “Keigo, Keigo, Keigo.” Chants of his name spilling out of your lips like prayer beads, prayers that he drinks up with his kisses and his own soft entreaties of your name.

“I’m going to--”

“I want you to--”

“Fill me up, please--”

“Fuck--”

You both lose track of who is actually the one speaking; the words come out in a spill that’s mirrored by the twitch of your thighs and the coil of heat in your stomach. Your orgasm hits you like a train, and your fingers curl into Keigo’s short hair at the same time as he digs his teeth into the soft place where your neck meets your shoulders and his cock pulses inside of you, spilling his seed into your sex, marking you out as his. Your own release gushes over his cock, your cunt clenching around him as you pant and whimper. You’re light-headed and dizzy as you chase your aftershocks, gyrating your hips on his softening cock to eke out every last drop of pleasure you can. Keigo’s hands stay on you, sliding to the small of your back, encouraging you as he sucks and kisses on the bitemarks and lets his own pants fill the air.

The comfortable silence that follows your releases lasts only a moment.

He’s come inside of you once, and your body feels full and satiated with your own orgasm, but that’s not enough for Keigo. Even as he pulls out, his cock is already hardening again, a soft groan falling from his mouth as it slaps against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

“Tell me I can fuck you again,” he murmurs. “I want you to be full of me, birdie. I want you to be dripping with my come for weeks. I need t’fill you up so bad--”

You manage to screw up all of your left-over energy - not that there was much of it - to roll over, gathering yourself up on your hands and knees, spreading your legs further apart and balancing yourself on your elbows. It’s a position the two of you have used often, made all the more comfortable by Keigo’s expensive bed. It means that you don’t have to do much more work than stay there and thrust your hips back into him - and, crucially, it means that Keigo gets so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him in your stomach.

“Yes,” Keigo breathes, already gathering himself up onto his knees. He drops kisses onto the places on your shoulder blades and spine he scratched earlier, soft feather-light whispers of how much he adores you. “Fuck, angel--”

He fits inside of you like a glove; your earlier exertions making him slide inside of you so easily you barely feel the stretch. Your fingers clench into the sheets as you moan out a prayer that sounds like his name, as Keigo continues to drop wet messy kisses all over you. He’s rambling now, about how beautiful you look like this and how good you feel.

“I should fuck you on every surface in the house,” he whispers, as he begins to work his hips back and forth, sliding easily into a rhythm. “I should christen every single one of them, so it feels like home--”

“Okay,” you breathe in return, moving your hips as much as you can. You’re going to come again, you realise, embarrassingly quickly. He just feels so deep inside of you - like there is no end to where he starts or you begin, like there’s nothing in the universe but the two of you and the places you’re joined. One of his hands slaps over yours, holding it as best he can in the position you’re in.

“I need to fill you up,” he’s panting. “I need you . . . need you to be mine, need you to know how much I love you, need you need you need you--”

“I need you,” you reply, in a whimper that feels like a sob as he adjusts his hips just so and oh, the spots he hits inside of you with every thrust . . . You feel born anew again; like this is the first time Keigo has fucked you and you’re as sensitive as a virgin. You squeeze your eyes closed. “I need you more-- please fill me up, I want to be yours, please please please--”

“Say my name,” Keigo begs into your ear, the words broken up with pants. “Say you love me.”

“K-Keigo--!” Your voice pitches as your orgasm clenches all up inside of you. You feel yourself tighten around him. The feeling of him inside of you, the wet glide of his cock, the sting of the bites and scratches from your earlier extremely enthusiastic love-making, all converging together until you can do nothing but let the white hot feeling take you over completely. “I l-love you--”

A moaning whimpering groan of your name, and the two of you are coming together. Keigo’s cock is twitching inside of you, spilling more thick ropes of his come as deep into you as he can to join his earlier load. You moan as you feel it trickle down your thighs, as he fucks it in deeper chasing the aftershocks of his orgasm and your body collapses into a jelly-like mass of nothing but feeling. Keigo lets you collapse and follows you down, breathless laughs turning into moans as you lie there for a few moments sweating and panting in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

It takes a little while for the two of you to disentangle yourself fully; for Keigo’s cock to pop out of you (followed by a little rush of your mixed fluids), for him to drag your sweat-soaked body against him without caring for how you must be messing up the sheets.

“I love you too,” he says, a belated reply to your call as you’d come. Your face goes hot at the reminder.

You curl up against his chest shyly, cheek pressed to his beating heart. Your fingers come up to trace patterns over his skin, and he makes a noise low in his throat almost like a chirp, pleasure at your touch melding with the pleasure of what has transpired between you both. He’s always a little more bird-like in this state; relaxed and sated and happy.

A phone rings somewhere in the distance, and he groans. Eyes fluttering shut.

“It’s in my pocket,” he mumbles in annoyance. “It’ll be the Commission.”

You make a soft noise of displeasure at the Hero Commission already wanting to monopolise his time when it feels like he’s been home for an hour or two at most.

“I’d hoped we’d have a bit longer this time,” you say, and you hope that you don’t sound petulant. You don’t want to resent Keigo’s job! You know he’s one of the top heroes for a reason! But curled up in bed, it’s hard to reconcile Wing Hero: Hawks and Keigo, your boyfriend, your lover, your home. You want longer with him. You want to keep him for yourself.

His mouth twists. Resolutely, he wraps his arms back around you.

“We will,” he says, as he continues to ignore the ringing. “We’ll have more time. They can wait a day. I still have more things I want to do to you.”

“Unfair,” you say, hiding your smile in his chest. “It’s my turn to do things to you.”

He laughs and presses a kiss on the top of your head. The scratches and bruises and bites from your earlier exertions sting pleasantly; a reminder of home, a reminder of Keigo, a reminder of belonging.

“Okay,” he says, with a faux sigh. “It’ll be a challenge, but I’ll take one for the team. I guess you can do things to me next time.”

Both of you laugh and snuggle in closer to one another.

The bed feels so much more right with Keigo in it beside you.

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Scarf: Dick Grayson x reader

Christmas bingo day 10 : scarf

***

She was always in a hurry.

One place one second and the other a second later.

Rushing through her to do list and tasks without a moment to calm down and take a breath, with a heart of gold and hands always willing to help, no matter if it was a stranger or a friend.

A very busy and a very needed girl with a mission.

Just like it goes in a classic song: like a wind.

And Christmas time was always the busiest.

There were so many people who needed support and sometimes as little and as much as some time spend with them and someone to talk to.

So obviously Y/N volunteered for some work at animal shelter (much to Damian’s hidden joy when she took him with her one day), joined a preparation for food and gift packages for the poorest families and self- made some soft toys for kids at the orphanage.

However, her conscience and sensitivity never seemed to rest.

No matter how many people smiled and felt better because of her, she always had this sense of “not-enoughness”. How could she possibly smile, how could she possibly rest and enjoy the Christmas time when there might be someone, a kid or an animal who was hungry or cold or-

“Y/N.”

“Hmm-?” she raised her gaze from the desk, which she accidentally fell asleep on just for a moment. This was not planned, but apparently her tired and stressed organism knew better what it needed. “Yeah? What is it Dick?”

“What are you doing, babe?” he crouched next to her, looking into her sleepy eyes and cupping her reddened cheek with love and affection but also with growing concern.

“At the moment I’m-“ she started but was almost immediately cut off.

“Not at the moment love. Generally.”

“Generally?” she frowned, sleepiness going away in an instant as she couldn’t understand the words coming out of Dick’s mouth “what do you mean?”

“You can’t possibly save everyone sunshine.”

“I know.” She looked down as if he said something hurtful, even if it was simple truth.

