#i can't control what my mouth does! I'm just a puppy!!

[tickleepuppy]

Aww but why can't I bite you while you make me feel good? :( I think my teeth marks would look pretty as I'm cumming for you :3

[notafunkiller]

you were mine just yesterday - co-written with @marvelouslizzie

Summary: It's been a while since your break up with Bucky happened, but you're still not over him. You try to move on, go out, and have fun with your friend, Steve, but you end up in the same bar you two went to often. It also just happens that Bucky is there too, with Natasha by his side. It doesn't take long for you two to end up getting into old habits.

Pairing: exes!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word count: 10.7K

Warnings: 18+, second chance romance, teasing, dirty talk and pet names, language, jealousy, fingering, nipples play, oral séx (the reader receiving), choking, clit play, metal arm, no condom (but they are both clean and the reader is on birth control), aftercare, alcohol (but she is not even tipsy), death mention, no mention of y/n.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission! I really hope you’ll enjoy it, I can’t wait to read what you think.

The screams he hears when he opens the door and holds it so Natasha can get inside first already make him regret agreeing to this. He absolutely hates crowded places, but at the same time the food is great here, and it's literally one street away from his apartment, he can suck it up a little.

“Come on, I'm starving.”

Bucky looks around, trying to spot anything and anyone that could be suspicious, but everything seems fine.

“You can't relax even for a second, can you?”

He rolls his eyes, but right before he can comment something sarcastic in return, he hears it... your laugh, followed by a strong smell of cherries, and he immediately looks toward the bar. There you are: dressed in a lovely shirt and your favorite pair of pants, with a huge smile on your face. You look out of this world but you aren't alone, no. His stomach aches at the sight of you sharing drinks with his fucking best friend as if nothing else matters.

“Bucky?” Natasha's voice isn't enough to make him tear his eyes off you. “Hey! You said you're starving.”

“What the fuck is this?”

Bucky’s voice doesn’t go unheard by Steve.

“Oh shit,” he mumbles. “Bucky is here with Natasha.”

The moment you hear Natasha’s name you feel like someone punched you in the guts. You instantly start looking around and it doesn’t take long until you finally see them together, standing there and looking for a place. Bucky with Natasha… Why doesn’t that surprise you? A better question: Why does it hurt that much to hear it? You should have expected this.

“We should go and say hi. They're staring.”

“Is this a fucking joke?” Bucky finally looks at Natasha with a deep frown. “Did you know this?”

“Know what?”

He finds it hard to speak as if something was stuck in his throat. “About... them.”

“I didn’t know they would be here.”

Bucky seems like he doesn’t know what to do. He's trying his best not to have a breakdown right then, because how could this happen to him?

“Maybe we should leave,” you say to Steve, feeling uncomfortable already. You are in no mood to watch Bucky and Natasha together. But when you make a move to stand up, Steve gently touches your hand to stop you.

“You can’t run away from him forever.” He’s right. You can’t. You don’t feel like facing them today, but you shouldn’t be the one running either. You slowly sit back down, feeling grateful that you aren’t alone.

“Can you suck it up a little, Barnes? I won’t act like I didn’t see them just because you can’t face your ex, who, by the way, is still our friend.” Natasha rolls her eyes at him, hiding her smirk and starts to walk toward the bar. “Plus, they look like they’re having fun.”

You notice Steve smiling, but you have no idea why. When you see Natasha coming toward you and Bucky following her like a puppy, you understand and try to fake a smile, too, before taking a big sip from your drink.

“Hi. What a coincidence, nice to see you here.” Natasha leans in to kiss Steve on the cheek, then you after you let the glass on the table.

“Hi,” you force the word out of your mouth as nicely as you can. It’s not that you dislike Natasha. On the contrary, you find her a smart, well-traveled, obviously, woman. You liked her opinions in most of the conversations you had, but it doesn’t mean you aren’t jealous of her when she’s around Bucky because of the same reasons.

“So nice to see you, Natasha.” Steve keeps the conversation going. “Bucky!” He tilts his head just a little to see him behind Natasha.

You don't dare to look, though. Your hands are already sweating. Seeing him so close would make your state even worse.

“Steve.” You close your eyes instinctively at the sound of his voice, but you open them when he mentions your name too.

“Hi.”

“What are you having? This looks sooo tasty.” Natasha has always been good at making conversation regardless of her feelings, and you never wished more than then to be like that too.

“Oh.” Steve casually stirs his drink with the cocktail pick. “It’s a cherry cocktail but it’s not on the menu.”

“Of course.” Bucky steps aside from behind Natasha and comes closer to you with a serious, unreadable expression. “The famous cherry cocktail.” His tone is dripping in sarcasm as he leans in and, without any warning, he takes Steve's glass and downs it in three seconds. “Less flavor than usual.”

You don't realize the death glare you're giving Bucky until you feel Steve's hand on your skin, probably trying to calm you down. You can’t believe his audacity. This is the man who broke your heart and left you and he thinks he can just come here and act like this? Hell no!

Bucky's eyes fall to your arm and leans in again, placing the empty glass down and taking two cherries from the cherries glass.

“It’s fine,” Steve says in a way that is extra calm.

“Yeah, it is fine.” You find yourself agreeing immediately. “I can get them to make you a better one.”

“Well, I am curious now.” Natasha gives you a warm smile. “Or do we interrupt something?”

“I can order you one, as well, if you want.” You offer with a fake smile on your face, ignoring her implication. You can feel Bucky’s gaze on you even though you aren’t looking in his direction.

“No need. Come on, Nat. I’m starving.”

Nat…

“You sure?” You are only looking at Natasha and ignoring Bucky. “I can talk to the bartender and he can bring you the cocktail. He’s a good friend, he wouldn’t mind.”

Bucky puffs, shaking his head.

“You okay, Buck?” Steve can't help but ask.

“Yeah, are you okay?” You try to look as casual as possible.

“If I weren't, would you offer me a drink made by your good friend, too?” His eyes and voice don't tell you much. He asks you this in the most casual way possible. Even Natasha looks surprised.

“I think you need something stronger.” Your eyes are wandering to Natasha for a second. “Since you already tried it and didn’t like the cherry cocktail that much.”

He shrugs, not denying what you said despite it being a huge lie. Then he smirks and looks at Natasha and Steve. “I assume you don't mind us joining you, right? I'm starving.”

Of course he doesn’t ask you. He knows your answer and still decides to do this. Okay, if that’s what he wants…

Steve turns his head to you, asking you indirectly if this is okay, and you nod, trying not to look affected. Especially when he sits next to you with Natasha on his left.

You instinctively move away from him and closer to Steve.

Bucky starts to take off his jacket as he speaks. “I'm not gonna eat you, you know?”

“Hmm?” You give him a look.

“I'm not into human meat, don't worry.” He takes off his gloves. Your eyes immediately fall to his hands and you feel the sadness spread inside you. It’s so overwhelming to be around him, yet you don’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing how hard this is for you.

“I’m aware. I’m just more comfortable like this.” You reach for your drink and take a sip, turning your attention to Steve. “Should I order a new one for you or would you rather drink something else?”

Bucky puffs. “He can order for himself. He is over 100 years old, doll.”

You ignore Bucky’s comment and look over to Natasha. “Do you wanna try the cocktail, Natasha?”

She hesitates, looking at you and at Bucky, and you try not to roll your eyes.

“Do you have any suggestions with strawberries? I love strawberries.” She points to Steve. "He does, too."

 “I’m more of a cherry girl, but we can ask my friend. I’m sure he has some good suggestions.”

“Such a close friend”

“Yeah.” You ignore Bucky and raise your hand. The bartender gives you a smile before coming closer.

“Hey. Is everything alright?”

“Everything is fantastic. I just need another one of these.” You raise your nearly empty glass. “And Natasha wants to ask for your recommendations for a drink with strawberries.” You point at her while saying her name.

He gives a few options and both Steve and her agree on one.

“What about you?”

Bucky looks at him bored. “A burger: chicken, extra pickles, please.”

“Any drinks?”

“Your cheapest beer will do.” You respond instead of Bucky, and he immediately gives you a questioning look and lifts his eyebrow. But he doesn’t seem to care, and the bartender just nods and leaves.

 “So,” Natasha starts. “For how long have you two been hanging out?”

Steve looks at Bucky. “We never stopped hanging out.”

“Why would you?” Natasha winks at you, and Bucky feels he is going crazy. Many images of you and Steve laughing, walking together, even kissing take over his mind.

“Exactly.” You smile in response.

“What about you two?” Steve asks with a mischievous smile on his face.

“What about us?” Bucky asks immediately, giving Steve a hard look. “Do you want to gossip with the ladies present?”

 “That never stopped you before.” You didn’t intend to say it out loud, but it’s already out there.

Bucky's head instantly turns to you. “What?”

“I said that never stopped you before.” It’s too late to back out so you decide to go for it. Bucky usually doesn’t care who is around. He says what he wants to say when he wants to say it. So your presence shouldn’t stop him.

“I heard you the first time. I was waiting for additional explanation.”

“Oh, good. I thought your hearing was getting worse for a sec.” You just look into his eyes. “You always say what you wanna say. So why would us being present stop you now?”

“My senses are perfect, thank you for your concern. Natasha and I are hanging out, too, obviously.”

Your bartender comes back with the drinks and that stops the conversation. He puts your drinks by one by, saving Bucky’s beer for the last.

“We’re out of our cheapest one so I brought the second cheapest. I hope that’s okay.”

 “I'll survive,” Bucky murmurs.

“Your burger is coming up in five minutes.” And with that remark, he leaves you four alone.

“This tastes amazing,” Steve smiles, squeezing your hand, and Natasha immediately agrees.

“Yeah.”

“Glad you like it.”

“Want to try it, Bucky?” She asks him with an innocent smile, which makes your blood boil.

Bucky shakes his head and drinks from his bottle. “Ah, this tastes too expensive.”

“You’ll survive,” you whisper, imitating his tone.

“Oh, I will.” He gives you the most charming smile you've seen in a while and takes your glass to take a sip.

“Will you stop drinking other people’s drinks without asking them?” You can’t hide how done you are with his entitled ass.

 “You'll survive, I'm sure.” He mocks you without a care in the world. You can feel the tension increasing, but you have no idea what to do. You can’t control your reactions, and he keeps pushing you.

“Oh, I will, but…” You move closer to him just a little. “If you need… you know… some help you can have a drink on me.”

 “Hmm.” He chuckles and moves closer, too immediately catching on to what you meant. “Don't worry about it, I am sure Nat would cover me.”

“I am sure she would.” You smile back, fighting the urge to roll your eyes and break the glass into tiny pieces, so you just put your drink in front of him. No way you are gonna keep drinking that.

“Hey, Adam!” The bartender looks at you from a bit far away. “Same drink, please.” He winks first and then nods.

Bucky frowns and downs the drink, trying to look unaffected. “You had no problems sharing drinks with me before.”

“Now I’m more careful about what I put into my body.”

Steve tries to mask his laugh by fake coughing, but you notice anyway. So Bucky must do it, too.

“I can see that. You don't mind sharing drinks with my best friend now.” He gives you a bitter smile for the first time in ages. The way he emphasized the word drinks makes you wonder what’s running through his mind.

Adam comes back with his burger and side dish, and you feel your mouth water. “Enjoy and let me know if you want anything else.”

Bucky takes a big bite from his burger as you reach out to his fries and take a couple without a care. If he can freely drink your cocktail, you can steal some of his fries.

Natasha and Steve look at you surprised.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asks, chewing loudly on purpose.

“Taking some of your fries.”

“Thought we don't share drinks and food anymore. We moved on from that. We passed that stage.”

You remark his and Natasha's closeness again and feel your blood boil.

“So it’s okay for you to do it, but it’s a problem when I do it?” Yet you take another fry and put it inside your mouth, looking directly into his eyes. You want him to know this is not about fries or sharing stuff.

Bucky's surprise is visible all over his face. He's simply speechless even after Adam brings you your drink and you give him a forced smile.

“Thanks, Adam,” You say like everything is fine. “I will use the restroom. Would you keep an eye on my drink for me, Steve?”

And you leave without waiting for an answer.

You go to the restroom, lock your door and sit down. You just need a minute alone because all of this is too much for you. Seeing him with Natasha tonight is hard enough, but he keeps challenging you. He acts like nothing is changed, but everything changed when he decided to walk away. Even though you don’t wanna admit it, your feelings for him are still there and they’re making everything harder.

You take a couple of deep breaths and remind yourself this was going to happen one day. It just happened to be today and you can get through it. You’ll be fine.

You get up, unlock the door and just wash your hands, splashing some water on your neck, too, before you look at yourself in the mirror. At least you are looking alright.

You jump when you hear the door opening and turn around just to see Bucky locking the door again.

“This is the ladies’ room!”

He looks at you as if he can't understand what you're saying.

“I said this is the ladies-”

“I heard you the first time. What the fuck do you think you're doing?”

You puff. “I should be the one asking that question.”

“I am not here sharing drinks with your best friend, am I?” He walks toward you.

“No, you are here with Nat.”

Bucky washes his hands in response, not understanding how you can compare Nat with Steve. You are here on a date with his best friend.

“Have fun with Nat and stay away from my drinks.” You leave the ladies’ room, but he’s right behind you.

“I wasn't finished with you.”

“That sounds like a you-problem. I have a drink that’s waiting for me.”

“Just be honest and say Steve is waiting for you.”

“Just like Nat is waiting for you.” You look like you are tired of this conversation already when you snap.

“Are you having fun, doll? Are we bothering you? Did you want to enjoy your date all alone?”

You make a face when you hear the word date. So that’s why he was acting like that. He thinks you are on a date with Steve. “What I do with my life is none of your concern! Just go and enjoy your own date.”

“None of my concern, right?” His calm facade is finally falling. “You are on a fucking date with my best friend!”

“Oh, so that’s why you decided to be an ass? Because you think Steve picked up the toy you threw away?”

When he gets so close to you, you feel like you're suffocating. “Careful.”

“Or what?”

“You forgot what happens?”

“Oh,” you say in a mocking tone. The audacity he has! “Well, too bad you don’t get to do that anymore.”

“Does he do that?” He closes his eyes, still too close to you. “Do you let him touch you? Is this why he isn't around?”

You raise your hand instantly, wanting to slap him right there for crossing a line, but you manage to control yourself, remembering his past. You see him closing his eyes instinctively and you sigh. You might be mad at him, but you wouldn't hurt him like this. He is not a bad person… And you don’t wanna bring his trauma back.

You take a deep breath and retreat your hand.

“Maybe he isn’t around because you are an ass, did you consider that?”

“Why him?” He opens his eyes. “I would take all of your slaps instead of living through this.”

He sounds so weak, and tired, and sad. There is a part inside you that gets angrier because he thinks so low of you, but there is another part that understands and wants to assure him you would never do that to him.

“Why him what? I’m not dating your best friend, Bucky. Pull your head out of your ass!”

He freezes. He really freezes and lets out a deep, deep breath as if he's been holding it for a long time. His forehead drops until it meets yours, and you gasp surprised.

“I was going insane, baby. I felt like my life was just...”

You take a step back, not letting yourself enjoy his touch or his baby. “It doesn’t change the fact that you are here with Nat.”

“What about Nat?”

“What about Nat?” You repeat his question. “Did you forget she’s waiting for you? Or the fact that you suddenly left me? Me not dating Steve changes nothing. So stop calling me baby or doll or whatever charming pet name you come up with.”

Bucky laughs humorlessly as he shakes his head. “You think I'm really with Nat? You think I could ever replace you? That I'd even try?”

“Then why the fuck did you leave me?” You are so close to shouting, but you still don’t want people to hear you. Your eyes are getting filled with tears.

 “Why do you think, huh? Do I look happy to you? You think I'd leave you to date Romanoff?”

 “Why not? She’s perfect!”

