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lokiskitten · 3 years

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hello i love ur works omg idk if ur still accepting reqs or suggestions regarding ur stepdad! tom imagines but what abt an imagine in which tom attempts to end the secret affair between him and the reader and then the reader is heartbroken so she gets herself a boyfriend which makes tom jealous then smut ?? idk HAHAHA tyyy

Tom Hiddleston | forbidden behavior

Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : around a week after your stepfather called it off regarding the bond you two had developed, you are caught hanging out with a couple of friends in a café. Noticing his presence outside of the building, you decide to join him only to receive the most peculiar lecture of your life.

warnings : stepdad!trope, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, jealousy, slight physical abuse, kissing, crotch groping, handjob.

A week had passed since your stepfather had decided to end the relationship the two of you had progressively developed behind your mother’s back. You obviously took this as betrayal, an unnecessary decision which easily led you to develop hatred for the older man- especially after he had managed to convince you that the moments you spent together filled him with as much bliss as it did for you. But these times were now over, and your first mission easily became to avoid him as soon as you penetrated inside of your own home. Before your mother, both you and Tom were obviously forced to make an effort in order to keep your secret on the low- scared that any suspicious behavior would lead your past to come flashing under the lights of the projectors.

On a warm Friday evening, you had decided to stop by a café with a couple of your friends in order to celebrate the end of the week. Within this group stood Trystan, a boy you had finally agreed on offering a chance after breaking up with Thomas. He was nice and well educated, a mass of long black hair covering the top of his head as well as his neck. The young man also brought home plenty of nice grades, which could only be a green flag to your high expectations holding self- adding up to how he had offered to help with your mathematics homework after school. Now this was a proposition you jumped on immediately, but which you knew wouldn’t be able to take place within the walls of your house- and that due to your dragon of a stepfather.

Being too busy laughing with your classmate, you hadn’t noticed Tom’s presence outside of the café, his body leant against his car as he watched you fall for someone else. In fact, he had been following you on your way back home from college nearly every day of the week- satisfying the weird obsession he held for your younger self and easing his crippling anxiety and possessive behaviors. Seeing you with another man couldn’t have driven him more upset, his fists clenching out of pure anger within the pockets of the suit he wore for work. Minutes passed by, and the older man remained leant against his car whilst growing more and more impatient regarding the sweet words and touches you appeared to offer the black haired boy. These touches he knew so well were meant to be his, and this overall sight easily led the adult to regret ever breaking it off with you.

When your head finally looked up in order to divert through the open doors of the café, your heart tightened upon witnessing the stern silhouette of your stepfather waiting against his car. Embrassement and fear progressively started to fill your organism, face decomposing whilst your friends continued to laugh with one another. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Trystan noticed the way your mood had unexpectedly yet drastically changed. “Hey, Y/n?? You’re okay?” He asked on a concerned tone, his empathy leading your stomach to grow a couple of more knots at the thought of your stepdad witnessing such a scene. “Yeah..I’m fine. I think I’ll be going home now.” you responded politely, catching all of your mates off guard though none of them did a thing to hold you back. They could tell you appeared sick and pale.

“Take care.” Lizzie purred out as you swung your bag over your shoulder, the group’s curious eyes following your silhouette which exited through the door of the café only to end up joining an older man who stood nowhere far from here. Swallowing your saliva, you attempted your best to keep a rather proud expression on your face in order to push Tom a bit closer to the edge. You were aware that he absolutely despised it whenever you held an attitude. “Hi.” Your briefly said, not fighting the situation as your feet immediately started to lead you towards the other side of the car. “Who’s that guy you were with?” Tom immediately asked as he got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. You mimicked his gestures, and the two of you were now sat in the front of his vehicle.

“Just a friend. Why is it important anyway?” You answered harshly, leading your stepdad’s anger to rise above the edge. “Right.” He responded coldly, both of his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel as he began to drive away from the café. Silently, you watched the way his veins popped out of his skin due to the pressure applied onto his palm- the way his jaw clenched easily matching with his overall tensed and aggressive behavior. Without showing any form of weakness, you simply decided to behave as if you were indifferent face to this situation. You couldn’t exactly tell where Tom was taking the two of you, but even after your breakup you still trusted him well enough not to bring any harm to your fragile mind and body.

You felt surprised and confused to watch him park his car in a nearly empty parking lot, the upset male obviously seeking intimacy for the peculiar lecture he was about to give you. But again, he remained unexpectedly silent, his jaw and chest being the only parts of his body which remained in action. He couldn’t appear to find proper words, though was he truly seeking any? Gathering your courage to take the first step, your lips parted shyly, a single word barely getting enough time to come out of your mouth before you were violently cut off by your stepfather. “Tom-“ you began, body jumping due to the man’s unexpected and quite violent reaction. His palm had collided with the steering wheel, as if the only sound of your voice made him remember about what he had seen back at the café. It was the first time you ever saw him behave in such a way. Usually, he was always calm, friendly. Anger wasn’t an emotion he often felt the need to summon.

“What were you thinking?!” He blamed, the accusations penetrating your ears and leaving your poor mind clueless regarding what he was referring to. All you could tell was that his tone carried hatred, and that therefore his overall body was probably full of this exact same wrath. “Tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, this time on a slightly softer tone though this unwelcome touch of dominance remained. Pressing his head back against the seat as air escaped his lips, you finally found the strength to step forward and explain yourself. “He’s just a friend from college. He doesn’t stand up next to you.” You promised, the words escaping your lips as if you two had never put an end to your inappropriate relationship in the first place. “I think about you every day. I think of us.” You added, growing hopeful face to how your words appeared to progressively calm him down.

Tom’s head turned towards yours, ocean blue eyes locking with your unique orbs as the empty parking lot made it feel as if the world around you had stopped. The way his chest moved up and down as he breathed led something to rise within your soul- a sensation you hadn’t felt for over a week... ever since he had decided to put an end to your affair. His veiny hand moved up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your cheekbone before he took the initiative to delicately push a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to see this boy again... ever. You’re mine. My property.” He spoke gently though asserted dominance, allowing you to loose yourself in his soothing tone. However, his head was soon to tilt to the left, his upper body moving closer to yours in order to steal a kiss.

You understood the signals and moved forward as well, his hand still on your cheek as your lips collided against one another’s. His jaw roamed air as Tom took the initiative to intensify the kiss, enjoying this moment after he had been craving the taste of your flesh ever since he took the stupid decision that was ending it all between the two of you. Within a matter of weeks, you had managed to make your own stepfather crazy about you and your aura, your body, flaws and qualities. And whilst Tom continued to enjoy the taste of your lips, your nostrils were filled with bliss as they were finally allowed to breath in his cologne again, a smell you had terribly missed. No scent could’ve potentially replaced the infamous perfume that was your stepfather’s and which you had grown used and attached to through your multiple intercourses.

Growing more and more heated, you took the initiative to slide your hand down until his crotch, fingers tightening against the thick material of his suit which allowed you to feel his prominent bulge through his pants. Tom groaned out of satisfaction as you began to massage his flaccid length which had yet to harden through his trousers, hips buckling upwards just so slightly as if his crotch desired to remain stuck to your palm forever- and that through the help of a denser contact. The warmth which emitted from his groin felt delightful under your bare fingers, a sensation which could only make you crave for more. And so did he. Keeping his lips against yours, your stepfather proceeded to slide both his hands down between his thick thighs, digits unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in a rush which finally allowed you to penetrate within his intimacy.

Sliding past the elastic of his briefs, your hand was soon to come in contact with the slightly hardened member which resided down Tom’s pants. This once he moaned, the vibrations penetrating inside of your moist cavity before his tongue slid inside of your mouth. You were soon to hold up a rather satisfying pace, rubbing up and down his shaft and stopping only when you felt the need to offer him some extra pleasure by giving attention to his testicles. The male broke the buccal contact to collide against his seat, eyelids shutting close as you carried on leading his cock towards orgasm. His member had now hardened properly, revealing his true and generous length which had recently been pulled out of his pants. Just like before, Tom found pleasure in thrusting his hips upwards and participating to the intercourse a bit more than he already was.

“That little boy of yours.. is his cock this big?” Your stepdad asked through seethed teeth, having trouble finding his words due to his clenched abdomen and twitching nutsack. “No...” you responded, being slightly out of breath due to the heated kiss you shared earlier. Hearing these satisfying words coming out of your mouth, the older man couldn’t help but raise his shirt in a hurry before white semen began to sprint out of his overly sensitive urethra, his shaft twitching and contracting in order to propel the sperm out of his crotch. You bit down onto your lower lip face to such a delightful sight, hand moving down to his testicles in order to praise them one last time. This move made your stepfather shiver. You two had finally found yourselves, and it wasn’t any time soon that the older man would ever agree to let go of you again.

“And as you can see... I’m not dead”- all jokes but yes, I am alive and giving the people what it wants😭 I’m sorry if it isn’t very good tho🥺 I hope y’all are taking care!

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darkorderaf · 3 years

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Can I request kiss prompt 16 with mjf set when the inner circle was in Vegas?

Oh, this is a very fun idea. This is a nice little cocktail of shitlord!Max and soft!Max. I took some creative liberties with their time in Vegas. Thank you so much for sending, I hope you like it!! <3

Pairing: MJF x OFC. Prompts: A kiss that isn’t meant to happen but it does anyway. Rating: T. Warnings/Content: Angst and fluff! Some drinking. Word Count: 2,633.

(I don’t own gif; credit to cowboyshit!)

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“Believe it.”

“I hate him.”

“I know.”

“Like, a lot. I deadass hate the dude.”

“I know, Sammy.”

She let out a long-suffering sigh and set her hands against the bartop. From the first proposal of the Inner Circle going to Vegas, Sammy complained. It hadn’t gotten any better now that they were actually in the city. The situation wasn’t great but it was what Jericho wanted and which of them was going to tell them no? At least Wardlow seemed decent enough. He didn’t talk much and hell, that was all she could ask for. She could use less talking lately.

“Sammy, he’s not going anywhere,” she said. Her hand curled tight around her glass. “We might as well just enjoy what we can, alright?”

Sammy frowned and folded his arms as he leaned against the table. Her words seemed to help for the time being. Satisfied that they had, she threw her drink back and rubbed at her temples. They had been away from the table too long and she could already feel her phone vibrating. She clapped Sammy reassuringly on the back and the two made their way back to the blackjack table.

“C’mon, Spanish God. It’s just one night. We’ll be fine.”

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When the boys drank, they drank. Shot after shot after shot. She had to admit that she was impressed. MJF held his own with Jericho but he was feeling it and she could tell. They stayed longer at the place with the dancing girls that she forgot the name of but she didn’t mind that. It gave her some time to think to herself, appreciate the show from afar unbothered.

“You don’t belong here.”

Or not. She mentally prepared herself with a few deep breaths before she turned around. There he was, in his purple pastel suit glory. In MJF’s endeavor to earn the trust of the Inner Circle, he had been persistent with all of them. She tried not to notice that closely behind Jericho, she was the one he seemed to flock to most. The corner of the club she sat in was away from the red light that covered the rest. The fluorescents overhead made it easier to see the warm flush to his face that the booze brough on, the slight shadows under his eyes. She didn’t know where those came from. He leaned against the bar and took a long drink. She eyed him.

Was he getting enough sleep?

Better question, why was she worried about MJF?

Wait, what did he just say?

“Hi,” she said as she idly swirled the straw in her drink. She jutted her chin at the girls. “Care to explain what you mean by that? I think the club’s fine and the girls are putting on a hell of a show. I like it here.”

He shook his head, clearly frustrated.

“That’s,” he paused and sighed. “That’s not what I meant. You don’t belong here. With the Inner Circle. With them. With Jericho.”

Her eyes flashed and she sat up straight. Narrowed eyes met his and the muscle in his jaw worked. If he was frustrated, she felt it tenfold.

“Oh? And you do?”

“Please, just give me a second and listen to me.”

MJF wasn’t someone that struggled to communicate how he felt or what was on his mind. As far as she knew. Then again, how much did she really know him? She gestured for him to sit in the stool beside her and he took it. He undid the top button of his suit and ran a hand through his hair. He looked borderline unkempt. Vulnerable, even. Her spine softened and she slowly sipped at her drink.

“You’re--” He held onto his drink, sucked in his bottom lip, then ran his tongue along it. “You’re too good for them. I’m up here--obviously--you’re here, and then they’re down there. Do you see what I mean?”

He explained with one hand low and the other above his head. He placed himself higher than her by a slim margin. She didn’t know what to make of the fact that he leaned down to really exaggerate it. The backhanded compliment made heat creep up her neck, her face. She didn’t see herself better than the others of the Inner Circle but there were times where she wondered about going on her own. Even just for a little while. She kept to herself more lately, telling the guys it was fine if they didn’t accompany her to her matches. It would make it easier when she did decide to leave.

If she did.

“Wow,” she said, her brows lifted and her tongue pressed up against the sharp edges of her teeth. “You really know how to compliment a girl, Friedman. If you want a show, it’s over there. I’m not doing this with you.”

She turned away, effectively shutting off the conversation. Her spine straightened again and she caged her drink in with her forearms. MJF didn’t move from his spot beside her. Clearly, he had something on his mind. Max dropped his forehead into his hand then straightened himself back up.

“Max.”

“What?”

“Can you call me Max?”

That made her pause, her brows slightly furrowed. His voice was so soft she barely heard it. Jesus, she didn’t know what to make of this man. This infuriating man that insulted every person she knew and yet, could always be found in the audience during her matches. Who always checked on her in his own weird, emotionally bizarre way.

‘At least you didn’t embarrass yourself.’

‘Well, she looks worse but yeesh, that’s not saying much.’

And then the odd, ‘How are you?’ But that one seemed to make him more uncomfortable than any other compliment veiled with an insult. That one seemed genuine, a removal of some mask, and he never stayed long after she fumbled an answer.

She eyed him carefully on the stool beside her.

“Alright, Max,” she said and the sound of his name brought this strange, hopeful look to his face that caught her off guard. She was so used to it in a sneer, a Cheshire grin. “Come on, let’s get some air.”

She jerked her thumb towards the exit and threw back the rest of her strong drink. Although she hadn’t had as much as the boys, she felt warm and bubbly. Even with MJF, Max, at her side as they walked out into the night air, his hand a vague sensation at the small of her back as he let her go first. Her phone vibrated and she checked it.

Sammy G. - lmk if you need help hiding body xoxo

She rolled her eyes and slid her phone back into the pocket of her dress. Max kept a small distance from her as they walked and he did the same when she found somewhere to sit. She hadn’t banked on it being cold. Goosebumps slid up the exposed skin of her arms. Wordlessly, Max offered her his scarf.

“...Thanks,” she said. “What’s all this about, Ma--”

“You don’t like me.”

His statement cut her off and she cocked her head. She played with the ends of his scarf where it draped over her shoulders. It smelled like him and something sweet.

“It’s more complicated than that,” she offered. The conversation hadn’t initially been about them but with the way her brain lingered on it and how his statement didn’t sit well with her, she shifted it further that way. “You’re not the easiest person to be around. At all. Half the time I don’t know if you’re trying to be nice or if you’re just waiting for me to fall.”

“I’ve seen you fall. More than they have, in fact.”

She shot him a look. He wasn’t wrong. Jericho made a big show of how strong the bonds in the Inner Circle were and yet... Guilt knocked at her skull and she ignored it.

“Max,” she got his attention, his warm eyes on her and his knees angled towards her. Part of the reason she wanted to get away from the others was to get some air, that was true. The other part? To see who she was talking to. Max or MJF. “For once, can you just say what you mean and not be a complete dick about it?”

His jaw worked at that and his hands switched which one was on top quite a few times. Worry overtook her when he looked like he might be sick. Or like he was in pain.

“I like you. Alright? Even though I don’t want to and God knows I’ve tried not to, I do. I think about you literally all the time and it’s awful.”

Her shoulders dropped with disappointment and she shook her head with disbelief. He couldn’t just stop while he was ahead.

“Jesus,” she said, her voice a low and bitter sound. She slipped his scarf off and handed it back to him. “That must be so fucking terrible for you. My condolences, MJF.”

He was strangely silent as they walked back but that changed as soon as they were back in the company of the boys. Loudmouth, smug MJF was back and she receded back to the edges. Sammy approached her and demanded to know what happened, Ortiz as well. She kept it simple. They talked, that was all. The two men seemed to accept that that was all she would give them for the time being.

She had too much to think about and not enough drink in her glass.

---

The next pub they went to felt more up her alley and she sat at the end of the bar, away from the pissing contest between the others. Her sour mood had lifted some, thanks to Jameson and the friendly bartender. She could feel Max’s eyes on her but she paid no attention. She wanted to drink, she wanted to take a long bath, and then she wanted to go to bed. Something simple and not at all complicated like what her heart was feeling.

“Seriously, what did he say to you?”

“That’s between us, Ortiz,” she said for the third time to the man beside her. “It’s really not something I want to talk about.”

“Man, you’re holding out on us,” Sammy cut in from her other side. “Did he say something embarrassing? Please tell me it was embarrassing. It was totally embarrassing, right? Give us the dirt, sister.”

In some ways, she supposed it was embarrassing. Her jaw clenched.

“Is the hotel far from here?”

Ortiz blinked at her.

“No, not really, why?”

“I think I’m done for the night,” she said as she slapped a twenty on the bar and pushed back from it. “I’m getting tired.”

The two men seemed shocked and appalled by such a statement.

“Woah, you serious?”

“Mhm,” she vocalized. “You boys have fun, okay?”

“One of us will go with y--”

“I’ll go with her,” Max suddenly said, his hands in his pockets as he sauntered up to the trio. “You two stay here, huh? Keep an eye on the old man over there.”

Ortiz looked at Sammy, who looked at her, who looked at Max. He was too busy staring the other two down to notice how hard she looked at him.

“Fine,” she said carefully. “It won’t take long.”

She rushed out the door and Max was quick to follow her. That hardened expression of his faded and there was Max again, soft and vulnerable and infuriating. Frustrated tears pricked her eyes and she hated it.

“Slow down,” he called to her. “I didn’t say any of that right, alright? That was a shitshow in word form and I can do better than that because, I mean, I’m me. If I fuck it up again, just slap me and we’ll be done with the whole thing.”

He caught up to her in long strides and gently encircled her wrist with one of his hands. She stopped with a harsh breath in and turned back to look at him, her fists clenched at her sides. He let go of her wrist and guided her to the side, away into one of the alleys of Las Vegas. Maybe Max was serious if he was so willing to stand next to garbage.

“I like you,” he tried again as he stood in front of her. “I think about you a lot and when I think about you, I go looking for you. I don’t even know what I’m going to say half the time when I do, alright? I just go and hope for the best. I don’t do that. Any of that. I don’t like people and I don’t hope for the best for...for anything. For anyone. But then there’s you and I do and it’s weird but I don’t hate it and I don’t hate you. That’s the thing! I. Don’t. Hate. You.”

His hands hovered by her shoulders, his eyes imploring her to listen to what he was saying. What was that one line? The one about how wonderful, how strange it was to be liked by something that hates all else? She couldn’t wrap her head around it but she knew she wasn’t angry anymore. Bewildered and breathless and taken aback and unquestionably warm. That’s what she was. Her silence compelled him to step away and she reached out for him. Giggling grew louder on the sidewalk outside the alleyway. They stared at each other, both waiting for something to happen.

“Max, I don’t know…”

She trailed and it didn’t matter that she didn’t know what to say. Anything she could have said was silenced by Max’s lips on hers, his hands on the wall to brace himself. She leaned up into him, her eyes on his and both just as confused. A giggling couple disappeared down the alley and they must have knocked against Max. His hands dropped from the wall to her shoulders and when he went to pull away, she slipped her arms around him and pulled him in. Their stagnant lips began to move and she could taste what it was that smelled so sweet. He could taste the burn of Jameson on her tongue. Their eyes fell shut and they dove into each other.

The tentative way he kissed her melted like sugar to absinthe. His tongue met hers, her teeth nipped at his lips. Not enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. His hands slid from her shoulders to her waist then finally they came to a stop at her hips. He kissed her hard and she met him on even ground, her fingers curled in tight against his broad back. A sound of disgust from him broke them apart and that scowl of his was back on his face. He breathed hard against the skin of her neck.

“Absolutely not,” he said with a borderline growl as he lifted his head and stared down the alley. “We are not making out in a filthy, scum-filled alleyway. I get that this is Vegas and it’s the bottom of the barrel but there is still a thing called standards.”

His hand slid into hers to lead her away and after a second, she laced her fingers with his. She didn’t know what they were or where the hell they would be when the weekend was over and they left this moment. They could figure it out. He looked at her from the corner of his eye and smiled at her. Not a shit-eating one, not a standing-over-your-fallen-enemy one. It was just a simple one, meant for her, and it made her hope that it wasn’t true what they said about Las Vegas. Just this once.

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 4 years

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You always get what you want

Warning: 18+

Have fun babies! ;)

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You had been walking around the castle uncomfortably all day, stumbling in the hallways, clenching your legs together before regretting that move immediately and spreading your thighs apart again, all the while your boyfriend Sirius grinning at you, obviously content with your squirming. Nobody would suspect that you had a pussy plug lodged deep inside of your cum filled cunt, because Sirius is a kinky bastard like that. And a fucking tease, because that fucking toy is rubbing at your spot every chance it gets. Why had you agreed to doing this again? Ah yes, he is way too adorable to say no to. Do you regret it? Every. Damn. Time.

Right now you are in your potions class in the back of the room, your desk right next to Remus‘. He had watched you sit restlessly in your seat for nearly thirty minutes and tried to capture your eyes with his, but you were way to concentrated not to cum, to look in his direction. Finally you found a position that didn’t rub the pussy plug against all the pleasureable spots in your cunt and threw a quick glance in his direction. He was already watching you with confusion and a little concern, mouthing a „What the hell is up with you today“, making your cheeks heat up and you promptly look away again. It‘s not like you‘re gonna look at him and say „Hey Remmy, your stupid best friend fucked me silly all night long and wanted me to walk around with his cum in my pussy and now that pussy plug is rubbing against my clit. You wanna help maybe?“

Wait. What was that last part. You took a sharp breath. Fuck, that wasn‘t planed. You squeezed your eyes shut so hard you saw whole planets, no galaxies behind your lids and pressed your thighs together. Shit shit shit mental images of Remus‘ strong, veiny hands. His long thick fingers deep inside of your pussy, pushing out Sirius‘ cum. His other hand on your swollen clit, making you cum over and over again and fuc-

You must have made a noise, because suddenly everybody turned around to look at you. Fuck play it cool. You started coughing and squeaked out a I need to see the healer before you slid out of your seat and raced out of the classroom, ignoring Remus‘ concerned gaze. Fuck the plug was rubbing against you clit even more and after you shut the door you collapsed againt the brick wall, leaning your forehead against the cool surface and tried to calm the ache in your needy, wet, cum filled pussy. Fuck me.

After a few minutes of deep breaths and motivational monologues of how you‘re not gonna cum in the deserted hallways of Hogwarts, you decided to just go to the boys room and wait for Sirius there. You still need to fucking cum. You were in such a haste, that you forgot your bag in classroom, but didn‘t bother going back. Remus would bring it.