“You’re already doing so much love….”

“But what if-?”

“Hush baby.” He put a finger on her lips cutting her off “Enough. You’re going to get a proper sleep. In a bed. Preferably next to me.”

“But-“

“It’s not a question, Y/n. You’re going to let me take care of you now. Because you need it. Because you deserve it. And most of all – because I said so, cause I can’t let my girlfriend overwork herself.”

“But Dick!”

“Don’t Dick me, princess.” He picked her up from behind the desk and carried her to the bedroom without any problems due to the fact that instinctively she leaned into him, letting him spoil her a bit. Just for some time. Just for some time everything was good. She was safe and the world was a perfect place with no problems and troubles and suffering people as she was falling asleep in his loving, warm embrace.

***

For next few days Dick was her shadow, following her to every place and shelter and orphanage in the city, helping, carrying bags and doing pretty much everything to be at least a bit useful.

And, since he got tons of friends, titans and other superheroes, suddenly there were so many people to help that at some point it was hard to actually find something to do for them. Dick was beaming that he was doing something good for the community, sure, after all he was nearly as much of a goody two-shoes as his girlfriend.

But there was a little bit of selfishness in his actions, even if he would never say it out loud.

The way she was smiling.

No, cut that, she was beaming having so many helpers to coordinate and make Christmas miracle happen. Her eyes, her face even the roots of hair seemed to just radiate positive energy. And dick was just standing in a spot with his feet rooted to the ground watching her. His perfectly perfect, quicksilver, idealistic girlfriend.

“Penny for your thoughts?” a pair of arms wrapped around his waist unexpectedly.

“I love you.” He muttered, kissing her forehead. And her nose. And her cheek. “god, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“Absolutely no idea. Should I apologise?” she teased “I didn’t do it on purpose I swear.”

“damn it, Y/n. You can do nothing wrong in my eyes, baby. You’re an angel.”

“Don’t know about that, but-“

“But I guess even an angel needs someone to look after her” he smiled brushing hair from her forehead “And I’m more than honored to take that position.”

“what position?” she frowned

“person to take care of you when you forgot about yourself” Dick fixed her coat and wrapped the scarf tighter around her making sure she was not cold “person to hold you and love you and keep you safe when you’re too busy watching over your wards” he caressed her cheek “I want to do this for the rest of my life if you’ll let me.” He whispered leaning forward and looking into her eyes “Y/N… my love… I couldn’t live without you. I – I want to ask you to - ” he stuttered, a bit scared to ask the obvious question.

“Is that your Christmas wish?” she whispered getting his intention even without words.

He nodded, his throat clenched because of all the emotions – and possibly because Wally was staring at him from the distance, like he just grew a pair of antlers or a tail. Please, god, please, make her say yes….

“I do.” She muttered leaning to give him a simple peck on the lips. “Yes, Dick. Yes.”

It was official.

He was the luckiest man on earth.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n #nightwing fluff #dick grayson fluff #christmas bingo

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Can you do another sunshine X grumpy trope but the reader is the sunshine and Klaus is the grumpy one? I read your other one and thought it was awesome!!

Your soul is golden

It was unbelievably amusing watching Klaus be dragged around by someone who closely replicated a ball of sunshine.

She was always with him, skipping about while holding his hand and bringing him wherever she went

“come on Nik, there's an icecream shop down the street“ she would cheer while pulling a groaning Klaus out of the abattoir while his siblings hid their smirks and Marcel snickers in the corner.

Klaus would claim he found it annoying from time to time but everyone knew how he loved it. Having someone to bright always loving him no matter what. Someone to turn his horrible day into something fun and worth while.

“Love it’s not been a great day, just go away and come back tomorrow” he grumbled with his face in his pillow

“We don’t have to go out…we can just stay here” she compromised and lead down next to him, running her fingers through his soft hair. She worried for him often, his smile was so rarely on his face and she had never gotten him to properly laugh. His eyes held such sadness, hopelessness and anger. Of course when she looked deeper she could find those rays of happiness, love and his dreams but they were so buried by his fears and vengeance.

She spent most of her time trying to lure and coax who he once was forward. Not that she didn't love him the way he was, she adored him and the way his lips pouted as she frowned. How his eyes would roll whenever someone said something a little too joyful for his liking, when he would growl in annoyance and his eyes would glow golden.

She loved his eyes, blue to gold and back again. How they would become darker when lustful and lighter when she entered the room.

Often he was shameful of his hybrid face. She was so sweet and bubbly, she didn't deserve the monster he was known to be. But then she would have his face in her hands and he couldn't help but lean into her touch. She would give him such a gentle smile

“Nik, your soul is golden, your eyes prove that to me.“ she would tell him as many times as he needed to hear it because she meant it and he slowly began to believe it.

And so seeing him so down once again was disheartening. But she wouldn't let him be alone. He begrudgely turned onto his side to face her, bags hung from his broken eyes. Her thumb stroked over them as she gave him a sad smile

“what happened?“ she whispered

“nothing you should worry about“ he muttered

“I'll always worry for you“ she said with a frown making his heart ache. How he hated when he made her frown, her smile was a gift he knew he never deserved but he had it and it pained him when it left him.

“you mustn't be sad sweetheart, come, we'll go on a walk, aren't you hungry? We can get dinner“ he quickly offered lifting her up and getting off the bed. He was grumpy and moody yes but he never wished that on her. So when she grabbed his hand with watery eyes he felt his heart breaking. Sometimes her light began to burn out, but he would always be their to keep it bright when she needed him to.

His arms circled her gently and held her to him

“I'm sorry“ he whispered and she hid her face in his shirt

“i love you“ she uttered as her hands clutched his sleeve

“i love you too, my little ray of sunshine“ he murmured with a kiss to her head

“what if i didn't shine anymore?“ she asked quietly and he squeezed her lightly

“then i would have to shine for the both of us“ he said pulling back to give her one of those uncommon smiles that instantly brought one to her face

“because your soul is golden“ she whispered and he practically beamed at her

“And if what you say is true then yours is made of the worlds most rarest diamond“ he told her watching her eyes lower to the ground as she blushed. His hand brought her face to his as he pressed his lips to her softly, she smiled into the kiss and her light burned brighter

“Can we still go out for dinner?” She asked and he let out a little laugh

“Of course we can, where would you like to go?” He hummed with his arms now around her waist swaying then both gently

“You pick this time, i chose to get ice cream the other day..i know you don’t really-“

“No love believe me it was the best ice cream i have every experienced, perhaps something just a little more romantic this time?”

“Will we be able to watch the sunset?” She questioned

“I’ll get us a window table” he promised still smiling

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Maybe meant to meet, but not to be

Akaashi x Fem Reader

(I don't own the image)

~Warnings : ANGST, my shitty writing (this is my first time writing please be kind), Breakup (I'm going through one and have no idea how to cope so suffer with me)

~Word count: 1,297.

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-Life was going perfect, or so you believed. Your relationship with your boyfriend was about to hit 2 year mark in a few months and you couldn't be happier.

-You had already started planning about things to do and places to take him, you had been saving for a while from a part time job you did in a nearby shop and had managed to save enough for a nice evening and some books that you wished to gift him.

-But, Life is never that simple is it? Just a month before your 2 year anniversary. Akaashi, your ever doting and loving boyfriend texts that he's coming over in about half an hour.

-You get up and start tidying the place as good as you can. Who in their right mind would give up a chance to spend time with their boyfriend given his hectic schedule that consists of Volleyball practices and school work and dealing with his energetic bestfriend Bokuto.

- As it was a little tradition between both of you to just sit down and decompress and talk about everything and nothing while cuddling.