Bucky looks at you dumb-faced. “For who? For what? Why do you...”

“For you! You two are a perfect match!” You take a breath, trying to contain your emotions. You don’t want to cry in front of him.

He is instantly touching your arms again, making you shiver. “Why would you say that?”

“Because even if you aren’t dating now, you will realize how perfect she is for you eventually. So go back inside. Don’t let her wait.” You sniffle, your head is slightly shaking because of all the emotions you are holding back.

His flesh hand grabs your chin and you feel his hot lips on top of yours before you can react.

The way he kisses you makes you wanna cry even more. It reminds you of everything you tried so hard to forget yet never managed to…

Even though you want to give in, you take a step back. You can’t handle another heartbreak.

“Don’t…” The tears start to fall down. “Just don’t.”

“Do you not want me?” His eyes are teary, too, and there is nothing to hide anymore. But he can't ask this, he can't do this to you. He is unfair. He left you, he broke it off. He...

“Do you have any idea how much you hurt me?” You try to dry your tears with the back of your hand. “You can’t just come back, kiss me and expect everything to be fixed!”

 “I am so fucking sorry, baby. I wasn't trying to hurt you.” He stops himself and sighs. “I really don't deserve you. I keep making you cry.”

“Saying sorry isn’t enough, Bucky. What did you think would happen when you left me? Did you think it wouldn’t break my heart? Is this what you want to hear? That you broke my heart when you left me? Here! I’m heartbroken because of you. Happy now? Can we go back inside now?”

“I just wanted...” He shakes his head, wiping off his tears. “Let's just get inside.”

“What did you want Bucky? Tell me. What did you wanna hear?”

“I'm not worth it, that's fucking clear. I am sorry for this whole mess I brought into your life.”

“Don’t ever say that!” You angrily point your finger at him. “You know how much I think you deserve. This is solely about you leaving me. You made that decision, remember? I opened my heart to you and you left me! Don’t make me feel guilty about getting hurt.”

 “Don’t you realize how dangerous it is?” He says desperately, looking you in the eye. “I would get you killed... we all would...”

“Really? Is that why you left me?” It angers you more than you imagined. This is probably the worst reason he could give you. Like you were safe before meeting him. As if he didn’t save your life.

“Bucky?”

You jump when you hear Natasha.

“What?” He snaps, looking at her. There is nothing in his eyes that can be even close to desire, you notice.

“Are you gonna come back or should we leave and let you cry for the rest of the night?”

“No, Nat, we're leaving.”

You grab Bucky’s arm and drag him out despite the shocked look on Natasha’s face, and Bucky just lets you.

“Pay the check. He's gonna transfer you the money for our order later,” you say casually while half of the restaurant looks at you.

Steve throws him his leather jacket without hiding his smirk, and Bucky catches it, giving him a typical Bucky look without saying anything.

“Where are we going?” Bucky finally asks when you’re outside and you let go of his arm.

“Your place obviously. Did you walk or took the motor like a lazy ass?”

Bucky rolls his eyes and puts on his jacket. “I walked.”

“Fine. So we are walking back to your place then.” You wait for him to move as he laughs and shakes his head.

“What?”

“You said that when we met too.”

You roll your eyes. He’s always been a stubborn ass. You remember him insisting the serum will do its job and he’ll heal faster, but you couldn’t just let him bleed, so you had to drag him to your place. “Just walk.”

“Bossy.”

“If I remember correctly, you said that when we met.” You don’t wait for him and just start to walk, trying not to think about what he said.

You miss his huge grin and his boyish look, but you hear his footsteps. He reaches your side in no time. “I missed you.”

You close your eyes for a second and try really hard not to say you missed him too. “I can’t do this again, Bucky. I can’t get my heart broken for the second time.” You sound like you are in pain.

He nods. “I didn't even think you’d want that.”

“I just don’t understand what you are trying to do.”

“You deserve to know the truth and the context, so you can stay away from us for good.”

You huff, but you don’t say anything. You two walk in silence for a while and luckily it doesn’t take more than five minutes to arrive at his place.

You get to his door and the familiarity is killing you. So many memories come to your mind and you're not even inside yet.

When you finally step in, it's like time has not passed: the TV, the couch... except for the sheet. The sheet is back on the floor.

“Are you sleeping on the ground again?”

Bucky sighs, taking off his shoes. “Can we ignore that? Let's focus on your questions. Do you want a glass of water?”

“Answer my question while pouring me a glass of water then.”

“The man who almost killed you when we met?” He opens the fridge and takes out the water bottle before directly handing it to you. “He's a part of the new wave of Hydra.”

You look at him, feeling completely confused. You don’t even notice the water bottle.

Hydra?

 “They might know about you...” He bites his bottom lip entirely, showing his frustration. “We managed to take a few down. They are careless as fuck, so young and dumb.” He just puts down the bottle on the kitchen counter.

 “You… left me… because you think they are after me because of you?”

Bucky looks away. “Does it matter?”

“Isn’t that why I am here? Because you wanted me to know the truth. So just tell me. Is that why you left me?”

“He knew your name, where you work, your family.” Bucky pauses, trying to control his anger. “He knew we were together. I have no idea how because you know... you know I never let my guard down. And what if they’d have gotten you? What if they do? You need to stay away from me, us.”

He can’t believe Steve or the rest thought it’s okay to continue to be around you.

“So you decided to leave me alone, be a more vulnerable target. Good job Bucky! Very well done!” You start to clap. “You are the dumbest person I have ever met.”

“Do you honestly think I left you unprotected?” Bucky puffs, as if he can't believe you'd ever think that.

“Then why did you have to leave? What was the point, huh? If they already knew all that stuff about me… about us… What the fuck was the point?”

“What if they kidnap you or kill you just have me back?”

You sigh. “You know that’s always a possibility in our world right?”

He hesitates before speaking. “What if they trigger me?”

You take a frustrated deep breath. There is no way they can do that again. No way! But if he thinks that, then it means he doesn’t trust himself or his skills. Again. “You accepted the defeat already.”

Bucky snaps immediately. “Do you not understand I could kill you? I could kill you and not even...” He closes his eyes unable to look at you as he speaks. He could not recognize you. He could make you suffer in the worst possible ways if you were his target.

“This is why I said you accepted the defeat already!”

 “I could kill you...” Bucky repeats so shaken.

 “You wouldn’t.” You’ve never been more sure in your life.

 “How do you know that? I almost killed everyone...”

 “You didn’t kill Steve.”

Bucky gets closer again, shocked by how calmly you talk about his worst nightmare. “I can't risk that. I cannot risk your life.”

 “So you would rather leave me alone and heartbroken.”

 “Yes.” His answer comes instantly. “If you're alive, that's-”

 “And go back to sleeping on the ground!”

“It's not like I sleep much anyway.” The way he says it... like it's not a big deal at all amazes you.

“You know what bothers me about all of this? Something I didn’t think you would do...”

“What?”

“You took my choice away.”

Bucky is shaking when he hears you, completely taken aback.

 “Instead of telling me about all the risks, you decided on your own. I would never do that to you.”

“I dreamed about this. I... I saw you,” he pauses. “I was choking you."

 “Not something you didn’t do before.” Your response comes instantly, without much thinking because the tension is killing you and you want to lighten the mood a little. “Choking, I mean.”

And he smiles. You make him smile and it feels like you won the lottery. “You quite liked that.”

“You did, too.”

“I did, you were very pretty.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

Bucky sighs, not knowing what to say. “I'm sorry for putting you through all of this.”

“There’s something else you should also apologize about.”

“What?”

“For taking my choice away...”

“I am sorry for that,” he says instantly. “But I don't regret it. I made the right choice.”

“If you don’t regret it, we don’t have anything to talk about. I don’t need your sorry.” If he doesn’t regret it, what’s the point of this conversation?

“Your life is worth everything to me." His voice is so soft as he speaks.

“I understand that, but it doesn’t make it any better.”

“I am sorry for not telling you." He keeps apologizing.

“You don’t regret it, though. So… I don’t know where to go from here. Maybe I should go.”

He tries to hide his disappointment. He's being unfair and he knows it. “If that is what you want... let me grab the hamlets and I can give you a ride.”

“I don’t need a ride.” You don’t want to be that close to him on his motorcycle. You can handle yourself. You wish things were different, that he had told you the truth. You would have to make him see things from your perspective, but he didn’t share anything with you. He pushed you away completely.

“No fucking way.” Bucky shakes his head. “You should know this by now.”

“You’re not my boyfriend anymore so you don’t have a say.”

“No,” he simply responds.

“The sooner you accept that you have no say in my life anymore the better.” He can’t keep acting like he’s a part of your life. You understand his fear, his good intentions, but he refuses to see the whole picture. You’re not safe either way and he still protects you. He could have done it and still be by your side.

Bucky comes even closer to you. “It's not safe. Did you not hear me until now?”

“So dropping me off is somehow safer? Do you ever hear yourself? You told me you left me because my life was in danger and you don’t regret breaking my heart. And now you wanna drop me home and make me a target again? Is sleeping on the ground killing your brain cells too?”

“I have a fucking metal arm.” He raises his left arm. “I didn't mean just Hydra's dumb men. I mean normal dumb men too.”

“I did not forget that you have a metal arm, but you did since you broke up with me. And you apparently also forgot that I can handle dumb men all by myself. You chose this! You had your reasons, I get it, but you can’t just come back whenever you feel like it, okay? You can’t go all passive-aggressive like you did to Steve because I am on a date. You can’t offer to drop me off. If you’d decided to get out of my life, stand by that choice. Since you don’t regret it, it shouldn’t be that hard.” With every sentence, your anger is rising. You don’t realize you say the words like you’re spitting them out.

“I did not mean it like that.” He ignores the comment about how you can handle yourself because there are limits to that. “I regret not being with you, deciding that for you if that's what you mean, but I don't regret making this choice for your own good. And you would have gotten bored of me anyway. I have too much baggage, too. You shouldn't have to deal with this shit."

You shake your head, absolutely crushed by his words. How can he think he’s so hard to love? How can he… “If lying to yourself helps with sleeping at night, go for it, but that’s not the truth.”

Bucky sits down on the couch. “You cannot deny I am right.” He sighs. “Let me call you an Uber at least.”

“You want me to lie and I can’t do that, Bucky. You were the love of my life. I would never get bored of you.” You don’t know why you are saying all this. You thought and think about him constantly. He wasn’t just your boyfriend, he became your best friend.

You can see the surprise and happiness all over his face right away. He's glowing.

“You were mine, too, I hope you know that.”

“I didn’t. Not until now.” You bite your lip, trying to hold back your tears. It’s just so hard.

“I wish things could be different, but I promise I'll keep protecting you.”

That makes something inside you snap. “It could’ve been different! But you chose this!” Your anger is suddenly pouring out. “I don’t want your protection. You are either in my life or out of it. There’s no in-between. Do you understand me?”

“No.”

“God, I hate you so much! I hate how stubborn and stupid you are! I hate that you never listen to me! I fucking hate how you make me feel!”

Bucky stands up. “Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think I don't want to talk and hold you and make love to you? Do you think it's easy, huh? No! But someone has to make these decisions! I won’t let you die because you're stubborn.” He's so red and angry. “I am not worth it.”

 “For fuck’s sake! I’ve had enough of this, okay? One second you tell me you have to stay away and another that you wanna make love to me. You treat me like shit and then kiss me! Why do you do that, huh? Why?” You don’t wait for a response, letting out everything you have been holding in. “I don’t fucking care if it’s easy or not. You know why? It wasn’t my decision. YOU DIDN’T LET ME CHOOSE YOU. So if you are suffering that’s on you, pal. My suffering is on you, too. Now get out of my way. I wanna go home.” You try to breathe and control your anger again, but it feels impossible.

“What do you want me to do? Risk your life?”

“I want you to get out of my way and stay away from me. I’m done with talking, arguing, and crying.”

“You won't see me.” He looks away as he promises you that, and you feel like crying more than ever. That's it? “But you have to promise me you won't see the others.”

“The others?”

“Natasha, Steve, Sam. We are all the problem.”

“Oh, hell no. Fuck no! No!” You point your finger at him, angrily. “You don’t get to decide shit anymore. Especially not about my life. You are done with making choices for me!”

“Did you not hear what I told you tonight? They should know better. I will have a discussion with them about it too. They are so stupid-"

“I don’t fucking care. Should I spell it out for you? Would that make it easier for you to understand? I DON’T FUCKING CARE! You don’t want to be in my life, fine. Your decision, but them… I’m not giving up on anyone.”

“Why are you so fucking stubborn? We are talking about death and life.”

“I made that choice the day we met, okay? When you fucking saved me. I’m way passed that point. They are my friends, too, and they will stay that way. This conversation is over.”

“I'll call you an Uber.” He murmurs, knowing continuing this would not a wise decision. He expected more from Steve at least. He knew how dangerous this is. At least Sam and Natasha seemed to understand.

You’re surprised when you see him suddenly giving you a funny look. “What?”

“I can't believe you really thought I could be with Natasha like that.”

Of course this would come and bite you in the ass!

 “I always thought you two would be a good match.” That was always on the back of your mind, thinking if they gave it a chance it would work amazingly. She is beautiful, powerful, lethal… and Bucky deserves the best. Seeing them together double hurt.

He gasps as if he can’t believe this. “What?”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“We were together and you thought I could ever replace you with her?” He sounds hurt and confused at the same time.

 “Yeah. I was sure that would happen one day.”

He stares at you completely blank for a while and you don't know what he's thinking. You were honest.

“And you say I gave up on us? You thought I am gonna-”

“It doesn’t matter, Bucky, okay?”

It does, actually, very much, but you’re so tired and hurt and simply without energy.

“Fuck it.”

You don't expect him to take you by the back of your neck and kiss you, surprising you for the second time on the same night. You don’t understand why this set him off or what he’s trying to do. All you can think of is how much you missed this.

He whimpers when he realizes you don't reject him and licks your bottom lip.

You wanna cry. You wanna hit him. You wanna push him away, but you also want to keep kissing him. You hate how conflicted you are feeling.

He closes his eyes, letting you go. “I don't know why I...”

You know how that sentence would end. You don’t need to hear it. He doesn’t know why he can’t stay away from you.

“So you are really that dumb.”

He stares at your lips. “Fuck, maybe I am.”

 “You definitely are, but I am dumber.”

You grab him by the collar and kiss him again. He doesn't hesitate to open his mouth and let your tongue find his, his hands grabbing your ass and bringing you so close that you feel his hard-on.

“Fuck.”

Everything feels overwhelmingly familiar and you missed this so much. You missed his lips, his taste, his touch, his smell… You grab his face with both of your hands and kiss him however you want, however you need.

“No one can replace you, alright?”

“Then what is the point of all this?” His face is still between your hands. “You want us to live in agony for the rest of our lives?”

“I just want to keep you safe, baby.” He kisses your palms. “I really don't want to risk your life. I couldn't survive!” He's haunted by that image of you dying, him killing you… He wouldn't be able to move on with his life.

“But I don’t wanna live like this.”

“How do you want to live?” He finally asks.

“I wanna be with you, Bucky, but you don’t let me. You don’t let me have you. You don’t let me move on. How am I supposed to live like this?”

 “You want someone else?”

 Seriously?

“I said all of those things and that’s what you heard?”

“I heard you, but it's all a mess. I am a mess. I would understand.” His tone is ice cold. He's so frustrating.

You grab his face with one of your hands again and force him to look you in the eye. “Would you really understand?” You question because you are damn sure he wouldn’t. “You would rather have me forgetting all about you and moving on than being with me?”

He seems to think intensely for a couple of seconds, contemplating, imagining different scenarios. You can feel his jaw clenching and you bite your lip.

“You know there is no turning back then, right?”

You don’t understand what he means. “Turning back from what?”

He kisses you as if that is the only answer he can give you. And kisses you. And kisses you until you feel the salty taste of his tears.