You had been laying down for some time now. Sirius should be back any minute now from his transfiguration class with James. Peter and Remus had plans for after class and James wanted to go bother Lily. You snorted at that, James that persistent prat. Everyone would be gone so you and Sirius would have the room to yourselves for at least two hours. All lot can be done in two hours, especially between the both of you. He’ll probably wear you out with overstimulation and plug you up again. No, you thought, if he wants to plug me up again, I’m gonna fucking peg him until he can’t walk anymore. You smiled at the thought, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all and Sirius would definitely give it a go. You were laying on your belly, one leg pushed up with your head resting on your arms. Sirius would clearly be able to see your pussy and finally fuck you. You didn‘t even bother to turn around when you heard the door open and shut closed again. Two bags were thrown on the floor. Yours and ..?

„Are you alright?“

Fuck its not Sirius and half of your bare ass is showing. You shot up into an upright position, face already flushing with embarrassment because Remus just saw your bare ass and oh my god you just want to dissolve. Evaporate. Anything. Oh and your pussy did absolutely not just clench when you heard that deep, smooth voice.

You gasped and rushed a „Oh my god, Remus! Uh, yes, yeah I‘m alright, my stomach just felt a little off I guess. Where‘s Sirius, he wanted to meet me here?“

Where the fuck is your boyfriend when you need him for once. You are gonna die if you don‘t cum soon. Why the hell is Remus here, didn‘t he have plans with Peter?

He regarded you with an intensity that you weren‘t used to, not from him, and spoke lowly, „James and he wanted to practice a bit for the upcoming Quidditch game. He told me to tell you when I met him in the common room.“ He was stepping closer while he talked and towered over your body, giving you a slow one-over that had you stuttering.

„Oh, um okay. I‘ll just go then, thank you for bringing my bag.“

„No, sit down darling. Are you sure that you‘re alright love? You look flushed. Here drink something.“

Your pussy clenched at his caring tone, your mind already slipping into your usual submissive headspace and you sat down, hands playing with your short skirt. He retrieved his water bottle from his bag and opened the cap, pressing the cool opening against you lips. You drank slowly, eyes looking into his, but he was to busy analyzing every detail of your face, eyes glazed over, sharp teeth chewing on his lower lip. He crouched infront of you and fuck even in that position his face is level with yours. He must have noticed too.

„Mm, I never noticed how small you are compared to me pup. C‘mon tell me why you have been squirmy all day, hm darling?“ His voice is so deep and soft and his bright, intelligent eyes are looking at you. You moved your head away from the bottle, a trail of water running down the corner of your glistening lips. His eyes never left that spot, only after you wiped the water away with the sleeves of your thin sweater.

„Jus‘ a little tired, s‘all.“

His eyes flashed devilishly and his lips twitched upwards. „Is that why you are walking all weird?“

Shit

„What? No, I‘m fine Rem, I don‘t know what you-“

„It‘s because Sirus fucked you sore all night isn‘t it? Fucked you until you couldn‘t cum anymore, fucked you so deep and hard that your pretty pussy got all sore? Glistening with your cum? Hm? Pup, look at me. C‘mon be a good girl f‘me.“ His tone was soft and nearly endearing, but god his words did something to you. Your legs clenched and your small hands gripped the fabric of your skirt tighter.

You look at him breathing heavily.

„Good puppy. Want to show Remmy your achy pussy, hm? Want me to make the belly ache go away?“

Fuck yes you wanted that. You wanted it so bad, it physically hurt. You were in so deep, you would do anything he asked of you.

„But Siri-“

Hands grabbed your jaw, caressing gently, pulling your face closed to his. Your nose is touching his, his body so close as he was crouching between your thighs.

„S’not my name pretty girl. Now do you wanna show me your pretty pussy? If not, I will stop and we will never talk about this again love, promise m‘not gonna be mad.“ The way he switched from his strict dom tone to the caring Remmy you knew for so long made you want him even more. And you always got what you wanted.

„Yes, Remus. I want this, I want you.“

He released you but stayed put between your legs.

„Go on, spread your legs wide open. I want to see you. Maybe I‘ll even touch your needy cunt.“ He pushed your legs up slightly, before pushing the sleeves of his jumper up, revealing veiny, muscular forearms. The scars on his callous skin made him more attractive and you ached to feel his skin on your own. Resting his arms on his crouched legs, he licked his lips slowly, looking at you expectantly. He didn‘t rush, letting you set the pace.

You leaned back against your elbows and spread your legs slowly, feeling the toy between your legs rub against your cum covered, sensitive walls. Your legs were pulled towards your body, knees apart and Remus took a sharp breath.

„Fuck, you are a naughty slut aren‘t you pup. Is this why you’re walk around like a new born deer? Because Sirius plugged you up?“ His fingers moved up to trail your fluttering pussy lips with his fingers. You gave a silent gasp, knees drawing together to trap his hand. His other hand pulled them apart pressing into your hip to keep you from moving. His hand pushed the toy in and out of your wet cunt and his face came closer to your bare pussy, breathing in deeply.

„Mmm, I can smell you both on your needy cunt. Let me have a taste darling, please?“

How could you say no to that soft smile and delicious plead?

„Remmy please help me, please touch me, please it hurts“

That was all the encouragement he needed, before he leaned in and smeared his nose on your swollen clit, eyes on yours to gauge your reaction. You moaned loudly, hands grasping at the bedsheets. One hand held you down by your belly, stroking the soft skin there and the other continued to play slowly with the toy. His tongue gave your clit little kitten licks, teasing you in slow circles. Suddenly he withdrew the pussy plug, making you gasp sharply at the sensation of Sirius‘ cum leaking out of your sore hole. He was kneeling now, face close to your clenching cunt, hot breath against your glistening skin. All of his patience gone, he licked a broad stripe from your asshole to your clit over and over again, strong hands on your belly keeping you pressed down into his mattress. Your hands grasped at his hands, intertwining them and you let out a loud moan, hips bucking against his face. He gripped your hands tight, his nose dragged against your clit in a fast pace, skilled tongue lapping up Sirius‘ cum that kept leaking out. He is sucking and licking at your pussy, growling lowly at the back of his throat, obviously delighted by the wonderful taste that was you and Sirius.

„There is more in your slutty cunt, isn‘t there puppy? Oi, look at me! There is more isn‘t there you slut, fuck, keep squeezing my fingers baby yes, c‘mon push out your boyfriends cum f‘me“

Your moans are getting louder and louder, hips dragging on his face in quick thrusts, basking in the vibrations of his voice against your clenching pussy lips. He took his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth sucking and licking at your pussy until every bit of cum vanished. He is a messy pleaser, not caring that his face is covered in your juices, hands squeezing yours to encourage you to ride his face. The knot in your stomach was building up and just as you were about to cum, he stopped.

„You taste so good baby, you are so good f’me. So good for your Remmy.“, he drawled smiling at you from between your spread thighs. Remus stood up and hooked his hands under your armpits, flipping your body on your belly.

„On your knees pretty girl“

You obeyed, pulling your knees up and pushing your ass towards him, arching your back as low as possible. Believe it or not, Sirius had taught you that. Your boyfriend is quite flexible, when he wants to be. You thought that he‘d continue fingering you, but the taller boy had other plans. Dirtier and more devilish than you could have imagined. He leaned down. Draping himself across your back, his clothed chest against your clothed back, easily engulfing your smaller body with his and pressed his lips on your ear. Somehow the fact that you were still dressed made everything better. You felt like a sexy vixen with only your school skirt flipped over, showing your privates.

„You little slut, did you enjoy walking around with cum in your pussy? Hm? Does that make you hot? I bet you wouldn‘t care who it belongs to. Now I‘m gonna fuck my cum deep into your little pussy and you are going to take all of it, you hear me? Then I‘m going to plug you up nice n‘ full.“

„Fuck me Remus please, gimme your cum, please make me cum“

You were so desperate your didn‘t even know if you wanted to cum first or make him cum. You only knew that you needed cock and if it was Remus who made you orgasm, you would gladly let him.

„Dirty whore, letting your boyfriends best mate suck on your pretty pussy. Letting him fill you up nice n‘ full. Bet Sirius won‘t even notice, but you will know. When he takes out your pussy plug and you see my cum leak out of your pussy, will that make you wet puppy? Will you tell him it‘s my cum he is licking out of your dirty pussy hmm?“

You could only whimper at that, so deep in your lusty haze that you didn‘t care about Sirius right now. Rubbing your ass against his hard cock you whined.

„Please, god, please Remmy“

His cock was dragging up and down, leaking little beads of precum, rubbing against you clit. He positioned his cock at your hole and slowly pushed in, nice enough to give you a few moments to get used to the stretch of your pussy. Slowly he fucked you deep, the veins on his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. He went faster when you started moaning and clenching around him, desperate for release that‘s been building up in your belly the entire day. He is fucking you in a punishing pace, one hand on your hip pulling you to meet his thrusts and the other at the back of your head, pushing your head onto his pillows, that smelled just like him and made you even wetter.

„Mmmhh, ah, fuck yes that‘s it puppy, fuck, squeeze my cock, oh, good girl.“

„Remmy, Remmy, m‘gonna cum, god please“

You are sobbing and whimpering against his hold, grinding your hips against his, hoping to get some friction against your clit.

„S‘not enough Remmy, more-“

He stopped, breathing heavy.

„Not enough?“ His voice dangerously low, angry. Hands gripping tighter, no doubt leaving bruised behind. He pulled his hard, leaking cock out of your cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing the delicious hardness. You let out a broken sob, fingers gripping his arms trying to pull him back. Gripping your hair he turned you around, sitting on the edge of his bed with his feet planted firmly on the floor and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms snaking around his neck, gripping the locks on the back of his head. His cock trapped between you two, he made no move to fuck you. His hands took their time taking off your sweater and bra.

„Obviously Sirius has been spoiling you too much. I don’t like my sluts greedy, darling. So sit still and don’t make a noise.“

His soft lips kissed your forhead, cheeks, jaw and moved towards your neck sucking softly, sharp teeth teasing the skin behind your ears. He blew at the trail of spit, attaching his lips on the soft skin of your breasts, licking the skin. He caught your nipple in his mouth licking it with his tongue, sucking hard. You clamped your mouth shut, pussy clenching and leaking on his thighs making him smile against your breast, looking up at you with amusement in his pretty eyes. That sight alone made you nearly lose control and you bit your lip drawing blood. He stopped tormenting your nipples, both of your tits bruised and swollen red. His thumb caught the bead of blood from your bottom lips and he made you suck on his finger, enjoying the way your tongue curled around it and steadily fucked your mouth with his finger.

„You take what I give understood?“

„Yes, Remmy.“

Thrusting his cock inside of your tight walls again he pushed his forehead against yours and fucking you even harder than before.

„You dumb slut, spreading your legs for others and then having the audacity to tell me s‘not enough?“ His hand went to your clit, rough pad of his thumb rubbing against it, other hand squeezing at your cheeks, your mouth falling open. „You are just a dumb puppy wanting to be fucked, aren‘t you? Is that why you laid down on my bed and not your boyfriends? With your ass hanging out? You cute little pussy begging to be filled? Hm?“

You had been so needy, you didn‘t even notice it was Remus‘ bed you laid down on.

You were screaming now, pleasure raking through your body making you delirious with satisfaction, pussy clenching tight. Your hands yanked at his head, mouth panting into his and he moaned. And fuck if that wasn‘t the most beautiful sight to see. His eyes glazed over, looking at you with such neediness it made you breathless. Made you want to please him. Made you want to be good for him.

„Fuck your pussy is so good, mmm, so tight fuck. Gonna cum soon? You gonna come on Remmy‘s cock?“

You voice hoarse, whining a „Yes Remmy“, holding onto both of his wrists, blunt nails digging into his skin. You wanted to leave your own scars on him. His pushed his fingers into your mouth pulling out your tongue and spitting on it. „C‘mon swallow, yes, good slut“

He was going so fast you couldn‘t breathe, every thrust of his hips against yours pushing the air out of your lungs and you came. Hard. Your nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood, mouth open to let out a scream, as your pussy squeezed his cock. He didn‘t slow down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, hand leaving your clit to grip your hips as he chased his own release. His mouth next to your ear, he let out loud moans, not caring that others might hear him. His pace started to stutter and you felt his cock twitch inside of you before he let put a string of fuck fuck yes that‘s it take my cum’s and he came deep inside of your fluttering walls.

He fell backward on the matress, your bare tits pressed against his jumper, his hands holding you down. Slowly he pulled out, careful to not waste any of the cum he fucked into you and removed your legs from around his waist. You rolled on your back, blissed out and closed your eyes, calming your heartrate. He pushed your legs against your chest again, knees spread wide and softly traced his fingers on your twitching pussy.

„Look at your pretty pussy darling, so thristy for my cum. Now now, no pushing you need to keep it inside or Sirius will know. You don‘t want that, do you puppy? Don‘t want Sirius knowing it‘s his best mates cum inside of your pretty pussy?“

He tone was mocking, obviously making fun of the situation that he put you into. Or you put yourself into.

He reached for the plug and brought it up to his lips, keeping his eyes on yours as he smeared to remainders on his mouth. His lips glistening with Sirius‘ and your cum before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. Your first kiss and it was with Sirius’ cum on his lips. You kissed back eagerly. The taste had you melting and now you understood why he nearly licked your pussy dry by trying to catch every bit of the cum inside of you. He kept kissing you, tongue brushing against yours, moaning and panting into your open mouth as his steadily pushed the clean toy in your well fucked hole.

„There, now he won‘t suspect a thing. Replaced all of his seed with my own“

You only looked up at him with lust glazed eyes as his got up and puts his softening cock back in his pants.

„I‘m gonna go and meet with Peter now, you better make yourself look presentable. We‘ll be back soon.“

He was already at the door, totally nonchalant, acting as if it was normal to fuck his best mates girlfriend and plug her up nice and full with his cum.

„Oh and maybe lay on Sirius‘ bed the next time. Unless you want to do this again“

With that he grabbed his bag, closed the door and left you on his bed, thoroughly fucked and full of his cum.

What have I done what have I done what have I done fuck Sirius what if he finds out

You got up and noticed that you really had laid down on the wrong bed. You don‘t know if it was the shock, but you just couldn‘t bring yourself to feel guilty. Remus had been to good of a fuck to feel bad. Maybe Sirius won‘t mind, you thought. He did talk about sharing once, even if it was before we got together. Maybe he‘ll be okay with it?

It wasn‘t that your sex life with Sirius wasn‘t satisfying, Sirius knows his way around sex and ladies, but Sirius would never treat you the way Remus did. He told you once, that he was uncomfortable with degrading you and throwing you around like a ragdoll, completely taking control as Remus had minutes ago. He was way to traumatized with the way his parents had humiliated him, that he couldn‘t do that to you, even if you liked it. Loved it. You could introduce him to the idea through Remus. You could show him that dominance isn‘t something to be scared of. Besides, no straight male would lick his best mates cum out of his girls pussy, so Remus must like Sirius a lot more than he lets on.

You dressed yourself, making sure to look presentable and took your bag, leaving to go find Sirius.

You smiled.

Fuck, you wanted it to happen again. And you always got what you wanted.

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Good thing it's Sunday || G.W.

pairing: husband!George Weasley x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ only, praise kink (being called 'Princess by George should have its own warning), slight spit kink, unprotected sex, creampie

summary: You and your husband enjoy a nice morning off work.

word count: 1554

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Gradually waking up – your dream slowly fades into reality as you become more and more aware of it. A few seconds pass, before you’re not able to remember what you were dreaming of.

You can see some light through your eyelids so you chance it, opening your eyes slightly just to see a bit of sunlight from above the drawn curtains. You feel a sense of dread for a moment - figuring you have woken up before your alarm, that would sound the minute you close your eyes again, signalling time to get up and start getting ready for work.

But then you wake up slightly more, and you remember it’s Sunday. No work for you, and no work for George.

You shift a bit from the weird position you took during your sleep and get more comfortable. You had moved more to the edge of the bed throughout the night, but your husband still reached you, and his hand and forearm rest gently on top of you, in your middle.

He’s still asleep, breathing softly, lying on his side of the bed, on his stomach with limbs spread out wide. A smile appears on your face – you love everything about that man.

His face is turned in your direction, hair a bit messy. His cheek flattened on the pillow due to his sleeping position, puckering his lips. It makes you want to stroke his cheek and kiss them, but you decide not to wake him up just yet.

Taking a moment longer to admire him, you let your eyes wander his body, covered by the blanket about up to his abdomen. His back, just begging for you slide a hand over it, feel his skin underneath your fingers. You’ll simply have to offer him a massage later, relieve some of his tension after a long week of his hard work.

His broad, strong shoulders – reminding of how you always find comfort in them when he wraps his arms around you. And it doesn’t take you long to see images of those shoulders supporting his weight on top of you, as you grip onto them tightly. You bite your lip and smile a bit wider.

Every single one of his facial features looks perfect. You could truly never tear your eyes away from him.

You want to shift your position, so you take his arm and lay it on the mattress as to not twist it, and you move to lay on your side, much closer to him. George moves his face a bit, scrunching up his nose adorably, but doesn’t seem to have woken up just yet. The hand you moved to the mattress taps and moves around a bit, to make contact with your stomach again. Having found you, his arm snakes around your waist once more as George shifts in his sleep. It still doesn’t fail to warm your heart.

From your current position, you can see the alarm clock on George’s nightstand, noticing it’s not that early anymore. Getting a bit impatient, open the curtains with a flick of a wand, then you move your hand to the side of his face gently and stroke his cheek with your thumb, bringing yourself closer to your success - George stirs a bit.

“Good morning, my love,” you say softly, trying to wake him up as gently as possible.

His face moves a bit and after a few seconds, his eyes open slightly. He smiles his morning smile upon seeing you, then turns his head a bit to kiss the palm of your hand.

“Morning,” he replies, groggily.

George shifts from his stomach to his side and closer to you, wrapping both of his arms around you and resting his chin on top of your head. You return the embrace, bury your face in his neck and cherish the feeling of his chest against yours, and his bare skin underneath your fingers. As you lie like that, you begin to stroke your fingers against his back, your husband’s response is to bring you even closer.

You press your lips against the skin of his neck and soak the feeling in. He hums encouragingly once you start pressing delicate kisses on his skin. There isn’t a sound in the world you love more than his voice, and hearing it in the morning, vibrating directly from his Adam’s apple completely melts you.

“I don’t remember being that good to deserve this,” he jokes, when your kisses turn open-mouthed, going up his neck to his jaw.

Pushing him down gently to lie on his back, you hover your face close over his. It’s too late for you now, you put yourself into this situation – giving yourself a taste of him, now you won’t be able to leave the bed until you’re full. Looking into his eyes, you see them tempting you, as a familiar smirk graces his lips.

Keeping eye contact, his hands slide down your sides, to grab one of your legs and move it so that you’re straddling him, then back up, underneath your nightshirt to caress your thighs and bum. “Why don’t we take this off, hmm, Princess..?” he demands softly, grabbing the hem of the shirt, to then pull it up and off of you, leaving you in your panties alone.

“Better now, isn’t it?” he notes, glazing his eyes over your chest. “A bit,” you reply, placing your hands onto his, resting on your ass, making him give it a good squeeze.

Two seconds later, you’re flipped onto your back. George kisses you hungrily, massaging your thighs that are wrapped around his hips, moving up to caress your sides delicately with his fingertips, sending tingles throughout your body, to then take care of your breasts skilfully.

Breaking the wet kiss you can feel his saliva left behind in your mouth, guessing your cunt must be just as wet by now. He kisses his way down your neck and throat, sucking and biting gently.

Your arms fly up involuntarily, gripping onto the pillow above your head and pushing up your chest to him, the thought alone of his mouth on your nipples almost allows you to feel that sensation.

He smiles against the skin of the valley of your breasts, then his tongue slides over to one of them, taking a nipple into his mouth. Your audible moan graces his ears, encouraging him to continue, as your grip onto the pillow tighter. But you feel the need for him underneath your fingertips move your hands to his shoulders and head, raking your fingers through his hair.

“Does my girl want me to make her come like this?” he asks, breathing hotly onto your skin. “Maybe later, Georgie, I want you to fuck me now,” you reply breathily, daydreaming about his cock finally stretching you out. “Fine, but I’ll hold you to it,” he says, pushing himself up to kiss you shortly, then slide your panties off your legs. Holding them up for a second, he tuts.

“Absolutely soaked,” he says in fake disbelief, then tosses them aside before taking his boxers off.

Holding onto the base of his cock, leaking with precum, he slides it through your folds eliciting desperate whimpers out of you. Then he slips just the tip inside, watching your face intently, before pulling it out again.

Using your legs, you push his body down, so that he’s holding himself above you again, threatening him with your gaze.

“Fine, fine,” he chuckles, positioning himself again. “My sweet, spoiled princess,” he calls you, before slowly pushing himself deep inside of you with ease. He calls you spoiled, but his moan is just as loud as yours once he feels your walls around him. He pulls out halfway to then push himself back in even deeper, getting almost all of his length in.

You can reach one of his hands so you take it in yours, prompting him to connect the other too – intertwining your fingers on both sides of your head, before he starts to move.

Studying you carefully, he quickly finds just the right spot, setting a rhythm that has you clenching around him in no time. You push your thoughts away from your orgasm, wanting to stretch that sweet sensation out as long as possible. As more time passes, you feel all of your muscles clenching, trying to keep yourself from going over the edge, yet you can hear George’s panting and grunting increasing right next to your ear.

“Georgie, are you close?” you manage to get out, tightening your grip on his hands. “Mhm,” he murmurs, “you’re about to come, aren’t you, baby? Come on now, for me,” you hear, before your orgasm washes over you like a tide, making you arch your back with a loud moan, pressing yourself closer against his chest.

George starts fucking into you harder, but sloppier, before he rolls his hips against yours, cumming inside you.

It takes both of you a moment to get back to your senses as George is lying on top of you. When you catch your breath, George pulls out of you to lie on his back, pulling you onto his chest. You feel drained of all energy, already thinking of spending a few more hours in bed.

“Good thing it’s Sunday,” George points out, content.

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breakyeol · 3 years

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buzzed

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┗ pairing: baekhyun x reader

warnings: pain :’)

a/n; I’m hurting. you’re hurting. we’re all hurting. this is how I cope. this is also cheesy and gross but I’m in need of a little cheesy and gross rn okay so leave me be. ALSO ik baek is doing public service so he’ll basically be home every night but FOR THE DRAMATICS let’s pretend otherwise.

“Byun Baekhyun, stay still! You’re going to make me mess up!”

“I– I’ve changed my mind! I’m not doing this!” Panic laces his voice as he lurches upwards, desperate to get away from the threatening buzz of the electric razor.

“You have to!” You hiss, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him back into the chair.

His hands fly to his head, protectively covering his head of full brown hair. “I can’t!” He shrieks, staring at you wide eyed through the mirror in front of him.

“You don’t have a choice!”

“But I—”

“No buts! I am shaving your head and that’s final.” You pause, before cocking a mischievous brow. “Unless you’d like me to go get Sehun? I’m sure he’d be just ecstatic to take a razor to your pretty little head.”

Baekhyun grimaces at the mere thought of it, a shiver of fear rippling down his spine at the thought of what kind of damage the maknae would do to his poor hair.

“Fine,” he huffs, defeated, slumping back into the chair, “just… just get it over with.”

A triumphant smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you flick the on switch of the sleek black razor which buzzes to life in your palm. Baekhyun swallows thickly at the horrible sound, hands gripping the armrests so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He takes a sharp breath when the clippers finally make contact, squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as he can

You work in silence, carefully maneuvering the razor over his head. With each diligent stroke, more and more his thick hair falls, some into his lap, most onto the floor. The tension occupying his body is visible in his stiff, raised shoulders and the incessant bouncing of his legs. Your free hand drops, laying reassuringly across the juncture of his neck as your thumb traces light circles into his warm skin. It seems to help a bit. His legs stop bouncing.