-Or that's what you thought,

-You were arranging some books on the bookshelves when you heard a knock on the door, giddy with happiness you make your way to the door opening it for your boyfriend who let himself in without a word.

"That's weird" you thought to yourself cause usually your boyfriend greets you with a hug or a kiss on the forehead. You dismiss it thinking it he must be occupied thinking about something.

"Earth to Keiji? you wave a hand in front of your boyfriend's face, "What's got you so occupied love? A penny for your thoughts?" You teased him, nudging his shoulders with yours.

"Nothing Y/N" He seems tensed about something so you ask "Is there something bothering you love?" You ask.

"I need to talk about something, we should sit down" He says, fiddling with his fingers. "Okay Keiji, but what's wrong?" you asked taking a seat beside him on the couch, holding his hands and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. "What's bothering you?" You asked him softly, trying to look into his eyes that were looking everywhere but at your face.

"I can't do this anymore Y/N" you knew, you knew what that meant, what that sentence meant but you couldn't believe it, not one bit. you hoped you heard it wrong. Swallowing the lump in your throat,

"Can't do what Love?" you asked with the most firm voice you could, gripping his hand tightly.

"This, I-I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." you couldn't believe your ears. It was like the world was praying a cruel joke, it was then that his eyes finally met yours, you saw tears, sadness, while yours held disbelief, pain and betrayal. "B-But why?" Your voice came out broken, "Why so suddenly Keiji? Everything was going good, w-we were happy then why?"

You whispered. As if saying it too loud would break you entirely apart, it would make it real. Something you weren't able to digest.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry sunshine. But I can't do it anymore. I don't feel anything. You didn't deserve any of this, I am sorry for doing this to you. But continuing would just cause both of us pain."

"I don't- how? Why?-" You break down, crying. One hand clenching his jacket while the other hand is over your mouth. Biting your palm to muffle your sobs. You just couldn't believe it. Why? How? What went wrong? Were you not good enough? Was it something you did? You thought it was going good, that you you both were happy.

"I'm so sorry for doing it this way, you're deserving of so much more sunshine. I am not the one for you, I don't feel it anymore. I'm sorry"

He replies softly. He turns removes the palm, caressing it with such familiarity that just brought more tears. Wiping your tears. he places your hand on his heart.

It beats calmly, way too calmly for your liking.

And you sob harder. He pulls you into a hug, it pains him to see you like this. The girl that cherished him, understood him and his silence, the girl that loved him, his faults and flaws. It hurts him to be the cause of your pain but some things need to be done. Staying with him would hurt you more. Maybe when you move on, You'll find someone that cherishes you the way you cherished him, who would love you more, more than he ever could, who would choose you everyday cause that's what you deserve. Cause you deserve someone who would give you the world and that is not Keiji. No one knows the amount of time that's passed with him holding you and you crying into his chest.

"I'm sorry sunshine, that it has to be this way. You deserve so much more than what I can give you" He whispered softly looking into your glistening e/c orbs.

You cling to him tightly with no intention of letting him go. "But you're all I want! Please, d-don't do this Keiji. Please" You cried into his shoulder. He pulls away, wiping your tears with his thumbs. "shh sunshine, I didn't want it to be this way. I never wanted to hurt you like this. I hope someday you'll find it in yourself to forgive me"

You cried harder, your voice cracked as you said "You p-promised me forever Keiji!"

He could only muster a small smile, with tears running down both of your cheeks. Foreheads touching "I know, but sometimes forever isn't forever Y/N"

He gets up, You hold his shirt tightly with no intention to let go. "We can sort it please. Please don't go."

He gently removes your fingers, and places one final chaste kiss to your lips. "I'm so sorry Y/N for the pain I've caused but sometimes it's maybe just meant to meet and not to be." just before he leaves, you hold his hand "Just answer me this Keiji." he looks at you and nods "Ask" you take a deep breath, trying to firm up your voice as much as you can "Do you at any point regret us? This relationship?" He looks at you with a small sad smile on this face and shakes his head "Never. If anything I'm happy it happened." his answer leaves you feeling all sorts of things- sadness, a bitter feeling of relief, warm, yet pain and agony. he leaves the through the door and within the span of an hour your whole world collapsed .

- And you're sitting in the living room with the broken pieces of yourself crying and wondering how to even function, cause he didn't just leave alone. He took half of your soul with you.

- You're remembering everything about your relationship-

your fights,

the first time he told you that he loved you,

the time you both walked alongside the sea shore,

the time you both walked in the rain and the sky had a pinkish hue,

the time he helped you through your panic attacks.

the times he held you when you cried,

how he taught you love,

the way he taught you patience

how he stayed up studying with you.

-There is so much that he has done, that's why you called him angel. Your angel that you just lost. And your heart doesn't know what to do or how to deal with it.

-It came as a shock to everyone that knew you. And you're so tired. You have no idea what to do with life anymore or how to start functioning.

- For now, you'd just try to survive through the days, learning how to live without him in your life. You do wish that you can stop crying but how can you? when everything near you always reminds you of him.

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Tbh idk what did I do here. this is my first fic please be a lil nice. English isn't my first language.

Hope whoever is reading this has a good day <333

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu angst #haikyuu #akaashi scenarios #haikyuu akaashi #breakup #akaashi headcanons #boyfriend akaashi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader angst

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pant--eater · 2 months

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what do you think fry's family is like!!! i love him sooo much every time you draw him it's like a gift 🥺🥺🥺

WAUGHGHGHJ these Fry questions make me so happy since he's my Blorbo(TM) <3 Gah I'm itching to talk about him, so ask and you shall deserve!! Also thank you SO much I'm so glad you love my art <33

little sketches related to what I'm about to yap about. ANYWAYS here's wonderwall

So on my old account I used to hc he is Indian-British, whose family hails from Travancore (Kerala nowadays). This was based on what I ASSUMED was canon info since back in January, all Chicken Run wiki articles about him mentioned he's Indian-British. But apparently that's not 100% settled info what his ethnicity is?? And the wikis have been edited since. His VA Nick Mohammed is from a mixed Cypriot/Indo-Trinidadian family though and I spent time reading about Indian-British immigrant history to get Fry's characterization accurate, so imma keep with that hc.

Anyway! I headcanon Marcus is the only child of wealthy businessmen that owned a highly successful trade company. His Vaishya grandparents moved to Britain during the late Victorian era; after all one of the only ways a PoC family could make it back then in Britain was by being filthy rich, and very early on the Fry family had been forced to adopt a "British" way of living in order to be taken seriously by the shitass imperial society. Such as switching to a British surname and avoiding to display too much of their original culture in public. A colonial trauma that still prevails, since Fry's parents christened him with a heavily English name.

I REEEALLY wanna give a try to designing Fry's parents sometime!! But I imagine his parents as sort of a healthier parallel to Melisha's parents; his father is a pristine and calm gentleman with a soothing voice and a love for theatre and literature (a trait that Marcus inherited LMAO) while his mother is more stern, headstrong and very, VERY proud of her status. (but she also has a infectuous smile and laughter and has a bombastic overdramatic streak...something that Fry inherited as well)

They're both native Malayam speakers, and while their family in public strives to keep Keralite culture hidden, they made sure to teach Marcus to speak his native language fluently as well, along with Hindi, Bengali, Tegulu and Tamil. Along with that, they frequently go on family trips to Travancore and enjoy things like inji neer, Kathakali performances (which inspired Fry on his love for theatre <3) and Carnatic music.