Your heart breaks seeing him like this. So vulnerable and tormented. You break the kiss, look at his face, and you feel yourself tearing up.

 “You're so fucking stubborn, baby.”

 “So are you.”

Bucky smiles, kissing away a few tears on your cheeks. “Can I have you?”

“You gotta work for that.”

That doesn’t seem to deter him. “Yeah? Good, I love working.”

“Yeah? Because it’s not gonna be easy.”

Bucky smiles sadly. “When do I like it easy?”

“I mean it, Bucky. You have to earn my trust back.”

He takes a step back. “And I mean it, I'm here to prove that. I know what a hard and long process it is, and I would never leave you alone again unless you are tired of me. I will protect you with my life, I promise.”

You can’t believe the switch he made. Finally!

“Good. Now come and kiss me because I missed you.” You finally admit it out loud. He’s being vulnerable, so can you, but he hesitates a little.

There’s something in his eyes, maybe it’s the willingness to do anything to earn your trust back, including holding back and waiting, but you don’t want to wait.

“I said gaining my trust will take time. I didn’t say I wanna wait, Bucky.”

“What's the difference?” He’s reluctant, not wanting to make another mistake.

“The difference is I am horny.” It’s been too long. You can’t hold back anymore.

A playful smirk takes all over his face as he comes closer to you. “Are you now? And what can I do about it?”

“I don’t know. What can you do?” You dare him like you don’t know all the things he can do.

“Depends.” His hands grab your neck softly.

“On what?” It’s astonishing how easy it is to fall back into habits.

“On the limits you want to set.”

“You know my limits.”

He looks at you surprised. “But do you trust me with this?”

“My trust issues aren’t over this, and you know it.” He always knew when and where to stop. Never made you feel unsafe. Your only problems are the way he left you and how his actions hurt you.

“Intimacy means a lot of trust,” he says but brings his hands down to your shirt anyway.

 “I know. If you didn’t turn into someone else during the time we were apart, I trust you with this.”

“I don't have protection.”

You give him a look. “If you don’t wanna do it that’s fine.”

He snorts, literally ripping your shirt in half, buttons flying everywhere. “Yeah, I totally don't.”

His actions don’t surprise you. You are used to him ripping your clothes. You just look at your teared-away shirt, amused.

“Sounded like many excuses to me.”

“Do you not see my fucking erection?”

You look down, smiling. “Oh, I do see it.” It’s not something you can ignore.

“You lied to me,” he says in a low voice, taking off your bra in a couple of seconds using his flesh hand.

“About what?”

“About Steve. You wanted to drive me crazy.”

“I didn’t say anything about Steve.”

Bucky raises his eyes from your boobs to your face. “You let me think you are dating him.”

“You assumed I was dating him because we were out together and he was trying my favorite cocktail.” You start to unbuckle his belt, incapable to wait any longer. You missed him and his cock so much you are aching. “Take off your shirt.”

Bucky groans in annoyance. “Don't remind me. You made it for him.” He sounds like a jealous kid. “Take it off yourself.”

 “Yeah, I was gonna make it for Nat, too.” You finally unbutton his pants and push them down without paying much attention.

Bucky laughs, tilting his head.

“What is so funny?”

He takes off his shirt. “Your voice is getting higher when you're angry.”

“And?” You raise an eyebrow, challenging him to continue.

“Did Nat piss you off or something?” He unbuttons your pants, too, as he asks.

“You piss me off.”

Bucky smiles. “You tend to say that a lot. Nat doesn't think that.”

“What does she think?”

He pulls down your panties and you're surprised a little. You expected him to rip them.

“I guess I don't piss her off.”

You grab his face and make him look at you. “I bet you are on your best behavior around her.”

Bucky bites his lip. “Maybe I am.”

“Now who is lying?” You grip a little harder.

“I don't know, doll. Who is lying?” He moans.

“You enjoy it, don’t you? Seeing me like this? Getting me all worked up?”

You feel his hands on your hips all of a sudden. “You're getting flushed when you're worked up. So beautiful.” He leans in, trying to kiss you, but you don’t let him. You push him back. “Couch or bed?”

“Couch, it's closer unless you want the bed.”

“If you fucked anyone on that couch, I’m not even going close to it.” You look at him in the eye while saying that. It makes your skin crawl.

He grabs your face. “If you think I did this, maybe we shouldn't do anything.”

“What? We weren’t together.”

“I see.” His voice is so low that you barely catch it. What you said goes both ways.

“Don’t go all grumpy and jealous again. I didn’t fuck anyone.”

He puffs relieved. “I'm not grumpy.” He kisses you desperately, though, lifting you at the same time until you wrap your legs around him, and carries you to the couch.

He sits down and his hands drop to his sides, letting you find a good position on his lap.

You push him on his back while trying to make yourself comfortable. “Lay down.”

 “I can't reach your tits from there.”

“Just lay down. You are gonna like this.”

He leaves a kiss on both of your breasts before doing what you said, waiting eagerly. You move closer and closer under your pussy is right above his face. He doesn't say anything, and quickly pulls you completely down as if you'd have changed your mind any second if he hadn't done it. You lose your balance for a second but quickly grab the arm of the chair for support.

His tongue is everywhere for a while before stopping on your clit directly. He teases you, though, licking around it, and you can't stand it. You move your hips, trying to get his tongue right where you need it, and he chuckles, sending small vibrations to your clit.

“Just stop teasing me,” you say impatiently. There’s no time for games.

You don't understand what he murmurs, but you feel his tongue finally on your clit at the same time he gets a finger inside you. That gets a loud moan out of you.

“It wasn’t that hard, was it?” You complain while he pumps his finger in and out.

You feel Bucky's vibranium hand making its way to your chest, and you gasp at the cold touch right on your nipple.

 “You always find a way to do what you want to do.” But you aren’t complaining. It feels really good.

He adds a second finger inside you just when you finish your sentence.

“Oh, fuck you!” You say after moaning loudly. He’s definitely doing this on purpose.

He doesn't hesitate to move his fingers in a fast pace, opposite to the way he is using his tongue, which you know he does on purpose. Old habits...

“Just lick it properly if you don’t want me to torture you later.”

He pinches your nipple in response.

“Just stick your tongue out.” You move yourself a little bit away from his mouth.

He opens his eyes instantly and frowns. “What are you doing?”

 “Taking matters into my own hands.”

His eyes glow and he immediately opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out eagerly. Then you grab his hair and lower yourself onto his mouth, gently riding it.

Bucky moans, keeping his tongue as flat as he can. He can literally die like this and he'd be the happiest man on earth.

You slowly pick up your pace, listening to your body and the need to come grows when he moans just because you tug on his hair a little harder.

His fingers start to move again, surprising you since you're the one riding his face.

It makes your knees shake; it becomes harder to move for a second.

“Oh fuck.” You curse loudly. “I’m gonna- come.”

He whimpers in approval and adds a third finger out of nowhere. You can’t say anything. The only thing you can do is moan while riding his tongue. Bucky keeps the same pace, squeezing your breast at some point until you finish all dizzy.

You take deep breaths, still holding onto the arm of the couch. Then he grabs your hips, lifts you up and you find yourself on your back. You yelp because of his sudden move. He kisses you before you can say anything and spreads your legs at the same time. You feel the wet tip of his cock right at your entrance and you moan, giving him access to deepen the kiss while raising your hips slightly so you can feel more of him.

“That was so good. I missed you so much.”

You stare at his wet chin and cheeks and smile. Your face is now wet, too, but you don't care as you kiss him again. You kiss him until you feel breathless. Then you look at him, still high from your orgasm.

“I think I should’ve been the one to say that.”

“I missed you so much.” He repeats as he pushes inside you,

“Oh fuck.” It feels so good, even better than you remembered. “I missed you, too!” You sound breathless.

“I fucked my fist a thousand times thinking about you.” Hearing that turns you on even more.

“Yeah?” So you weren’t alone because you thought about him. Only him. “I imagined my dildo was your cock like a thousand times, too.”

Bucky's thrusts are finally getting faster. “Yeah? Was it good?”

“Some great some underwhelming orgasms. Yours?” You wanna know so badly.

“Nothing can compare to your pussy.”

“Not even another pussy?” You want to push him, so you don’t hold back your question.

He grabs your face. “I'm inside yours right now and you wanna talk about other women?”

“You know what I want to hear.” And it’s definitely not other women.

Bucky's eyes soften a little as he kisses your nose. “I haven't been with anyone else. And no pussy can compare to yours. No one can compare to you, stubborn little baby.”

You don’t feel any shame when a loud moan escapes your lips. That’s exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Harder?”

“Whatever you want.” It’s like your mind suddenly switched off.

Bucky brings his vibranium hand to your mouth. “Suck then.”

You don’t say anything, you just wrap your lips around his finger and start sucking.

“Good girl.” He starts thrusting a little harder, enjoying the way you look so out of your mind. “My good girl, taking my cock so well. Did you miss it so much?”

You wanna say something, but your mouth is occupied. So you moan instead.

“A fucking sight.” He groans, taking his thumb out of your mouth despite your protests. “Never letting you go.”

“Oh, you finally made up your mind,” you say in a mocking tone.

“Gonna choke you with my cock next and we'll… fuck! see if you'll mock me then, too.”

“You can choke me now, you know.”

Bucky brings his flesh hand to your neck instantly and you frown. As much as you enjoy him finally slowly returning to his own habits, he's still being careful.

“Really?” Your eyebrow raises automatically.

“What?”

“If you’re gonna hold back, maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

He sighs. “It's been a while, I don't want to hurt you.”

“Can you even hurt me?”

Bucky stops mid-thrust and raises his eyebrow. “What?”

“I think you might be getting old. Or maybe the serum is wearing off.”

You didn't expect him to bite it so quickly, but he does, grabbing your thighs and finally fucking you harder. “Gonna make you scream.”

“You are definitely getting old.,” you say half breathless.

“I won't make you bleed, baby. We can go harder than this after you get used to having sex with me constantly again.”

“I meant your memory.” He’s going really fast and it makes it harder to speak. “You forgot what I asked for.”

“Want me to choke you?” He moans, realizing what you mean. “Beg for it.”

“Just choke me, old man.”

He says something, but you don't understand what, and when you feel the cold metal on your neck, you don't even care. You close your eyes in pleasure.

“Like this? Is this what you want?”

“Yeah.” The words barely leave your lips. It feels amazing.

“No dildo can replace my cock, can it?”

“No.” You shake your head. “Nothing can.”

“No other man, either, right?” You feel his wet kiss on your neck. “No other super soldier. Not Steve.”

“Steve?” You can’t believe he’s actually asking this. Is he that jealous?

“No one else.”

You grab him by the hair and force him to look at you while you speak. “I don’t want anyone else. Do you hear me?”

Bucky smiles. “I don't hear you. Can you repeat it?”

“You bastard!” You smack his chest with a big smile.

“Bastard?” Bucky laughs, slowing his thrusts.

“Old bastard.” You laugh with him.

“Fuck, I'm gonna make your ass red.”

“Make me come first,” you say in a challenging tone.

He squeezes the sides of your neck a little harder than before and the pressure makes you dizzy in the best way. “You're so wet for me. So fucking wet and perfect for my cock.”

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. No words, not even moan. Bucky smiles when he feels your whole body trembling and a few of his hair strands fall all over his face. His flesh hand goes to your clit, circling it a couple of times in the middle of your orgasm.

“Oh my fucking god…” You murmur. It’s like your whole body is electrocuted.

“Can you take my come, baby?” He asks squeezing your neck a little more. “Gonna give it to you. Gonna...”

“Yes, please.” It is like a whisper, but you know he can hear you. “Please.”

That's all it takes for him to come. And come. And come. A lot, you can feel it filling you and probably dripping out on the couch because there's so much come. You kiss his forehead and hair, anything you can, still feeling out of this world. It's like you could fly.

You missed this... Feeling like being one with him. Sharing this high. It feels you with all kinds of emotions.

“God, I missed this.”.

“Of course you did.” You giggle.

“Did you not?” He fishes once again before bringing his head to your boobs and licking all over them.

“Fuckkk.” Your laugh turns into moaning. You want to push your breasts more into his mouth. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

He sucks your right nipple in return. “Ihm.”

“If you keep sucking it I might come again.”

Bucky sucks even more, bringing his vibranium to your other breast.

“Move your hand on my clit,” you say after moaning loudly.

He does it quickly, making sure to tickle you before finally touching your clit. You giggle first, then moan when you feel his mouth sucking on your nipple while his fingers work on your clit. You close your eyes and let yourself enjoy this double stimulation.

“So soft.” You can barely understand what he says while still sucking. You take a sharp breath when your legs start to tremble. He's enjoying every single whimper of yours as he keeps moving his mouth and hand at the same time.

You love hearing the sounds he makes while sucking on your nipple. You run your hands through his hair and enjoy your high to the fullest until it feels too much. You grab his hair and move his mouth away from you.

“That’s… that’s… enough.”

“Why?” He sounds like a little kid.

“I’m… sensitive.”

Bucky takes his mouth off immediately with a pop and kisses you as an apology. You tremble under his touch once again, sighing right after it.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” It’s obvious that you don’t mind. You sound content and satisfied.

He completely gets out of you too while licking his finger. “Gonna get you a towel and a glass of water. And a blanket.”

“Why a blanket?” You look at him confused while Bucky stands up hesitatingly

“For you...”

“Did you sell your bed or something? Are we sleeping here?” You joke.

“I was gonna make you some fries...”

“Fries?” You straighten up a little, surprised.

“Yep. I think I have some pickles, too.”

“Okay.” A warm smile spreads on your face. This is the Bucky you remember. He smiles, too, and goes to the bathroom probably, but you hear his chuckle anyway.

*

“Come on, one more.” You try to force the fry inside his mouth, but he's a stubborn man.

“They are for you, baby. Eat!”

“If they are for me, I decide what happens to them and I want you to eat one more.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but takes the fry anyway. “Happy?”

“Very.” You take another fry and start chewing. “You know we should talk, right?”

“Well aware, yes.”

“Are we gonna or…” You’re hesitant because it feels good to be like this with Bucky after a long time, but you also know you should be talking and sorting things out.

“I was waiting for you to start.”

“The problem is I don’t know what to say.” Or where to begin. You feel like you’ve already said everything. Or better yet, you screamed it to his face.

“What do you want to know?”

“Are we trying again or are you gonna say this was a mistake?” It’s at the back of your mind. The fear of him leaving again…

“This could never be a mistake, love. I was simply trying to protect you the best way I knew. I will protect you.” He sounds genuine, but it doesn’t change how you feel.

“If you leave me again, it doesn’t matter why, you won’t have another chance.” Your tone is more serious than before. You want him to understand this. You can’t keep playing this back-and-forth game over and over again. You don’t believe in second chances, but this is an exception. The only exception you are ever willing to make because you understand his intentions, how his mind works, how his trauma still hits him. Dealing with Hydra again is a scary thing. You can’t imagine how he felt when he found out.

He looks at you so proud. “I know. I am lucky I got another chance in the first place. I am not even worth it.”

“Stop with the self-degrading talk, will you? I can’t stand it.” You always hated the way he talked about himself. He’s worth everything.

“But it's the truth.”

“I can’t believe you went back where you started the moment you left me. The self-degrading talk, sleeping on the floor…” It bothers you so much, like it’s somehow your fault, but you know it isn’t.

Bucky closes his eyes. He's not proud of it, but there is nothing he could have done to control it. “I am a lost case, I know.”

“Bucky,” you say in a surprisingly firm tone, and he opens his eyes back. “You’re worth everything, but you gotta believe it yourself first. I can’t magically make you see how wonderful you are. I don’t have that kind of power.”

 “Sometimes I feel it, but sometimes... there are some really hard days, you know?” He sighs. “The past I had, my Winter Soldier past, too, the mess... it's hard to believe I deserve some kind of peace, but I'm trying.”