It didn’t take very long. You should’ve expected as much, but it still took you by surprise just how easy it was.

Slowly, you flick off the razor, the room falling silent without its relentless hum.

“Done.” You finally speak, voice was little more than a whisper. Any louder and you’re certain it would shatter like glass in your throat.

Baekhyun doesn’t open his eyes, nor does he release his vice-like grip on the armrests.

“It’s looks horrible… doesn’t it?”

You glance at him in surprise, before sighing. Making your way in front of him, you lean over, placing your hands gently on top of his. Baekhyun flinches slightly at the contact, his head tipping up instinctively.

“Byun Baekhyun,” you hum softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss between his furrowed brows. He exhaled a shaky breath, umber eyes fluttering open to find yours as you drew away, look down at him with nothing but the warmest of affections.

“You couldn’t look horrible if you tried.”

A shy blush rose to his cheeks, and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your lips.

“Now, tell me what you think.” You chirped, swinging around to stand behind him once more so that he could see himself in the mirror.

“Oh god. I do look weird, you liar.” He whined, running his fingers through the what little remained of his hair, a familiar pout down turning the corners of his lips.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “You do not.”

“I do.” He insisted, face twisted in distaste.

“You don’t!”

“I do!”

“Okay, yeah, you look a little weird.”

“Yah!”

“Kidding, kidding.” You giggled, dodging his hand as he took a swat at your arm. Huffing, he attempted to shrug you off as you wrapped your arms around his, chest, but you only held on tighter, laughing lightly while he squirmed and kicked up a fuss.

After a bit of playful wrestling, he finally relaxed into your embrace, eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror. It feels strange seeing himself like this. It makes everything feel way more… real. Enlistment had always been something to worry about in the future. But, now it was actually happening. He had a goddamn buzz cut and within a number of hours he’d be heading off to the training center. Talk about getting backhanded, curb stomped, and kicked in the balls by reality.

“You’ll wait for me?”

The question was unexpected. You cocked a brow, pressing your cheek to the top of his head, the unfamiliar pickling of his freshly buzzed hair rough against your skin.

“Why do you say that like it’s even a question?”

He hesitates. “I just— I know two years is going to feel like a long time. And I know it sounds selfish but I— I don’t think I could take it if you didn’t. I want you to wait for me. Please… wait for me.”

“Two years?” You scoff, propping your chin on his shoulder as you grin at him impishly through the mirror in a way that you hope hides the painful aching of your heart. “Two years is nothing. Two years is going to fly by in the blink of an eye.”

He giggles as you press a playful kiss to his sensitive neck, shoulder jerking at the ticklish sensation.

“For you,” you continue, voice suddenly softening, “two years is worth the wait.”

Baekhyun presses his lips together, eyes suddenly glassy. “You mean that?”

Your heart throbs as his voice breaks.

“Of course.” The steadfast resolution in your voice has a hoarse, tearful laugh breaking from his quivering lips, his hand curling around your wrist and squeezing tightly. You feel your own eyes beginning to burn as he suddenly turns, nuzzling his face into the space just below your jaw. A shuddering breath rushes over your skin and then you feel the first splash of wetness against your shoulder. You rush to cradle the back of his head, gently caressing his warm cheek as he sobs weakly into your neck.

“Why are you crying, Baek?” You barely manage to get the question out without choking up.

“I’m gonna miss you.” He whimpers, hands fisting tightly at the fabric of your top. “I already feel like we’ve lost so much time. How am I gonna go two years without you?”

Clenching your jaw, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat and knock your forehead lightly against his. “I’m not going anywhere. And just think, when you get back, we’ll have all the time in the world to make up for what we lost.”

Baekhyun nods at your comforting words, sniffling noisily.

“Besides, you know what Junmyeon says.”

“Oh god please don’t—” he groans, hands flying to cover his face, already sensing what was coming.

“If you’re happy to wait…” you lean in close to his ear, whispering as airily as you can, “then it’s love.”

“Don’t speak to me ever again.”

You bark out a laugh, taking an immense about of pleasure in the way he glowers at you in disgust. But honestly, you were just glad he wasn’t crying anymore.

“They are wise words spoken by a wise man.” You wink, smiling at him cheekily.

“How about I shove my wise foot up your wise—”

“Hyung!” Both of your heads whip in the direction of the door, surprised to find Sehun peeking his head in, “are you guys done y—” his jaw drops when his eyes land on Baekhyun.

“Oh my god you’re bald.”

The older boy hissed, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. “I’m not bald! It’s just a buzz cut! There’s a difference!”

“Yeah, not much though.”

“You brat—”

A bright smile breaks across your lips at the duo’s familiar, brotherly bickering, warmth blossoming in your chest. At least, you know some thing will never change.

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kashimos-hajime · 3 years

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gold dripping down your wrist (2/8) | r.b.

summary: His breath flutters against your skin, and you wonder if he feels your heart tripping over in your chest. Or, despite every instinct telling him to run, Reiner gives in.

WARNINGS: ptsd nightmares, swearing, slight angst, otherwise,,, hmmm relatively unscathing besides a whole lot of yearning. dont worry next chapters will be sad as hell! pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader word count: 5.4k

a/n: hehehe biting my lip like a chad for isabel ( @luciilferss )

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Shooting up in a silent scream, your hand flies to your neck as the last remnants of your nightmare dissipate. Breath coming in sharp, rapid inhales, you glance around the barracks and find no one else awake. Soft snores fill the room, and you shake your head to yourself, rubbing at your eyes.

No good to fall back asleep, now.

Your entire body covered in cold sweat, you pluck at the front of your shirt, fanning yourself out as you swing your legs off the bed. A chill travels up your pants and through the holes of your shirt as you glance out the windows. Lunar light is streaming through but the moon itself is already fading. You get up, meandering over to the windows to look out. Some of the Scouts are on guard duty, as always, but other than that—tranquility.

So weird to think they have that when outside the walls, it’s a lawless land.

Leaning forward, you move until your nose nearly touches the glass, and someone else in the room shifts with a grunt. You look over your shoulder, trying to decipher the shadows when a rough voice calls out right next to you.

“Creampie?”

Slapping a hand over your mouth so you don’t scream, you look down. Reiner.

“What are you doing up?”

“Did I wake you?” you question warily, and he leans into the moonlight, squinting at you as he rubs at his face. Shaking his head briefly, he studies you with a narrowed glare and you almost want to shift back into the shadows at the perpetually annoyed expression on his face but you’ve learned that he just looks like that. “You can go back to sleep.”

“Are you cold? You look like you’re shivering.”

“No, I’m okay.” Liar. You think even your bones are chattering.

He sits up, tossing his blanket off. “I can get you another blanket from the supply closet,” he mutters wearily. Standing, he pushes himself up and nearly into your personal space but he stops right in front of you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “C’mon. Back to bed.” He flashes a quick smile before brushing past you and words bubble inside your throat as you turn to watch him sink back into the darkness.

You whisper after him: “I had a nightmare about Marco.”

It is all it takes to make Reiner freeze. He turns around immediately, and you see his eyes before anything else. Wide with guilt, with grief. You lower your own head in shame.

“I’m sorry. I know I should try to move on, but he died all alone. It’s all I can think about. He must’ve been so scared” Keeping your tone as quiet as you can, you turn your face back to the night as he returns to your side. You stare at the stars and point absently at the one twinkling down at them both. “This older kid at the farm used to tell me all that every new star is another soul joining the heavens. Do you think…” Your arm falters and a weak sigh pushes past your lips as Reiner catches your falling hand in his own. You feel the calluses on his palms against your fingers as you swallow tightly. “Maybe that one is Marco?”

Your fingers interlace with Reiner’s as he wraps an arm around your waist, and you let him pull you towards him as he presses a rough kiss against your brow. The motion makes your entire being freeze in motion as he sighs, lowering his head. His breath flutters against your skin, and you wonder if he feels your heart tripping over in your chest. The tip of his nose brushes along your forehead, before he lets go of your hand, and you feel like ice digs into the fingers when his heat leaves. His arm around your waist falls and your head ducks.

The moment’s passed.

“That’s a good way to see it.” Stepping away, you watch his figure slouch, the way his shoulders cave in, and you can’t help the next words that come out.

“I miss him. All the time. Him. And Thomas. Mina. Like they’re watching me on my shoulders, weighing me down. I can’t see them,” you continue, “but I feel them. All the time. I’m doing everything wrong and I’m letting them down.”

“Hey, don’t think like that,” he commands sternly, eyes flashing up to meet yours. It’s chilling, how much you’re inclined to believe him, but you don’t even nod as he grasps your shoulder. “You did what you could, alright? You just keep going, one foot in front of the other. You were one of the best in our class.”

“I wasn’t even top ten,” you snort.

“Grades doesn’t make a soldier. Annie should’ve told you that it was all bullshit,” he says and you wince to yourself, lips pressing together You know he’s partially right, but you don’t have the strength to argue the rest. Guiding you back to bed, Reiner gently pushes you back down onto the cot and you fall back, lacing your fingers over your stomach.

Craning your head up at Reiner, you look at him looming over you, silhouette outlined in silver. He stares down at you, his expression shrouded, and you wonder what he’s thinking in that mind of his.

Your hand lifts from your stomach, and taps on the open space beside you. A soft thump-thump, like your pulse, like an invitation.

He turns away to glance back at the bed, and the moonlight hits his pale face blindingly. Squinting, you try to discern what emotion plays at his face as a sinking sensation begins to drag at your insides.

He’s going to walk away, a voice inside crows. Who do you think you are? Seducing the guy you have a crush on? As if.

You want to take it back. Excuse it as a moment of weakness. A brief, Can we forget I just did that? They could just move on with their lives knowing some lines are better left uncrossed.

But then, there is a weak: “This one time, alright?”

Every word turns to dust in your mouth.

He turns back to you before you can respond and crawls into the space next to your own. Your heart lurches in your chest as he settles beside you with a silent groan.

He lifts an arm and you scoot closer, your head resting on his shoulder. Ear pressing into his chest, the soft thunder of his heart fills your entire body as he pulls you tight. Glancing up at him, you watch as his eyes slide shut tightly.

Your own face crumples and you bury it in his chest. “She’d say,” you continue on quietly, “that the the brightest stars were the fiercest warriors.” He stiffens as you twist the fabric of his shirt in a tight fist and your stomach twists as you try to find the words. The shadows are closing in on you, and you can only anchor yourself to the arm swathed around you as you whisper his name. “I was pretty much all alone after she left to find work a few years back. It’s part of why I joined the corps, but I heard she’s back there, now, and—”

“Don’t. Don’t tell me.”

What?

Head jerking up to look at him, you meet a strong jaw clenching in a sharp scowl. His hand on your arm traces smooth circles and a drowsiness begins to flood your senses as he lets out a soft groan, rolling onto his side and pulling you flush against his chest. A leg slipping between his, you tilt into his chest as his arm wraps around your waist and it’s so tight you can barely breathe. Your arms crushed between their chests, your fingers twist the collar of his shirt and your nose brushes his chin when you shift against him.

“It just makes all this harder,” he explains hoarsely.

A heat blooms in the small distance between their bodies as you nod. You understand.

The wooden bedframe creaks beneath their weight as the hand on your back migrates to your shoulder blade and he buries his face in the plane of your shoulder. The searing skin of his temple against your jaw and your stomach in knots, you nuzzle yourself closer.

“I really am sorry for waking you,” you whisper, freeing your arms so you can loop them around his neck, thread your fingers in his hair but he doesn’t acknowledge your words. Their every breath is shared, and you swear their hearts are touching through the thin walls of their skin and sinew.

A gentle wave crashes over you when he hooks his fingers onto your shoulder, so unbearably close that you wish he’d either come closer or push himself away. You want to sink into his chest, hold onto him for the rest of the night as your eyes begin to flutter shut. His arms tightening around you, you think for a moment, you can finally relax. He’s just so warm.

“I know since Annie joined the MPs, there’s a sort of emptiness in you. You miss her. I get that.” Reiner lifts his head, arms withdrawing a bit. “I’m okay with you using me to fill whatever space she used to, but I can’t—” You hear a soft inhale above and you look up. You wonder if he can feel your racing heart under his palm. He’s already looking at you, and when your eyebrows rise in silent question, he shakes his head and looks away, lips curling into a scowl you barely see in the darkness. “I can’t.”

You can’t what, Reiner? Why won’t you look at me?

Then, he shivers, eyes shutting tight as he ducks his head again, and his cheek presses against your temple. Your eyes widen when his arms seem to pull you infinitely closer. “Shit.” More softly to himself: “Never mind. I’ve gotta go back to my bunk.” His breath is warm against your skin. A shudder shoots through you. “I can’t sleep in your bed.” A squeeze of your waist. Your leg slides against his thighs and he only hugs you tighter. “This isn’t right. I shouldn’t—”

“I’ll let go in a minute,” you tell him softly.

Hs hand flattens along the top of your spine, spreading as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t catch you. Cradling your head, his hand burns your skin.

When you wake up, it is alone to a mattress underneath your back, but Reiner waits until everyone leaves the room before he kisses your cheek good morning. It’s a one-time occurence, you know, but still, it’s nice.

Walking towards the edge of the internment zone, Reiner spots the newspaper cart milling with people, no doubt buying the new papers relaying the Marleyan victory in Fort Slava. The crowd is cheering to one another and his hands roll into fists as the line shifts forward. Meandering nearer, he can’t help but think of Paradis.

It was nothing like the hell they’d described. There were just tall walls, and people. Sure, they were behind a couple of years, technology wise, but they were relatively the same.

One thing that’s different though, was that there had never been the need for papers within the Walls. And if there was news to relay, you would come with the fresh news from Section Commander Miche, or Captain Levi. He’d always read your face as you gave the news—if your eyes still had a spark in them, that meant it had to have a hint of good news.

And you had been so relieved once you reached Utgard Castle you had hugged him so tight that he couldn’t breathe when he caught those eyes glimmering in the dawn. He remembers holding you tight against him with his ‘uninjured’ arm and the way you had just…

You had gone to him first. Not Bertholdt, not Connie.

Him.

And he had gone to you first, when he had seen you swaying in your seat atop a horse who hung his head low. He couldn’t even remember anything else, except seeing you and breaking away from his group, galloping towards you and Bertholdt. You were bloody, a corpse sitting up—his entire body had felt his heart drop into the depths of his stomach, the seizing in his gut. Even after he had thrown your confession into the dirt, stepped on it, told you it couldn’t be—he had betrayed that all in an instant seeing you with Death’s hand on your shoulder.

Shit.

He used to be so much stronger. How else could he still let you go for a mission that’s brought him nothing but ghosts?

“Excuse me.” The words pull out of his mouth as soon as he feels someone collide with his arm. Something falls and his hand shoots out to catch it before it can crash to the ground, his other hand grasping onto their bicep. Paper crunches and he straightens up, immediately finding who he bumped into. Purple hat shrouding a ducked head, she doesn’t look at him, frozen in space. You, he thinks dazedly. You again. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he continues quietly. “Are you alright?”

A short nod, and then she breaks off, clamping a hand over a plum sleeve where a white armband rests, taking off past him, back deeper into the interment zone. Reiner glances down at his fist, at the paper still clutched tight in his own fist, and his head shoots back up to search for the figure.

Gone. Shit. How did they even disappear so quickly? The road behind him stretches for a distance that would take more than two damn seconds to cross.

Fitting a palm to his brow, Reiner’s expression tightens as he looks down at the paper and he sighs, whipping it open to the sight of their so-called victory.

He’s seeing things. He’s… he’s just tired, and tormented. That’s all. Even the letters of the paper look a bit strange to his straining eyes, and he sighs, lifting his head again to look at the empty road behind him.

“This is really crunchy,” you mumble. Krista smiles, pleased. Swinging the axe you’d been using to chop wood into the stump, you swallow and set a hand on her blonde head, rubbing it fondly before taking another bite. “Where’d you get this? We haven’t gone to town this week.”

“Bertholdt, Connie, Sasha and Armin went to go pick some fruits surrounding headquarters while Eren trains. I thought I’d bring some back for you gys.”

“That’s nice.” You grin, taking another bite and letting out a noise of surprise when juice dribbles down your wrist. Good thing your sleeves are rolled up. “You should take one to Captain Levi. I think apples are his favourite.”

“How do you know that?”

“Who doesn’t like apples?”

Krista shrugs as another shape lumbers over to you.

“What’s going on over here?”

“Reiner, catch.” You grab an apple from Krista’s basket and fling it at the guy who catches it easily with a grin. Taking a bite, his eyebrows rise and you laugh as a delighted expression spreads over his face. “Good, right?”

He nods. His whole body is coated in a fine layer of sweat, the evidence of his labour staining the front of his shirt as he stops next to you. Your heart stutters at the heat radiating off his skin as he looks at Krista. His shoulders rise and fall with his breath, and you swallow to yourself, taking another bite of your apple so you have an excuse to keep your mouth shut.

“You should bring some to Eren and the others,” he suggests. “They’ve been working hard.”

“I will.” Smiling charmingly, the blonde girl adds that there’ll be some left in the mess hall later and waves, departing. You watch her go with another crunch of your apple and you let out a small sound when golden juice dribbles down your wrist. Without thinking, you lift your arm to your mouth, sucking the trail off before it can continue down to your elbow. Something burns into your cheek, and you turn your head.

Catching Reiner staring at you, a mortified feeling strikes through you and you let out a choked sound, dropping your hand. Averting your eyes, you stammer, “Sorry. Habit. Not used to people watching me eat. Mostly ate during work hours back home, so…”

His lips pull into a flustered smile. “N-No. That’s fine. You worked on a farm, right?”

“Yeah. With other orphan kids.” It was so lonely. You look up at him bashfully and he rubs the back of his neck with a hand as he bites into his apple. Unable to help the pleased tone seeping into your voice, you say, “You remembered.”

“Of course I did. You mentioned it,” he replies, waving it away, looking away. His face is red, and you squint against the sun. “You said there was an older kid there. Talked about the stars.”

“Yeah. Yeah, she was like family. Until I joined the corps and met you, Bertholdt, and Annie, that is. You guys just… I dunno.” You rub your elbow, smiling at him. “Times like these make me miss Annie. She’s a better friend than everyone gives her credit for, y’know? We always said when the time came we would work together in the MPs.”

“Uh-huh.” Reiner looks away, eyebrows furrowed together. “It’s getting hot.”

“Yeah.” Your brow crinkles but you let his diversion slide. “We should take a break.” You gesture to the shade nearby and he takes the lead, heading over to collapse against a tree. You rotate the apple between your fingers, you take another bite, nose wrinkling as a wind sweeps against your face.

They continue to eat in silence, not much to be sad. Your heart begins to slow, even as Reiner shifts closer, one of his knees bent, the other crooked flat on the cool grass. Smiling to yourself, you just watch the sun touch everything you can see, and in times like this, of absolute nothingness, you can finally remember how beautiful the world is.

The sky is blue enough to drown in, the clouds are infinitely fluffy, and the grass gleams white underneath the heat. Even if you’re sweating your skin off, the wind is cold like a kiss, and you feel a delighted shiver course through you.

“It’s so beautiful,” you sigh. “The world. I wish we could see more of it, but what we have here… I think I take it for granted. How truly perfect it all is.”

“Yeah.” His voice rasps against your ear and you inhale the summer wind deeply once again, feeling it fill up your entire chest. “I think I do, too.”

Looking at Reiner, your lips part in a response before rough fingers cradle your chin and tug you forward. Apple core falling to the ground, your arms crumple against a strong body and you barely resist holding him with your sticky hands as a mouth presses against yours. Body melting against his own, your stomach flutters and you let out a soft moan as his hand travelled along your chin to cup your face, thumb stroking your cheek. His other hand rests on your knee and your eyes slide close as a tongue traces the seam of your lips, dips in tentatively. Arm wrapping around his neck, you pull him in deeper by the crook of your elbow and sigh into his mouth.

The soft warmth floods your entire body, cools you down somehow, and you swear you can’t feel the ground beneath your legs. Hours seem to pass—the gust caresses your sweaty skin, the leaves seem to chime.

It’s idyllic.

It’s perfect.

It’s only a few beats more before he draws back sweetly, hand falling away from your face and he searches your expression.

“You, uh, missed a spot,” he whispers hoarsely, clearing his throat and drawing back. Smiling dopily to yourself, you wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand but not even that can erase the tingling sensation spreading through your face. Looking into your lap, you chew on your bottom lip, trying to prevent the ginormous smile from spreading while he leans back against the tree, looking out into the distance.

“Hey!” Heads jerking up, the two Scouts spot Ymir glaring at them by the entrance to the headquarters. “Didn’t know some of us were having a day off!”

Mikasa carries a near-passed out Eren into the building while Section Commander Hange and Section Commander Miche wave them, gesturing for them to come back in. You sit up straighter and Reiner lets out a displeased grunt as you tear up some grass by your leg.

“Get that wood and get back in here,” Miche calls. “That’s more than enough for the week.” You find yourself nodding as Reiner pushes himself to his feet and you look up as he walks back into the sun. Their superiors head in, but Ymir lingers, watching them, and you stare back until she seems to let go of her crossed arms, shake her head, and turn back inside.

You blink. Scrambling after Reiner, you catch up with him and wait to see if he’ll see anything. When he only steps towards your pile of firewood and slings the frame to hold bundles of firewood in onto his back, your hand shoots out before you can stop yourself.

He stiffens at your touch.

“Shouldn’t we talk about what just happened?” you ask quietly, a swirling sensation swimming in your chest. Confusion tinted everything as Reiner pauses, glancing at you out of the corner of your eye. “We… kissed just now.”

He ducks his head, lips curling back in a grimace. “Yeah. We did.”

Pangs hitting your chest, you take a step away from him as he bends down to collect the firewood. The sun’s already beating down on the back of your neck as you glance at the pile of wood. “Do you not like me?”

“What?” He freezes mid-way through grabbing another bundle and you busy yourself with slinging your own carrier onto your back. Your body is burning, and it’s not because of the sun.

“I like you, Reiner, but… if you don’t like me, then I’m okay with pretending that never happened.”

“Of course I like you. You’re a great friend and soldier and—”

You shoot him a furtive look before putting it bluntly: “I like you in the way that I want you to kiss me like that all the time.”

The silence that follows will haunt you for the rest of your life. Your heart pounds in your skull, echoing like the sound of death drums before his shoulders slouch forward and he sighs heavily. You stand upright, head tilting and he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you towards him.

This time, it’s almost devouring the way he kisses you—messy, and warm, and his thumb brushes the underside of his jaw as you bend into his chest, your hands fisted, twisting his shirt at his waist tightly and you barely hear the words he murmurs into your mouth over the pounding of your heart.

“You’re so pretty—“

Panting, he kisses you again and again as you crumple in his arms and you can’t help the stupid smile on your face as you kiss him back, quick punches that last an eternity until they rip themselves off each other. More, Reiner stumbles back, and you tear yourself off of him, just so they remember how to breathe.

Your lungs scrambling for air, your fingers press against your mouth as your gaze falls to the firewood, and Reiner’s heavy breathing can be heard just a few feet away as he falls to his hands and knees. Watching him, your heart cracks into pieces, and there’s a sinking sensation in your stomach.

Reality slams into you like a fucking horse.