Both parents pushed Marcus to study hard and gain multiple academic degrees - it was all out of love and concern, because they wanted Marcus to be able to survive in the cruel world out there without only relying on his money. (Once again, a PoC immigrant family experience that I can identify with as well... even if society nowadays is not nearly as racist as it was back then, unfortunately PoC people are often forced to study waaaay harder than white people in order to make it.) Because they had lived through the years of great depression in the 1930s, and while they managed to survive with most of their wealth intact, they knew that one should not rely only on money for support since anything could happen.

Fry, as a child, was a gifted A+ grade student and a very well-behaved, so his parents called him a little ray of sunshine and a future hope. He yearned to be perfect so his parents would never be disappointed in him. Something that later on contributed MASSIVELY to Fry's gifted child burnout, and how he adopted a sinister, sadistic fascination with mind control and manipulation during his Cambridge years.

Once Marcus came out as trans and genderfluid to his parents, his father was very patient and accepting, but his mother spent several years in denial before finally accepting him. Not directly out of transphobia - but because she was afraid that Marcus would be discriminated, attacked and hurt by people, and that he should focus first on building a career for himself instead of bringing a bad name to the Fry family like this, with an outrageous gender identity. But she soon realized that hiding himself would only hurt her child on the long run. Also - the way Fry managed to fully bribe (cough mind control cough) British officials to switch the gender in his personal info and passport was nothing less than impressive to both of his parents LMFAOOOO and they're very proud

However despite all of this, Fry retains a loving relationship to his parents!! He goes to their mansion every Christmas, and they're also VERY accepting and encouraging to his marriage to Melisha. In fact, his mom was relieved to see Fry had married a very orderly, stern and no-nonsense woman, because Marcus had always been a scatterbrained mess and a reckless money-spender. He made a wonderful scientist, but business-running had never been his thing, so Melisha taking care of all that is like a lottery win to the Fry parents. ESPECIALLY since Melisha came from a poor household - a woman like this, who knows what it's like to live at the rock bottom, surely knows to keep Marcus humble and not let him make flimsy business decisions!! (either way Melisha is still a bit intimidated by Fry's mom, which says a lot considering what kind of a girl Melisha herself is LMFAO)

Pluuuus... the Harsh Expectations(TM) is something that Melisha can relate to </3 It's something that catches her entirely off guard, when she learns this detail about Fry's past. After all, the silly goofy doctor is like an endless ray of sunshine, he's rich and successful. (and we all know what Melisha's mother told her about money bringing happiness...) How could he ever have any worries or feelings of inferiority??

It's a detail that makes (in my hcs) Melisha fall even deeper in love with Fry and become tenfold more protective over him :''') <3 Once she realizes what a horrific burden this goofball is carrying on his back, and yet he still finds the energy every day to stay positive, be optimistic and support Melisha during her hard days.

#ask #chicken run #dr fry #dr marcus fry #frylisha #Myart #my headcanons

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Lost The Breakup

Authors note: This song is inspired by the song from an amazing artist Maisie Peters - Lost The Breakup. It's a fun song, with an amazing meaning that I wanted to put it out to a story. Warnings: Absolute none. It's sad and ends with a happy ending. It may be slighty delulu if i'm being honest Please do not copy the story without permission, you are free to use the song (obviously) but it's my work on the story line.

Enjoy

Got the news just last month, That i am exhausting and you're not in love.

It was like one of those love stories. The one one where you felt like a princess, looking at your boyfriend. Logan Sargeant. Yes, that one Formula 1 driver that is driving for Williams. You attended his races regularly, always there to support him, but lately it feels like you're drifting apart. You told my best friend, Lando, about this situation. "You're just overthinking," he said looking at you "give it a month, maybe he will change." he told you. In his mind he is screaming at you 'Break up with him, look at me.' , but as always he stayed quiet and supportive. "Fine, a month." you said looking at Logan from a short distance, noticing how he doesn't give you a slight glance. Two months later you were heartbroken. You stared at the screen, not believing the video you're watching. In the video there is an interview. Logan's. He told the interviewer, not just the interviewer. The whole goddamn world. "She's too much, she always wants attention, always around another driver. It's too much."

'it's too much' . Is the sentence stuck in my head. You were heartbroken, mind blank, hope lost to what you thought would be the endgame in your love life. You felt arms around your shoulders. With no hesitation you leaned into the embrace, that warm embrace you know. Lando. He didn't say anything, but the embrace told you alot. It told me 'I'm here.' He let you silently cry in his arms. A place where he thought you shouldn't cry about another man.

Calling your ex, forgetting 'bout me.

Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. You watched Logan's arm wrapped around his ex. Silently watched, until my vision got blocked. You looked up, seeing those familiar green eyes, that always seem to calm you down. "Stop staring at him" he said in a low tone so people around the busy paddock doesn't hear him. He put an arm around your shoulder pulling you into a much needed embrace. "H-he just moved on...just like that." you whisper into his chest, clearly still not over the fact you could be so replaced. So quickly.

Lando's mind was full of mixed emotions. Sadness, longing, anger. Anger. He was angry at him, broken the most precious, loving thing person to ever exist. He pulled you closer, trying to protect you from the world with his arms. "He never deserved you, he threw away something he will never get back" he softly mumbled against your hair. Pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head, his kiss lingering, trying to tell you 'Open your eyes, I'm here.'. But you didn't notice, you were broken.

So, I'm feeling and I'm dealing With the heart you broke. While you do press-ups and repress us And take off her clothes, oh.

Melbourne, Australia. Since that day, you and Lando hung out everyday. Not a day passed that he didn't show you the way you should've been treated. Always surprising you with random flowers, small gifts,... Logan was still there. In the paddock café. Still with the ex, you watched as he pulled the sleeve on her shoulder to the side, to press a delicate kiss on her shoulder. He looked up, locking eyes with me whilst doing that. He smirked, before nuzzling his head into her neck, making her giggle. You turned around to leave, only to be surprised by flowers. Tulips. I looked up. Green eyes. Lando. "Tulips are the first flowers to bloom in spring. After a long period of no sunshine, no warmth. The bloom first, which is why they symbolize; rebirth and new beginnings." Lando explained, lifting your hand up to give the beautiful tulips into your hand. You grasped the stems looking at the various colors. "It's your time for new beginnings." he whispered, whilst looking into your eyes, which were glossy. He softly wiped the tear threatening to escape, away. "You're too beautiful to cry." I'll smile and you'll have to face it I'm the greatest love that you wasted. But, by then, I'll be far away (uh) And, oh, shit, you lost the breakup.

Suzuka, Japan. You walked into the McLaren paddock, smiling, looking for your best friend, well that's what you thought you were. You joined Lando on the track walk, since we both love this track. You were laughing at something stupid he said. We were both lost in our own stupid jokes, that we didn't notice eyes on us. Logan. He stared at Lando, but then he looked at you. How free you look, your laugh sounding genuine and real. He looked at his girlfriend beside him sighing. 'I messed up.'

After the race, you congratulated Lando, he pulled you to his drivers room. "I need to do media interviews, but these are for you." he said pulling out a bouqet of Baby Breath's. "Symbolizes everlasting love." he quickly managed to said before disappearing for his media duties. You were left in his drivers room alone. Looking at the flowers. Then it hit you. You two are definitely not best friends anymore.

You're gonna walk into some underground bar You'll see a pretty little thing catching eyes in the dark.