You know he is.

“You are a wonderful person, especially when you are not an asshole who thinks he knows the best for everyone.”

“I'm a super soldier, remember? I'm used to making these kinds of decisions.” He gives you a small guilty smile.

“You know what soldiers are meant to do right?” You quickly continue without waiting for an answer. “It’s definitely not making decisions.”

“No?”

“No. Good soldiers follow orders.”

He smiles. “I'm a bad one, don't you know? The worst soldier.”

“Until further notice you are not allowed to make decisions.”

“It's not that simple.”

“No, it’s pretty simple. Don’t tire that beautiful head of yours. It’s not meant to make decisions anyway.” You try to sound like a 40s husband on purpose.

Bucky's head snaps to you. “You sound like my grandfather.”

“So you are familiar how this works.” You finally give him a smile.

“I'm gonna take care of you. No one will hurt you.” He still doesn’t get it, so you decide to explain.

“You will do whatever I say until I trust you to make your own decisions.” Your voice is firm. You don’t like it, to be honest, because you know this is super hard, especially for someone like him... giving away the control knowing everything he's been through, but what choice do you have?

Bucky frowns. “What does that mean?”

“It means if you want me back, you will let me decide on things for a while. You took my choice away and made us both suffer. Letting me decide is how you earn my trust back.”

His stomach aches. “I don't feel... what does that mean? There are many things, I can't just...”

You can see the panic so clearly and you realize how this must have sounded. “Calm down, Bucky. I don’t mean everything. Just things about our relationship.”

“Your safety is off the table,” he says without hesitation, and you’re surprised he doesn’t protest about something else. “You can decide on everything else.”

“Nope. That’s what got us here.” You sound calm.

“You don't understand the level of the danger.” His voice is trembling. “Everything but your safety.”

“You fucking left me over this, Bucky!” You raise your voice a little because what if he finds another Hydra member and tries to leave you again? “How can I trust you and accept this? How can I know you won’t do it again and say it is for my safety?”

“Conditions. Name them all, I am up for it, but I cannot play around with this. I couldn’t sleep for weeks because of it. Please... I need to be in control just in this aspect. I need to protect you.”

You think for a second. “You talk to me first. That’s the condition.”

Bucky leans in and steals your fry, agreeing happily immediately. “Done.”

“And you need to respect my decisions. Even if you don’t like them. I don’t like yours all the time, but…”

“When did I not respect your decisions? I think you are very bright and rational, usually.”

“When you didn’t even ask me and took a decision for me.” You look into his eyes daringly.

“Would you have stayed away from me? And I said usually.”

“I wouldn’t and it would be my decision.” He can’t use this against you.

“Why?”

“I could hide, I could act like we aren’t together, I could act like I hate you, but I can’t stay away.”

“We could never act.” He kisses your forehead.

“Fine. We could only see each other in secret then.” That was another possibility.

He smiles like what you said reminds him of something. “When can we have a date?”

“Tomorrow?”

“I hope you won't change your mind.” He grabs your head and you squeeze it.

“I won’t ever change my mind about you.”

You kiss him before placing the plate on the coffee table and resting your head on his chest where it feels like home.

[sy3ra]

tokyo rev series; his intimidating wife and his children

episode VI

synopsis -tr men with a wife who's intimidating and taking care of their children while you're gone.

characters -sano manjiro, matsuno chifuyu, haitani ran, haitani rindou, sanzu haruchiyo

tw: cursing, bad writing, grammatical errors, female reader, children, fluff, disgustingly fluffy, characters may be ooc, not proofread

author's note: yahoo, i'm writing random brainrots in my head before the poll ends. so today i give you tokyo rev men as dads. enjoy!

reblogs are highly appreciated

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sano manjiro

this man is the leader of bonten yet.... he's in his daughter's bedroom playing with her. she looks exactly like him, she had blonde locks and the same eye shape as his the only difference was she had your eye color.

she was still very young so she was stuttering between words while playing house with her father.

just then, you barge in making the two turn their heads towards you "the fuck do you mean 'you messed up'? do you want me to break your jaw when i get there?" you spat, gritting your teeth in annoyance as you set down a tray full of snacks for the two. mikey and his daughter exchanged knowing glances before continuing to play together.

you hang up on the employee, cursing quietly. "jiro, take [d/n] with you when you head to bonten later. i have some beating up to do at work" you said looking down at him. he was the feared mikey, the one who controls the streets of tokyo but he had no choice but to say yes to you. a sigh escaping his mouth "okay" was all he said, you were pissed off already and he didn't want to piss you off any further.

"what do you want for lunch hon?" you crouch down at your daughter, your voice softening. "i want taikayi (taiyaki) because daddy likes them" she stutters, you tilt your head towards your husband giving him a slight glare before looking at your daughter again "does daddy give you sweets all the time?" you ask her and she nods, an irritated smile appearing on your face. "didn't i say no sweets until you finish eating rice?" you say, that irritated smile still on your face. mikey was sweating, his daughter was telling you that he gives you sweets all the time and he knew he was going to be dead. "eat your father's bento instead hon, he doesn't deserve his" you added with that same irritated smile plastered on your face.

matsuno chifuyu

the sound of the entrance door bell diverts chifuyu's attention to it. a smile appearing on his face once he saw you and his daughter clinging to your hip

"hey, love what brings you and [d/n] here?" he says with a loving smile. "need you to take care of our princess, fuyu. i have a meeting" you stated as your carried your daughter and made your way to chifuyu.

"but love, i'm working too..." he says as you give him your daughter. "i didn't ask fuyu i'm telling you" you said which made him sigh quietly. he wanted to protest but that will only make you pissed off at him.

he held his daughter in his arms as her eyes light up at the sight of animals. "daddy, why are the puppies and kitties in cages?" she turns to look at him. "because, if they are not in cages they will run around and mess up daddy's store" chifuyu says. you waved your daughter and your husband goodbye as you headed out the door. "mommy can be scary right?" chifuyu whispers to his daughter, who nods in return. as much as he didn't want his daughter to distract him from work, she was too adorable and irresistible. chifuyu is grateful to you for giving him a bundle of joy.

haitani ran

after you told him to bring your daughter with him to work. well he didn't have a choice but he didn't mind he wanted to spend as much time with his daughter as possible.

*flashback*

"ran" you called out to him while dusting your skirt. "yes, darling?" he says, peeking out on the door. "take [d/n] with you to work today, and you can't say no." you said with a stern tone of voice.

*flashback ends*

and here he was, at his office with a fragile, babbling child on his lap while he works.

he absolutely adored the way his daughter tried to write on a blank paper he gave her. she was concetrated, trying to grip the pen again as she tried to write words but ended up scribbling random lines instead. this made ran's chest bubble with joy, seeing his daughter trying her best to write.

then, he turns her around to face him. his expression was serious "[d/n]" he calls out to her making her face her father. "you must not have a boyfriend/girlfriend until the age of 30" he says looking directly at her big eyes. "do we have a deal?" he adds, extending his hand to her as she grabs his finger with her little hands. "good we have a deal then" he smiles before smothering his daughter with kisses, little squeals and laughter come out of her mouth as he tickles her tummy.

he doesn't want this moment to end, he can't resist having his daughter all to himself. he wants her to be 'daddy's girl' forever, even when she grows up to be a fine young lady.

haitani rindou

"dad, let's visit mom" rindou's older twin said, tugging at his sleeve. "i wanna see mom" the youngest twin adds with a pout

and with that, rindou and his twin children were heading to your office. but then they heard commotion in the cafeteria. rindou and his twins peek at the entrance to find you beating up someone, or rather an employee.

"fuckin' bitch." you spat as you kept kicking the man's stomach. a girl was beside you, she was trembling. "how dare you harass your colleague, fuckin' bastard" you hissed. the other employees were watching you in fear. rindou looks at his twins, covering their eyes. he knows he shouldn't let them get exposed to violence at such a young age.

blood dripped from the man's nose, his face and body filled with wounds and bruises. you kick him with the heel of your boots one last time before looking up and glaring at your employees "this is what happens when you fuckers try to harass people, let alone women" you gritted your teeth. "i dare you, all of you to do that and I'll break every bone in your body" you added.

the employees nodded in fear. you turn to the girl and you wrap your jacket around her shoulder "go home, you need to rest after all that" you muttered.

you stepped out the door and you saw your husband with your twins. "rin, what are you doing here?" you said tilting your head as your twins rushed towards you to hug you.

"we were supposed to visit you, then that happened" he said. "i covered their eyes don't worry" he adds because he knows you'll be pissed off if he didn't.

"let's go then? I won't stay here much longer though, we could grab dinner after i arrange some documents" you said, your husband nods at your words.

the day ends with you and your family eating dinner at a restaurant. rindou is very thankful to you for giving him the experience of having a family of his own.

sanzu haruchiyo

honestly, he didn't know his life would be like this.

he was almost gonna pop the pill in his mouth before you stopped him. "once that pill touches your tongue, I'll cut it off" you said in a irritated tone, a child in your arms. her aquamarine eyes filled with curiosity as she stared at her father.

his head perked up to see you and his daughter across him. his eyes beamed as he extended his hand to his daughter. "what'd I say about swallowing your pills around our daughter, haru?" you said with a glare.

you weren't stopping him from doing his pills, just a simple rule not to do it in front of your child. she's still too young to be exposed to explicit activity such as this.

he exhaled quietly, his daughter rushing towards him as he engulfed her in a warm hug. "take care of her for a few hours, haru. i have a meeting" you said, looking down at your watch. "but angel-" "you are going to take care of her and you will not take another fucking pill until i go home, understood?" you retorted.

sanzu wanted to intercept but he knew how irritated you are right now, so he had no choice but to do it.

now here he was at home, taking care of his daughter. she was putting makeup on his face for fun. "you look so pretty daddy" she giggles. "not as pretty as you princess" he grins at her, tickling her in the process. "why don't i put makeup on you this time,hm?" sanzu suggests, and his daughter nods at his suggestion.

he grins, putting dabs of eyeshadow on her eyelids and a tint of blush on her chubby cheeks. then he grabs a mirror and shows her what she looks like. "waahh, i look so pretty! you're the best daddy" she smiles widely. sanzu's heart was beating so fast and he was in the verge of tears at her words.

to think that even someone like him can experience something so beautiful like this.

he's so lucky to have met you.

-Mayven

[shigarakisbabyy]

bkdk nsfw fic I just wrote hehe

Warnings: spanking, biting, praise, oral, face-sitting, anal, multiple org*sms, mating press, top Baku and bottom deku, porn without plot

Word count: 1553

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Kneeling is Izuku’s favorite thing to do. More specifically, kneeling down to suck cock. He even has his own little pillow to put down on the floor so his knees don't get sore. It's not the kneeling Izuku likes the most, but it's what he does when he kneels; he worships his husband. Licks him, sucks him, kisses him, grips him, everything. Kneeling down let's him have that thick cock in his mouth while he holds onto those muscular, meaty things, Katsuki’s hands intertwined in his hair and his praises filling the room.

So, it's not a surprise that Izuku’s doing it once again.

"Ah- ah, fuck-" Katsuki groans, throwing his head back and biting his lip, "Fuckin' hell baby-"

Izuku holds back a smile as he continues his assault. He can feel muscles flexing under his fingertips, tensing and relaxing over and over again like they have a mind of their own. He gazes upwards towards Katsuki, never looking away once from his eyes. It's so hot to feel small and weak beneath his husband, like he's the one who isn't in control, and that anything and everything could happen to him.

He runs his hands over Katsuki’s thighs, then trails them up to grip his ass. For a man who doesn't normally bottom, he has such a huge ass. Izuku can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Izuku’s face is shoved down to Katsuki’s pubic bone by huge hands, the entire length of his husbands cock inside Izuku’s throat as Katsuki comes. Katsuki groans and stutters, then takes a deep breath and releases his grip. Izuku swallows immediately.

"Fuck-" He gasps. "That was fucking great."

Izuku’s chest swells with pride. He did a good job. He pleased Katsuki. He was useful.

"Really?" He asks like he doesn't already know he did fantastically. But he wants to hear it again. Please be proud of me, he thinks.

Katsuki nods, then sits down on the floor in front of him. "Mhm. The best."

Izuku tries to hide his smile, but fails. Katsuki laughs through his nose and reaches a hand out, fluffing and stroking Izuku’s hair. "You're really good at it. You got like a sixth sense when it comes to knowing how to suck cock." He kisses him on the forehead.

Izuku giggles. "You're gonna make me blush."

"What, you didn't blush when my cock was in your mouth but now that I'm praising you, you will?"

"Kacchan!"

He laughs, then scoops Izuku up in his arms and lays him on the bed. "I love when you blush. I'll praise you all fuckin day if it gets you to do that."

It's not that hard to get a praise kink fulfilled when Katsuki is your husband. Not hard at all, actually. Katsuki will tell Izuku what a good job he's doing and how awesome and fantastic he is just for getting out of bed in the morning. After a while someone might get used to it and it wouldn't make their knees weak anymore, but not Izuku. No, after searching for Katsuki’s words of approval for so long, his praise will always make his heart race and brain blank.

Katsuki climbs on top of Izuku and kisses and sucks down the side of his face, across his jaw, down his neck, over his chest, until hickeys and bite marks are littered all across Izuku’s freckled upper torso. The little marks Katsuki makes lay claim to what's his; they let everyone know who Izuku belongs to.

Katsuki kisses Izuku’s toned stomach, until he's sucking on the skin over his hips bones and laughing when his legs twitch or he whines. "Sit on my face baby? Please?" He asks, staring up at Izuku with puppy-dog eyes.

Izuku giggles and nods. "Your obsession with my ass is concerning."

He's flipped over and pulled on top of Katsuki, then dragged up until his ass is hovering directly over his waiting mouth. "So fuckin' pretty down here though. Can't help it." He grips Izuku’s cheeks and spreads them apart, then squeezes them. "My favorite."

With an eager and skilled tongue, Katsuki slowly undoes Izuku and remakes him again, over and over and over, until the poor man is whimpering and shaking, gripping at anything he can hold on to and sobs of pleasure wreak though his body like a hurricane. Katsuki never lets up his aggression, each moan and whine spurring him on to ruin Izuku more and more, to destroy him completely. Boys like Izuku were made to be fucked so hard their minds go blank, and by God, Katsuki’s going to fulfill that.

"How you holding up Izu?” Katsuki groans, then dives right back in before Izuku can reply.

Izuku whines and grinds his freckled ass down onto Katsuki’s mouth. "M-more- Please."

Katsuki smirks and grips Izuku’s hips tighter. "Your wish is my command, baby boy."

Katsuki snakes his hand around and grips Izuku’s cock, his thumb trailing over the tip in gentle strokes, collecting all of the dribbled out pre-cum. He starts out slowly at first, gently caressing Izuku’s length, then ups his pace faster and faster until he's working at lightning speed, Izuku shaking above him. His tongue works twice as hard, exploring Izuku’s hole and kissing and sucking the rim with complete abandon.

Whining and thrashing, Izuku cums harder than he ever has before, spurting his load all over Katsuki’s stomach. Dear lord, he thinks he's seeing stars. He got lucky that his soulmate is such a master in bed.

Katsuki doesn't stop. He feels he can't stop, because Izuku’s perfect ass is in his face and all he wants is to keep it there. He grips Izuku’s cheeks and spanks them, spreads them apart, kneads them, and keeps assaulting Izuku’s hole like he needs it to live.

"Kacchan!" Izuku cries out, "Kacchan- fuck- please!"

Izuku tries to squirm away, but Katsuki holds him down steady. Izuku doesn't think he could even move his legs right now if he tried. The overstimulation makes his stomach light up with sparks and shake, until he's cumming all over Katsuki again.

"Kacchan- Kacchan-" Izuku whines, sounding so fucked out and done yet grinding back onto Katsuki’s face, "Kacchan- fuck- I'm gonna- I'm gonna break!"