“We shouldn’t,” he whispers hoarsely, fingers digging into the dirt. Your eyes wrench to him and he looks up at you harrowingly. “We’re soldiers. We shouldn’t. We could die tomorrow, next week on that expedition even, and this would be for nothing.”

Falling to your knees, you glance down at the dirt. “I like you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

You clench your jaw. Your gut cramps as you stare blankly at the grass. “So… what now?” you ask, chest lurching. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“I know. I just…” A harsh swallow. Your breath burns in your chest. A strange pain stitches into your ribs. “We should stay friends.” Everything inside you drains, and you nod, eyes not rising. Your lips still tingle with the sensation of his mouth against your own, and you swallow the hard knot in your throat, but it only lands like a boulder in your stomach. “It’ll hurt less.”

I don’t think it will, you want to argue. I’ll still want you just as much as I do now.

But you don’t say any of that aloud.

Instead, you try to make it sound joking as you murmur, “You’re the worst.” You flash him a quick smile that you hope dulls the edge of your words, but he merely looks at you numbly.

For a moment, Reiner’s hard frown slips into something more fragile, and he turns away with a hard swallow, whispering out a soft, “I know,” as he gets to his feet and gathers the rest of the firewood. Once his load is on his back, he half-turns to you and he looks at your hands rather than your face. “I’ll see you at the meeting.”

You wait until you can’t hear his soft footsteps cushioned by the grass until you pull yourself together. Lifting your face to the sun, wind chases away the heat clouding your cheeks, and soothes the swollen skin around your eyes.

Grabbing the wood, you rub at your face with the back of your hand and when you get back inside, Connie doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong.

Reiner pays the vendor and looks at his cousin, smiling uneasily as she bites into the sandwich. He wouldn’t have much more for the day if they kept going at the pace they’re going, and although he doesn’t mind (not that he could say no) a part of him just wishes he could go home. But Mom had insisted so Gabi could have some supervision and that he needed to get out, she wasn’t getting any younger and he’s so glum!

“You need to find a nice girl, Reiner.”

He doesn’t know what about his appearance when his mom walked into his bedroom screamed romance, but apparently it was what she read between a soaked shirt and wide eyes and pale skin.

He’d woken up in a cold sweat, as he does most days, but this time it’d been haunting.

Because it wasn’t flashes of blood, screams, the glint of metal underneath the grey sun. There was no yellow lightning, no deafening crashes.

It was almost like it wasn’t a dream. Trost had been so real, alive around them as you paid for the honeycomb and as you snuck a bite while you thought he wasn’t looking, he remembered…

The way his heart fluttered, the way he couldn’t stop looking you. There was not a moment he remembers your hand was far from his, when their elbows did not brush, when they left each other for a moment. When did he ever stop thinking about your hands, your laugh, the way you could send him into a flurry thinking what every other word you said meant?

“Reiner? You coming?”

Blinking, he looks over his shoulder to see the others already moving on. Pieck lingers near the back of the group, tilting her head at him and he clears his throat, pocketing his wallet and walking towards her.

He never meant for this. You were never meant to be more important than him than breathing. How does he carve away the prints you’ve left on his lips and eyes? Does he even want to? It’s hard to decide.

Sometimes, he wants to scratch you out of his brain just so you can stop laughing at him. Other times, he wishes he could dig inside his skull and put the memories together in a collage the shape of you just so he has someone to talk to.

“This is so good!” Gabi cries out as Porco sets a hand on her head and Reiner suppresses the smallest smile teasing at his mouth, but it feels tired, and he lets the urge melt away easily. Walking after them slowly, he watches the festival around them, so loud with clowns and buskers and people just talking to one another that it makes his head pound.

His legs feel like they’re about to give up, and his head is heavy as he trails after them.

“Eat slower,” Pieck censures as they migrate through a thicker crowd, “or you’ll get a stomach ache.”

“They might get a stomach ache either way,” Galliard teases. “Do you see how the slobs are eating?” Walking against the tide, Reiner makes sure he doesn’t knock anyone over going too fast in the opposite direction. The energy would be electric if he didn’t feel so bone-tired. Sun warming his face, Reiner lifts his chin to the sky just as the sound of someone’s voice teases his ear range and his head snaps to the sound, eyes widening.

Stopping in his tracks, he searches for the source and his eyes fixate on the same woman in the purple coat. His mouth opens on its own accord and his eyebrows furrow together as she pays the vendor. He tracks her figure with a quick sweep before turning away to make sure he isn’t trailing too far behind the others.

When he glances back, she’s gone.

Fucking ghost.

He shivers, catching up with the group.

“You’ve got something on your mind,” Pieck observes as he empties out his wallet for the last food stall of the afternoon. They’d just finished their slices of something the man had called pizza, and Gabi had insisted on dessert to finish the day. Explains why he’s standing in front of a portly woman who insists on the kids picking which tart they want.

“It’s fine, Pieck,” he assures, closing his wallet and slipping it back into his pocket, significantly lighter than this morning as Falco grabs a pastry glazed with honey and Reiner’s heart seizes in his chest at the golden sugar glistening in the warm sunlight. “They’re growing kids.”

“I don’t think it’s your wallet that’s the problem,” she says. Galliard grabs a tart with flecks of rose petals within the filling and glances over at the two and Reiner arches an eyebrow at the strangled expression on the guy’s face.

Weird, he muses to himself when Porco grabs another tart and begins to walk over to them.

“You seem a bit lost. Did something happen earlier?” Pieck probes. Reiner sighs, crossing his arms, watching the Candidates switch tarts so they can try all the flavours. It’s so effortlessly… innocent, in a sense, in that gesture. Shit, when’s the last time he ever felt like that?

Gold dripping down your wrist… “I can see you eating the honeycomb, you know?”

God, did he want to kiss you then.

“Nothing happened.”

Pieck frowns, but doesn’t argue it further as Porco finally reaches them.

“Which one do you want, Pieck?” he asks, not waiting for an answer before shoving the rose tart into Pieck’s hands. She smiles fondly, reaching forward to flick Porco’s forehead. Reiner rolls his eyes. “The lady said it’s a popular flavour with… the ladies.”

“Thank you, Pock.” She takes a big bite, the sugar glistening her lips and Reiner’s watching Porco’s face which only opens at the pure delight on their pretty little colleague. Mouth snapping shut, Galliard looks away as if that’ll help the faint redness of his ears, and Reiner shakes his head. He chews on his cheek to prevent the soft smirk edging onto his face before he claps Pieck on the shoulder and heads towards the kids.

Behind him, he hears a laugh that could only be Pieck’s followed by grumbling and harsh hushing that could only be Galliard’s.

When he glances over his shoulder, he swears he must’ve imagined Porco kissing the corner of Pieck’s mouth, sugary syrup on his lips, too.

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afriendlyblackhottie · 4 years

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Presents

Summary: it’s the day after Christmas and you still needed to give Chris his present.

Pairing: husband!Chris Evans x Black!Wife!Reader

Warnings: smut, anal, blowjob, squirting, doggy style, Daddy kink, swearing

(A/N: so... yeah. Idk what made me want to write anal, but... it happened. I’m so weird about anal personally, but the idea was hot so. Sue me. Anyway I have not edited this thing in the slightest. Reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

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You had been struggling to figure out what to get Chris for Christmas. He’d spent so much time taking care of you and buying you anything you could ask for. So you wanted to give him something back. Except what do you give a man that has almost everything.

You felt a little bad about having to give him his present so late. Christmas Eve had been so busy. You’d had to wrap presents and prepare dinner because as your first year as his wife you wanted to host. Which meant on Christmas Day the two of you were too busy and then too exhausted for you to give it then, too. So it was the day after Christmas and you were finally giving him his gift.

You.

It was a little self centered sure. Giving your husband you for Christmas, but there was something you’d never given him that he desperately wanted. He’d been such a good boy that you finally decided to give him the gift he’d been wanting.

You pranced down the stairs in the little red number you’d purchased. The pair of red bottom heels he’d gifted you for your birthday on your feet. He was more focused on whatever show he was watching. Didn’t even notice you until you came up behind him to start kissing along his neck.

“Mmm, someone’s a li-“ he was saying until he turned his head to see what you were wearing. You bit your lip as he looked you up and down. “Fuck.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” you cooed. As you kissed his cheek before moving to his neck. He seemed at a loss for words as you went around to the other side of face him so you could straddle his lap putting your Loboutain clad feet on either side of his legs.

His jaw was still dropped as his eyes trailed to your clevage. His hands went to your ass, squeezing at your flesh. “Damn,” he said.

“Like it?” You asked as your lips went to his neck.

“Oh I love it. You naughty little slut,” he said, smacking your ass.

You giggled, but kept kissing along his skin up to his earlobe that you nibbled into making him groan. Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt. You moved your hips, grinding into him. “If you’re good maybe you can make it on my naughty list.”

You got down on your knees. “Fuck you’re gonna be the death of me,” he said with a groan. You placed your chin on his thigh. He rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “You gonna suck my dick?”

You nodded with a pout trying to make your eyes look all big and innocent. Even though deep down you just wanted him to stuff your mouth with his cock. “Please, Daddy,” you begged with your mouth wide open.

He groaned softly because fuck was this a sight to behold. He pushed his sweats down his thighs and as soon as his dick came into view, it was like you’d lost your mind. It wasn’t very different than what you usually did. You liked when he used you as his own personal sex toy. That’s kind of what was going to happen right now.

You started licking the underside of his dick. Using the tip of your tongue to lick over his slit. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. He was staring down at you working his dick. Going to his balls so you could show them attention to.

You loved having your mouth on him. It didn’t matter if it was his lips, his cock, or his fingers, or even when you’d bite his arm as he fucked you from behind while you were flat on your stomach. So as you let him fuck your mouth you were pretty much in heaven. Moaning around him as you sucked and slurped.

He watched as you made a mess on his dick. Your spit coating his cock as you tasted his pre-cum. As good as it felt he didn’t want to cum yet, so he pulled you off because he wanted to fuck you properly.

He took his sweats off fully before picking you up to throw you over his shoulder. He smacked your ass then started jerking himself off as he walked upstairs. You knew you were in it for it and you were so giddy just thinking about it.

You bounced as he threw you on the bed. He took off his shirt and your mouth watered from seeing your man naked. You’d never get sick of seeing him like this.

He climbed on the bed, bringing his lips to yours. You kissed back with fervor taking his cock into your hand so you could start stroking him. Damn he was so thick your hand felt so little against him

“You gonna be my slut tonight?” He asked, slipping his fingers into the crotch of your outfit. “Let me fuck you however I want?”

“Uh huh,” you breathed.

“No, no, little bitch. Use your words. Tell me you want to be Daddy’s cockwhore.”

You bit your lip at his words. “I wanna be Daddy’s cockwhore.”

He groaned at the words this time because he really could have cum just from hearing you say that. “Such a nasty girl for me.” He started fingering your pussy. Kissing you again as he spread you right open. “Gonna be my bitch tonight, huh,” he said getting ready to fuck into you.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m always your bitch. My pussy needs you so bad.” You mewled.

“Got dressed up so cute for me,” he curled his fingers so they’d hit your spot. Then he took them out showing them to you all nice and wet from how he stuffed your pussy before pushing them into your mouth so you could lick them clean. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He flipped you over so he could smack your ass. That’s when he noticed it. “Wait.” He pushed the crotch to the side seeing the cute jeweled plug in your ass. “Fuck.”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy.” You giggled.

“You sure, Baby?” He asked, rubbing the globe of your ass.

You moaned, nodding your head. “Yes, Daddy. I know it’s a little late, but I want to give you my ass for Christmas.”

He groaned. “Fuck,” he repeated, licking his lips, pushing his fingers back inside your wet cunt. You cried out trying to move back against him. Not being able to wait anymore he pushed inside of you.

Your seat of your panties hugged your ass as he pushed in and out of you from behind. He couldn’t stop himself as he rammed into you. You two had pretty rough sex and yet he couldn’t remember a time where he was going this hard.

He grabbed one of your arms, twisting it behind your back so he could fuck into you even harder. Making your ass bounce back against him. Your eyes were watering. Pussy wrapped tight around his dick as it clenched around him. His cock was invading your cunt in a way you almost couldn’t believe.

He started rubbing your clit from behind. Trying to help you along to your first orgasm and it worked so well because fuck you came so hard. It didn’t stop him except he moved from your clit to the plug in your ass. “F- fuck,” you stuttered out from the force as he pulled it out, only to push it back in again.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned out for him. Taking him so deep you felt it at the top of your stomach. You weren’t sure if maybe your gift was making him want to put a baby in you, but fuck it felt like it.

At the same time it felt like he was fucking you like he hated you. Like you weren’t his wife. Like you were just some girl he needed to get out of his system. Like he may never get this chance again. Like you were someone he shouldn’t have been fucking. Someone he could degrade.

“Oh, Daddy. You fuck me so good,” you whimpered. He grabbed you by your neck to pull you up so he could moan in your ear. His other hand went back to your clit. He switched up his pace now fucking you with faster but more lingering thrusts. Like he’d move his hips all quick to thrust in, then pull out slowly.

He bit at your ear while you fondled your tits. All the sensations you were feeling at once was starting to get to you. You’d already felt so full from the plug.

Your orgasm was intense. A tingling in your stomach spreading through your body. He kept going for a few more thrusts before laying you down on the bed. He pulled out of you to start kissing down your body.

He flipped you over after getting on the bed. He kissed your lips all sweetly. Making you suddenly remember that you were his wife and not his whore. He nuzzled your nose with his. “Where’s your toy?”

You licked your lips trying to gather your thought. It was like he’d fucked you so hard you didn’t have any. “In there,” you said motioning with your head to the nightstand. He kissed your forehead before leaning over to grab it.

He placed it beside you before leaning down to kiss you again. “You sure? There’s no turning back.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You took a deep breath.

You took off your little outfit so he could have better access to you. He’d started prepping you pulling your plug in and out of you to make sure you were perfectly stretched. Then squirted the lube he’d also gotten out of your drawers onto the little hole. You were determined to take it. Wanting to give your man something you’d previously told him was off limits.

When he first started to push into you, he eased in. Your legs spread wide open as he still had you on your back. He leaned over you so he could kiss you again. “How you feeling, Honey?” He asked as he finally managed to get his cock inside of you.

You nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him. He rocked his hips trying to get you used to it. You started rubbing your clit because even though he was stuffed in your poor swollen pussy was begging for attention.

Chris looked down at you, groaning. He wished he could take a picture. Of you playing with your puffy pussy while he fucked your tight ass. “See I knew you’d like it.”

You nodded because he was hitting this really yummy spot inside of you. You could feel yourself getting close again. Chris was smiling down at you as he watched you take him. Fuck you were such a good little slut.

“Sluts like you always love having all your holes owned.” He moved your hand so that he could start rubbing your clit instead.

“You’re gonna make me...” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, juices squirting up. He doesn’t know how he held on after seeing that, but he kept fucking you. Then grabbed your toy to switch it on.

You screamed as he pressed it to your clit. It was on the highest setting and you weren’t sure if you could hold on. It quickly brought you to another orgasm. This one more dramatic, but fuck it felt so good. “Who owns your ass, Baby?”

“You do,” you whined. “It’s yours, Daddy.”

He pulled out so he could flip you onto your stomach. Wanting to make you cum one more time. You went back to rubbing your clit as he worked you from behind.

He smacked your ass while you cried into your pillow. Your body feeling like it was close to giving out. Feeling like he’d fucked you so good and stupid that all you could think about was letting him do what he wants to you.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he groaned. “Want me to cum in your right little asshole.”

“Yes,” you cried into your pillow.

“You gonna let me fuck your ass whenever I want.”

You nodded. “Fuck, yes.”

“I might not even use your pussy anymore after this. You gonna be my little anal slut if I tell you?”

“I am, Daddy,” you cried. “I am your anal slut.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groaned not being able to stop as he finally came inside of you. You followed quickly. This orgasm a little less intense after those first ones, but it still felt so good.

Chris cleaned everything up before climbing into bed with you. He rubbed your ass, trying soothe any soreness you might have. You curled into him wanting to be as close as you could be.

“Did you like it?” You asked him.

“You kidding me? I’m more in love with you than I was on our wedding night.” He chuckled, kissing your forehead.

You chuckled then hissed because your stomach felt like it was now aching too much from that. “Merry Christmas,” you yawned.

“Merry Christmas.” He sighed with this dopey smile on his face.

#Chris Evans smut #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x black women #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x reader

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Au-gust Prompt: Day Twenty - Dystopia

This is actually something I've been meaning to write for a while but I never got the inspiration for it (+ I always thought about it as a long fic, which I have no time for). BUT with the au-gust prompt right there telling me to write a shorter thing for it I decided to give it a go. Hope you enjoy this!

P.S.: Cassandra Nova is here but she isn't related to Charles.

P.S.²: This concept was inspired by this edit.

WC: 2k+

Charles woke up with a sigh, seeing the pale sunlight entering his room through the glass pane on the wall. As he turned his head to face it, eyes blinking to get used to the light, he saw the world outside from his small apartment.

There were green fields in the distance, the Wall standing tall but looking small from where Charles looked, and the sky was grey, thin clouds covering its blue, but the sunlight still reached him, hitting his pale skin but not warming it. It was the world he knew ever since he was a child, familiar and safe.

He couldn't understand, then, why it pained him to see that familiar view, and why the cold side of his bed felt wrong.

Charles looked at himself on the glass window of the small cafeteria where he ate, fork and knife in hands, frozen in the place his hands had stopped as he caught a sight of his reflection. There was something wrong with him, he knew that, although he couldn't remember what, couldn't pinpoint why his own reflection looked wrong, distorted. Blue eyes stared back at him, questioning him.

What is wrong, Charles? What is wrong? What is wrong?

There's a frown on my face, he noted to himself, immediately putting the frown away, wondering why he had a frown.

His eyes lowered, staring at the reflection of his wheelchair. For a quiet moment, he didn't remember how he ended up in it in the first place, what had caused him to need it. Around him, no one else had one, and Charles felt a quiet burst of something fill his body, as if suddenly the others would judge. He was different. He shouldn't be.

Remember to eat healthy, the dull voice said on the speakers around the cafeteria, Charles' eyes moving from his reflection to his food again, his mind quickly pushing back all the other thoughts to focus on his food, that dull sensation coming back to him after a few moments. No feelings again, as it should be.

Even so, Charles filed away another thing that was wrong with him.

Emotions.

"And how are you today, Charles?" Cassandra Nova asked in a plain voice, almost cold. Her eyes moved to look at him as he thought about his answer, hands moving to stay between his legs as he did so.

"Healthy, productive," he answered, because it felt like the right answer. The woman's expression didn't change. "But my- my back hurts today."

"We can't have that," she offered back, walking around the room towards a cabinet as Charles' eyes followed her. "I can give you one pill for the pain today, but, if it comes back, you'll have to come back another time. You know the rules- Civilians can't be in possession of drugs."

"Of course," Charles confirmed. Something about the way she looked at him made Charles feel that feeling again, the same one that overcame him in the cafeteria just the day before.

Fear, it was fear, somehow…

"Anything else you'd like to tell me?" She inquired, their eyes meeting again as she held the bottle of pills in hands.

Charles thought about it, staring at the woman, before shaking his head. "No, ma'am."

She didn't smile, no one there ever did, but for some reason Charles could clearly see what a satisfied grin would look in the woman's face.

Charles, the voice called, warm and familiar, sweet as nothing Charles had ever felt. Charles, where are you?

Charles.

Charles, wake up.

Charles, please.

Please, answer me.

My love…

Charles' eyes opened, the room dark as he took a deep breath, eyes looking at the room as if the voice had been all around him.

A dream. How odd.

He moved on the bed after a few moments, getting his chair to move towards the glass pane that showed him the world outside, his eyes instinctively looking at the Wall in the distance.

For some strange reason, Charles could swear that, even far away, and even with the darkness, there was someone standing at the top of the Wall, looking back at him.

"And how are you today, Charles?" Cassandra Nova asked, making Charles tear his eyes away from his reflection as he stared at the woman, something cold settling on his stomach at the question.

Her eyes looked cruel for a moment, even though he knew it was impossible; In her hands, she held Charles' pills like she was keeping them away from him.

"Fine," he replied.

"Fine?" She pushed, head tilting to the side for a moment. Charles nodded, not sure of his answer anymore.

"Fine," he repeated. "But in pain."

The woman stared for a moment, and Charles panicked at the thought she wouldn't give him the pill.

Panic. Fear. Dreams.

What is wrong, Charles? What is wrong? What is wrong?

When she offered him a pill, Charles held back a relieved sigh.

"Let's fix the pain, then," she muttered, her voice dark.

His chair moved through the pavement, his eyes set on his destiny — work, the one he had been in for most of his life now, the only one he'd ever have. Each day, Charles wondered why it felt wrong, why everyone else around him seemed to have the muscle memory to know where everything was, while Charles hesitated.

He stopped himself in the middle of a plaza, hands placed on his wheels to move them again, but unmoving. His eyes fell to his lap, a weird feeling taking hold of him.

He stared at the fountain in the middle of the plaza, the innocuous monument standing there as its water made noise where the only sounds were of the steps against the pavement.

He stared at the fountain, the ghost of an enormous pain making itself present at the base of Charles' spine, right at the scar on his back, although he didn't know why.

He stared at the fountain again, looking at its grey more intensely, his breathing coming in short all of the sudden.

He stared at the fountain, and he saw a dark stain against the concrete it was made of, faded but there, as if it hadn't been able to be fully cleaned. He could almost see it was red.

Charles, the voice called, lovely. Worried. Charles, we'll get you back- I'll bring you back.

Yes, Charles thought back in his dream, longing hitting him like a wave. He felt almost desperate, trapped. Please.

The voice hesitated, silent, and Charles panicked, until it was back, strong and determined.

Wait for me, it said, right before Charles woke up with his heart clenched, tears falling from his eyes as he tried to understand what was happening.

Emotions, once again. Strong and painful.

He understood why they had been taken from him and the others — what a burden, to feel.

"And how are you feeling today, Charles?" Cassandra Nova asked, Charles' eyes widening ever so slightly as he realized the shift in the question.

In her eyes, Charles could see she knew about his little secret that he had been able to hide for the past month.

She seemed unhappy.

"I don't-"

"Don't lie to me, Charles," she demanded, her voice making Charles' body tense up for a second. "I know when emotions are active on someone. When were you planning to tell me?"

"I thought they'd go away…"

She smiled then, but it wasn't kind, it didn't seem natural.

"They never go. Not on their own at least," she said quietly, moving towards the cabinet in the corner to take a syringe. "But with a little help and time…"

Remember to exercise, the dull voice said in the speakers as Charles followed the instructor's orders, arms and torso sore from the exercise, his back starting to give signals that it would hurt later.

A healthy body makes a healthy mind, the voice kept going, monotone.

Charles didn't look at his reflection on the window pane, nor the world outside.

"Come with me, Charles," a blonde woman said, her face serious and voice commanding. Something in her face made something stir deep inside Charles, a fog being lifted from his mind slowly.

He stared at her clothes, seeing the insignia that showed she worked for the Leaders. He barely could notice how they didn't fit her right, too wide on the shoulders, cuffs pulled back to let her hands free, as if it was someone else's.

"Of course," he finally answered with a nod, seeing her nod back.

They walked away from Charles' building, Charles following her obediently towards one of the older buildings on the outskirts of town — unused now, too unstable for someone to live in according to Nova; even so, he didn't frown.

Inside, it smelled of dust and mold, the first reaction from Charles finally showing in the form of disgust, his nose itching, a quiet spark of a doubt making itself present in his mind.