Miami, United States. He won, Lando won his first Formula 1 race. After 5 years of hard work, seeing him cry, nearly giving up. He won. We drove up to the Parc fermé, infront of the number 1. You watched as he stepped out on top of his beast that got him the first place. He threw one finger in the air, fans screaming, cameras clicking. He won. You watched from the paddock balcony. Watching him look up noticing you, he motioned you to come down, making you look at him like he's crazy before someone pushed you to the stairs to go to him. Once down he threw the helmet down before running up to you. Picking you up hugging you tightly. "I won, I won, can you believe this?" Lando said excitedly, his voice muffled because his face was pressed in your neck. You felt tears down my cheek "You did, you won." you said excitedly. After the hype, media interviews, celebrations with the team. You two were at the drivers room getting ready to go celebrate this well deserved win. "Here" he said giving you a bouqet of roses. Red roses. You looked at him, wide eyed. "Lando-" you tried speaking, before he cut you off. "Be mine. Let me show you how you should be treated. How you deserve to be treated" he spoke with confidence, with determent. You look into his green eyes, that you by now love dearly. "Yes, I'll be yours." you said, a smile creeping up your face, before you got pulled into a tight hug. "Finally." he whispered. The celebration took in an underground bar, everyone having fun. You were stood by Lando most of the time, being so proud of the papaya man beside me. He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close. His scent was delicious, with a hint of alcohol.

Logan walked into the bar, his eyes catching something. Laughing, being worry free beside Lando.

And it's me, I see you too, I wave And I'm dancing over to you in the corner and you'll say

Lando was beside you his arm still around your waist whilst Logan spoke up "Wow, hey, it's been forever. Do you wanna get a drink, like together?" You laughed and said to him "I'm kinda busy, but, like, stay in touch?". You felt Lando's arm tightened whilst he pulled me away, not before pressing a firm kiss to your lips, showing off to Logan what he lost. You smile into the kiss, thinking 'Oh, shit, I won the breakup'.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #f1 fanfic #logan sargeant #imagines f1

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wannab-urs · 1 year

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The Spreadsheet Digest Vol. 2 - Fic Recs

Here's everything I added to the Pedro Fics Spreadsheet in the last week with my unedited ramblings attached (the notes I make immediately after reading, often unhinged).

Surrender - a Joel series by @ezrasbirdie

-> ofc daisy, grumpy/sunshine but the sunshine has depth and the grumpy isn't mean. ellie is excellent in this

Hayloft - a Joel WIP @atinylittlepain

-> dancer!reader (stripper), cute awkward joel, smutty smutty smut. reader is kind of soft!dom?

High Enough - a Joel/Dieter series by @psychedelic-ink

-> Actor!reader and your bodyguard Joel hookup with Dieter Bravo at a party and it is SO hot

Short Days, Long Nights - a Joel series by @frannyzooey

-> post outbreak!joel but it's also domestic bliss. the filth is filthy but the slow burn makes you work for it. This is gorgeous and beautiful and sweet but also so fucking hot!

What he didn't do - a Joel one shot by @joelsgreys

-> divorced!reader and Joel finally go on a date after he's been crushing on you for 10 years and it's very cute

Build Me Up Buttercup - a Joel series by me

-> You're failing Dr. Miller's architecture class and you decide to confront him about it.

Best Laid Plans - a Dieter series by @prolix-yuy

-> Dieter Bravo, legendary Hollywood playboy and a tabloid’s best friend, never thought he was worth much more than a good night to a parade of faces. Until Murch, the editor on his film, turns his world upside down. Now he’s got big plans to do the same as he drags her into the deep end of his hedonistic life. He’s got a guy for everything, but she’s got something he’s always wanted - a big enough heart (and patience) for him to fit in.

Breaking the Girl - a Joel one shot by @cinematicgf

-> Your boyfriend sucks, but you go home with him for the summer anyway. His neighbor and boss Joel Miller is decidedly not an asshole. And he's really hot.

Me-use - a Claude ;) one shot by @boliv-jenta

-> Just fucking trust me you have to read this

Toyin' with them older guys - a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

->Hot bartender joel fucks with your sex life... and then ya know

The Babysitter - a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

-> Babysitter reader seduces single dad joel and it is everything you could ever hope for, but it also leaves you wanting more (in the best way possible)

Push and Pull - a Joel one shot by @javiscigarette

-> Dom!Joel, pretty fuckin rough sex, but like Joel is a consent king and the aftercare is so sweet.

Deserve it - a Joel series by @fake-bleach

-> Joel's wife is cheating on him but it doesn't really matter bc you're giving him the best blowjob of his life

A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop - an Ezra series by @oonajaeadira

-> Ezra owns a bookshop and you get pulled into his store one day. This is the softest, most beautiful little story. Give yourself the gift of reading this please.

Vaya con Dio - a Dio one shot by @atinylittlepain

-> Dio thinks he has it all figured out, but you put him in his place

This Will Be The Day That I Spy - a Jack series by @oonajaeadira

-> You go on a blind date with Jack and it's full of surprises

Restoring the Roots - a Joel series by @bearsbeetsbeskar

-> Tommy and Ellie try to convince Joel to see a therapist... This is going to be really good...

A Long Day - a Javi P one shot by @jkprincess10

-> Have you ever wanted to rim Javi Peña? If not, you will after reading this

The Living Waters of Mandalore - a Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

-> Din discovers your uhhh living waters... and he's really excited about it

There's a lot of Joel on here this week... I was going through something lmao. I tried to throw in a few other guys for y'all too though.

Enjoy <3

#fic recs #The Spreadsheet Digest #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics

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the-raging-tempest · 1 month

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gay posts can’t be deleted. bring back that post about their HOMOSEXUAL attraction SPEAK ON IT 🗣️

Anon… I’ve been sitting on this. Sometimes I think I snipe a post fast enough and yet. Here we are. I deleted it because I was trying to put it in more elegant words. Not that I was trying to hide it LMAO I always worry about being misunderstood. Perhaps too much if I’m being honest. That and I included my own feelings and experience. Which always makes me self conscious. But thank you I’ll do my best! Anyway here we go.

Boy oh boy we are getting into the weeds. Let’s talk about some sexuality. Also brief talk of sexual trauma here so read with caution. Zrise in particular gets messy.

In the spirit of oc’s being queer. Shout to Min @another-heroine for this lovely piece. For some Lariel being gay. And Dujour @dujour13 for this wonderful gift. For some Zrise being gay. Both from OC kiss week back in February 💕

I think I’ve said this before, but in my mind Zrise is hit with the bisexual awakening early. Lariel much later in her life.

In my mind Zrise had much less expectations to carry on his name and family through marriage. (As he can’t have children biologically due to the curse) So he had to find some other ways to be ‘useful’ Vs Lariel was basically used as a pawn in her arranged marriage.

What I mean by this, is for Lariel there is a lot of comphet going on. That and she is a very sexually repressed character. She denies that part of herself out of fear and shame. But also because she doesn’t want to be like her family. She has to find someone she feels safe and comfortable with. She’s easily flustered by anyone she’s attracted too.

Zrise doesn’t really have to worry about making the same mistakes his mother did. OR at least not THAT mistake in particular. (Unwanted Children) He is not currently the type to yearn for children or marriage really. So he finds it to be a freeing notion.

Lariel’s grandfather really emphasized her sorcerer bloodline and how she might be ‘useful’ in marriage to a cis man and having children. The fact that she was engaged to a man was not the main issue it was that he just didn’t care about her.

Basically what I’m trying to say is a lot of BOTH of their attraction is tied up in their relationship with how their family treated them.

Zrise got to realizing he didn’t have to ‘marry’ a woman very young. He’s currently not one for really liking the idea of marriage but as a child he wanted to get married. He and Lariel spent a lot of the time reading the same books and things. So up until his drowning he was quite a ball of sunshine and optimism.

Zrise also got out in the world and experienced a lot more than Lariel. At the half elf equivalent of 16 he was basically sent off to Calistrian boarding school in Galt. Where he got to experiment and express himself a lot more. His first real crush/love/attraction being on Oria who was non-binary.