Katsuki chuckles beneath Izuku. That's exactly what he wants. He wants Izuku pliant and needy for him, blissed out and incapable of coherent thought.

When Izuku cums again, Katsuki decides he's had enough. For now. He lays Izuku down, quivering and eyes glassy with tears, on the bed and kisses him all over his face and down his body, until his face is level with Izuku’s cock.

"Kacchan- can't- can't go a-again," Izuku mumbles, his eyes half shut.

"Mmh, that's too bad." Katsuki spreads Izuku’s legs wide open and pins then back to his shoulders. "I was gonna fuck that ass of yours, but if you really don't want it, I guess I won't."

Izuku whines. He never passes up an opportunity to get railed into oblivion by his husband, no matter how fucked out he is. Screw Katsuki for using his weaknesses against him.

"Mmmmmmh-" Izuku whines, "y-you can..."

"Oh? But I thought you couldn't go again?"

"Please- please fuck me-"

"I don't know baby. I wouldn't want you to break, would I?"

Izuku bites his lip. He knows exactly what Katsuki’s doing. Katsuki wants to hear Izuku beg for him, tell him he needs him and that he can't possibly stop now. He wants Izuku to beg to be broken and used.

"Please- please- fuck me please," Izuku begs,"Need you- need you, please- want you to break me-"

Katsuki smiles wickedly, then slams into Izuku in one thrust. Izuku cums immediately, completely untouched.

"Aw, look how cute you are, cumming just from my cock going in. Wonder what will happen when I start fucking you into the mattress, hmm?"

Katsuki’s pace is brutal, sure to leave bruises in it's wake. Izuku relishes in it. He loves being slammed into so harshly, his prostate being abused and Katsuki’s huge balls slapping against his ass. His cock leaks like a faucet, pre-cum settling in pools over his stomach and mixing with his cum.

"You like when I- fuck- when I fuck you like this?" Katsuki grunts, his grip so tight on Izuku’s legs that it'll surely be sore later.

"Yes! Yes! F-faster please!" Izuku wraps his arms around Katsuki’s neck and tugs their faces together. "Faster!"

Enveloping Izuku in a kiss, Katsuki quickens his already brutal pace tenfold. The insides of Izuku are so heavenly, clenching around Katsuki so beautifully and aching for him. With a groan and gently biting down onto Izuku’s lower lip, Katsuki cums inside Izuku.

Izuku cums as well, for the last time that night. His arms fall down on the bed beside him, his entire body exhausted from cumming so much.

Panting heavily, Katsuki pulls out and gazes down at his beautiful husband, practically fucked to sleep by him. He feels a strong sense of pride swell in him, from the fact he can do this to him. He never has to worry about whether or not Izuku is satisfied in bed.

If this will happen after every time I suck Kacchan’s dick, Izuku thinks, I’m going to do it a lot more often.

[odocoiileus]

Hi! Could I get some Eddie x Reader angst? Preferably afab/female reader. The angst is up to you!

pairings: eddie munson x afab! reader

warnings: angst to eventual comfort, brief heartbreak and jealousy, usage of curse words, usage of feminine pet names (princess), mentions of dealing, reader has a fear of being abandoned and is an asshole, eddie's also an asshole kind of (less than the reader). reader has symptoms of a personality disorder if you squint.

a/n: sure thing, anon! enjoy this angst. reader is of age.

you were never the most emotionally stable. you had emotions that were more intense than most. anger felt like fire, sadness felt like you were dying, being normal felt like numbness. most of all, you had a horrible, debilitating fear of abandonment. you weren't sure where this stemmed from — your parents were present in your life. nobody major in your life had ever left you.

despite this lack of reason for such a fear, you find yourself practically shaking in eddie's trailer. your hands tremble, your heart beating against your chest painfully. he's talking about one of his customers again, who he seems to talk about all the time. your brows knit together, a whirlwind of emotions taking place inside you. most notably, anger. and right now? you felt like you were being burned alive.

"yeah, I mean, she's awesome! probably one of my favorite customers. always pays more than what I ask, kinda like a tip. great, right, babe?" eddie rambles, taking a moment to look at you sitting on his couch. he notices the disturbed expression on your face and his smug grin drops, hurrying over to sit beside you. "hey..uh, what's up, princess?" he asks, voice as smooth as butter, soft as cotton. he places a warm hand on your shoulder. and normally, you would want to lean into his touch, wouldn't be able to stop yourself from swooning over him. but right now, you can't help but feel your anger build up more, consuming you like a horrible monster.

"her! and you!" you spit out, scowling at him as your anger finally spills out. "all you do is talk about her, eds! I mean, we can't even have a normal fucking conversation without you bringing up how great she is..all she does is smoke!" you didn't know what his obsession with her was about, but there was only one thought in your mind. only one reason. he must like her, he must have a crush on her, he must love her. it's irrational, but right now it makes sense. you feel like clawing your skin off. you're oblivious to the shock and hurt on eddie's face. "you like her, don't you? like, like like her." you accuse, gritting your teeth as tears swell in your eyes.

eddie's puppy dog eyes narrow just slightly, his brows furrowing. his mouth, once agape, is now in a deep frown. "no! I don't like her like that..you know that, you're just being dramatic. stop being so insecure." he scoffs, taking his hand off your shoulder to cross his arms over his chest. you feel as though you've been shot at the 'dramatic' comment. a lump forms in your throat, you suddenly stand up with a bark of sarcastic laughter. "I'm dramatic? fine! since I'm so dramatic, I'm going back to my house! call me when you get over the obsession you have with your customer!" before eddie can say anything else, you're already out of the trailer, slamming the door behind you.

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hours had passed since the argument – the sun had set, the night sky illuminated by the moon. you were curled up in your bed, buried under copious amounts of blankets, wallowing in your pity. you felt horrible, guilty, mostly you felt like an asshole. you were an asshole. it was always like this - after your outbursts, you always felt guilty, but in the moments they happened..you felt like you couldn't control it.

with a heavy sigh, you drag your hands down your face. "great going.." you grumble to yourself. a sudden clonk catches your attention, eyes darting over to your window. there's a second clonk, before you realize that it's a rock hitting your window. oh, god. that could only mean one thing. eddie.

scrambling out of your bed, you open your window and look outside, spotting the brunette. "eddie.." you mumble. the metalhead looks just as sullen as you do, if not worse, as he maneuvers his way onto your roof and to your window. subsequently, you move out of the way so he can crawl into your bedroom. the second he's standing firmly, he wraps his arms around you in a tight hug.

finally, you break the silence. "I..I'm sorry, eds. I shouldn't have acted that way..I..just," you start, voice wavering. your hands find themselves on his chest. "..felt like you like her way more than me or somethin', stupid I know..I'm sorry." you say, feeling the lump form in your throat again. you will yourself not to cry. it proves to be unbelievably difficult once eddie speaks up.

"I'm sorry, princess. I promise you, I don't like her like that..I never would, I got you and you're..totally metal, 'kay? I just got excited since I've never had someone repeatedly come back to buy stuff." eddie speaks, and you're able to pinpoint a small crack in his voice, the way he squeezes you just a bit tighter. "i'd never replace you, never..just..just believe me, okay? I love you. I shouldn't 've called you dramatic." he whispers and you swear his voice shakes like he might also cry. you nod, blinking away tears. "I love you too, eds."

you pull away from the hug to look up at him, heart shattering at the sight of his brown hues glistening with tears. "I'm a total asshole." you huff, forcing out a giggle in hopes it'll lift the mood. you see eddie perk up just a little bit. "..come lay down with me?" you ask hesitantly, a smile appearing on your face when you see eddie's own as he nods.

[supercorpkid]

Yours Truly, Pink Kryptonite

Supergirl. Kara Danvers x Reader!, Alex Danvers, Lena Luthor

Word Count: 3003.

"As you can see here, we'll start this presentation with an overview of the current business –" You look out the window to see Supergirl staring at you and waving excitedly. "landscape, and, um, the importance of embracing innovation." 

You look around, making sure no one is paying attention to the Kryptonian calling out for you from the other side of the window. What the hell could she possibly want right in the middle of your most important work presentation ever?

You obviously know Kara does a lot of things, but working 9 to 5 isn't one of them. She runs off from CatCo whenever she wants or has an emergency.

Emergency! God, there must be an emergency!

Your mouth dries, and your eyes widen. "Or, you know, everyone knows this." You look at your boss, furrowing his brows at you. "We know our company and where we stand. So instead of wasting our time with the introduction, why don't we just skip to –" You press the control skipping through basically half of your presentation. "the expansion to new markets. And who better to talk about that than my team! I'll leave it to you guys, and will answer to this very important call from our program developer. We know he hates to wait. I'm sorry. I have to –" 

You slip out of the conference room, heart on your throat, completely unaware of what you just said in there.

Supergirl meets you at the balcony of your office with a wide smile. "Kara!" You close the door behind you, looking around you to make sure no one is paying attention or seeing the both of you through glassy walls. "What's the emergency?"

Kara tilts her head to the sides, like a confused puppy. "Emergency?"

You touch her arms, looking for something that could explain why she is here in the middle of the day. "Yes! I mean, isn't there an emergency?"

"Not that I'm aware of." She smiles widely.

It's your turn to master your most confused face. "Then why are you here?"

"Oh!" Kara lets go of your arm, and puts a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I came to ask you out."

"What?"

"On a date! Tonight!" You're still looking at her like you haven't got the faintest idea of what's going on. "Maybe lunch?" She tries to get a different reaction. "Now?"

You look around. This must be a prank. Is someone filming this? Is today April Fools? Surely not. 

"You're not saying no." Her smile brightens up, like this is the most amazing thing that's ever happened. "So that means I can fly the hottest woman out of here right now?"

"What?" You repeat, yet again, baffled by everything that is happening. "You can't. I — I'm working."

"And you sounded so smart in that board meeting, baby." 

"Baby?" You whisper to yourself, more confused now than before. If that's even possible.

"But work is boring," Kara strokes your cheek lightly. "and you're honestly so pretty that I'm sure you'd never have to work if you wanted. Oh! You know what, we should do that!"

"Never work again?" You ask and she agrees enthusiastically. "It's not like you do anyways." You try a little joke and Kara laughs like you just said the funniest thing in the universe.

She composes herself, after a loud snort. "Ok. So you're smart, and pretty, and hot and funny. Golly, how did I get so lucky to get you to go on a date with little old me?"

You open your mouth a couple of times, but keep your comments to yourself. She is literally Supergirl; You never said yes to any date; and WHAT THE HELL! Are some of the things you refrain from saying.

"Kara, I have to go back to work. This presentation is really important." You point to the door and she agrees, once again, vividly with her head. 

"Ok, ok. But lunch?"

"I can't. I have a meeting with the developer." She pouts like a child, and you can't say no to her. Not when she looks so adorable. You breathe deep. "Dinner."

Kara bites her lower lip, holding back a huge smile. "Dinner is perfect. I'll organize everything, and you just have to go and be pretty, which is basically what you do all day anyways."

You furrow your brows one more time and agree with a nod. You make your way to the door, and make a mental note to call Alex and ask her what the hell! 

"Hey baby," You look over your shoulders and back at her one more time. "Your butt looks awesome in this outfit." 

"Thanks?" While your face burns red in embarrassment. 

You spend the rest of the day trying to concentrate on your work, but you can't really because you need to understand what happened between you and Kara this morning.

Sure, you two are used to a little bit of flirting. Subtle and awfully vague. Just little jokes that usually makes Kara completely uncomfortable, and makes her blush in no time. And now, just out of fucking nowhere, she is calling you baby and asking you out on dates?

You: hey! Kara's a bit off today. Something happened? Alex 🌈: oh, yeah. Pink Kryptonite. Why? You: great! One more! What does this one do? Alex 🌈: not sure. Just discovered it. Send me a list of symptoms.

A list of symptoms. Ok. You can do this. 1. She looked extremely happy. But that's not a symptom. 2. She had the courage to ask you out. Could that be a symptom? No. Surely not. Asking people out is not a symptom of being exposed to kryptonite. 3. She called you baby. Yeah, you don't have a list.

You: IDK, just weird. We'll meet up later and I'll try to investigate further. Alex 🌈: great! Will do the same from here.

Not good enough. You look down on your phone one more time. Change conversations.

You: hey! did you happen to see Kara today? Lena the witch: Yeah… You: everything alright? Lena the witch: If by alright you mean weird, then sure.  You: weird how? Lena the witch: She spent the entire duration of our lunch saying you butt looked great today. You: got it ✨super weird✨. Lena the witch: What's up with that? You: unsure. will let you know as soon as I figure it out.

You get ready for your date. It feels weird thinking about it. You've been kinda flirting kinda joking with Kara for a long while. You never thought this was going anywhere. It's not like you didn't want it to happen, but Kara Danvers is not gay. Which is unfortunate for you.

Except today she was the gayest of the gays. Queen of the lesbians. So you can't help but look in the mirror one more time, before saying out loud this time, "What the hell!"

Of course you like the idea of you and Kara going on a date, but it feels hard to enjoy this when it is so sudden and out of the blue. Just yesterday when you were leaving the Tower late at night and said goodbye with a simple, 'see you later handsome', Kara blushed so hard, she lost all her words and stumbled on her own two feet on the way out the elevator. How was she so smooth this morning?

You open the door, after the doorbell rings once. Kara is on the other side, the brightest smile on her face and flowers on her hands. "Hey baby."

You blush furiously. Can't keep your body in check, no matter how much you want to not enjoy this moment before you find out exactly what's going on with Kara.

"You look incredible. You always look incredible." She makes sure, a thumb sliding on your cheek delicately. And it's only the second time she's done this, and you're already addicted to it. "Oh, I brought your favorite flowers."

You look at it, bite your lower lip and hold your breath. She looks beautiful. Like an angel in front of you. Blonde waves cascading down her shoulders, blue eyes as bright as the day sky, smile as wide and white as possible, and she is here holding your favorite flowers. How the hell are you going to resist her?

"Thanks, baby.” God, no! What are you doing? No flirting! 

You turn around, putting the flowers on a vase, and trying to keep your hands and yourself busy so you don't jump on her and kiss her senseless. "Hey, what does Pink Kryptonite do?"

"Um, Pink Kryptonite?" Kara plays coy and you don't even have to look behind yourself to know she is smoothing her hand over her vest, right after touching her glasses. "Where did you see that?"

"Well, baby," You turn around to face her. "it seems that you've been exposed to it." Kara's mouth drops, not knowing what to say. You close the distance. "And believe me, I'm loving what's happening here, but I need to know if this is you or the kryptonite talking. So, what does it do?"

"It turns Kryptonians alittlegay." She mumbles under her breath, and it is only with much effort from your part that you understand it.

Your face drops. "Right." 

It's not like you're shocked about her revelation, she was acting like the lesbian jesus right after being exposed to a hot new type of kryptonite (why so many?). You breathe out, looking at the flowers and trying to ignore your selfish heart and desire to just go along with it.

"You should go."

"What?" Kara's eyes get full of tears. "But, the dinner."

"You're not in love with a woman, Kara. The effects of the kryptonite will fade and you'll regret this whole thing. So before we do something that can ruin our friendship, you should go." 

A tear falls from her eye, and she bites her lower lip to keep herself from crying out loud. Your heart is squeezing in your chest and you're having to summon all of your strength to keep going with this and not just simply kiss her better. 

"But that's not it." She tries, sounding small and in pain.

"Kara, it's ok." It's your turn to stroke her cheek lovingly and carefully, wiping the single tear away. "It was fun, but it isn't you. And for this to happen, I need to be you. Ok?" You're explaining yourself with caution, almost as if you're talking to a child. She agrees with her head, slowly, looking small in her tall body. "Don't worry. It will wear off soon, and you'll be yourself again. And you’ll be glad this didn’t happen." You kiss her cheek and give her a wistful smile.