They entered one of the lower apartments, the place dark with the dusk and without the aid of lights to make seeing what was there easier. Charles noticed, whoever, the silhouette of a man next to the glass pane, standing there before turning around to look at Charles.

From far away, Charles couldn't see his face, but the man's form made an ache take hold of his body and mind. When the man walked towards him, hurried and seemingly desperate, the ache almost turned into agony.

"Charles," the man said, and his voice — the voice, the sweet voice from his dreams, who asked him to wait for him.

When the man's lips touched his, the agony felt less painful, but panic took over again as he pushed the man away, staring at him wide-eyed.

"Who are you?" Charles asked, his voice barely leaving his mouth.

There was silence, the man staring at him with desperate eyes that Charles could now see better now that he was closer. The man's mouth was thin, his jaw sharp and hair a mess, a stubble over his cheeks — Charles felt the panic of not knowing who that man was mixing with the relief of seeing him, emotions running through him again, painfully, making Charles wish they'd stop.

"They made you forget," the man muttered, more to himself than to Charles, and Charles' brow finally furrowed, trying to understand what the man meant. "They took that away from you… Charles, you don't belong here…"

The man's hands moved gently, holding Charles' face as his thumbs brushed against the skin of Charles' cheeks. The touch was calming but too much at the same time.

"This place- Tell me… Where were you born?"

"I'm… Here, I was- I was born here."

When the man shook his head, Charles' frown deepened, a chill running through his body.

"You're from outside the Wall," the man gently said, Charles' body tensing up for a moment. "You're from far away, Charles Xavier. You found me here, and you took me out. But they got you-"

"No-"

"Yes," the man nodded, his eyes moving to the blonde woman for a moment. When Charles looked at her, she seemed to be crying. "Yes, my love, it's the truth."

"You saved people, Charles," the woman said, voice shaky. "We breached the Wall and woke them up, brought them outside the Wall, where they could live."

"But I-" Charles tried, feeling his breathing short. "My memories-"

"Do you trust them?" The man asked again, and he looked afraid of Charles' answer.

After a few seconds, after he realized the answer was "no", Charles let out a shuddering breath. The man seemed to do the same, although his was a sign of relief.

"Let me take you home," his voice was gentle now, thumbs once again caressing the skin of Charles' cheeks. "Come back with me. Come back to me."

Charles stared at that man, whose eyes seemed more familiar now than the view he'd see outside his window; whose touch brought Charles emotions he couldn't even name.

With a shaky breath, Charles nodded. The smile on the man's lips and the tears in his eyes showed him relief and happiness; the feeling of his lips against Charles' felt like a promise of home.

#charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #cherik #raven darkholme #mystique #magneto #professor x #xmen #fanfic #writing

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 10)

Chapter Summary: What a day.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 7.1k

Warnings: mild angst, fluff, confrontation, mention to past relationships that might’ve been a bit toxic, crying, laughing.

A/N: I know, I’m not a fast updater! Thank you all for the patience, and I hope you guys like this chapter. I feel like a should warn you about the level of angst that might be below your expectations, this is me trying to write a romantic comedy, guys, bear with me, lol! Thank you to my sweet Les for always having my back. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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“Will you marry me?”

Those words replay in your head while your limbs go slack. Eddie kneels before you, diamond ring in hands and an expectant look on his face. You just stare at him, unsure of what to say or even what to feel among the huddle of sensations inside you… until one of them suppresses the others and your parted lips shut right before your jaw clenches. Anger.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Eddie?”

Completely taken aback by your snap, the man before you flinches and his shoulders drop while the little box shuts when his hand does.

“I-I…” he tries.

“No,” you cut him off, “Seriously,” you swiftly get up from the sofa, and he follows, “You broke up with me after one year or so without properly touching me or even talking to me,” you scoff, shaking your head, “And now you come here and fucking propose after months apart? Fucking propose, Eddie?” You repeat yourself, narrowing your eyes at him, “What the hell are you even thinking? That I would swoon and run to your arms just like that?” You snap your fingers, “That I was here just waiting for this moment?”

The man seems completely startled and lost in front of you, but in your outrage, you don’t find in you to care one bit, “I know I messed up,” he finally speaks, “I know it’s all my fault, I was lost, but this?” he lifts the little box, “This is it, I’m not lost anymore.”

You sigh, running your hand over your face, you put on a calmer voice as the anger guiding your actions and words so far starts subduing, “Listen, I was crushed when you broke up with me, I should’ve seen it coming, maybe I should’ve tried harder when I noticed the distance between us-”

“That’s not true, baby -”

“Eddie,” you raise a hand to interrupt him, “Let’s try to be honest to each other here for once. If there’s something I’ve learned is that we can never do wrong by being honest.”

There’s a crease between his eyebrows as he takes in your words until he breathes in and nods.

“We weren’t ok by the end of our relationship, this time apart made me see that much clearly now. I may have turned a blind eye to it all, but that’s the truth. We weren’t communicating, we were just going with the flow, and that’s on us. Both of us.” Your lips tighten and he keeps his attention on you, “But now…Maybe you didn’t notice or maybe you’re the one turning a blind eye for it now, but don’t you see the timing for this proposal is, in the least, a little off?”

“What? Why?” He tilts his face while the crease on his forehead deepens.

You let out a breath and walk to the sofa. He follows you and you both sit down again. A true and honest conversation with Eddie has been long overdue and you don’t think it’s time to keep postponing it, “We are broken up for months and you’re proposing to me not even two whole days after seeing me close to someone else… after trying to hook up with a woman you’d been flirting and not being able to go through…”

The bone on his throat bobs as he gulps and looks down to his lap.

“You may say this was enough to make you see you were wrong about the breakup and for distancing yourself, but this can’t be enough for a decision like that.” You nod towards the little box in his hand, “Those four months maybe haven’t been what you expected to be for you…And to be honest, they weren’t exactly what I expected to be for me, either,” you falter, but keep your head straight.

His head snaps back towards you and he just observes you for a brief moment, like he’s reading you anew, “What do you mean?” he asks quietly.

You’re not sure what you should answer to that when not even you have a clear understanding of what this time apart really meant for you. Your lips tighten before you speak, “You keep saying I’ve changed, maybe I did, I don’t know.” You shrug. “All I know is that I can’t accept your proposal. For the sake of us, Eddie. We can’t right the wrongs of our relationship just jumping to that,” you add, hoping that he would understand you.

His head drops and he takes in a shuddering breath, making your heart heavy. Your hands turn into nervous fists on your lap. He is important to you, there’s no way to deny that. Weeks ago it’s possible you wouldn’t even think twice or even consider the problems in your relationship before accepting the proposal with all your heart. But now, like you said, something has changed, something that made you realize all the problems in the path you two drove your relationship to.

Not to say that, in the deepest of your mind, there’s a chanting of another man’s name, a quiet but persistent echo. Still, you keep it aside for later deliberation. Now you focus on Eddie, the man you planned to spend a life with and who is before you, offering you to do just that and hearing a rejection from you.

His eyes close before he looks back at you, “Ok,” he nods, “I’m not saying I agree with all of that, but I accept your decision,” he sighs and you give him a small smile, “This is yours, though.” He takes your hands and puts the little box in it, shutting it so you can hold it.

Your mouth falls open while your eyes rounds, “Eddie, no, I can’t-”

“Please,” he urges, dragging himself closer to you, “This is yours. It doesn’t change by the fact you said no. Regardless if we stay together or not, I want you to have it, please,” he pleads, keeping his hand around yours, squeezing the little box tight in your hold.

The abandonment etched on his face is what makes you swallow dry and give him a small nod while your chest heavies, “Ok,” you whisper, “But- but it doesn’t change anything, Eddie,” you make sure to add.

He smiles a breathy smile and withdraws his hand from yours, letting you keep the box while you pull your hand, “I know, it’s ok… Can I ask you one more thing, though?”

“Alright,” you agree.

“You said you don’t wanna jump to marriage, that it can’t right the wrongs of our relationship. But…is there a chance for us at something in the middle? I mean, is there a chance for us to work things out?”

Your eyebrows dart high on your forehead. The question causes a cold pinch in your stomach. You think about all the time you spent together, all the hopes and dreams, the struggles, the good and the bad… Right now, if you dig into yourself and your feelings, he may not feel like the obvious choice for you, but there was a time, not so long ago, that he was and it felt right. You have to respect that, don’t you?

“Listen Eddie,” you speak softly, after clearing your throat, “Maybe we can start by seeing each other more frequently?” Your forehead scrunches after you present your offer, not sure how he’s going to take that. “We can keep talking, not holding back on things we have to say to each other, being honest… We can try to be friends for now, or something like that? And then we see how it all goes?”

“Friends?” Eddie snickers, “We were never friends.” He lets out a skeptical snort.

You shrug, “We can try… I don’t know… All I know is I’m not ready for more now and I need some time to put my thoughts together, and I think you need that, too.”

After just looking at you for a second, he puts on a small smile and covers your hand with his, “Alright. All the time you need. But now, just… let me…”

You watch when he leans over and moves his lips close to yours. After placing a hand on the nape of your neck, he waits for a reaction of some sort, but when you offer none and just stares at him, he kisses you.

Your eyes shut after a few seconds. It feels weird and familiar at the same time if that even makes sense. There’s a longing behind the gesture, a longing that makes your heart beat a bit faster… An urge grows in you, a tingle, a crucial need to...

Pulling away, you quickly turn your face to the other side before covering your mouth with you forearm and setting free the sneeze that was bubbling inside you.

You sniff and, with a frown, turn to a comically taken aback Eddie, “Alright, if we’re going to be around and honest with each other from now on, I’m sorry but you’ll have to get rid of that damn perfume.”

“Really? But you loved that perfume.”

Your lips form a thin line and you raise an eyebrow.