Zrise’s attraction to femme vs masc is… interesting to me. He is actually fearful of men who seem like they can overpower or hurt him. He finds he is not attracted to men who have certain tendencies that are hard to put into words. Anyone that reminds him of his time with Relik or at the Golden Palace or of himself.

Woman and non-binary individuals he is less default afraid of. He knows they can and probably will hurt him. He actually is more into femmes who make him feel powerless. Masc it’s the opposite. But this is just strange logic from him. Because he does have a lot of trauma from femmes as well.

I think it stems from the fact of WHEN it happened to him. Deeply ingrained into his psyche as a child vs happened to him as he was more aware and ‘in control’. Something he feels he ‘deserves’ vs Something he resents and was ‘made to sufffer’. It’s difficult to describe.

Lariel. Is more directly trauma free in that regard. She has no sexual experience and her knowledge comes from what books she has tried to read. (But she gets embarrassed easily) Her trauma is more tied with comphet and misogyny.

For Lariel her attraction to femmes would be a surprise to her. It would be a slow slide from ‘well of course she’s beautiful’ to ‘of course I want to hold her hand’ to imagining getting a kiss and becoming a mess. Then slowly it would dawn on her that she feels more than friendship for this person. And as always she… gets embarrassed

ALSO to be clear I'm saying comphet not to erase her bisexuality. Just to say that same sex attraction would not be 'useful' to her family. For some time she internalized that her own wants and desires don't matter. She has attraction to both men and women and those in between.

I think her taste in femmes is actually less specific than her taste in masc people but it just flies under the radar for much much longer. HAHA.

Sorry I went on this long ass ramble. Hope this makes any sense. 💕

#anon #ask #oc: lariel #oc: zrise #I don’t know what to tag this lmao #Zrise lore #Lariel lore

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heart-n-sol-critters · 3 months

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Hi! I want to know your hcs for puppy love :D ( Bobby x DogDay)

oooo gladly !! heres a few !!

despite what one may believe, dogday was the first to fall heads over heels . bobby is quite oblivious to it oddly enough . before they got together, he would freeze up around her and stutter .

god, was dogday a boyfailure around her . at the mere sight of her, it's like his entire confident leader persona just vanished and left behind some nervous lil' puppy . sometimes the others teased him about it .

to add on, their confession was .. quite a mess . the other critters, mainly crafty and kickin, planned out a romantic scene for them, only for it all to backfire in their faces . despite everything, catnap came out of nowhere as a last resort and helped dogday finally confess . and well ... rest is history !!

before that, dogday would try to confess, but they all failed ... intensely . bobby didn't mind really .

they go all out for valentines and special holidays !! i'm talking all the best gifts and flowers and everything you could imagine !! they love each other so much they believe he or she deserves the world .

they use every cute nicknames under the sun . like ALL of them . their usual ones are honeybear and sunshine !!

they always go on dates . indoor, restauraunt, picnic, movie, whatever !! every day is a date day, unless it is an day for adventure .

dogday is such a gentleman around bobby !! she always gets flowers, every door is opened for her and gets covered quickly when there is rain .

they like to dance together to old records . bobby is a pretty good dancer, but dogday struggles a bit, yet they still have a fun time !!

they support each other very well . dogday likes to listen to bobby's matchmaking plans, while she admires his leadership skills . whenever one feels down, the other is always to comfort by gifts or by hugs and kisses .

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter three #bobby bearhug #dogday #dogday x bobby bearhug #bobby bearhug x dogday #heart n sol #sunshine cuddles #puppy love

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howdoyousleep3 · 2 years

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Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: Notable Tags: Established Relationship, Daddy Kink, Manhandling, Clothed Sex, Rimming, Dirty Talk, Blowjob, Drinking/Tipsy, the use of the word pretty because Steve is on his way to drunk and thinks his Bunny is the prettiest thing in the whole wide world A/N: There wasn't a doubt in my mind that this day belonged to these two. I don't normally write from the Daddy's point of view, and I've never written from 3DWD's point of view, so hopefully you can enjoy that. Thank you to my sweet sunshine, @ywecanthavenicethingsanymore for helping me work out some details. She is the expert after all. 🙇 These two are so madly in love and aren't afraid to show it, it's disgusting. Sluts! 🥰 Read on Ao3 here. Enjoy babies! 🧡

Steve is in love.

He watches from across the room as Bucky tips his head back and giggles at whatever it is that Nat says to him, swaying backwards with the force of it, Nat blessedly reaching to grab his elbow before he sends both himself and the cup in his hands tumbling to the floor. Even with the moody lighting he can see the flush of Bucky’s cheeks, the way it crawls down his neck.

Steve’s never seen someone so beautiful in his entire fucking life. How did this angel end up falling for such a sorry bastard like himself?

Bucky giggles again, Steve barely able to hear it over the blare of the music but knowing exactly how melodic it sounds from memory alone. His cock swells another fraction of the way, the very visible line of Bucky’s bare throat just begging for Steve’s mouth.

He’s been hard in his jeans for hours, stopped adjusting himself as soon as the sun went down and therefore the lights throughout Nat’s apartment. He can’t help it when his Bunny is so happy and carefree and ethereal.

Fuck, he’s so in love.

Steve is easily the oldest person at this party. The people that mill about are ones ten, fifteen years his junior, are ones from Bucky’s office, friends from college. He’s lucky he still has the love for a good party running through his blood because if he didn’t, he’d be absolutely fucked. Rarely does Steve feel his age and tonight, he almost feels like he’s creeping well into his fifties

Nat sure does know how to throw one hell of a party. When she called Steve to set it up in celebration of Bucky getting a promotion, Steve couldn’t agree fast enough.

“I know how to throw a barbeque and a block party, but I can’t say I know how to throw one worthy of this kind of celebration, kid,” he had told Nat on the phone, and she had brushed him off respectfully with a laugh.

“Don’t worry, old man— we’re gonna throw it back to college for this one, Bucky’s favorite. I’ve got it covered.”

Steve had an idea of what this meant based on what he knows about his Bunny and stories he’s told Steve about his time in school, but to see Bucky tonight, to see him so carefree and loose, has left the older man hard in his pants and soft in his chest. To see him work tirelessly to deserve praise, after going above and beyond at work to design and decorate the house of the Governor himself, to see him accept said praise— Steve is truly, madly in love.

There’s nothing more special than seeing your partner loved and appreciated. Steve is reminded of that now.

And for the hundredth time tonight, he’s reminded of how he fell head over ass for this boy, feeling that familiar zip up his spine when Bucky easily finds his gaze amongst the group, from across the room. The heat that builds in Steve’s groin is ridiculous when the younger gives him a hot, knowing look. Bucky sucked him off right before they left for the party, easily dipped to his knees and let Daddy use his throat as they shared a shower. That was mere hours ago and here Steve is aching in his jeans, insatiable for anything Bunny will gift him with.

Steve isn’t above admitting that Bunny’s looks are what easily reeled him in from the first night they met. Buck is pretty all over: pretty pink lips, pretty eyelashes that frame pretty ocean eyes, pretty and graceful fingers and thighs. Bucky will never fail to take his breath away, to make his dick hard, and if Steve witnesses Bucky accept yet another compliment from another partygoer like the way he is now, he’s going to fucking explode.

Look at how his Bunny glows.

The man who shakes Bucky’s hand stands a bit too close to him for Steve’s liking, but he makes no move to head in their direction. He trusts Bucky and he’s only a few strides away from them anyway. When a hand comes down to gently grasp Bucky’s forearm in conversation and when Bucky’s blush is visible from here, Steve almost smiles. So transparent. Steve adores that about his Bunny, how he can always tell what’s on his mind, how there’s no hiding from Daddy.