Kara makes her way out of your apartment, crestfallen and so disheartened you almost feel bad. You take a deep breath. She'll be fine. She'll thank you for this when she wakes up free of the Pink Kryptonite.

Gee, a kryptonite that turns them gay. What the hell was going on in Krypton? But also, you wish you were there. The parties must have been wild.

You turn around in your bed, the flowers that Kara brought keep haunting you, because you decided to put them right next to your bed. You sit up, rubbing your face awake. Why the hell did you kick Kara out the door? It could've happened! It could finally have happened! Why didn't you take advantage of it?

Oh yeah. Yours truly, Pink Kryptonite. Ugh. She didn't really want you, she was just gay for a day. You roll your eyes to yourself. Now you'll just have to live with the awkwardness and the desire while you're around her. Great.

You hear a light tap on the glass and you let out a shit-scare scream, only to see Supergirl flying on the other side of your window. You hear a soft, "sorry." when she realizes how shaken you got.

You open the window to find a glowing Supergirl, and it doesn't take much deducing to understand she's been under the yellow sun bed for a while.

"I flew as close as I could to the sun." She explains, still on the other side, but it's quick to make her way inside. "The yellow sun emulators are alright, but there's nothing better than the real thing."

"Yeah." It's all you can say.

"I wanted to get rid of the Pink Kryptonite as fast as possible." Kara explains it further, and finally puts her glass back so she can change back into her normal clothes. "I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I heard you were still up. I wanted to apologize."

"Whoa, I knew you'd regret it, but God that was fast. Must be some kind of new record for me." You sit back on your bed with a loud sigh.

"No, no." Kara is quick to follow you, kneeling in front of you and holding your hand. "I wanted to apologize for waiting for the kryptonite to finally show me what my life could've been like if I had a little bit of courage."

"Kara, you are the epitome of courage."

"No, I'm not. I've been wanting to ask you out for months and haven't got the courage." She confesses. "Do you know how many times I almost called you baby these past few weeks?"

"You said Pink Kryptonite turns Kryptonian gays." She shakes her head agreeing. "For you to be turned into something, you can't already be that something."

"It turned me extra gay." 

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh, but she's not scared of showing you her wide smile. "Let me show you."

"Show me what?" 

Kara perches up, thumb sliding across your cheek until her hand cups your face. "Let me show you that it wasn't the Pink Kryptonite that turned me gay." She brings your face closer. "Let me show you how you were the one that did it."

"Are you sure this isn't the Pink Kryptonite talking?"

"I'll tell you what," Her breath is hot in your mouth, and you're holding your own breath in anticipation. "why don't we go to sleep and when we wake up you can ask me again?"

"Ok." But your resolution is weakening by the minute, especially after she spoons you in bed and places a little goodnight kiss on your neck.

You wake up with more flowers and breakfast in bed. Kara has a warm smile, and she looks so damn beautiful just fresh out of bed it's annoying.

"Good morning, baby." She holds your face between her hands, thumb caressing your cheek in the way that makes your heart flutter. She’s obviously able to hear it.

You swallow deep. "Is this you or the Pink Kryptonite?"

"Why don't you ask me again after work?" Kara says feeding you a strawberry, and you agree weakly with your head.

She shows up at lunch time, and holds your smelly tuna sandwich out of your reach, convincing you that you deserve better food. She has it all set out on your balcony, a whole picnic that makes all of your colleagues so jealous of your lunch date. Little do they know she actually flew to Italy for that pasta.

And it's another thumb stroke and another, "Is this the Pink Kryptonite?" question that makes her head tilt a little bit farther and she reaches the corner of your mouth, instead of your lips.

"Ask me again at our dinner tonight."”

After work pick-ups and holding hands and perhaps it's Pink Kryptonite. Flowers and dinner dates and maybe it's just the exposure. Movie nights and cuddles and what if it is still turning you gay. Slow dancing to the TV light and thumbs slowly stroking your cheeks and why don't you ask again tomorrow. And that goes on for weeks.

Alex texts you that Kara was exposed to real Kryptonite this time. You know, not the one that turns her into the queen of gays, but the one that turns her bones into flaming hot goo. You run to the Tower and watch her unawake under the yellow sunlight. 

"Hey, it's ok." Alex holds your shoulder while you cry. "She'll be fine. A few hours under the sun and she's good as new."

"What?"

"Yeah, the effects of the kryptonite aren't lasting. It wears off if we deal with it fast."

"With all of the different types?" You furrow your brows at her and Alex agrees with her head.

Well, haven't you been wasting precious time?

You run into the medbay, and sit beside her bed. Like clockwork, a couple hours later, Kara's eyes open and she looks at you on the other side. "Hey baby."

"Oh my God, baby!" You run to her, not caring about anyone on the other side of the glass that might be able to see you both. You throw yourself at her, kissing her entire face. "You scared me."

She smiles widely. "And would do it again to have you kissing my face like that."

You hold her face between your hands, and slide your thumb across her cheek. "Don't you dare." She smiles, but soon her eyes widen when she realizes what's coming next. You meet her lips with yours softly. But soon she deepens the kiss, and next thing you know she's pulling you up the bed while sitting herself up. You’re full on sitting on her lap, while your lips crash and tongues slide and hands explore visible skin. And honestly, the yellow sunlight doesn’t help when you’re body already feels like it is on fire. 

Kara parts the kiss for some air, and looks at you with full-blown pupils. "Is this you or Pink Kryptonite?"

You roll your eyes and give her a chuckle. "Shut up and kiss me again before I think the Green Kryptonite is also turning you gay."

Kara’s tongue is almost inside your mouth again when you hear a yell from the other side of the glass.

"NO! Absolutely not! We can see everything!” Kara is quick to move her hands out of your butt. “That was more than enough!" 

Alex's face is red from yelling, Lena's face is red from embarrassment, and Nia's cellphone case is red from all the pictures she's been taking.

"Keep going! I'm gonna turn these into GIFs!"

You and Kara look at each other, "We should go." "Yeah."

So Kara was right, it wasn't the exposure that turned her gay. Still you do appreciate yours truly, Pink Kryptonite, because at least it gave her courage to be her true gay self.

[lovinkiri]

So I was watching Hazbin Hotel (which is streaming on prime video) and I was thinking how hilarious it would be if the LOV had a S/O who has a quirk like Nifty (which by the way, is my favorite character in Hazbin hotel😅) she is kindhearted, but there are times that she says messed up shit to freak out the heroes and the LOV love her for it🤣

A Bit Disarming

Author's Thoughts: Had to watch the show, but I love it! And i love Nifty!

Dabi

Dabi truly isn't caught off guard by a lot, he's pretty good at keeping his reactions hidden.

But you truly are something else. You always manage to surprise him by saying the most and sometimes fucked up things.

Like when you're both simply sitting at a bar and you go "That guy looks like someone I once turned inside out"

He's taken aback and looking at you, ever so confused.

"... You did what?"

"Turned someone inside out, can you order me another drink baby?"

Like what the fuck.

He loves you and all your quirkiness but damn, you're so scary sometimes.

I think he'd be pretty good at reigning you in when you get a bit too energetic.

You know, holding you back with an arm around your waist when you're confronting villains.

"Calm down, little one."

"I am calm! Just wanna bite his face off!"

Spinner

He loves you, he swears he loves you so much.

But goddamn, you're a little scary.

He hates driving with you behind the wheel because he has to trust that you won't listen to that dangerous little voice in your head.

He sits in the passenger seat, looking out the window thoughtfully.

"What if I just swerved off the road and killed us? That'd be kinda romantic, dying together, haha!"

He slowly turns to you, staring wide-eyed.

"... Pull over."

"Huh?"

"Pull over, gimme the wheel."

He'd rather deal with your pout than end up upside down off the road, crushing in a metal wreckage.

He's way worse at reigning you in though because he doesn't try at all. Too much work.

He lets you stab and slice and bite, grimacing at the sight.

"That doesn’t look good.."

"You're next, heroes! Wait your turn!"

Mr. Compress

"You should put me in a marble and make someone swallow me, then undo your quirkiness. Think it'd actually work?"

He'd look at you, mouth agape and shocked by the diabolical suggestion.

"... You have problems. I love you, but you have problems."

"So that's a no?"

"I'll think about it."

He did think about it, but not in the way you think. He didn't consider it but the image did keep him up that night.

Whenever you get too out of control, he does put you in a marble, usually when you're doing something dangerous. He doesn't want you to end up hurt, after all.

It is fun to throw your marble at enemies, releasing you in mid-air and watching as you land on them, tearing them apart.

The gore is gross, but he loves seeing you having so much fun ❤️

Then he watches you turn to the heroes with a smile.

"I'm going to eat your friend now!"

He can't help but laugh at the look of horror on their faces.

God, he loves you.

Himiko Toga

She loves how energetic and transparent you are about your craziness!

She falls in love because you're someone she can truly relate to, your energies are so similar.

You guys encourage each other and choose to become everyone's problem.

"Let's kill him!"

"I'll make him bleed lots for you honey!"

"Awe, sweetie, that's so nice! <3"

The league has their hands full with both of you.

You guys are so cute together though,like two excitable puppies.

Just more.. murderous puppies.

The heroes are terrified of you though.

"I'm gonna let lots of your blood for my sweetie!"

Toga giggles at your words.

"Isn't she the sweetest?"

Tomura Shigaraki

He surprisingly adapts to your remarks and behavior very quickly.

Does he find it strange to see you running around the bar, trying to stab the bugs while he's still drinking morning coffee..

But it's fiiiine.

"Give it a break and eat something, Y/n."

"I'm going to tear their legs off their bodies."

"Yes, of course, you are."

He doesn't have to do much to stop you from getting out of control.

With one glance, you're pouting and standing behind him, waiting for the go to hurt someone.

The heroes are intimidated by you, and that definitely amuses Shigaraki.

"Tomura, I'll just tear their limbs off like the bugs back at our base!"

"Sounds good to me."

He grins at the sight of the heroes sweating.

You make him so happy!

Twice

He finds you are adorable, no matter what you're doing.

"Awe, look at her, diving off the counter! You're going to hurt yourself, princess."

"I love the pain!"

"I love your issues!"

He pushes you to be friends with Toga because of your similar personalities.

He likes seeing your face light up while she matches your energy when he can't.

He doesn't try to reign you in either though, why would he stop you from doing what makes you happy?

He loves seeing your smile as you do the most outrageous things.

"I don't like the way that hero is looking at you! I'll just tear her eyes out!"

"Youre such a cutie when your jealous!"

[friendlyneighborhoodyanderenerd]

Ethereal Beauty

At this point, I'm going to make this a series. I generally have an obsession. So take this before I make a real series out of my last few pices.

Minors DNI

TW: Noncon, Forced drugging, public nsfw, 18+, smut, many petnames, yandere behavior and tendency

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As the soft breeze rustled through the cherry blossoms at Xianle Pavilion, my eyes inadvertently locked with Feng Xin's, and in that fleeting moment, a horrible chill went through my spine as memories from the last couple of months played through my mind. We stare each other down for a moment, before Feng takes a single step towards me. My panic takes hold of my mind, so I turn and run. Run, Run, Run I have to run! I feel a hand get hooked onto my waist, and the next moment I'm on the ground. A heavy weight gets placed on top of me. A hand comes around and forces something into my mouth.But I will never swallow this pill on my own, no fuck that, I will not become this insane assholes fuck puppy.

He covers my mouth and pinches my nose once he notices my unwillingness to swallow the pill. No! I can last until he gives up, I won't take, I won’t let this go on. It hurts, not taking air in, it burns. I’ll let myself pass out before I bend to his will.

“Look, it’s Xie Lian, why don’t you show him how good you look under me?”

My head whips up, accidentally swallowing the pill in the process. I come to realize in my panicked frenzy, no one is here. He tricked me, he knew my fear of someone, especially his highness, seeing me in a position like this and got me to swallow.

“Good boy, Let the heat take control. I’ll take good care of you.”

I can feel the heat build up slowly, a need for relief I know all too well. He moves us so I am sitting on his lap. The heat is hitting me, and hitting me harder than it has before. My body feels heavy and hot. Fuck I feel like i’m dying. I pant and whine, gods, I hate this. He could at least have the decency to take us inside! His hand finds his way to my dick, and he grabs it causing me to moan. Not again! No, no! I hate how my body works. I don’t want this, I never wanted this. Yet, my dick is already hard, the heat is becoming unbearable, more than normal.

"Mhh! Fuck!"

"Does that feel good?"

I glare at him, sure, physical yes, but this is far from good. A hand is taken to my chest. It lifts under the loose thin shirt I was given and messes with my nipples. He seemed to have a fixation on my chest, he is always touching me there and I hate it most. My body is too heavy, I can't move on my own. This sick bastard.

"Ah fuck!"

"That's it baby boy"

His hand slips into my boxers and he slips them off. Leaving me half naked. Not even giving me a chance, his hand quickly worked me over. He's done this to me so many times that my body has already been trained and conditioned to him, bringing me closer to the edge faster than ever. He gets close to my ear, and in a hushed and firm voice he tells me.

"The drugs aren't enough, I need to get you drunk on me."

His hand stops just as I am about to cum. His hand on my chest is taken away, drawing a whine from me. I can feel his hand doing something underneath me but I can't tell what. After a good few moments of him fiddling with something and giving me a break, an all too familiar feeling and I get nervous. Only having a second to brace myself he enters me with full force.

The feeling of being so full all at once felt so good. I can feel my mind slipping away slowly, I open my mouth in a silent moan. He starts to slowly pound away at me. He hits that spot deep inside me with every thrust and god, I'm seeing stars. He is reaching all those spots I can't reach and he knows it. My mind is going fuzzy.

"Good boy, enjoy getting drunk off my cock."

Fuck him. He could go die in a hole and I wouldn't care! Really- Ohh fuck, he hit that spot agaaaa-

It doesn't take long for me to succumb to the pleasure. Becoming a panting, drooling, moaning mess. The familiar coil builds up fast, soon enough I'm on the edge.

"I can tell you're close, cum into my hand baby."

He grows into my ear, just that made me cum. My body shakes as I cum, he works through my orgasm. He loves to prolong the pleasure for me. With just a few more thrusts he cums inside me. Filling me more than I was before. My body still feels heavy but better than before. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he picks me up and starts to walk me back inside. He kisses the top of my head as he walks.

As we walk away, I barely glance up. Only to be met with a pair of amber eyes looking at the two of us in horror.

[voxmortuus]

►PAIRING: Capt. Syverson X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 974 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: You are a female solider, so naturally you're walking into a "male dominated territory." Syverson and you naturally but heads, not a fan of his abrasive ways and his lack of giving a shit for most things. In your eyes, he's unprofessional. You and him start off with this wit he brings out in you, tensions start to build. Eventually you two realize there is something there between you two, but being who you both are, this forbidden fraternization just can't happen, but over time, words are exchanged, and hot heavy moments happen. Soon you're discharged and sent home, eventually you and Syverson end up with the happy ending you both deserve but it will absolutely be trying and hard to get there. Do you have the guts to stick it through? Does he have the means to learn to control his urges? ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Reader Angst | Syverson Smart Mouth | Reader Smart Mouth | Reader Syverson Tension | Foul Language | Sexist Comment ►NOTE: I want to thank @mrsevans90 for the inspiration to create a Syverson Series. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist ►Chap. 1

With a roll of your eyes as Syverson's back was turned, you shake your head and lean against a pile of sandbags. Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand you push yourself off the sandbags and follow Syverson as he heads into one of the tents.

"Don't you have someplace else to be Y/N?" He shoots you a look.

"Last time I checked... Sir, my orders were to follow you around... so here I am, like a lost fuckin puppy... Sir... following you around. So, do you have anything you want me to do?" You ask with a bite in your tone and a knitted brow.