Realization dawns on his face, “Oh…I guess you didn’t.”

~~~

After promising you the perfume wouldn’t be a problem anymore, Eddie leaves with the compromise of calling you for a coffee soon. You realize you two never really talked about the condo and you wonder if that has anything to do with him being sure you two would end up together again.

If that’s the case, you’re definitely not as sure as he is. And it’s an odd feeling, not being sure about Eddie anymore. Even when things were bad, you were always sure about him.

Finding yourself alone again, you drop your body on your couch. You’re damn exhausted. Tilting your head to the side, your gaze meets the little box over the center table. You reach for it and open the lid. Without the adrenaline from before, you take your time to observe it.

You take in the thin straight white gold band that leads to the halo which holds the round and small brilliant cut diamond. You smile as you can tell he was thinking of you when he picked that ring. It’s simple and beautiful, something that wouldn’t attract much attention to your hand, like most of your jewelry.

Eddie has never been that great with making conversation or opening up with you- and maybe a few other actions - but he always knew exactly what to gift you. He has always been thoughtful with your taste and personality.

Without thinking much, you put on the ring. You sprawl your hand before you and have to acknowledge that it fits perfect. You wonder how much it would make you feel special not much time ago…

Letting out a groan, you drop the little box on the floor in favor to reach for your phone in your jeans’ pocket. Your thumb hovers the name that’s been nagging at the back of your mind this whole time. Without giving yourself much time to think, you press on the name.

Bucky “Soft Tongue” Barnes.

A little smile curls your lips. You really need to change that.

The ringing tone resounds in your ear as your breathing quickens. Why just the mere thought of talking to Bucky is making you so damn nervous? You wait… and wait. When it goes to the voicemail, you quickly hang up.

That’s the very first time Bucky doesn’t pick up when you call. The small frown between your eyebrows softens at the thought that he’s probably sleeping. It’s Sunday after all.

You huff while you hold your phone against your chest with one hand and digs your fingers into your hair with the other. You stare at the white ceiling above you… Shit… what the hell are you even doing. Calling Bucky right after being proposed by Eddie? And why in the world does your mind keep insisting on the thought of Bucky and you feel the need to talk all about that morning with him, to listen to whatever opinion he might have on that, or anything else he might have to say?

And why does your heart jump so funny when you remember his face… that stupid perfect face… and his smile…

Fuck…

That probably has something to do with the last couple of days you spent with him. First, he was your rock at your party, making it easier for you to have fun, and then taking care of your drunk ass. Then the next day at Brooklyn… and the night after that. It did feel different… maybe more intimate...

But it’s just an impression... The man has always made himself crystal clear – which, by the way, so did you - that what you had was sex, incredible and mind-blowing, of course, but just sex. He has never wanted anything other than that, and you’re definitely sure Bucky Barnes isn’t cut out for what comes in a relationship beyond the sex.

Shifting your gaze to the ring on your finger as you still hold your phone against you, your relationship with Eddie comes to your mind, how you always did everything together, the decisions regarding life, work and everything else were taken together, the dreams and growth, the stability and familiarity…You also think about the arguments… the silence and distance, the loss of the spark and the excitement of being together, the times you ended up erasing your likes and dislikes to avoid confrontation…

With a will of its own, your mind then navigates to Bucky again and what you had together this last month. You can’t imagine him, in all his glorious bachelor lifestyle, engaging in a relationship like that, with all the strings and emotional weight that surely come with it and, by your experience, ends up killing all the fun. Do you still want a relationship like that, though? Of course there’s its positive side, but what about all the negatives that stubbornly resist any relationship?

Also… seriously? Bucky’s the first man who’s nice to you after your break-up… The second you’ve had sex with. Ever. You can’t be so pathetic to the point of having a no strings attached relationship with a guy and start thinking, because he’s nice and kind to you, because you suddenly feel like you shared a special weekend with him, that it could lead to something different than that.

You groan as it frustrates you to no end the thought that you’re so weak that maybe you can’t be your own person and perhaps need to always be engaged in some kind of relationship or emotionally attached to someone, no matter if you know them for ten years or a month.

If Bucky were there, he would probably say the right thing, about how you’re overthinking all of it and you’re just a couple of rabbits fucking majestically and enjoying each other’s company. He would also say that you two were too smart to trade that for something as boring and dull as love. A loose smile twitches your lips.

You don’t need to fall for him just because you’re having sex… Just because he’s the most handsome and sexy man you’ve ever seen… Because he’s amazing in bed, respectful, kind, smart, funny, strong, thoughtful…

Jesus…

Immersed in your conflicting feelings and thoughts of Bucky, of Eddie, of yourself… you have no idea of when you end up falling asleep on your couch, but the ding of your doorbell wakes you up in a startle, you squint and brush your hand over your face before reaching for your phone that has fallen over the carpet. Your eyes widen at the clock. You’ve been sleeping for a little more than a couple of hours. As the doorbell rings again, you spot five missed calls. All of them from Bucky. And after swiftly getting up and rushing to the door, that’s the man you find behind it.

“Hey-”

You don’t even let him start talking before pulling him in into a hug, circling your arms around his neck and nestling your head against him. You don’t even know why you’re doing this, but you love the warmth of him wrapping you up, and you love that he holds you back immediately, without questions or further talking.

You let out a deep sigh, before leaning away and smiling at him, which he mimics.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hi,” he says back, gazing at you with a distinguish softness in his eyes and a small but beautiful smile on his lips. “I saw your missed call, I tried to call you back a few times and when you didn’t answer I thought maybe I should drop by,” he says.

“Good,” you breathe and turn, taking his hand and guiding him inside as he shuts the door with his foot behind him.

He pulls your hand, making you stop on your track and face him again. The softness from before gives place to a nervous little frown on his face, “I- I need to talk to you -”

”Eddie proposed to me.” You don’t know if it’s the little tremble on his voice, his very presence, or the fact that they were choking in your throat, but the information spills from your mouth unannounced.

The words catch on Bucky’s throat as he inhales sharply. He takes a step back at the same time his rounded eyes drop to your hand, which is still laced on his. The blood seems to vanish from his face.

You follow his stare and that’s when your eyes ball out because you realize you’re still wearing the ring. Acting by impulse, you take your hand away from his and move to pull the ring off your finger, “I-I didn’t say yes,” you quickly clarify, but the damn ring doesn’t budge even with your harsh attempts of taking it off and a desperate feeling lodges at the pit of your stomach because goddammit it had fit perfectly moments ago. You groan in sheer frustration, looking down and pulling even more forcefully, “I was just trying it on-I-“.

Gentle hands cover yours. Your mouth snaps shut and your hasty ministrations halts. You look up and take in the sight of his eyes on you. They are softer now and it calms you down, just like the light massaging circles he draws on your skin. A caress. While you keep your eyes on each other, he twirls the ring, which now moves with ease, and ever so slowly, he pulls it through the length of your finger, till it’s completely off of you.

Holding it with his thumb and index finger, he observes the shiny little jewel between the two of you, his expression unreadable, before he offers it back to you.

Like waking up from a daze, you’re quick to accept it and place it on the center table at your side.

“I told him this wasn’t the time to think about that...” you say, your voice coming out timid as you fidget with your fingers.

Bucky remains quiet, putting his hands in his pockets, that same unreadable expression still on his face. He nods, though, for you to continue, “We talked a lot. He asked if we still had a chance and I said we should start off by seeing each other more, like friends or something like that, and then see what happens.” You purse your lips.

“Oh…” he mumbles.

You wait for him to say anything else, but he doesn’t. He just seems lost for speech and that’s news for you.

“It was a hectic morning,” you let out a nervous little laugh, “I called you because I kind of wanted to talk to you… I mean…What do you think?” You bite your cheek.

“Of what?” He blinks.

“All of that… The proposal, my answer…” your voice fails.

Bucky clears his throat before he nods, “Well… what more did he tell you exactly?”

You then pull him to sit on the sofa with you and you tell him everything Eddie had said right there on that same sofa, trying hard to not let any detail out. For some reason knowing what Bucky would have to say about that is all that matters to you right now.

“Hold on.” Bucky holds up both his hands as a crease appears between his eyebrows, “Are you telling me he decided to break up with you without even trying to work things out, really talk to you about whatever shitty crises he was going through and then comes here after four months of radio silence, right after seeing you close to me and after he tried to hook up with someone else?” He scoffs, shaking his head before getting up, turning his back to you.

You watch, still on your seat, as he runs a hand over his face, before you get up and puts a hand on his back, you’ve never seen him that agitated, “Bucky…”

He swiftly turns to you, gesticulating with his arms and hands as he speaks, “Sounds like this guy’s single life wasn’t exactly what he thought it would be and the moment he realized maybe it was going a lot nicer for you, he decides he better jump in again, that he’s ready and shit? Sounds like he still doesn’t know what he really wants and is taking a shot at you like some impulsive and jealous asshole. Fuck this guy,” he spits as his cheeks flush red.

His reaction takes you off course for a bit. He’s been always honest and straightforward with you, but you didn’t expect such an emotion outrage from him. You talked about Eddie many times with him and it was never like that, “I-I… yeah, I know, Bucky. I’m not blind to that, which is what I told him after he proposed.”

“And yet, you’re talking about starting to see him again,” he states and if he wanted to sound like an accusation you didn’t know, but it sure sounds like it.

“Bucky, it’s ten years,” you argue, not sure why this seems to be escalating to, not a fight, but at least a heated debate, “I can’t just erase this time and what it meant to me. That’s a great part of my whole adult life. We lived together, did everything together. I loved him. You have no idea what it’s like to have a relationship like that.”

His jaw clenches, before he gives his back to you. His head drops and he puts his hands on both sides of his waist.

You shift on your feet, wondering whether you have maybe crossed a line there. This kind of heat up interaction with Bucky is news and completely strange to you. But when you’re about to say something, you hear the low groan that come out of his mouth.

“A man who won’t even eat your pussy...” he shakes his head, utter exasperation on his voice.

Your jaw drops before a small gasp slips through your lips. You don’t take it as an offense or anything like that, because when he said it, it wasn’t in an accusing tone like before, let alone aggressive. It’s just like he’s genuinely confused by why you would have such consideration for a man who wouldn’t go down on you.

“Bucky,” you let out a breathy laugh, “What the hell is going on with you?” You tilt your head while he still has his back to you, “If I didn’t know you better I would say you were jealous.”

His head snaps up at your comment and he turns to face you. His lower lip is trapped between his teeth. There’s something of anguish on his eyes and the amusement in your face drops at his demeanor.

“That’s because I am,” he affirms, short of breath.

Your eyes widen for a second before you frown and your head shakes lightly with confusion, “What?”

“I’m jealous, ok? I’m jealous, that’s it.” His face reddens even harder as his voice raises and he gesticulates, indignation pouring out from him, “Your ex is a douche who didn’t appreciate what he had and now decides he can come here and fuck up with what we have?”

A shocked breath comes out of your lips, “What we have? Bucky, you were the first one to be sure our deal wouldn’t be exclusive, and that was fine by me. I talked about Eddie with you countless times and it was fine, I don’t get why you’re saying and acting like that now.”

“Yeah, I know all of that, but things change, I guess…shit.” He curses and covers his eyes with both hands and takes a few breaths before looking at you again, “I didn’t want to tell you like that,” he says in a softer way right before he clenches his teeth again, “But that jerk had to come here first…”

“Didn’t want to tell me what exactly, Bucky?” you question.

He looks at you for a second, the agitation slowly leaving his features before he walks over you and takes you by the hand to guide you to sit on the sofa again, “Listen,” he says, as you sit beside him, intently listening to him, “It’s been some time I’ve been feeling kind of weird towards you. Us, I mean.” He gulps, “A kind of feeling that confused the hell out of me for quite some time.”

“Ok…” Your heart races in your chest, but you still have no idea where this is going, so you decide to not say anything else and let him talk so maybe you can get a better grasp on what the hell is going on.

“You know this morning, when you picked up Eddie’s phone and said he could come over?”

Your eyes move away from his for a second, since you’re not exactly proud of the fact that you did tell Eddie to come over when he was still there, but Bucky said it himself it was ok… clearly it was not.

“We had just had an amazing day and night together and I was even more confused when I got out of here,” he continues, ”I needed to check something, to fully understand what was happening, so I called Amanda.”

“Oh… really?” A piercing ache bites on your chest at the information. Are you the one who’s jealous now? “Were you with her when I called you? That’s why you didn’t pick up?” You ask, trying not to let your unexpected feeling show, but you’re not sure whether you’re succeeding or not.

“Yeah,” he admits with a small nod.

The answer makes you flinch on your seat, “And you wanna talk to me about jealousy,” you scoff, crossing your arms in front of you, the annoyance slipping through your tone, “That’s really funny, Bucky, don’t you think?”

“But… I-I,” he seems lost for a moment, “Listen, I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ never have, not gonna start now. I called her with the idea of having sex with her, yeah. Ever since I met you I hadn’t slept with anyone else and I thought that maybe that was the reason I was feeling so weird-“

“Wait…Really? You hadn’t been with anyone else?” You interrupt him, since the information piques your interest. Now that he mentions it, you have a vague memory of someone telling you that exact same thing at the party while you were too shitfaced to process the info. What an irony that the someone was precisely Amanda.

“No, and I still haven’t because I couldn’t even get it up,” he discloses with pure exasperation.

“What?” You lift both your eyebrows, “You couldn’t get it up?” You practically squeal, “Is that… is that even possible?” You reach over his forehead to check his temperature, “Are you ok?”

Taking your hand in his, he lets out a chuckle, but there’s no humor behind it, “I called her because I thought that if I hooked up with someone else, maybe things would be clearer or whatever. And they did.” He huffs, nodding down to his lower half, “The jerk down there decided to throw on my face something I think I’ve known for a while but had no idea what to make of it.”

He pauses and takes a few breathes, looking down as if he needs to gather some courage and you squeeze his hand, trying to provide him what he needs to keep talking. When he looks back at you, there’s a small reassuring smile on your face waiting for him and the next words he says bursts out from his lips.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence settles in the room. You still have your hand on his while he stares at you expectantly. You stare back at him. Something starts bubbling in your chest. It grows bigger and bigger till it runs up your throat and spurts from your lips in the form of a laugh. A big and hysterical one.

You let go of his hand to lightly push him on his shoulder, “Oh my God, Bucky,” you say, as tears form in the corner of your eyes of how much you’re laughing, “Only you can come up with a story like that to make me laugh now.” You point at him, “You finding out you’re in love with me because of a limp-dick.” You laugh even harder.

It's when you move to tap on his shoulder again that you focus on his face to see the lack of amusement on it. He has a sad and almost embarrassed gaze fixed on you as his lips form a frown.

The laugh dies on your lips.

“Oh…” you breathe, while realization finally comes to you, “You’re not kidding.”

He gives you a tight-lip smile.

“Oh…” you say again, any other word vanishing from your mind as you shift and lean back on your seat, staring ahead and away from him. Bucky has just said he thinks he’s in love with you.

Bucky…

In love with you…

“I know this wasn’t the ideal way and time to tell you, I know,” he starts talking in a hurry beside you, but you keep staring ahead, unable to move from your position, as a whole new bubble starts taking form in your chest and throat, taking over your senses, “And I know you didn’t expect that from me, hell, I certainly wasn’t expect that myself, but it just happened and I was confused, but I’m not anymore, I know what I’m feeling and… Y/N?” he suddenly interrupts his rambling, “Are you… are you crying?”

You turn to him again and see the widening of his eyes when he catches the evidence for his suspicion, “Yes,” you cry out, as tears run down unbidden your cheeks, “Yes, I’m crying, I’m sorry,” you hide your face in your hands.

“No, no, no, no, sweetheart,” he reaches over you, desperation etched on his voice as he wraps your shaking shoulder in a tight hug, “Please don’t cry… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything…I don’t wanna see you like that. Please don’t cry.” His voice shakes, “Or I’m gonna cry, too.” And as if on cue, you hear the sniffles.

Burying your cheeks on his shirt, dampening the fabric with tears, you let yourself be hugged by him. And, just like that, you live the most pathetic scene of your life, two grown ass adults holding each other and sobbing like babies, without saying anything for God knows how many minutes.

You have no idea what has come over you, but hearing him saying that, right after being proposed by Eddie, after finding yourself with such conflicting thoughts and feelings, must have triggered something inside you.

When your shoulders stop shaking so much and the tears seem to give you two a truce, you lean away from him, “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you say, wiping the wetness from the corner of your eyes with your fingers, “This was ridiculous, God… I guess it’s been an intense day…” you take in a shuddering breath.

“No, no,” He swipes the back of his hand on his cheeks, brushing out the wetness from there, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m the one who’s sorry. Let’s forget all about it-”

“No,” you cut him off, “No, Bucky, it’s ok, I’m glad you told me,” you put some softness in your voice for the huge man who has just cried his eyeballs out with you, “But… Are you sure? I mean… it’s you.” Shrugging your shoulder, you gesture towards him with both your hands, “That’s not what you want, it’s against all of your life philosophy, your lifestyle.”

He chuckles and his gaze drops, before they’re on you again, “You know, I’ve never taken anyone else to that burger joint, I’ve never shown that picture to anyone and even less talked about my sisters… my mom... Then our night together, right here in your bedroom?” He points towards the room, “I’ve had tons, I mean, tons of sex my whole life, I don’t need to lie about that. But I never had a night like that with anyone else. That wasn’t just sex and I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

You’re entranced by his words and you feel yourself shrinking under the intensity of his gaze on you, of the sentiment that sweeps into his voice. There’s not a bone in you that makes you contradict what he’s saying. It was a special night. Moments ago, you were still daydreaming about it.

“I know it sounds weird coming from me,” he breathes, “I know everything I said and even bragged about before is coming to bite me in the ass right now,” his jaw tightens, ”But I’m certain of what I’m feeling… I think about you all the damn time, sweetheart… I look at you and I wanna laugh and cry all at once,” he scoffs, gesturing towards his reddened eyes, and you can’t help but to let out a breathy smile. “I’m in love with you,” he bores his gaze on you. “Fuck whatever I ever wanted before. I want you now.”

You take in a deep breath, trying to breathe in the air his words knocked out of your lungs. You’re in a loss for words. In all the scenarios you pictured for this deal of Bucky and yours - which weren’t that many, since you jumped in with the mindset of seizing the moment with him – you’ve never seen that one happening: him coming over to tell you he’s fallen for you. As much as his confession sparks something inside you, that’s so unlike him, that you need to be the voice of reason there.

“Bucky…” you call softly, putting your other hand over the one that you’re already holding. You look down at it, before turning to him again, watching anxious blue eyes on yours, “You said Eddie only decided to come here and propose after seeing me with you and after trying to hook up with someone else. As you said, it shows that he’s just being impulsive and might not know what he genuinely wants, right?”

“Yeah…” He nods after clearing his throat. Apparently, that’s not what he expected you to say after he poured his heart out for you, “Because that’s the truth, the guy doesn’t know what he really wants.” He shrugs.

You offer him a tight but kind smile, “Don’t you see the similarity here?”

His forehead creases at your question.

You keep a gentle gaze on him as you speak, “This morning you went out of here after Eddie called. You knew he was coming. Then, you tried hooking up with Amanda… That didn’t work out…” You shake your head, “Now you’re here, telling me you’re in love with me, after practically seeing me with someone else and trying to have sex with another woman and not being able to go through with it.”

You see realization dawning on his face, as he understands what you’re trying to say, “No… no, that’s different.” He swiftly shakes his head.

“How so?” You insist.

“I know what I’m feeling, Y/n.” He says with firmness in his voice, “I’ve been trying to understand these feelings for a while now. The situation may have pushed me further, but it’s not the cause of anything. I’m not acting by impulse, please believe me,” he begs.

“I’m not saying you’re not feeling anything, Bucky,” you counter, “Our time together was so special,” you smile, “I’m not blind to that… and I think… I think I-I-“

Your mouth shuts and you bite your lower lip. You almost say that there’s a chance you’ve developed feelings for him, too. But you don’t really know what those feelings mean and what you really want. You don’t really know much about them, but it’s been just one day and one night that have made you notice those sentiments… you don’t wanna lead him or even yourself on, based on feelings that have just shown up and you still have no idea where this is going.

Plus… there’s Eddie. The mere thought of him drops a weight over your shoulders.

“I-I’m confused, Bucky,” you say, instead of saying all of that, but that’s not a lie. Not at all. “I don’t really know what to feel or think… There’s a great chance you’re confused by your own feelings, too. And maybe after Eddie appeared on the scene those feelings might be doing a number on your mind and making you take them as something deeper than they really are.”

“That’s… you’re wrong, I know what I’m feeling,” he says softly, his head dropping to your joined hands, where he caresses your skin with his thumb.

“Bucky…” you sigh, “Even if you’re really in love with me like you say you are… You never wanted that,” you try to reason, as he looks up at you, “With that kind of sentiment comes commitment, and commitment is not a piece of cake. Most of the time it leads to a broken heart, most likely two. Believe me, I know.”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you. Your heart is tight by the traces of sorrow you catch behind the look on his face and you hate to be the one to put it there. But at that moment, that’s all you can give him,

“As for me,” you nod, as if to engrave the thought into your mind, “I think what I need now is to be alone for a while… My entire adult life I was never single. I need to figure out who I am without having someone to lean on emotionally, physically and… I don’t know...You-you know what I’m saying? But, please, I don’t wanna hurt you, I-” You stammer, annoyed that the air you’re breathing suddenly seems to not be enough to fill your lungs.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes, dragging himself through the cushions to come even closer to you as he notices your increasing distress, “It’s ok,” he says, taking your hand to his lips and placing a kiss on it, coaxing a short gasp out of you, “I get what you’re saying, and I respect that. I do.” He offers you a comforting smile.

The sorrow you’ve seen moments ago is not on his gaze anymore, and it helps to ease down your breathing and mind, driving you to focus solely on him, his voice and what he’s saying.

“I don’t want to force myself or my feelings on you, and you don't need to worry about hurting me, sweetheart. It's ok. I promise. I’m a grown ass man, I might’ve been confused, but I can handle my own feelings.” A kind of sweetness you’ve never heard from him laces his voice, “I just need you to understand one thing, though.” His features turn a bit more serious, “I know what I’m feeling, no matter how much time passes and no matter if it’s the same for you or not. It doesn’t change anything for me. I was confused before, I was. But I’m not anymore.”

“Ok,” a low mumble is all you manage to provide as an answer, stunned by both the words and the certainty he reveals through them.

“Are we good?” He checks.

“We’re good.”

He smiles, a bright and gentle grin, and it’s the Bucky you’ve spent almost every day of the last month on his demeanor again. You smile back, feeling your shoulders a bit lighter.

“I have one more question, though. I’m new to this whole express feelings stuff,” he grimaces playfully, “Did I screw everything up?” He asks, but there’s no weight on his words while his forehead scrunches up a bit, but the smile lingers on his lips.

You laugh a little, before bringing a hand to cup his cheek, “You didn’t screw anything up and I’m not dismissing what you’re telling me you’re feeling, Bucky, it’s not that at all.” You shake your head and it feels cozy inside your chest as he leans his cheek against the touch of your hand, “I just think we both need to take our time and understand our feelings straight. You and me.” You lightly stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Does that mean our deal is off?” He asks with a cringing curve on his lips.

You let out a chuckle, bringing your hand to your lap, “Let’s call it suspended for now, how about that?”

He shrugs, “Ok, but Little Bucky down there is going to be very upset, he turned out to have a strict preference.”

“Oh my God.” You let out a loud laugh, “Little Bucky? Seriously?”

“Don’t make fun of him, he’s very sensitive today.” He puts on an exaggerated pout.

Your head falls back from how much you laugh, being followed shortly by him. You don’t know if it’s a habit developed in the last month or something bigger than that, but you can’t help when your lips and his meet. He sighs through the kiss, which starts slow and gentle, but next thing you know, you’re both breathing hard and you have your fingers buried through his locks as he pulls you by the waist, his broad body on yours, his arms around you, his heat burning you up while your heart beats fast against his chest…

You have to put together every little ounce of strength inside you to part your lips from him, letting your forehead rest against his.

“Bucky…” you whisper, trying to catch some hair, “We shouldn’t-“.

“See you around, sweetheart,” he says back and, after placing a long kiss on your forehead, he gets up and walks towards the door, sporting a cheeky little smirk on his lips that makes your heart race even more.

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To be continued...

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But professor… - c.6

Summary: Walter and Penny are going on a little trip together

Professor!Walter Marshall x Penny Townsend (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: Some love making (sex, , blowjob)

Masterlist // But professor… masterlist // Previous chapter //

When Walter says he’s got it covered, he sure does have it covered. Because he didn’t want us to run into someone we might know, he arranged a flight in the middle of the night. The hours went by slowly, but being curled up next to Walter was so lovely and such a delight.

We checked into our hotel, got to our room and I fell asleep immediately. I’ve been on a few plane flights, but this was different, especially because I couldn’t really fall asleep whilst being in the air, despite it was midnight.

Walter has taken his boyfriend job (because yes, he is my boyfriend) to a whole new level. Always carrying the bags, doesn’t want me to do any sort of work and that includes him preparing breakfast, lunch and dinner. ‘I want you to relax, princess,’ he tells me whenever I say I can do something as well. ‘You worked hard for your assignments, you should take it easy.’

I watch him tying his shoelaces, since we’re going to the beach. He grabs his bag when he’s done and smiles when his eyes land on me. ‘What?’ he asks.

‘Nothing,’ I chuckle. ‘You’re just too cute.’

‘Ai, princess, don’t call me cute. I have a reputation to hold.’

I pout. ‘No one in Hawaii knows us,’ I say, ‘so don’t you worry too much about it.’

Walter holds out his hand for me to take and together we walk out of our hotel room. We’ve been here for almost two days, but it’s still a little bit surreal to walk around with him this freely. No need to worry about someone catching us. Slowly exploring our relationship and deepening it every second we spend together.

Walter squeezes my hand as we exit the building and we walk out into the warmth. It’s weird to spend a winter not in the freezing cold. From what I’ve heard, it started snowing back in New York and Maryland. While a white Christmas would be lovely, sure, I’m glad that the temperatures are a bit nicer here and I’m able to lay in the sun a bit.

After a little walk, Walter and I arrive at the beach and I place down my towel, before taking off my thin dress. As I’m folding the fabric into a little packet, Walter has clearly been distracted.

By me.

‘What?’ I ask with a chuckle, smacking his chest.

‘Nothing,’ he laughs, ‘you’re just so beautiful.’ He leans down to peck my lips, before he takes off his own shirt. He immediately attracts the attention of a few ladies and I clench my jaw. I mean, of course Walter is beautiful and handsome and totally forces you unintentionally to look at him, but…

He is my boyfriend.

‘Are you jealous?’ he chuckles.

‘No,’ I mumble, but it’s obviously a lie. ‘Maybe a little.’

‘Penny Townsend can be jealous.’ He holds my face in his hands. ‘Good to know, but remember: you are the only one I want and my heart is all yours.’

He always knows the exact right thing to make me feel at ease. He places his towel on the sand and pulls me with him as we both sit down. We both sit and enjoy the sun. I close my eyes, as I let the soft sun rays warm me.

Walter pushes a strand of hair behind my ears. ‘You can relax, princess.’

‘I am relaxed.’

‘No, you are flexing, thus not breathing correctly.’

I look down at my “flat” stomach, realizing that I’m indeed flexing. It’s just that I want to look extra good, especially in a bikini.

‘It’s normal,’ he continues, ‘besides, you don’t need to impress anyone here. You’re gorgeous.’

I sigh, before I relax, quit sucking in. It’s a lot more comfortable, I agree, but I can’t stop being highly self conscious. I shouldn’t have worn this blush pink bikini with the little daisies on it. It’s not flattering and—