He brings the bottle in his hand up to his lips, takes a swig of it as he watches on.

This man is obviously hitting on Bucky somehow, which Steve has to admit is bold. He must not know Bucky very well, must not have been privy to the way he and Bunny rarely wander outside of reach from one another. Yeah, that’s it; this kid just isn’t observant. Steve reminds himself of that once more when the stranger doesn’t drop his hand from Bucky’s arm as he continues talking. Steve downs the last of his beer, places it loudly onto the kitchen counter.

He doesn’t like this feeling in his chest, this foriegn emotion of such caged possessiveness, the urge to claim. Bucky is his, he belongs to Bucky; never will he doubt that. It doesn’t stop his heightened attention, his urge to shake this stranger’s hand from his partner’s body.

But then Bucky is doing just that, much more politely than Steve would have. He looks up over at Steve, easily finding him without needing to look around, giving him a soft, knowing smile. Bucky is apparently not the only one that is transparent.

He then gestures towards Steve, points at him. My boyfriend, are the words that Steve thinks he sees Bucky’s lips form, and just like that the foreign feeling of possessiveness melts away and molds into something different—

Lust.

Pure, unadulterated lust.

This feels good in Steve’s chest, burns pleasantly as he watches the man look in Steve’s direction and begin to apologize. Bucky brushes his mistake off, is graceful yet again, and that’s it for Steve. He’s crossing the room in a few strides, saddling up close to his Bun with his cock throbbing against the zipper of his jeans and his insides screaming for joy that this beautiful man just so easily and publicly staked his claim on Steve himself.

“Steve, this is Brett. He—“

Steve barely looks at Brett and nods at him, gives him a curt, “How’s it goin’?” without waiting for an answer. He ensures Bucky’s hands are empty by placing the cup that is in his grasp on the counter, meets Bucky’s confused gaze with a wink before he’s bending and tossing his Bunny right over his shoulder. The copious amount of beer he’s had could be to blame for the brazen, neanderthal kind of move, but Steve wouldn’t deny someone who blamed each possessive, provider, Daddy bone in his body.

And bless his beautiful heart, Bucky’s first reaction once he’s over Steve’s shoulder is to giggle.

“God, I love you, Bun.”

“Steve, we can’t leave yet. We’re—”

“Not leavin’ yet, baby. Natasha!”

Steve works his way through each room, Bucky tossed over his broad shoulder, until he finds a hallway. A hallway inevitably leads to more bedrooms and Steve needs a bedroom for what he wants to do to his Bunny.

“Nat!”

“Steve! What are you doing! People are looking!” Bucky shouts, hands swatting at Steve’s backside, his ass. Steve chuckles knowingly, slaps his own hand up and over Bucky’s own plump rear end.

“As if you don’t want people to see your Daddy toss you over his shoulder, honey. You hush. Natasha!”

He finds her in the living room amongst a large group of party goers who are playing flip cup, a game Steve hadn’t played before tonight but was rather good at. She doesn’t look surprised in the slightest that Bucky is over his shoulder and, for some reason, he feels a bit proud of that.

“Bedroom?” Steve practically grunts. She immediately squints her eyes at him. Bucky pinches his ass once more.

“Steve…”

He starts to back away, unable to wait any longer, steps slow but pointed. Gone is his brain and in its place is the dig of his cock against his zipper.

“Natasha. Bedroom.”

“Steve, you aren’t about to—”

“I am,” he states pointedly, turning around in the direction of the hallway. “Tell me a room, woman. Or I’ll go out of my way to find yours!”

“Steven Grant! Nat, he won’t do that, he—”

“Second door on the left. You better clean up after yourselves, you animals!”

He doesn’t even bother turning on a light; he closes the door behind them, marches up to the bed, and tosses his Bunny down onto it. He can tell right away that Bucky is a bit miffed, huffing at such treatment, but Steve knows that bite in his mood is smoothed out when Steve crawls over him nice and slow, predatorily. His lips press into as many sweet bits and pieces of his Bun as he can reach, sucking on the skin over his Adam's apple, nipping at his chin.

When he reaches Bucky’s lips, he can’t help but moan, tongue running against the corner of his mouth. Feeling Bucky open up for him, his legs and his mouth and his heart, has him damn near purring in an instant.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” Bucky mumbles between kisses, his body responding to its Daddy by sending his fingers up and through Steve’s hair, his hips naturally rolling against Steve’s erection. “Just…just out here throwing me over your shoulder at a party, Steve? Really?”

“Yes, really,” Steve rumbles, emphasizing his words with a punch of his hips, drinking in Bucky’s blessedly sugary noises as his back arches beautifully into Steve’s burlier body. He can feel how hard his Bunny is beneath him, how stiff his dick is, and his mouth waters at the heady sensation of him being the reason Bucky is so hard.

“Seeing you like this, Bun, seeing you out there being the center of attention like you deserve…god, sweetheart.”

Steve can’t finish verbalizing his thoughts for the younger man, that tightness in his chest from earlier returning. He huffs into Bucky’s jaw, whines as he reaches between their bodies for the front of Bucky’s jeans. When Bucky breathes his name, that familiar dreamy edge to his tone, Steve presses his palm against Bucky’s denim clad dick. He strings together whatever thoughts he can manage before his mind is completely submerged with thoughts of pleasing his baby.

“I just…I need to make you feel good, wanna fuckin’ eat you alive. Lemme make you come, just…come on, Bun— Let Daddy make you feel good.”

“Fuck, Steve. You…you make me feel good all the time, you don’t need to—”

“Don’t gimme that shit,” Steve warns, finally able to unbutton Bucky’s jeans, shoving at the waistband of them impatiently. “Daddy knows what he wants and he wants his Bunny squealing. Now roll over, I’ll make it quick for you.”

There isn’t a sweeter sight than Bucky’s bare peach of an ass. It’s thick and juicy and unfairly round and Steve throws a proper fit if his mouth isn’t on it somehow every single goddamn day.

He doesn’t bother to take Bucky’s shoes or jeans off; he shoves his pants to his ankles and drops to his knees next to the bed in the process. He gives his briefs the same treatment, but not before pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Bucky’s dick over the material of them, inhaling and then growling throatily. He knows how much Bun likes the deep noises he makes, how much they make him ache, so he lets out another one as he digs his teeth into the inside of one of his thighs.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Bucky all but moans, neck flushed and so pretty when he lets his head fall back onto the made bed. It could be blamed on the copious amounts of liquor he’s indulged in tonight, but Steve would like to think he has this great of an effect on his baby.

“Yes you can,” is all Steve says, squeezing tightly at Bucky’s hips, pulling at them as he gives himself a few seconds to take in the sight of his future meal. He leans forward with yet another hungry noise, takes the pretty pink tip of Bucky’s dick between his lips, slurps at it happily. The placement of their bodies is awkward given the rushed nature of their time in this bedroom and Steve’s impatience, and it’s only a few seconds of suction before Steve is grabbing and flipping Bucky onto his front.

Bucky moans like a slut, throaty and happy, as he always does when Daddy tosses him around and where he damn well pleases. That ache in his chest grows when he hears it, when he watches Bucky stretch out along the bed in a way that is all things feline and sensual.

This boy is in his element. Steve did this.

His dick is harder than steel in his pants.

He brings a hand down onto one of Bucky’s ass cheeks tightly, watches as it jiggles and then smacks the opposite one, digs his fingers into the cushion there.