"A lost fuckin puppy huh? Well Lost Puppy, why don't you get on all fours, tuck tail and go be useful elsewhere. I've got adult thing to do." He bit back.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead. You spin on your heel and turn to walk out.

"You're forgetting something." He states.

With a rolling of your eyes, a clench of your jaw a tightening of your fists you snarl. "Yes. Sir." You state as you walk out of the tent and off to your own and you throw your cap down on the bed and you begin to pace.

Oh you're pissed, almost beyond so. How fuckin dare he?! Shaking you're so angry you sit down, let out a loaded breath and re-read the letter from home. You miss home, you miss the comfort, and that damn air conditioning you will never complain about again after dealing with the heat here.

For the moment reading from home calms you. You're able to think and able to come down and remind yourself why you're here. Closing your eyes you let out a very soft breath. You end up reminding yourself why you're here, looking at the picture of your family, and the picture of those you consider family. Everything comes down, and it gives you that moment of calm.

But as quickly as it happened, it was quickly ruined. The moment you heard his voice you tensed, your whole body tensed. You were about ready to throw fists.

"Listen..." He went to speak but you cut him off.

"No, you fuckin listen. My orders were specifically to follow your ass around. To do what you needed done. And you come along and treat me like some sort of object. Let me make this very fuckin clear.... Sir... I'm not some object for you to objectify, I'm not some thing for you to just... Fuck you. Fuck you and fuck this whole fuckin thing." You stated finding it difficult to find your words.

Syverson looks at you and crosses his arms, at first, he was defensive, but you had a point. His jaw clenched and he looks at you. "If you can't hack it, pack your shit and go the fuck home." He stated before he walked out.

Reaching down you grabbed your helmet and threw it in his direction. Not realizing you hit the back of his head with the helmet considering you weren't really aiming, he snarled. "What the?" He looked down seeing your name on it. He growled. "Pick up your helmet Y/N. Be in my tent 20 minutes." He ordered before walking away.

He couldn't lie, he was mildly impressed, but he also just took a helmet to the back of the head, so he was a little pissed, though truly not enough to really do anything. He crossed a line, he knew it, but at the same time, he felt you needed to grow a backbone, and maybe he was right.

"You wanted to see me." Fuck his Sir, after all that, fuck him.

"Yeah, take a seat." He stated shoving the chair on the other side of the table with his boot.

Looking down you take a seat and look over at him. Waiting for him to start going off at the lips.

"Tomorrow, we have to head into the city. We have to meet with someone big about some crap. Trust me, I know just as much as I'm telling you now. I'm not gonna lie, I don't want someone who likes me with me. I'd rather have someone who hates me cover my ass than someone who likes me. Be ready, we leave at 05:00. Think you can manage... At least I know you throw a grenade, you'll hit your target." He stated with a mild compliment.

Looking over his face you clench your jaw a moment and your nostrils flair, really? A compliment... fuckin whiplash! "You just want someone to follow you around... is that me tucking my tail and finding somewhere else to be useful... or are you going to treat me like a normal person?" You asked.

"Don't push your luck. Be ready. It's going to be a bit of a hell storm if shit goes south. Also... you speak native Because I'll need someone to translate." He stated.

Finally, something where you can truly be useful. You smile a bit and nod. "Yeah, I speak Arabic... I can translate." You state kinda proud of it.

"Good, be here. 05:00. Don't be late." He states shooing you off.

Nodding you get up and start to head out of the tent. He looks at you. "Oh, one last thing Y/N... smile more. Looks good on you." he stated

Walking out of the tent after that, your emotions are kind of all over the place. You don't know how to accept not one but two compliments, one indirect, and the other direct. What the fuck...? It was a lot in an odd way. Looking back toward the tent you furrow your brow and let out a heavy breath and head to your post for the rest of the day.

[elvisabutler]

be kind rewind

summary: your new husband should know sex tapes are probably a bad idea but you both have packed schedules for the next almost year. who are you to fault him for wanting to remember how you are in bed. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse, you read your lines verse w/e ) word count: 2083 warnings: normal priscilla actress reader warnings apply for this. daddy kink. collars. the usual. if you're reading this knowing my jam with them, i don't need to over warn. p in v sex ( protected, dove has a birth control patch ). sex tape. blink and you very very much miss it puppy kink. stupid love birds being in love. talk of their former break up. no use of y/n, just nicknames. author's note: here's the double dip fic for day 17 of kinktober, sex tape with austin butler x priscilla actress reader. so i set this once again in the future for them when they're happy but pre-oscars so austin is about to go from the press junket to dune to bikeriders and dove is going to be going to her projects. so they will be apart for a while. the vegas wedding on the press junket happened so they're married as well. enjoy. i had this in my drafts for a while but i finally finished it.

"Aus, do you know if the camera is set up right?" You ask from your perch on the bed. You're dressed in your laciest set of lingerie despite Austin making jokes about how you could be naked for the start of this and he wouldn't care.

For his part, he is actually naked when he comes into the camera view after checking for what seems like the fifteenth time that everything is fine. He nods slowly, stalking over to you like you're prey. "Positive, and it's not connected to any laptop or computer. We're safe. Dove, I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't take every precaution for it getting leaked. You know how I am about that."

He's seen what leaked sexual things can do to a person he loves and while you make him selfish and make him want to throw every rule he might have about relationships and his limits out the window, he would die rather than to cause you harm- intentional or otherwise. After all, hadn't you both done enough of that to each other already?

His body is like a big cat or a crocodile slinking over to your with intent in his eyes and his cock surprisingly already ready for the occasion. You eye him under lidded eyes, your hands moving down to play with your lace covered breasts. Austin's lips curl into a smile.

"Already getting started without me?" He chuckles, climbing on top of you, his hand moving to cover your own.

"Figured you wanted a show before watching us fuck." You bite your lip, attempting the best doe-eyed look you can manage before you kiss him softly, your lips gently caressing his as your tongue presses against his lips.

"You're acting like I'm not going to have you on the phone when I'm watching this every day." He smirks into the kiss, knowing you'd find the image he's trying to paint of him being so needy for you that he has to get off to this every single day more than a bit intriguing.

You buck your hips up just a little, only to be stopped by his hand grasping your hip. "Every day, Aus? And you call me needy and insatiable." Your teeth dig ever so slightly into his lower lip, pulling it into your mouth as you continue to kiss. "I'll be on set, I can't have phone sex with you every second."

"You sure about that?" He grunts, his hand on your hip moving to slide your underwear down. "They can make an exception. Tell them you need to talk to your Daddy."

The light slap across his chest has him snickering into yet another kiss as he pulls your panties down finally- exposing your warm cunt to the air. You shiver slightly as you speak. "Everyone knows my dad is dead, and no one needs to know I have the most perfect Daddy waiting for me on his own set. Waiting for me while filming with some very famous actors." Your hand slides down his torso to his aching cock, it's a little red, furiously leaking precum like it's going out of style. It would have been a shame if you didn't wrap your hand around it, stroking it ever so gently.

Austin groans at the feel of your hand sliding against his cock, rutting just a second before gaining some control over himself. "Maybe I want them to know. Maybe I want all those people you're going to be filming with that you wear my collar when things get to be too much. That you don't take off that necklace I gave you when you asked me to be your daddy. That there isn't a hope for them to replace me as your husband."

A breath and a retort both get lost in hearing his words, in hearing him call himself your husband. You'd have thought since you got married that it would lose its charm. That the way your marriage came out would somehow dampen the joy you feel hearing him call himself your husband, but it doesn't. Just in the same way getting to call him Daddy in public if you want hasn't, just like being able to touch him and have him ghost his hand over your neck when you're in public and can't be wearing your collar or when nothing you could wear jewelry wise achieves the same effect hasn't. Everything about getting to be with him even the parts where you're promising to do Zoom therapy with your couples therapist and with your own separate therapists just makes you feel at peace in a way you never thought was possible. You feel Austin's lips curl into a smile against the part of your neck not covered by your collar as he moves down to kiss it, nipping slightly the closer he gets to your chest.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asks running his tongue over your skin after a particularly rough nip that has you keening ever so softly.

You glare at him before you frown, letting go of his cock and tilting your hips up in an effort to get him to enter you. In an effort to feel his cock inside you so that he can see how it looks on the camera. You want to manage words, want to say something to him about how it's normally the cat that has his tongue occupied but he's right there above you and you know that you've only got about a week left of time with him before you both have to be on opposite ends of the world. The idea of teasing is nice. The idea of reminding him this is the brat you fell in love with is nice. The idea of reminding him that he picked you to be his- Cilla, sub, wife- his everything is nice but you just want to feel him inside of you. You just want to have him fuck you.

His eyes widen just a hair before he looks at you and you can see his pupils are blown, see that he's so aroused at just the sight of you existing next to him and normally that means he'd just slide right in. As you look closer though, you see this hint of something else, almost like he's awestruck that you're here with him, that after everything, you're here with him. Yeah, you'll be seperated for a while- but you'll still be his, it won't be like the last time where you two wanted each other so bad but neither one of you actually fixed the issue. This time around you're together, you're happy, you're going to be able to fly to each other and give each other nose kisses and- it fills him with love. So instead he takes his time, hissing at the first moment of gripping his cock with your cunt.

"Satnin-" You whisper, the old nickname slipping out purely on accident. "Don't take your time. Fuck me, please."

It's as if hearing that nickname, that nickname that you've avoided saying since you got back together breaks a dam within him, allowing him to start thrusting into you, slowly at first, still but increasing in pace with every thrust. Your hands move to his back, scratching at it inadvertently earning a snarl from him that has you pulling away. This isn't meant to be an animalistic fuck but if Austin's going to be that way you can't help the way you growl back, your tone low enough to sound like a dog. Your eyes widen just a hair at it, wondering where that came from before looking into Austin's eyes, waiting for him to pull back and safeword or something before you see his eyes narrow just a hair and see a smirk cross his lips. He leans forward just a bit before grabbing at your collar, his words whisper over your lips.

"Calm down, puppy. Daddy's got his little bitch. Maybe if you're good we can go for a walk later, hm?"

The way your cunt clenches just a bit from those words is something you faintly need to file away for later possible exploration. Still, you shake your head and pull Austin down into another kiss, groaning as you feel one of his hands- how had it even gotten there- drift toward your clit, thumb moving to press against it. You want this to last, want to make sure he's got enough footage to actually enjoy himself while you're both not near each other but you can feel your orgasm starting to build, starting to inch toward the precipice when Austin pulls out of you completely and you scream in frustration. You're about to start cursing him to the heavens, asking him what the hell that was for before you hear him whispering words into your ear and making sure your face is seen by the camera. His words are half slurred, but he's forcing them out, like he had planned it.

"I love you. Before you cum on camera, I need you to know I love you. I need to see what you look like when I tell you this. I need to see what you look like when I tell you that I'm going to miss touching you and feeling you underneath me. I know we can fly to see each other, I can call you every day but I'm not going to have my wife by my side. After spending all these months with you and rebuilding our relationship from the ground up. After spending almost a year without you being my Little Dove. I love you so much, baby. This is what's going to help me get off, yeah, the rest of this is gonna be hot, but this- your face when I'm telling you this is what's going to remind me of you and make me remember who I have waiting for me at home."

Maybe it's the fact that you were so close to cumming beforehand or maybe it's the fact that Austin's still rubbing tiny circles on your clit when he says this but you can't help the way that even though you're tearing up a little from his sweet words your mouth opens as you let out a silent cry, cumming, your cunt clenching around nothing, but still feeling as if you've been satisfied in every way that's possible. You register him entering you again and you let out a small huff of air at it before you look back at his face, your eyes mildly glassy. "Daddy, that was mean."

He laughs softly, his thrusts becoming a little messy as you try and use old kegel tricks to try to get him to cum. "A little, but I gotta let my Dove, my wife know how much I love her. Can't have her falling for someone else. Getting a new Daddy or Mama."

A kiss is the only answer Austin gets in response to that, your hands moving down to his ass to just squeeze at it. You could tell him that you're not going to replace him as long as he won't replace you but you figure he knows. It doesn't take long for him to cum having already been relatively close himself and when he does he sort of flops on you, breathing heavily like he's run a marathon which you could argue he had. There's a few minutes where you just let him lay on top of you, your hand tracing shapes on his back before either one of you speak.

"Are you getting hard again?" You try and bite back the giggle at the knowledge but it's hard to especially after Austin's fingers start to slide into your cunt.

"Maybe. Ready to go again?" He asks, nuzzling at your neck and placing soft kisses along your jaw.

You hum softly. "Of course, old man, I'd hate for you to have such a short tape. It'd be such a bad mark on my filmography."

If it takes you two another five minutes of the camera still rolling before you actually start having sex again? Well this just for you and him, it's not the worst thing to have it be natural. Of course, it might have led to it being a two hour long video but you two were professionals, of course you had to make movie long video for your own personal sex tape.

[praisethesuuun]

Chen gong nsfw alphabet please and thank you

I'm so happy to hear that someone else thinks about this little sunshine☀️❤️ Chen really is important to me, so I've put my whole heart in this one. Hope you like it, anon☺️

CHEN GONG: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Oh, please, this man is as sweet as honey. If anything, you're the one that have to take care of him: wiping the sweat from his forehead and cuddling him. Chen Gong is absolutely the softest man you will ever find, reward him for his hard work, he needs it!

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

Chen absolutely loves his long hair, especially when you pull it while he eats you out. You can literally see the way his eyes roll in the back of his head, while a red blush appear on his cheeks. Chen Gong likes holding your tiny hands when you ride him like crazy or, talking in a more pleasant context, he'd like to hold them every time.

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

I don't think he has any preferences. I mean, everywhere is ok, anywhere you want. This handsome puppy will follow your every order!

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

Maybe, just maybe, he fantasizes about you pegging him. Even if it will remain only a thought, since he doesn't want to be seen as effeminate by the other members of the army. Oh, and another thing...do you think involving Lu Bu could be a problem?

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Chen Gong had only a short experience and it was with his general, but, apart from this escapade, he has never had any sexual experiences.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

This man lives to please you, so cowgirl is a must in bed. You will have to mark his neck, kiss his chest and tell him how good he is. But, Chen likes 69 more, because you two can please each other at the same time and he finds it beautiful.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

Yeah, he's goofy sometimes, but not too much. Don't expect too many jokes for his part, if you want, you can keep the light atmosphere.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

Chen Gong is pretty groomed, despite the war and his traveling, he manages to keep it nice and clean. The carpet is slightly darker than the courtains, not too much tho.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

Romance never fails with him, your every session is full of love, while the entire room is decorated with flower petals.

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

Chen Gong can't deny it, sex with you is like a drug for him. When he's away from you, he can't help but touch himself imagining your body, the way your eyes devour his soul...

K: kinks <their kinks>

He has something for mutual masturbation, for him it's a romantic thing to do. Plus, you'll be the top, because Chen's favourite thing to hear are your praises: tell him everything you feel, how much you love riding him and how good is making you feel. Chen has a choking kink, there, I said it.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

Because of the war, you often do this in your tents. But it's always so embarrassing because of the noises you make, everyone knows when it's time to walk away or ignore it. So, you started looking for quieter places-

M: motivation <what turns them on>

When you act all caring in his regards such as, for example, taking care of his injuries. When you give him special attention, Chen Gong loses control and can't wait to pounce on you!

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Degrading you in any way possible. He just can't, despising you just doesn't exist.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

Giving, without doubt. When you pull his hair, Chen may cum instantly, not to mention the way he likes to worship you or the sweet moans that leave your mouth. "Y-you're doing so well, Chen!" "Yes! Say it again, my dear!"

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

You're the one to decide the pace, Chen will obey like always. If you want to go rough, it's ok, and if you want to go slow, it's ok too.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

It happened, more than once. The sequence of events is always the same: you get excited by mistake (small caresses too many, a few sighs...), Chen gets hard and your thighs start shaking at the thought, you two find an empty room and- you know the rest.