‘Okay,’ Walter says, when he gets on his back, ‘you’re getting into your head and you shouldn’t do that.’

‘I’m sorry.’ I get on my back as well and place my head on his outstretched arm. ‘It’s just that… This bikini makes me look okay, right?’

‘Oh, princess, more than okay. No one is prettier than you. I love you so much.’

I smile. ‘You’re too sweet.’

Walter stretches his neck to check something in the distance. He mutters something under his breath and I ask him what’s wrong. ‘Just some creep staring at you. Try to stay on your back, princess.’

‘Why?’ I ask, looking over to see indeed someone staring.

‘Because this bikini bottom is very beautiful, but also a bit revealing. Besides, this dickhead has some fucking nerve staring at you like this while it’s pretty obvious that you are with me.’ He gives me a kiss on my forehead and says: ‘Stay here.’ He is already sitting, when the creep swiftly turns around and walks away. ‘That’s what I thought.’

He pulls me in between his legs and wraps his arms around my waist. He places his hands on my stomach, drawing soft circles on my skin.

I stare over the water and I have to admit that Hawaiian view is much different than the views I’m used to, but also so beautiful. I lean back against his chest and whisper: ‘I love you, Walter.’

He chuckles. ‘Oh, princess, I love you too.’

✎ ✎ ✎

Walter and I are probably the laziest couple out there, but experiencing some jet lag isn’t helping. When we got back from the beach, we took a quick shower, ordered some food and watched some movies.

Later that night, after dinner and mid movie, I ended up sitting on his lap, his hands on my hips with a tight grip. His kisses are turning sloppier than they’ve ever been, but it doesn’t surprise me at all. That creep at the beach is obviously still bothering him and it hasn’t helped at all that another man stared at me when Walter was away for a few seconds to grab something

‘You’re mine,’ Walter whispers against my lips. ‘You know that, right?’

I nod, my center beginning to burn in sensation and excitement. ‘I know that.’

He pulls back and he is actually panting a bit. ‘You’re breathtakingly gorgeous, that’s a fact. I know that, but that doesn’t give men the right to gawk at you when I stand right next to you.’

‘Aren’t you slightly possessive.’

He scoffs. ‘You can’t blame me. That little creep Fitzgerald keeps walking you to your room, staring at you during my class and Lord knows during the others. Now we’re in Hawaii, surrounded by other creeps.’

I smile in absolute adoration. ‘Walter, you’re the only one I want. I don’t even notice those looks.’

‘I know,’ he says, ‘and I don’t want you to notice them, because they don’t deserve your attention for one second. I just need them to stop gawking.’ His lips attack my neck and I bite my bottom lip, to prevent myself from moaning out loud.

We’ve been having more and more sex and slowly but surely he drops his carefulness and ravishes me completely. I hand over control so easily, but it happens so naturally. He knows me better than I know myself. From a mile away he can spot if I’m uncomfortable or not.

With one swift movement he undoes me from the shirt I was wearing after the shower and he can’t stop his grin. ‘No underwear,’ he chuckles. ‘Lemme guess, you did that for me.’

‘No,’ I snicker, ‘I was too lazy to put on underwear.’

He scoffs. ‘It’s for me.’ He rolls us over on the couch and I squeal when I plop down on my back. ‘You want this?’

I nod. ‘Please.’

Walter has this satisfied grin on his face, before his lips attack every part of my body. He squeezes in the flesh of my thighs and I grow more and more desperate for him. ‘That’s my girl,’ he says with a chuckle. ‘Telling me exactly how she feels.’

I grab a bit of his shirt and ask: ‘No teasing today, okay?’

He frowns. ‘Why not?’

‘I need you,’ I whisper, ‘and I’m too impatient for teasing.’

‘You’re lucky I can’t say not to you,’ he whispers, as he presses a delicate kiss on my inner thigh. ‘I love you, Penny.’

I smile. ‘I love you too, Walter.’

✎ ✎ ✎

I think I walk a little bit differently when Walter and I go out of our room to go to the twenty four seven game hall the hotel has. We are experiencing some issues sleeping due to the time difference, so we decide to take a look. ‘It’s almost like we’re in Vegas after all,’ I say to him, holding onto his hand tightly.

‘It sure is.’

We spend our time playing different games, Walter making a ton of pictures of me and eventually I end up on his lap, as he helps me with the easiest game of pac man. It’s a lot harder than I originally thought it would be. He wraps his hand around mine when I hold the joystick and gives me kisses on my shoulder when it goes well. I squeal on his lap, quickly continuing to play. His grip however tightens around my waist. ‘Princess, careful now,’ he mumbles in my ear. ‘Because what you and I did a few hours ago, I can do it over and over and over again. But you… I barely think you can, especially with the way you are walking now.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper, pushing my legs together. It’s the first time he actually said something like that to me, let alone in a public place.

He kisses my shoulder, as his hand slips underneath my shirt and says: ‘You’re still wiggling.’

‘That’s because my feet can’t reach the floor and I’m nearly sliding off your lap,’ I quickly say, hoping he is taking a little bit of mercy on me. I mean, he completely and lovingly destroyed me already, causing me to walk a little bit funny.

He can do that again.

Walter smiles, pulls me better on his lap and gives me a kiss. ‘Princess, you’re cute.’ His fingers draw circles over my stomach after he slipped his hand underneath my shirt and I feel this need to keep it in, flex it again. ‘Don’t do that,’ he says. ‘Be yourself, it’s totally okay.’ His hand slides up and cups my bare breast, since he told me not to wear a bra underneath this oversized shirt. There is no one here and since we’re hidden in a darker corner of the hall, no one will see us. ‘So perfect,’ he whispers, pressing a kiss on my jaw. ‘There are tons of things I still want to do with you. You want that, princess?’

I nod. ‘I want to.’

His hand descends from my sensitive breast further south, into my flimsy short. Two fingers slide through my swollen lips, causing me to clench my thighs together. ‘Wanna go upstairs now?’ he asks in a soft tone.

I nod and slide off his lap.

He holds my hand securely in his and he has a smile on his face, satisfied with the situation. We step into the elevator, just the two of us and I press a kiss on his lips.

The second the of our room door closes behind us, he pushes me against it. ‘I love you,’ he whispers, ‘I love you so much.’ He undoes me from my clothing and says: ‘You’re so beautiful.’

I smile to mask my slight embarrassment and help him taking off his shirt. ‘I love you too,’ I whisper, placing my hand on his broad chest, as Walter takes off his shorts. He lifts me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him.

He carries me to our bedroom and doesn’t even waste a second diving in between my legs, the second my back touches the mattress. I pull his hair, as I gasp for air. ‘Shit, Walter.’

My legs already tremble, but he pushes them down, making it impossible for me to move them.

‘That’s my girl,’ he whispers, ‘doing so well and shit, you taste so good.’

He wraps his lips around my clit and moans against it. He knows exactly what he is doing, what buttons to push to make me go crazy. While I told him not to tease me earlier, he now completely dismisses that. When he can feel and can tell I’m so close, sits up straight, licking his lips.

My breathing is heavy and I run my fingers through my hair. ‘Why did you stop?’

He chuckles. ‘Get on all fours, princess,’ he says and my eyes enlarge. We’ve never done that position, always the same old and known missionary. ‘You can do it.’

‘Sure?’

‘I’m sure, darling.’ He pulls me up by my wrists and gives me a kiss, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. ‘Don’t feel insecure, you’re with me. I’ll take good care of you.’

I know that. I quickly nod and he takes that as a sign to turn me around and get me into the position he wants me to be in. It feels so strange, my chin resting on the mattress, my back bend and butt in the air. He kneads the flesh of my behind and clicks his tongue in approval. ‘Oh, aren’t you beautiful, my darling.’ I hear him opening a condom package and the anticipation of me not knowing when he’ll slide inside, makes me throb even more. He teases his tip near my entrance and with one swift motion he has pushed in his entire length deep inside of me. I let out a strangled moan. He feels so good, filling me up completely and hitting the right spots.

‘That’s it, princess,’ Walter says, ‘you’re doing so good.’ He holds my hips tightly, rocking in back and forth, setting a steady pace. I fist the sheets and he lets out a loud grunt when I tighten around him. ‘Already?’ he asks in a cocky tone. ‘Oh, aren’t you an eager little princess.’

My toes start to curl and my high pitched moan is muffled down when I bury my face in the sheets. Tears trip over my cheeks, wetting the soft fabric. He doesn’t stop, oh no, it would be totally out of character if he did, but I reach my hand back, placing it on his and say: ‘Stop, Walter, please, I can’t anymore.’

That’s all I need to say, for him to gently pull out and he watches me become one with the bed. ‘Talk to me, princess,’ he says. ‘Please, talk to me.’

‘I’m okay, I’m okay,’ I quickly say, ‘shit, it’s just so sensitive.’

He smiles, placing his hand on my cheek. ‘I’m sorry, darling. You’re just insatiable.’

‘That’s good to know.’ I turn on my back and take a deep breath. ‘I don’t think I can walk tomorrow.’

‘Good thing we don’t have any plans.’

I let my eyes wander over his entire body, seeing his cock still hard, as he is sitting on the mattress. I turn back on my stomach and crawl in between his outstretched legs. Slowly but surely, we’ve been practicing me to take more and more of him in my mouth, my gag reflex slowly numbing down.

I wrap my hand around his hard length and my eyes look up. ‘Walter,’ I whisper, ‘relax.’

He chuckles. ‘I’m relaxed, princess.’

‘You’re not,’ I say. ‘Please, do it for me.’

He leans back against the headrest of the bed. ‘Okay, I’ll try.’

I open my mouth, wrapping my lips around him. He places his hand on the back of my head and a grunt fills the room when I let my tongue circle around his tip. Without thinking about it, he slightly forces my head a little bit lower and when he hits the back of my throat, I manage to ignore my gag reflex.

‘Princess,’ he says, ‘you’re doing well. This is the deepest you’ve ever done. I’m proud of you.’

I take a deep breath through my nose and the remainder of his cock I massage with my hands. He pulls my hair, before he bucks up his hips. He slides down a lot deeper than I am used to, but it works.

Holy shit, I can deep throat.

I let him exit my mouth and take a deep breath.

‘That’s my girl,’ he says, ‘you did great, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.’

I pump his length and judging from his moans, he is close. I quickly take him in my mouth again, letting him slide in deep in the back of me throat again and his warm seed fills my mouth and it slides down my throat. He is getting so insanely loud, as he rides out his high, forcing himself deeper and deeper.

‘I’m one lucky guy,’ he pants, gently pulling my head back so I look at him. ‘Now give me a kiss, princess.’

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sunatooru · 4 years

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Uh idk if this is weird but like would it be okay to request a head canon where like the reader has a vagina & penis it can be gn or female s/o but like they’ve been very nervous about having sex bc they think their partner will think their genitals are weird (maybe they had a bad experience with an ex). And so they are dating one of the boys and he wonders why you keep swerving around sex so u finally show him why thinking he’s gonna break up with you and be creeped out but he’s like totally,... turned on??? Like he sucks you off while fingering you or like jacking u off while he’s fucking you and thinks it’s so hot as the cums is like dribbling out of your dick at the same time. Mans is in LOVE 😍. If you don’t feel comfortable writing this THATS TOTALLY FINE I was jus trying to see if any of my fav writers would be into it. If you do do it can you do it with kuroo, atsumu, bokuto, and you can pick the fourth!! I’m so sorry this is so specific

Heyyy here is your long awaited request (I’m sorry I’m late). this idea is very hot and I know the boys would get crazy over this. Also I appreciate being one of your favs, thank you xx

warnings: minors dni, 18+ smut content, may be timeskip spoilers, intersex reader (futanari/ futa), intercouse, fingering, blowjob, mentions kitten and daddy and bunny, praise kink?, creampie and just the boys indulging into you

Kuroo

* He’s so lovely to you

* Always holding your hand, kissing your forehead and looking at you lovingly

* And although sex wasn’t necessary for him, he would always wonder why you never got further than making out and leaving hickeys

* Your hands always pushing against his chest when he would carefully slip a finger under your waistband

* And today was no different

* When you break away from his kiss, he worries when you don’t meet his gaze

* “Baby, what’s wrong? Am I doing something wrong?” He questions and you’re quick to shake your head no

* He can see your hesitancy, you’re chewing your lips and you finally tell him. You watch his eyes widen when you tell him you have both sex genitals, and that your previous partner mocked you for it

* He feels a lot in that moment. He’s both angry at the audacity of your previous partner but also curious as to how you look and mostly how you’ll feel

* “Baby, screw them. I don’t care about that. I just want to make you feel good.” And you let him

* He lays you down on the bed and kisses down your neck, your shirt already off and he drags his lips across your chest, grin plastered when you whine as he toys with your nipple

* “So beautiful” he whispers, tongue point out when he slowly pulls your trousers down

* He feels his cock twitch at the slight bulge forming in your underwear

* His own dent forming as he sits between your thighs in only his shorts

* He groan when he takes off your underwear, hips unconsciously rutting forward as he sees your pussy glistening and your pretty cock tip swollen

* “You’re so fuck hot. Look at what you’ve done.” He locks his eyes with yours and watches you trail down to see him free his hard cock out, giving it a few pumps

* He drags his finger against your folds, your own cock twitching at his touch and it’s enough for him to tease his tip at your entrance

* He clenches his jaw when he slides in, eyes shut as he feels your pussy swallow his hard cock

* “Fuck baby just like that.” He groans when you moan our his name, walls tightening when he slides his whole length in

* He places both hands on your hip, holding them down as he begins to rock against you

* “Tetsu- tets- so goo-“ he grins at your inability to form your words, thrust getting faster when you arch your back

* And then he sees your cock stand tall, he doesn’t even think as he wraps his large hand against it

* You yell at his grip, body thrashing in the sheet as he begins jerking you off

* The double stimulation has you stuttering

* And his eyes are just watching how your pussy pulls him in and your cock growing redder with every pump

* “Fuck you’re so hot...so sexy.”

* “Pleas- I.. I’m so close.” And so he moves his hand faster, you tending body sigh you’re about to cum

* And then he sees they way your cum sprays onto your chest, the liquid drops decorating your skin, he feels his balls tighten

* “Shit Kitten!” He moans as he slips out and cums between your folds

* Your now softening cock reaching to touch some of his load and he just knows he’s keeping you forever

Atsumu

* He’s instigated sex a couple of times

* He never got mad when you brush it away though, he really likes you and he wasn’t going to let it come in the way

* And then one day while you’re making out, his hands start to travel down your stomach, almost making it to your crotch if you didn’t stop him

* And now he’s concerned but doesn’t say anything until you tell him the issue

* To say he’s shocked is an understatement

* He’s trying to visualise how you look down their, a cock and a pussy, fuck he instantly got hard

* “That’s not gonna stop me, you know. That’s actually got me fully hard, sweetheart. Ya gonna let daddy give you a good time?” He’s not sure if the image of your cunt and cock made him slip out the ‘daddy’

* “Yes please, daddy.” He groans so loudly when you shyly reply, he drops his face back to yours and kisses you hungrily

* He spreads your thighs apart and starts grinding against you, both of you still dressed

* Your moans has him consumed and he quickly sheds off his shirt, lowering his pants and stripping you that you’re only in your underwear

* A clear outline of the effect he has on you showing

* “Shit babe, who said you could be so fucking hot” he hoots as he kisses down your stomach, slowly lowering your underwear and the small slap of your cock hitting his face has him jumping your thigh

* He licks his lips hungrily, ripping your underwear away and slipping your cock into his mouth

* Your hands immediately goes to his head, fingers gripping his hair as his wet tongue dances around your tip

* “Mmm” he groans and the vibration has you thrusting your hips upwards, dick deep into his throat as he gags

* You try to pull away but he hold you into position, one hand trailing to his own fat cock, stroking it as he makes eye contact with you

* He bobs his head, your whines and whimper making him speed up and when he finally pulls away, he watches as his spit covers your cock, quickly pushing his cock into your pussy, eyes rolled back at the sensation of your tight wet walls hug him

* “So tight, fuck you gonna take my cock like a good bunny?” He demands as he begins moving back and forth

* He hunches over you, gives you sloppy kisses and feels yo it hand travel between where you’re connected

* He bellows a moan as he watches your pump your cock fast, he matches up it pace, his balls slapping against your ass as you use jerk yourself off

* When he feels you tighten against him, he thrust sharply and bellows a groan, eyes stuck on your hand as you arch your back and shoot out a little bit of cum and cums inside you

* “That’s a pretty fucking sight..” he smirks as his cum oozes out

Bokuto

* You actually enclosed to him about not being comfortable with sex yet, not really explaining why but he respected it

* Until one night you’re both rubbing your hands against each other and he accidentally places his hand over your crotch and you tense

* “Huh ? Baby baby what’s wrong? I - I’m so sorry.” Starts apologising over and over until you calm him down

* And then you tell him about having both a dick and vagina, also telling him that you had a bad experience with your ex because of it

* He just looks so confused, why would your ex have an issue at being able to pleasure you in two different ways?

* “Baby, if you let me I’ll replace that memory with something amazing.” He gives you a small smile and you agree

* His eyes grow when he sees your semi hard cock and how pretty your pussy looks

* He kisses you hard, biting your lip as he pulls away

* He grins and then stuffs one of his fingers into his mouth, making sure to coat it with enough saliva before slowly pushing it inside your cunt

* “Aghh..” you roll your hips and he smirks and looks at you determinedly

* He pumps his finger inside you, surprising you when his tongue flicks at your folds

* He synchronises his thrusts and licks, getting faster and faster until he feels you’re wet enough for another finger

* The stretch of him adding another thick finger makes you mewl, you clasp around him, thighs pushing together as his face gets struck between

* But he doesn’t mind, in fact he loves it

* “Taste so good, pretty” he tells you and then he uses his over hand and strokes your cock from the base upwards

* He releases a groan when he feels you pulse both on your cock and pussy

* And then he gets to business

* His fingers continue to fuck your hole, the sounds of squelching motivating him as you cry while he fists your cock harshly

* “You like this baby? Like how I’m fucking you together? Use your words, go on.” He bites his lips when you cry out

* “S-so good don’t stop please Kou...” your nails scratching at his hand when he curls his fingers inside of you

* He feels pride fill him, knowing that no one has made you feel this good, knowing that he’ll continue to make you feel good

* He thinks you look so sexy, sprawled out as you suck his finger into your cunt and wither as your cock is in his tight grasp

* He feels himself straining against his joggers, but he doesn’t care, his goal is to make you scream

* He pulls away from your cunt to spit on your cock, letting it act as lube and gets back to eating your out like his life depended on it

* It’s too much for you. You good, you scream as you feel your stomach tighten and you push his face further into your pussy as you cream around his tongue

* Your chest rising rapidly at the orgasm, you look at his smirking face that’s wet with your juice

* “That was so fucking hot.” He states, lifting his body up and your eyes fixate on his joggers

* A small wet patch growing against his cock

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seokjinsdisciple · 4 years

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Pierced

nakamoto yuta x reader

yuta tries to surprise you with nipple piercings.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: sub yuta, mommy kink, nipple play, punishments, blindfolds, cock ring, rope, not much after care, idk i think thats it

(as always let me know if i forgot anything)

a/n: this scenario was completely the only thing i could think about when i found out yuta had nipple piercings

UNEDITED

Yuta knew you had an obsession with his piercings, almost as large of an obsession as you had with his nipples. The countless nights you've spent worshipping them on his body is proof enough of that. It was a decision made with far too many drinks, Johnny and Taeyong doing nothing but encourage Yuta to surprise you for your 2 year anniversary. So he got his nipples pierced.

It was easier to hide at first, able to pass off his lack of touches as feeling under the weather. But as time went on you started noticing things he was doing very differently. His voice trembling each time he had to indirectly lie to you. Just when he thought you’d figured him out, it was time for the boys to go on tour, and he was saved from the pressure of having to keep that secret. When he got back however, the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off one another. Which made it extremely difficult to hide what was under his hoodies. But he made it through, blaming insecurities and asking you to not touch his chest. You were confused, but he had set clear boundaries, and there was no way in hell you were going to break them.

Yuta stood in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring the way the silver sparkled on his chest. He only had one more week to go, one more week before he could finally show you what he had been hiding for months. He stared at the jewelry, the sound of the shower amplified in his ears as he reached a tentative hand up. He gently ran the pad of his thumb across his nipple. He clenched the side of the bathroom sink, low groan leaving his lips at the jolt of pleasure that coursed through him.

His nipples had always been sensitive, but the gentle touch that he had just experienced never making him as hard as he was now. Twitching in his sweats as his eyes fluttered shut. He hadn’t had the time to explore how they felt, nipples either too sore from not being healed fully or he was in a position where you could walk in.

He knew the rules. He knew your rules and how he would be punished, but if Yuta was being honest with himself, that excited him even more. Besides, he didn’t think that he could help himself now, the pinch of his fingers enough to have him doubling over in pleasure.

It was with several soft moans and a decision to fuck your no touching rules that he found himself in the shower. One palm wrapped tightly around his cock as the other gently played with his nipples. He could hardly stand up, knees so weak with the hum of pleasure he had to lean against the bathroom wall to support himself. He wasn’t even pumping his cock, just holding it, the only pleasure he was feeling coming from the sensation of gentle friction across his nipples.

He was really working himself up now, moans increasing in volume as the pace in which he rolled his nipples got faster. He tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth, hot water cascading down his body as he played with himself. He was dangerously close to cumming when the door swung open.

“Hey Yu-” you spoke, bathroom door clicking shut as you entered the room, “The boys said you were showering and I figured since I’ve had a long day I would jo-,” you stopped, eyes drawn immediately to where Yuta had a hand wrapped around his furiously red dick, “What are you doing?”

“I-,” he said, hand dropping from his cock as he met your gaze, “It’s not what it looks like I swear.”

You just tutted at him, brow raising as you glanced pointedly at his twitching dick, “Is that so, baby boy? Because from where I’m standing it looks like you’re about to cum without permission.”

“I wasn’t-,” he said, eyes fluttering shut as the stream of water hit directly on his nipples. Fuck his nipples. With an unabashed moan he slapped his hands over them, your face of disbelief enough to make him burn with embarrassment.

“Yu, get out of the shower,” you whispered, eyes trained to where his hands cupped his chest.

He obeyed easily, already knowing he was in enough trouble for the night, not wanting to do anything else to upset you. You ignored his shiver, letting the droplets of water falling from his skin drop on to the bathmat as you stepped towards him. Hands enclosing both of his wrists and pulling.

You weren’t ready for what you saw. You weren’t ready at all. The instant your eyes met with his red, puffy nipples, the shimmer of silver surrounding them, you were a goner. And so was he.

“Is this why you haven’t been letting me touch you?” you asked.

At his nod, you reached your hand out, gently touching them, trying to control the look of awe threatening to cross your face as a helpless whine ripped from his throat.

“Oh my god,” you said, pinching his nipple in between your fingers and rolling it, “I’m going to absolutely ruin you.”

“It-it,” Yuta huffed, throwing his head back as you continued to work your fingers on his nipples, “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

You hummed at him, eyes flicking up to meet his gaze as you asked, “How long have you been hiding this from me?”

“Like-like four months,” he stuttered, cock twitching at your angry gaze, “It’s why I’ve been acti-ing so weird lately.”

“So you mean to tell me,” you whispered, dragging your hand from one piercing to another, “that not only were you touching yourself without permission, but you’ve been lying to me for four months?”

He just nodded at you, eyes dropping from your intense gaze.

“And now you’re not using your words?” you tsked, using your hand to force him to look at you, “That’s not like my sweet angel.”

“M sorry,” he whispered, pout forming at your words.

“You’re sorry who?” you asked, grip on his chin tightening.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” he squirmed, another shiver racking through his body as the cool air surrounded his wet skin. You gently caressed his jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips before handing him a towel.

“Dry off and meet me in your room,” you said, “you can prove to me just how sorry you are.”

You smirked to yourself as he scrambled to dry his limbs, leaving the frantic boy in the bathroom as you made your way to his room. Reaching under his bed to find the box of toys you kept here. When you felt your hand brush against the side, you pulled it out from underneath the bed, searching its contents for what you were looking for. You smiled as you wove the rope between your fingers, setting it on the bed as you pulled out Yuta’s favorite vibrator and a black blindfold.

You tuned at the sound of the door opening, Yuta’s glowing skin still holding droplets of water in the toned spaces of his abs. He was buzzing as he stepped into the room, shy smile on his lips as he waited for you to say something.

“For someone who’s about to get punished you look a little too excited,” You said, raising your brow at him, “Lock the door,” you said, keeping your eyes on him as he rushed to turn the lock, “sit.”

He shuffled over to the bed, dropping his towel from his waist before sitting down. Yuta glanced over at the toys that sat next to him, nervousness showing on his face. He knew how cruel you could be, and he really wanted to cum.

“Color?” you asked, cupping his face and forcing him to look away from the toys beside him.

“Green,” he shuddered, already missing your touch as you grabbed the rope. You gently pulled his hands behind his back, sitting across his lap as you tied them together with the rope.

“Do you know how hard it has been for me not to touch your pretty little chest?” you asked, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, “Here I thought it was because my baby boy was shy. Turns out you were just lying, hm?”

You pressed a kiss behind his ear, grinning as he shuddered. You left pretty marks down the column of his neck, causing his chest to heave with deep breaths. You let your tongue drag from his ear and into the crook of his neck, sucking gently as you made your way down to his chest. Lips pressing everywhere but where he wanted you.

“That's why I think it’s fitting that you won’t be allowed to touch me,” you hummed, “Plus you’ve touched yourself plenty today. Don’t you think that's fair, peach?”

“But I wanna-” Yuta whined, shutting his mouth as soon as you shot him a glare, “Yes, mommy.”

“That’s better,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear before returning your gaze to his nipples. “But you also wouldn’t let me see how pretty you look,” you said, faux contemplation on your face as you lightly flicked his piercing, Yuta’s cock twitching in response.

“I don’t think you should be able to see either,” you hummed, pulling the blindfold over his eyes. You climbed off of his lap then, taking the time to appreciate how good he looked right now.

His skin was still damp, and there were marks of purple and red blooming on most of his chest and neck. And those goddamn piercings, making him glow more than he already did. The silver contrasting so prettily against his tanned skin. You watched in arousal as he squirmed where he sat, cock heavy and red as he tried to press his thighs together.

“Mo-mommy please,” he whispered, hands trying to get out of the restraints.

“Please what, baby?” you asked, reaching back into the box of toys and pulling out a cockring.

“Please touch me,” he whimpered.

“Oh? But I thought you didn’t want me to touch you?” You asked, tone mocking, grinning as his cheeks flushed red.

“No,” he whined, “Wanted you too but was trying to keep a secret.”

“You were lying,” you hissed, sliding the cock ring to the base of his dick, “And liars don't get what they want, even if they look so pretty.”

“So you’re just gonna make me sit here?” he asked, voice breaking at the thought of not being touched for hours.

“I’m gonna do whatever it is I want to do to you,” you said, yanking his hair so his head was looking up to yours, “And you’re gonna take it like the good little bitch you are.”

He visibly shuddered at this, your fingers pinching his nipples not helping him contain any of his pleasure. He whimpered as you flicked one of them, loud whine leaving his lips as he sagged at your lack of attention.

“Go ahead baby boy,” you said, “you wanna touch yourself so badly, go ahead,” you taunted him, all of the places you had been giving him physical touch gone as you watched him wiggle in his bonds.

“Mommy, please,” he whined, shoulders shaking as he tried to break out of the ties you had put him in. You cooed at him when you noticed the tears on his cheeks, his whimpers to please be touched making you cave just a moment.

You gently caressed his cheek, wiping the stray tears with your thumb, “Do you think you can come from just me playing with your nipples, love?”

Yuta nodded furiously at you, whimpering as you pinched his nipple once again.

“Use your words,” you scolded, gently rubbing your thumb on his cheek soothingly.

“Ye-es, mommy,” he hiccuped, “I think I can.”

You cooed at him, “I knew you could you sweet boy,” you patted his cheek, “Cum from just your nipples and I‘ll reward you, angel.”

You pressed a comforting kiss to his temple, mouth pressing from his lips down the line of his jaw until you met with the crook of his neck. You took your time, placing hickey after hickey across his collar bones. You drank in the taste of his skin, slight gleam of sweat glistening on his desperate body. His chest was red and patchy, evidence not only of the arousal that was humming from his body but also the kisses you had been pressing all over his chest.

You relished in the moans that Yuta let out as you wrapped your lips around his nipple. Tongue flicking over the metal that now adorned his chest. He let out a pathetic whine, desperate for more, evidenced by the bounce of his cock and the blush on his cheeks. The tip of his cock was flushed red, pulsing at the stimulation from just his nipples.