“Show Daddy what he wants to see, c’mon,” Steve mumbles almost distractedly, pulling on the meat of Bucky’s hips eagerly. “That’s it, show Daddy where you want kisses.” He expects Bucky to tip onto all fours, for him to raise his backside up right to Daddy’s mouth, but the air is sucked right from his lungs when Bucky reaches back and spreads himself wide.

Goddamnit.

Pretty and pink and bare just like Bucky likes, just like Steve in turn adores. Steve’s mouth waters just looking at his boy’s pussy, his tight little asshole and his perfect set of balls. The way Bunny presents himself feels like an offering, temptation at its finest. But then Bucky is moving, arching his back and wiggling into position for a moment, before he’s in the most decadent and vulnerable of positions for Steve to enjoy.

Steve is in love.

“Make it messy, Daddy,” Bucky whines where he lays.

Fuck, he’s so in love.

Steve wastes no time. With a happy Daddy noise he dives in, pressing wet kiss after wet kiss to Bucky’s asshole, to his taint, down the seam of his balls. He kisses Bucky’s pussy in the way he’s been wanting to neck in a dark corner of this party all night long: open-mouthed and deep and filthy. He french kisses the little hole he’s going to fuck later as if he’s going to walk out of this room after this and drop dead, never getting the chance to do so again.

Bucky writhes where he lays, hands still holding his ass open for Daddy as he squeals. Steve takes over in an instant, shoving the younger’s hands away and cracking his palm across the meat of Bucky’s ass so he can feel it shake against his face. He squeezes and slaps and purrs against the skin of Bunny’s ass, against his pussy, his beard growing wetter by the second thanks to his enthusiasm.

“Steve…Daddy, feels so good,” Bucky slurs, words sounding luxurious, and Steve purrs, slick kisses turning into ones with suction, sucking at Bunny’s rim in the exact way that makes his toes curl. Bucky’s appreciative moan goes right to Steve’s dick, his own purr turning into a moan as well, one he makes sure to press into the hot skin of Bucky’s sac. He stops to slurp one of Bunny’s balls into his mouth, first one and then the other, lapping at his sac until Bucky’s noises begin to get breathier and shorter.

“You already close to comin’ and I’ve only had my mouth on you for two minutes?” Steve intends to chide, but his voice comes out laced with awe and appreciation.

“You weren’t joking when you…fuck, when you said you’d make it quick. It just feels too fuckin’ good, Daddy. Suck on my balls again, gimme kisses again…”

Bunny could ask Steve to do anything in that pouty, spoiled tone of voice and Daddy would do it without thought. He does exactly as Bucky asks, mouthing and lapping at Bucky’s heavy balls, giving each of them the treatment they deserve. He pulls at each of them, slurps around his mouthful and hums so that there’s no doubt in Bucky’s mind that Steve wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than between his legs.

His baby needs more though, he knows this, sees it. Bunny hangs heavy between his legs, his prick leaking and angry, ignored. He tries to rub his thighs together while still keeping himself open for Daddy’s hungry mouth, but he’s getting more and more frustrated by the second, huffing and whimpering.

Steve coos into his kisses, into the swirls of his tongue back up and around Bucky’s rim, when he reaches an arm around Bucky’s waist and closes a fist around his dick.

Bucky’s squeal is loud enough to remind Steve that they’re at a party, that even though each and every partygoer is aware that Steve pulled Bucky away from the group, it doesn’t mean he needs to drag this moment out. He brings his palm back around and spits into it before returning it to Bucky’s dick. He smears the spit around, gets him good and wet before he begins to jerk Bunny off with enthusiasm, the end goal in mind.

He flicks his wrist expertly around the tip of Bucky’s dick, earnestly strokes him from root to tip again and again, finding the rhythm of his hand in time with his mouth. He hears himself making noises, deep animalistic ones, ones that are laced with pure pleasure as he eats at Bucky’s ass and jerks him off at the same time. He can barely hear those noises over Bucky’s own though, and he pulls his head back in order to pause and appreciate them more.

He did that. He is turning his baby into a stupid, stuttering mess. He is the one that has the honor of licking Bucky’s boy pussy, of sucking on his balls, of fisting his dick. He’s watched him be fawned over all night long, has watched him receive well deserved attention. This is his baby. No one can do this to his Bunny but him.

He growls.

“I’m gonna fuck this hole later,” Steve tells him matter-of-factly, almost sounding distracted as he rubs his thumb around his puffy rim, pressing it in. “I fucked it this morning when I woke up and I’m gonna fuck it again before I go to sleep tonight.”

His groan is one he feels in his toes as he watches his Bunny’s tiny hole suck him right in, transfixed, and he can’t help but lean forward with a hum and press kisses around his digit.

“But Daddy, wan’it now. Fuck me now,” Bucky pouts beautifully and for a moment, Steve almost considers making that happen. But he can still hear the music coming from the other side of the door and he’s reminded they aren’t in their own home. He remembers that this is a party for Bucky and he’s taken the Guest of Honor away in order to eat him out.

He tightens his fist around Bucky’s dick, jerks him off without holding back to distract him from his neediness, his wants. He slurps around Bucky’s rim, removes his thumb before replacing it with his tongue, fucking it in and out of his needy hole.

“No honey, no. When Daddy comes…when Daddy drops his load in this sweet, sweet pussy, he wants it to be a fuckin’ big one. He wants his load to be one you deserve, sugar, one worthy enough of wettin’ you all up inside. Want my balls to ache for you, want—”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m coming. Daddy, I’m—!”

“In my mouth, come in my mouth, baby.”

Steve’s got Bucky flipped onto his back in an instant, swallowing him down to the root and moaning. One hand moves in time with his mouth, the other massages and tugs at a handful of Bucky’s balls. There are hands in his hair then, Bucky tugging at the strands in a way that makes his own achy cock throb. He only has a moment to appreciate the taste of pure Bucky on his tongue before the younger man is sobbing and shooting off down Steve’s throat.

He can feel the intensity of Bucky’s orgasm in the way he shakes, in the way his hips roll up into Steve’s face slowly. Bunny tends to be someone who is quieter when he comes, more of a wild, feral thing right up to the point of his orgasm. He pants as he spills down Steve’s throat, stomach rippling and thighs trembling as Steve drinks down everything he has to offer, down to the last salty drop.

Steve pulls back slowly when Bucky is done coming, sucking greedily at the tip of his dick before letting him fall from his mouth and swallowing the last of his come. Bunny is panting where he lays, heaving in deep, irregular breaths.Gorgeous. He bends his head and rests it on Bucky’s stomach, pursing his swollen lips and kissing him there gently.

“Holy shit, Steve,” Bucky sighs after a moment, letting out a noise that sounds like a giggle. Steve just hums, resists the temptation of crawling up into the bed with Bucky; if he did that, they’d be staying the night, and the hardness of his cock cannot be ignored.

It takes him but a minute to piece Bucky back together, to pull his briefs and his jeans up his legs. Clean up is minimal, as is discussion, and Steve is grateful for the quiet moment to pull himself together and slip back into party mode, to talk himself into ignoring his own erection. Bucky is only slightly wobbly on his feet when Steve pulls him to the door, chuckling when Bunny somehow finds the crook of Steve’s neck and begins to purr in it, greedy hand grabbing at his still-hard package through his jeans.

Slut.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

Where Steve expects an “I love you” or a joke about pulling Bucky away from his own party, he gets a whisper of, “Can we stop and get McDonalds on the way home? I want fries.”

Oh yeah— he’s so in love.

#howdoyousleep kinktober 2022 #howdoyousleep #my writing #3dwd and bunny baby #I wrote this half asleep and no one looked it over lol all mistakes are mine

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