He wiggled on the bed, desperately trying to touch either himself or you. Whines ripping from his throat as you played with both of his nipples. Lips wrapped carefully around one while your fingers deliberately pinched and pulled at the other.

You watched as he threw his head back, a loud moan ripping from his throat as you tugged harshly on one of the sensitive buds.

“What a good baby boy you are,” you hummed, pressing a kiss around one of his nipples as you teased your other hand on his taut stomach. You could feel the way that abdomen clenched and unclenched, a clear signal that he was close.

“C’mon, sweet angel,” you said, licking a long stripe across one of the new piercings, “You can do it baby,” you praised, bringing your fingers back up to his other nipple.

Yuta wiggled at your touch, moan after moan leaving his body at your constant attention.

“Be a good boy and cum for me,” you said, eyes flicking up to where his was covered with the blindfold. You felt the way he quivered under your touch, feeling kind as you pulled the blindfold off of him. You couldn’t help but smile as you were met with his closed eyes, the sensations of his pleasure enough for him to not realize that the blindfold had been removed.

His eyes shot open as you tugged on his nipple with your teeth, a desperate groan leaving his lips as his eyes met with yours.

“Please don’t stop,” he begged, head falling forward as a quiet moan escaped his lips, “I’m so close, Mommy, please.”

“Then cum, angel,” you spoke, rubbing one nipple quickly in your hand. You rolled the other between your tongue and your teeth, not stopping until Yuta’s cock was spilling white streaks across his stomach.

You gently kissed his nipple, making your way back up to his lips as he came down from his high.

“What a good boy you are angel,” you praised, moving your mouth from his chest up to his lips, “So good cumming without being touched. Would you like mommy to reward you now baby boy?”

“Ye-es please,” he shook, abdomen tightening as his high still racked through him, “Want- want to make Mommy cum.”

“Mm,” you hummed, core throbbing at the reminder that you had been taking care of your baby all night long, “Are you sure you can handle taking care of me baby?”

“Yes mommy,” Yuta whined, shoulders desperately wiggling as he tried to get his hands on you, “Wanna make you feel good.”

You pressed kisses all over his face, distracting him with a kiss as you untied his hands from behind him. You held back a laugh as his arms immediately wrapped around you. Fingers digging into your skin as you kept peppering him with kisses.

The whine that tore from Yuta’s throat was the loudest that he had allowed out tonight, nails digging into your skin as you slipped the cock ring from his length.

“Please fuck me,” he begged, head dropping to your shoulder as you wrapped your hand around his already spent cock. He was still hard, yet perfectly overstimulated as you let your palm drag up and down his length.

“You do deserve a reward, don’t you love,” you whispered, mouth meeting his earlobe as you guided him to your entrance. You pressed your lips to his as you sunk down. Effectively muffling your own moan, as well as Yuta’s as you bottomed out.

You ran one hand through his hair, pulling roughly at the roots towards the base of his neck. Your other hand drifted between his chest, brushing over his nipples as you let him adjust in you.

You ground your hips lightly against his at first, gauging his reaction before lifting your hips and slamming them down at a brutal pace. You moaned as he attached his lips to your neck, desperately trying to muffle his moans at the pace of hips hitting his.

His nails dung into the skin of your hips, arms helping you bounce against him. You toyed with the piercings that adorned his chest, dragging moan after moan from his lips as ground your hips against his.

Yuta whimpered into your chest as he brought a hand between where your bodies met. You couldn’t help the moan that left your mouth as his fingers found their way to your clit.

You bounced up and down on his length, kisses turning into open mouth moans as he rubbed your sensitive spot. You let your fingers drag across his nipples, playing with the metal that adorned them.

That was all it took to have him spilling inside of you, breath hitching as he couldn’t help but buck his hips to meet yours. The feeling of him spilling into you was enough to send you over the edge, fingers pulling at his hair as you shook on top of him.

The two of you just sat, holding each other and catching your breath, smiles growing as you came down from your highs. Yuta pressed gentle kisses where he had his head buried in your chest.

You couldn’t help but smile as he finally looked up at you. His lips bitten red and swollen from the kissing, with hickies visible on his shoulders, neck and chest.

“I’m never going to be able to keep my hands off of you,” you sighed, pressing a kiss to his temple before gently standing from his length. He just laughed, reaching out his hands to help steady you before pulling you on top of his chest.

“I’m glad you like them,” he whispered, hands running through your hair as another trailed the length of your back.

“We should shower,” you huffed, trying your best to sit up. Yuta’s stomach let out a loud grumble as you shifted, and the two of you couldn’t help but giggle at the interruption, “and eat too, apparently.”

He just grumbled, allowing you to stand up from the bed before sitting up himself. He took one look into the mirror and let out a curse.

“You left too many marks,” he whined, shuffling over to his dresser to grab some clothes, “the boys aren’t going to shut up about this.”

“You should’ve thought about that before misbehaving, angel,” you shrugged, giving him a shit-eating grin when you saw just how little his shirt hid any of the marks you had given him.

The two of you made your way through the mostly quiet dorm, stopping into the kitchen for some snacks before heading back to Yuta’s room.

You had made it through the hallway before being stopped in the living room by some of the boys. Jaehyun let out a whistle, looking Yuta up and down before bursting into laughter.

“Taeyong is going to kill you both,” Taeil added, smile growing on his lips the longer he stared at the marks that were clearly displayed all over Yuta’s body, “We have schedules this week.”

“Shut up,” Yuta whined, flipping off the boys who were still trying to contain their laughs.

“Why am I going to kill them?” A voice, Taeyong’s voice, said from behind the two of you.

Before either of you could say anything, Taeyong was in front of you, mouth agape and eyes locked onto the marks on Yuta’s neck.

“Jesus,” he whispered, “I take it you liked his piercings?”

“Uh-,” you started, glancing over at Yuta’s pink cheeks, “Yeah. I’m sorry, Yong. I won’t get so carried away next time.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you before adding, “Just next time do it somewhere none of us can see, ok?”

And god, if that didn’t give you ideas.

#yuta smut #yuta fluff #yuta angst #yuta #yuta x reader #sub!yuta #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 angst #nct 127 fluff #yuta scenarios

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vvideonasties · 4 years

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clear-cut

"Good morning," Jon says.

"Um," Martin replies.

Jon then realises that him holding a pair of scissors so close to his eyes not long after ranting about gouging them out would be rather concerning at first glance.

word count: 2k

pairing: jonmartin

warnings: discussion of canon related trauma, thoughts about body autonomy

While rifling through the kitchen drawers, Jon is unsurprised by the plethora of blades Daisy owns. There’s every kind of knife you could fathom and, thankfully, a few pairs of scissors. Grabbing what appears to be the sharpest pair (though they all look pretty damn sharp), he heads to the bathroom. He clutches the white of the porcelain sink and stares into the mirror impassively.

He used to actually quite like his long hair. He’d play with it while he was working, twirling the thick locks around his fingers and untangling knots absentmindedly. When he’d get frustrated he’d pull it out of its tie and tug at it. It was a strange way to ground himself.

Now, though. It’s been used too much for other people’s gain, has been in too many people’s hands for it to truly belong to him. The gravity it provided began to dissipate when Daisy attacked him - she’d grabbed a chunk of it and used it to yank back his head to expose the vulnerable expanse of his neck. As he’d stood there under the mercy of her blade, shaking and pleading, the stinging in his scalp lingered the entire time. It only got worse from there - the awful attempt at tenderness displayed by the Stranger as Nikola brushed aside a few strands to gain access to more flesh, to paste moisturiser onto it with her stiff fingers. The dirt he couldn’t quite scrub out of it after he left the Buried, even when he sat in the tub for hours on end. Even when the water began to run clear, he could still feel the clumps weighing him down, making his head loll to the side with it.

After all that, it wasn’t much to him. He’d wash it, dry it, tie it up. Try not to think of it.

Jon stares down at the gleaming scissors in the sink determinedly. Cutting it off won’t solve much, if anything at all, but it would make him feel a little more comfortable. It’s one of the only things he can control about himself at the moment. If he doesn’t like the way it looks, then fine. It’ll grow back.

His hand flexes and clenches into a fist. Tighten, relax, tighten, relax.

He reaches for the scissors and holds a piece of hair in front of his face, the blades open, hungry, ready to receive.

Then there comes a short, polite cough. He turns to see Martin standing just outside the bathroom, eyes a little wider than normal.

"Good morning," Jon says.

"Um," Martin replies.

Jon then realises that him holding a pair of scissors so close to his eyes not long after ranting about gouging them out would be rather concerning at first glance.

“I’m cutting my hair,” he clarifies, and Martin seems to relax at that.

“Okay.” A pause. “Why?”

He puts down the scissors and shrugs, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Just felt like it,” he says, which is kind of true. “Not particularly attached to it anymore.”

Martin hums, taking him at his word. He walks over on socked feet, close enough that Jon can feel the heat radiating from him. There’s a brief moment where his hands pass over the scissors.

“I could help?”

Jon turns to face him completely, brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, it’s just that I have experience? Kind of? I cut my own, and I used to cut my mum’s as well...” Martin’s mouth twists downwards at that, and Jon just frowns harder. “I won’t give you my mum’s style, I promise!” He jokes weakly. It falls flat, and the whole atmosphere feels stilted.

“Okay. Why not.”

“...Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt your whole-”

“It’s fine. I could use some help reaching the back anyway.” As much as he just wants to lop all of it off, he doesn’t want it to look messy.

Martin seems to brighten, probably at the relief of having something to focus on, and he walks off to grab a chair from the small dining table as Jon hovers awkwardly. He positions it in the living room, close to the small TV they’ve been using sporadically. They’ve been steadily working their way through the small cabinet full of DVDs underneath it. However, Jon isn’t exactly sure how long they’re going to be staying, so they might have to...ration them. The week they’ve been here hasn’t exactly been the most vibrant when it comes to entertainment. Maybe one day they’ll relent and open up the dusty box of Monopoly. That could very well be a major test of their relationship, though.

At least, Jon thinks this is a relationship. They haven’t talked about it all that much. All that mattered in the beginning was escaping the Lonely, leaving London, then getting settled here. They’re fumbling around blindly in the dark, and all Jon knows is he wants to hold onto Martin as tightly as possible.

That little train of thought is interrupted by the small clink of Martin taking the scissors off of the sink and grabbing a towel from the rack. He gestures to the chair, inviting Jon to sit, and when he does so he feels the towel being gently wrapped around his shoulders.

There’s the brief sensation of Jon’s hair being pulled at, only slightly, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Okay?” Martin whispers. He understands without knowing, somehow, and Jon is glad that he can’t see the way his face is taut with apprehension, tinged with pain.

“Okay,” he whispers back, trying to emulate Martin’s tone.

“Can I use your tie?” His voice is still soft, and Jon should feel patronised, but he mostly feels soothed. “Just so it’s easier to cut through.”

Jon wordlessly removes the tie from his wrist and hands it over. He tries to hide the little shiver that passes over him when their fingers brush. Martin begins to hum a tune as he gathers the hair up into one handful (not like they did, he would never, it’s Martin, always so good to him), then creates a loose ponytail that falls to his shoulders.

“Fine so far?” Jon nods tentatively. “Alright then.”

There’s the distinct sound of the blades opening, and in one fluid motion Jon feels the weight he’d been carrying leave him.

“There.” Martin comes into view, holding the thick, dark ponytail aloft, smiling crookedly.

“Oh,” he croaks. “That’s...a lot.” His hand comes up to brush his the side of his head, then travels down and grasps at thin air where hair was a second ago. The cut seems to stop at his jaw, the small strands remaining ghosting over his skin.

“It is. Can I keep going?”

Jon, hand still close to his head, makes a noise of assent. Martin takes a second to throw away what’s been cut then returns. He sinks his hands into Jon's scalp, massaging the tension out of it, and Jon makes an unbidden noise of satisfaction that causes his motions to still.

"God, sorry, did I hurt-"

"No! No, it's okay. It felt nice." It felt really nice.

Martin clicks his tongue and continues for a while longer, fingers digging into Jon’s scalp over and over in a wonderful, rhythmic motion until Jon is practically boneless and falling asleep in the chair. He wonders if there’s a not-weird way to ask for this again outside of a hair cutting context.

“So how short are we going here? You kind of have a bob right now,” Martin laughs.

Jon hadn’t really thought about that. He just wanted it off, away, binned and out of his face. He shrugs. “I don’t know, short? Whatever you think will suit me.”

“Any hairstyle would suit you,” Martin points out, like it’s nothing. Jon smiles. “But I’ll do my best.”

A few moments of Martin muttering to himself and circling around the chair is followed by the coolness of the dual blades against the curve of Jon’s ear, the shhk of them pressing together giving him goosebumps. He clearly has done this many times before, given the confident way he navigates the scissors. Jon certainly couldn’t have done this alone, at least not without making a fool out of himself. Martin brushes some hair away from the nape of his neck. His hands are very warm.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with short hair.”

Jon turns to him, puzzled. “Really?”

The thing with Jon is, when he cares about someone a lot, he tends to insert them in all of his memories, assuming that they’ve always been around (he also has the memory of a goldfish, but he’s sure that’s a whole other thing). Martin has become such an integral part of his life, standing neatly by his side like it’s nothing. Like he was meant to be there and always has.

“It has been quite a few years now, I suppose. Last I remember it was this short I was still in research.” When he goes to touch his head again he notes that he can feel for his ears without having to move a mountain of hair aside.

“Better late than never, I guess! I’m gonna move to the front now.”

Martin has to position himself at an awkward angle to use the scissors properly, his back practically curved into a C shape. His gaze is focused and intense, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Hair falls on Jon’s face as he snips, making him wrinkle his nose and grimace.

“Sorry. You can wash it off soon.”

Jon nods minutely. Then he sneezes. Martin just smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, then continues.

He remembers why he rarely went to get a professional haircut now. That strange intimacy that comes with someone being so close to you - a stranger - it always disturbed him. The idle chatter that made him grit his teeth, how they’d act like they knew him. Then he didn’t have the time or energy to cut it himself after...everything.

Now he’s looking at Martin, though. It’s odd, yes. Intimate? Definitely. He doesn’t know whether to close his eyes or keep them open. But he’s always found it very hard to turn his gaze away from Martin regardless.

His eyes are a lovely shade of deep blue, and he has far too many scars alongside the smattering of freckles on his face. He looks tired. Very much so. There’s crows feet at the corners of his eyes and lines on his forehead. He notes absently that he actually has a thick beard, too. Of course he noticed it beforehand - he’s felt it scratching the back of his neck when he wakes in the morning with Martin’s arms around him - but it’s worth pointing out. It makes him look much older, especially since the grey in it seems to be overtaking the red.

Martin stands up straight and runs his hands through Jon’s hair a few times before standing back, head tilted to the side.

“I think we’re done. It’s not amazing, but.”

Jon is already shrugging off the towel and heading to the bathroom mirror, feeling weirdly nervous.

He certainly looks different. Unfortunately, though he searched high and low for them, Daisy doesn’t own any clippers. Martin did the best he could with what he had - he’s kept it a bit longer towards the front, some strands grazing his forehead, but the rest is cropped closely to his scalp. Jon tentatively touches it and leans forward. He tries to grasp a chunk of it, see if it’s long enough to pull. He fails.

“It’s perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Jon says firmly. “It’s just what I needed.” He walks back over to Martin and wraps his arms around him instinctively, sighing with contentment when he responds in kind.

“Thank you,” he mumbles into Martin’s t-shirt.

“Of course.” Martin is stroking the back of his neck gently. “You look very handsome.”

Jon’s face burns at the compliment, and he chooses to hide it further rather than reply. They stand there for a while, hair scattered around the floor like autumn leaves, and it feels like a new beginning.

#lil writes #jonmartin #ive been thinking a lot about hair and people's relationship to their hair recently. like. why it means so much to some of us #and it morphed into this #hair is one of the few things we can control since its physical and mostly our own #idk i just feel like its a good way for jon to reclaim some part of himself. it certainly feels that way for me so maybe i am Projecting #anyways! take it!#i was actually gonna write a sequel about martin and his hair but focusing on the hc i have that he grows a beard in s4 so he doesnt have-#to see his own face as much. but lets see how this one is received first!#tumblr is such a bad place to post fic because feedback is so sparse. god.#ILL SHUT UP NOW BYE #oh wait i need to tag #the magnus archives

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jtsfavslut · 4 years

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Desperado [GD]

Description: Grayson participates in the famous November challenge, but Y/N has made it her mission to make him fail.

Warnings: Ahh yes...smut, cinge, idk what else

Word Count: 2.5K+

Touch starved.

The term was an understatement for your current situation. Why? Because your boyfriend decided to participate in the famous no nut fucking November. To say you hated it was another understatement.

You despised how committed he was to it. And to make matters worse, he didn't shave either.

And you being you, you were a whore for Grayson's beard. It was mid-November so it was right where you liked it, a bit past the scruff period.

Every Time you looked at him, your core did nothing but ache. Your legs clenched at the memory of how good he felt between them, his big arms wrapped around them; Holding you close to him as he made you cum for the 4th time that night with just his fingers and mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His voice ranged in your head making you shake your filthy thoughts and memories away.

"Hmm?" you hummed turning to look at him, a smirk on his face disappearing when he licked his lips, coming back short after.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Nothing," you shrugged it off, but he knew. Grayson was fluent when it came to your body language, knowing what everything meant, even the slightest movement.

"Nothing? You've been staring at me and cleaning your legs, you're biting your lip and you're flushed. I know that look from a mile away, Angel," he taunted, making you turn your head and look away, scoffing in response.

"It's just hot in here. You have the heat all the way up," you murmured before getting up and walking away.

"Are you serious?"

"It's just really hot in here that's all" an idea comes to mind and you strip your hoodie.

Grayson raises an eyebrow, already knowing where you're going with this "really"

"Yeah just really hot" you take your shirt off as well, leaving you in a bra and jeans, you were about to take off your pants before he verbally stopped you.

"Angel, don't you dare," his voice was stern and rough, letting you know you were working him up.

"What? I'm not doing anything bad, I'm gonna go swim," you replied before walking away, a smirk on your face, "To each their own Bailey, to each their own,"

"Keep it up, y/l/n," he whispered but you were long gone to even hear it, your feet dipped inside the cool pool water as you looked up at the clear sky.

Your attempt was a slight fail, it was good, just not good enough to crack Grayson.

Grayson Dolan was stubborn. Maybe as stubborn as they came, you blamed that on three things; his cockiness, his ego, and the fact that his top three had an influence on his personality.

But you couldn't give it. You had made it your mission throughout the entire month of November.

It was now the last day of the month, and you needed Grayson to crack. You needed him to crack hours before the month ended. You wanted to be as close as he could, yet as far as he could. Your plan was evil, perhaps it was, but it wasn't fair that you were forced to compete in a ridiculous, immature, high-school like bet.

You were sure this plan was going to work. You felt it in your bones. You were clever enough to use one of Grayson's qualities, and a few of his traits against himself.

If there's anything that Grayson was, other than stubborn, was dominant and jealous. One wrong look from a guy and he was railing you, fucking the pretty out of you, not that it worked since in his eyes, your prettiest state was when you were fucked out. Hair frazzled into all sorts of directions, a few beads of sweat dripping down your hairline onto your forehead, mouth slightly opened as deep, tired breaths fell past your lips, sore shaking legs, chest rising up as your eyes closed. A sight only he got to see, a sight he caused.

Your skimpy blood-red dress clutched onto your body in the most perfect way, a pair of matching heels covered your perfectly pedicured feet, a pair of silver snake earrings held onto your ears, and a simple matching snake necklace adorned your neck. A silver purse completed your outfit as you applied the last bit of gloss and highlighter you needed before slipping out of your vanity, grabbing your phone before leaving your room, walking towards the couch where Grayson laid on, a pair of gray sweats, with air forces, were present on his body.

"I'll be back around 2 am, don't wait up for me," you spoke, your nails suddenly becoming more interesting than a shirtless Grayson, "Peace you," you turned to walk away before his voice suddenly stopped you, a smirk making its way on and off of your face before you turned back around to face him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, placing his phone down before sitting up straight, his once hazel eyes scanning your body up and down.

"Out, where else?" you carelessly replied as he chuckled.

"Out where? With who?" he questioned, a dry chuckle falling past your lips as you shook your head, clutching on to your purse.

"The club, with Vinnie, invited me out for some drinks," you replied, only receiving a glare and a scoff.

"Since when do you go clubbing?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Since when do you care?" you scoffed, "Anyways, he's here, I need to go, have fun," and with that, you were gone.

You were out the door, as Grayson's anger increased. Sure, he did trust you. But he also knew about your history with Vincent.

He knew everything, from how you went from best friends to fuck-buddies, to best friends again, so he felt a bit uncomfortable with you going out for drinks with someone you spent countless nights with.

Vinnie however, was aware of everything. He was your last resort. You knew how jealous Grayson got whenever he was around. Of course, he agreed, knowing how sexually active you were. He knew you couldn't last a month. He was in fact surprised you had gotten this far without touching yourself, which he knew because you told, just like you did with everything else.

"Do you think this will work?" He asked, taking a shot of the tequila he had ordered, "Like was he mad?"

"He was furious, you should've seen his face," you replied after swallowing the aged liquid, the slight burn giving you nothing but satisfaction, "He should be checking my location right about now," you giggled when the tiny typing bubble popped up in your texts with Grayson. It had been a few hours since you left, meaning Grayson was probably getting ready to bring you home and punish you for being bad and bratty.

"Hey, if he doesn't give you what you want, just know, I'm always up for you," Vinnie smirked, flashing his hand on your face, rings adore his fingers, as black nail polish perfectly laid on his nails.

"In your dreams Vincent," you playfully smacked his hand, knowing he was only playing around.

"You're right, you know? I liked you more when I had you to myself," he scoffed, shaking his head, taking another shot letting out a groan at the taste.

"Oh please V, I'm sure you have plenty of entertainment around," you rolled your eyes as you stared at his hands.

Oh, how you wished Grayson would accomplish your wishes of painting his nails black, but he claimed it was simply not his style. Of course, you understood, but you still wanted him to do it, it was, after all, something you found incredibly attractive.

"Not really, no one offers what I need, you know? They all like that vanilla shit, with the aftercare and soft shit,"

"But you did that with me?" you asked confused but he just shook his head.

"Because it's you. You gave me what I needed. But anyways, your boy toy is here," he spoke as he noticed Grayson walk in. An angry look on his face as he caught a glimpse of your back and Vinnie’s face.

"Ughh, finally," you scoffed as your core throbbed, your mind suddenly imaging certain scenarios on how Grayson would take you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as soon as you felt his presence next to you, his cologne slapping you on the face.

"I came to pick you up and take you home," he said, no emotion laced with his voice, you mentally rolled your eyes.

Your hand reached up to Vincent's, intertwining your fingers with his before letting out a whine, "But we just started to have fun,"

"I don't care. We're leaving," he spoke before leaning down close to your ear, "You're gonna get it as soon as we get in the car,"

"Ughh fine. You're so boring. You should take a shot or two sometime," you dramatically sighed before letting go of Vinnie's hands and grabbing your phone and purse, "I'll see you another time V, love you, take care," you said, sending him a smirk in an angle that Grayson couldn't see.

"Love you too, don't do anything I wouldn't do," he waved you off as Grayson carefully dragged you out of the establishment. He had parked his car in an empty and abandoned parking lot, having a plan thought out for when he arrived at where you were at.

He opened the back door of his Tesla, before throwing you inside, making sure you wouldn't get hurt, but wanting the message that he was upset to get across, "You think you're funny? Acting like a whore, wearing a slutty outfit to go out with Vinnie? Teasing me all fucking month long, acting like a fucking bitch," he spoke as his fingers came in contact with your jaw, squeezing it in the most perfect way.

Never in his life did Grayson think he would call a woman a whore. But when you came along, you brought a Pandora's box with you. He wasn't sure degrading a female would get him laid, but you introduced it to him, at first it was weird, but he took a liking to it, only with you.

"I didn't do anything," you pouted against his hand, making his other hand squeeze your hip.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

"You asked," you scoffed, eyes widening as a burning sensation spread over your thigh, followed by a moan.

"Open," he muttered, tightening his grip on your jaw, making you open your mouth before he leaned down, doing something you thought Grayson Dolan would never do, "Swallow," he muttered after spitting in your mouth. You did what he said, no questions asked, and no ounce of hesitation in your body, "good girl," he whispered before moving down to between your legs.

His hands explored your legs before you felt a couple of cold things making you look down to find a couple of rings on his fingers, yet no nail polish.

"You wanna behave like a whore, I'll treat you like one," he smirked at your facial expression, he was loving every single second of what was happening, "Mouth of fingers? Never mind, you don't get to choose, don't you dare make a sound," he muttered before pulling down your underwear.

Your body slightly jumped and the long-awaited feeling of his fingers. You bit your lip, feeling so touched that just the slightest feeling of his two fingers spreading your arousal around, "Look at you, so desperate, and wet. It's pathetic," he chuckled making you shake your head before throwing it back as he slowly slipped a finger in, just one, feeling satisfied as you spread your legs and threw your head back, he added another one, and you felt out a whine, earning a thigh smack from him, "I said no sounds,"

He dipped his head down, just feeling the presence of his mouth near you pussy was enough to make you bite your lip, and hold back a moan as he pressed soft kissed on the inside of your legs, fingers wholly moving in and out of you, until he finally placed a soft kiss on your clit, and started moving his fingers faster.

You quickly moved your hand up to your lips, muffling any sound and moan that slipped out. The feeling of euphoria and ecstasy spread quickly over your body, and a knot started forming on your lower stomach at how good Grayson was eating you out and finger fucking you.

"Gray, Grays please," you started chanting his name, not being able to hold it back any longer, the amount of pressure building up was much more than what you could handle.

"You wanna cum for me Angel, Wanna be a good girl for daddy?" He teasingly asked, his fingers moving at a pace that you thought was impossible.

"Mhm, I do please. I'll be a good girl I promise,"

"Let it go, cum for me," as soon as the words slipped out, there was no holding back, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you let a pornographic like moan, squirting all over his face and making a mess in the back seat of his car, your vision had truly gone white, never feeling something as strong before, not that you minded, you loved every single second.

"Oh my God," was the only thing you managed to breathe out, finally opening your eyes after a few seconds, Grayson was above you, his white shirt having some wet patches, showing how good he truly made you feel.

"I don't think you should be saying his name right now," he smirked as you shook your head, "Not after this mess you made in my car, at least,"

"I know a perfect way to make up, but you know, it's still November so," you smirked, looking at your watch, the time being 11:51, he had nine more minutes.

"Really? How so?" He teased, picking you up as he sat down, placing you bare half on his black dress pants.

"To make you feel really fucking good, right here. In this car, and you can do anything you want to me," you smirked, palming him through his pants, his bulge was apparent, but you were running out of time. 11:55

"But it's only valid for today," you added, unblocking his belt before lifting yourself up to pull his pants down, You spit on your hand before moving it, just to make him harder and work him up a bit more.

"But you have to say yes,"

11:59

"Fuck just do it," he groaned before placing his hands on your hips, making sure to align himself before slamming you down on his dick.

12:00

"Look at you, couldn't even wait one more minute," you struggle to say as he bounced you up and down on his dick, loud groaning falling past his lips at how good you felt around him.

"Shut up,"

Please I am so sorry!!! This is so bad and gross, and I got carried away...I also wrote this in like an hour!! But I said I would do it so here we are!! Anyways yeah, if you made it here because you read it I love you!! And big thanks to @blazedgraysons for helping me and motivating me to write it, I love you bitch!!!

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