R: risk <...DUH>

He's not too much of a risks guy, but if you insists so much then he will try to settle you. If he sees that he doesn't like it, he doesn't hesitate to tell you and stop right away, switching to something sweeter to calm him down.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

I would say 2 or 3 rounds, in short, average. It also depends on the circumstances, but usually it goes something like this.

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

No, he doesn't have them, he's enough for you, so you don't need him, right? Using them will hurt his pride as a man, please tell him that he's enough.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

This little puppy? Oh no, he doesn't tease you, it's usually the other way around. He kinda likes it when you make him beg or whine.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

Super noisy, Chen doesn't hide his pleasure, despite sometimes trying to control himself or shut his mouth. It's his way of letting you know how much he loves you.

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

I think you all know what's coming and let me answer the question from before: no, for Lu Bu wasn't a problem. He likes to join you two when you ask him, I mean, you're both pretty cute and irresistible, how could he not do that?

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

Chen's cock is pretty average, just enough to make you scream when wanted, he knows how to use it and you're good at riding it. It's slightly curved upward and the tip is #d69883.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

It's amazing how easily Chen gets turned on, he becomes like a puppy looking for milk whenever he is excited. And tell me, how can you resist at those puppy eyes? That's right, you can't.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Chen Gong falls asleep almost immediately, especially if you cuddle him with his head resting on your chest, between your boobs. If you stop and listen, you can hear little moans when you stroke the back of his neck.

[azucarmorena97]

𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊 (Taehyung Love Story || Pt.4)

Warnings: SMUT! Like, the entire chapter. Read at your own discretion

Pt.1 || Pt.2 || Pt.3 || Pt.5

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜; 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜…"𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎- 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍," 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊…" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝- 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕.

Recap: He shakes his head, "I'm not moving until you say it." He's read your mind already. "I'm afraid," You whisper. "I am too."

In only a moment and without another thought, You're the one to close the gap, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. You're done fighting. "I love you," You say before finally satiating that hunger within you.

His lips are everything and yet nothing like you expected. Your mind could never fabricate the deliciousness of this moment. One who has never given into forbidden desire has never known true and authentic exhileration.

He presses himself into you, almost unable to contain himself as he lets out short and shallow breaths. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth and bites down just hard enough to elicit a low groan from the depths of you.

His long arms wrap around your waist like you're a vapor he can't hold down. The smell of his cologne is by far the most intoxicating thing you've consumed all night.

You bring your hand up to the back of his head to clutch at his beautiful brown tendrils, while his hand trails down your backside, cupping the soft flesh of your ass.

He's wanted this just as much as you; you can feel it. You feel it in the way he breathes you in, the way he takes moments in between kissing just to look at you. Your mind is still racing; thoughts of yes and no, what if's- but the way he's touching you... His fingertips trail gently up the side of your leg, your skirt getting picked up along the way. You're breathless; bottom lip jutting out in anticipation for the one thing you've been craving for weeks... "Taehyung, we can't. You're- you're my son's best frined," You half-assed protests are nothing compared to the sheer desire built up within you. "Come on, Noona..." He whispers in your ear before nibbling gently on the lobe. This is wrong, you know it- everything about it feels absolutely sinful.

Why then, does he feel like heaven?

He abruptly stops, taking you by surprise- "F/n, I want this- I've been wanting this for years-" Years? "but I want to make sure you do too. I want to make sure you want..." He looks down, "Me."

The way he says it- like a wounded puppy, just wanting desperately to be loved it just makes you want to take him in your arms and cuddle him and then fuck the shit out of him right after.

"Oh, Tae- I do, I do want you," You bring your hand up to rest on his chin, stroking it gently with your thumb. In only a moment, you're reaching for his hand and guiding him up the stairs. You don't hurry, you don't run.

You want this anticipation to build just a little bit longer.

You close your bedroom door behind you, making sure to lock it.

When you turn back around, Tae is towering over you, looking down at you the way he so often does- but now, you can take control.

"Sit down," You say gently, lightly pushing down on his chest to guide him backwards onto your bed.

He smiles gently, letting you sit him down; he them leans back on his hands and stairs up at you.

"Undo my zipper," You say, tuning around and positioning yourself directly in front of him.

He immediately leans forward and pulls down the zipper slowly, the fresh air sending goose bumps along your back. Even when your back is fully exposed, he doesn't resume his previous position- instead, he begins planting butterfly kisses all over the surface of your back.

Your eyes close, the sensation already driving you mad.

"Mm..." You moan.

Without warning, he reaches around to your nude breasts as you'd forgone the use of a bra tonight; how lucky how delicious.

He touches your pert nipples and immediately, you feel it between your legs.

You've always loved your nipples being played with, and now all you can think of is how it would feel to have his lips wrapped around them.

Circling the delicate buds with his finger tips, he continues on your back, though he's no longer kissing- he's licking every inch he can see, as your dress is still hanging onto your waist.

After a minute or two, you turn around to face him and you can't help the smirk on your face when you take in his expression at finally seeing your naked torso for the first time.

Slack jawed, he stares hungrily at you. A meal ready to eat.

"Do you like them?" A simple question, though at first it makes you shy- you haven't dirty talked with anyone in a long time.

He nods and looks up at you with those angel eyes, "I do."

Without another word, you cup your own breast and lift it slightly so that it can be level with his mouth; your other hand reaches to the back of his head to bring him closer, "Show me that you like them, 'Tae."

No hesitation on his part, he immediately closes his eyes and parts his lips to receive your erect nipple; he sucks gently, savoring the taste of your skin against his tongue with licks and bites- meanwhile, you're unraveling.

A series of moans escapes you involuntarily- you can't help it. It's so damn good.

He goes from one breast to another, seemingly content with just devouring them- but you want more. Much more, and you know he wants more too.

"Lean back," You whisper breathlessly.

He does as you ask, taking his position from before, and you finally let the dress fall to the floor leaving you in just a teeny tiny thong.

"Oh God," He whispers, taking you in, "You're so sexy, noona."

Fuck, you love that nickname.

Slowly, you position yourself so that you're straddling him; when you're finally settled, you can feel his hard dick standing up directly in line with your barely clothed pussy.

"Kiss me," you say, face only inches apart from his, noses almost touching.

He kisses you as you order, though he also brings his arm to wrap around your waist while the other continues to prop him up.

You grind yourself down on him ever so slightly, wanting to drive him wild, and it absolutely works as his grip on your waist is like a noose.

"Fuck," He groans, pulling away to watch your body work, "Can I please take off my pants?" He asks.

You love how submissive he's being, "Allow me."

You get off of him, unbutton his pants, and then lower yourself onto your knees, grabbing the waist band and pulling them all the way off along with his underwear.

Immediately, you see what you're working with.

His thick member stands up perfectly, as though in preparation for you. He's tall- of course, you'd assumed he was on the bigger side, but nothing like this.

You can't help the way your bottom jaw falls at the sight, and when you look back up at him, he has a smirk on his face, "What's wrong, Noona?" He asks, though he knows very well what has you in shock. He anticipated it. He is absolutely loving it.

He reaches over and lets the back of his hand gently graze down the side of your face, stopping at your chin, "What are you waiting for?"

How does he so easily make you feel so shy?

Without another moments hesitation, you grab a firm hold of the base, eliciting a very low moan from him which only encourages you further. With your other hand, you wrap around his shaft and pump slowly, once, twice, three times; he bites his lip.

Already, his tip is a little wet- and you lower your mouth down to it, though you only hover above as you gently blow on it.

He shifts slightly in your hands, clearly affected by the sensation.

You wish you could record the face he makes when you finally allow your tongue to gloss over his tip, and then finally when you take him into your mouth completely.

You haven't been in the game for a while, but you're doing fine moving on muscle memory proven by the way he moans for you.

"Fuck," He groans, "Oh fuck, you're so good, Noona."

Your ears practically perk up at the sound of his praise and also the sound of your slopping over his hard cock.

With a loud suctioning sound, you take him out of your mouth and swallow some of your saliva, "Wait- what if 'Kook comes home?"

"Oh he won't- he told me to take the car since he was gonna sleep at Yeji's. We're completely alone," He says, leaning forward and kissing you, his tongue tasting every centimeter of your mouth.

When he pulls away, you go back to work on his dick- though this time, you take the opportunity to spit on it; watching the dribble run down along his shaft. "You're so fucking hot," He says, chest heaving with every deep breath he takes.

Furiously, your head bobs up and down and with every second his moans get louder and louder. You want to see it; the moment he finally melts in your hands-

"Noona, I'm so close-" He says through gritted teeth.

You continue, adding a bit of suction every time you come back up, your tongue simultaneously adding pressure against the side- "Oh shit-" He grunts, attempting to pull out of your mouth but you stay put- wanting to taste his pleasure.

In seconds, he's blowing his load into your hungry mouth, his hips thrusting up slightly as though eagerly getting rid of every last drop.

You swallow everything, though some dribbles out of your mouth- he reaches to wipe it off with his thumb.

You give him a satisfied smile and then get up off the floor to sit next to him, he's catching his breath with a big dopey smile on his face- afterglow is real.

"Finished already?" You ask, raising a brow at him.

He chuckles, "Oh absolutely not. It's your turn, Noona."

He swiftly gets up and positions you so that you're at the top of the bed- you didn't realize he was so strong, he does it in milliseconds.

He easily spreads your legs open, "You're so beautiful," he mutters, tracing your innerthigh with his index finger leading up to your clothed pussy.

He can already feel the heat radiating from within you and it's got him rock hard all over again.

"Mm, Tae'" You moan when he presses gently at the top. He finds your clit so easily, even without sight.

"Does it feel good, Noona?" He asks, his beautiful eyes looking up at you.

"Fuck yes," You furrow your brows together, relishing in the delicious sensation of him rubbing small circles. Taehyung leans in and kisses the outside of your panties gently, while also breathing you in, "You smell good," He practically growls.

"Please, Tae, take them off of me," You squirm under his touch.

"I think I'll keep them on," He says defiantly, though he does push the thin cloth aside, revealing your puffy lips, swollen from the sheer arousal he's caused you.

Wordlessly, he dips down and kisses. Your eyes roll back at the warmth of his face on your sensitive flesh.

He flattens his tongue against you and licks from the bottom and up to your clit, "Ah," You squeal involuntarily.

"You taste even better," He continues, lapping up your arousal like a hungry lion. He switches from licking to sucking on your clit, "I wanna make you feel like you made me feel, Noona," He says, wanting desperately to please you, and your orgasm is just the validation he seeks.

"Keep going, Tae," You're fighting against the urge to shut your legs on his head, the pressure already building within you.

"Mm..." You can feel the low vibration of his voice against you, and it only serves to drive you crazier. Without warning, he plunges two fingers inside you- your eyes shoot open for only a moment before squeezing tightly again, the pleasure almost too much to handle, "Oh God!"

"That's right, Noona- just like that," He encourages, "Just like you did the other night, Noona."

His words catch your by surprise- he heard you?

"That's right, Noona, I heard you. I heard everything. I heard you moaning my name too," He growls.

You feel vulnerable and exposed at this revelation, and so deliciously close to climax. Your breaths are shallow and short- you're just on the edge of giving him what he's after.

"I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

"Please, Noona." That's it. That's all it takes.

"Fuck!" You scream, though his fingers never stop, even after your hips jut forward violently riding out the waves of pleasure that wash over you.

You reach down and shove his hand away, escaping the overstimulation, "Fuck, Tae. That was so good," You say, euphoria taking over you and you can't help but laugh.

He smiles up at you, "I inclined to agree."

He moves up to lay next to you on your bed, laying on his side with his elbow propping him up so he's looking down at you.

You just lay there, eyes closed as you catch your breath.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that," He says.

"Me too," You smile.

He shakes his head, "No, I don't mean since I landed. I mean...like, for years."

Your blink your eyes open and look over at him, "What?"

He nods, "I've wanted you for a long time. Almost from the moment I met you. I didn't realize it at first but after like a year and half, I realized it wasn't just 'Kook that was keeping me around."

"I...I didn't know," You say, tryiing to think back to all those years ago to see if there was anything you missed; any indicator of what he's talking about.

"How could you know? I mean, I was just a stupid teenager. I didn't even know anything about dating a girl my age, let alone seducing my best friend's mom." He chuckles. You scrunch your nose, "And thank God for that. I'd never have let you back in my house," You laugh.

"That too," He laughs with you.

You fall into a comfortable silence, and he reaches down to grab your hand furthest from him. You look down at your hands and then look back up at him.

"I love the way you look at me," He whispers, leaning in to kiss you.

The kiss is gentle- at first- though he deepens it by parting his lips, and for a moment, you're just making out.

Savoring each other. Wanting to be in this moment for just a bit longer. This night isn't over. There's more exploring to do before you're both satiated.

He lets go of your hand and brings his up to cup your breast once more.

"Mm..." You encourage him further with your little moans.

"Can you go just a little bit longer, Noona?" He asks.

"Mhm."

Slowly, he pulls away from your kiss and just looks down at your naked body, admiring it for another second before positioning himself so that he's on top of you.

You open your legs slightly to allow him to rest in between them; you can feel his newly hard dick against your upper pelvic area, and it gets you excited again.

He kisses you again; your lips, then your neck, then back up. He wouls eat you up if he could. No amount of closeness will ever be close enough- but this is a start.

He reaches down between the both of you, grabbing his penis and guiding it to your entrance before gently thrusting inward.

Your mouth opens in a gasp and you throw your head backward into your pillow eyes rolling back at the feeling of fullness.

You saw just how big he was and now you feel it stretching you so beautifully.

"Tae- oh God, Tae-" You can't even find words.

He's biting down hard on his bottom lip, trying desperately not to unravel immediately in your tight pussy.

Every thrust is like a ticking time bomb for the both of you, as his upper pelvic area is hitting your clit every single time he comes close.

"Tae, you're gonna make me cum again," You clutch at your bedsheets, "Don't stop!"

"Me too, Noona," He grunts, building intensity and speed, wanting desperately to lose himself inside you.

He rests his hand on the very bottom of your lower abdomen and presses down gently, and somehow that pressure brings you so much closer paired with his continued circling of your clit with his thumb.

Suddenly, he stops rubbing your pussy propping himself up as he pulls himself out of you and pumps his free hand furiously, cum spurting out and landing all over your stomach.

You quickly reach down between your legs to finish what he started, rubbing hard and fast as you watch the rest of his cum drip from the tip of his cock onto you.

"Shit!" Your orgasm is even harder this time, your legs shaking and spasming, "Tae," Tears form in your eyes and you feel more come out of you- a small squirt of some liquid; not a lot, but noticeable enough for him to look down, a triumphant smile on his face, "Did you just...?"

"I- I think so," You say, a surprised smile growing on your face along with his, "Didn't know I could do that."

He kisses you once more before throwing himself to the left of you on his back. Now he's definitely exhausted.

"I'm so beat..." He pants.

"Me too," You sigh happily.

He reaches over and brings you closer so that you can feel your entire body against him. "I love you..." He whispers into your hair. "I...I love you too," You say, letting your eyes fall closed.

You're not sure how many seconds or minutes go by before you're fast asleep in his arms; you don't know what will come tomorrow or the next day, but if there's one thing you do know it's that Taehyung has made you feel in one night what you haven't felt in your whole life; beautiful, sexy, desired, loved... and now you won't ever be able to quit this feeling.

This one took me forever to write! I hope you all enjoy (but not too much ;))

[dumpofletterz]

Are you gonna make a part 2 of the favorite position? 🧍🧍 I oove your account already

───FAVORITE POSITIONS (2)

BBBGLX adults and their favorite positions...to fuck you. ❥ Headcanons + small imagines, gender neutral reader

WARNINGS: nsfw (mdni my ass Ik damn well y'all ignore this, still be warned though.) , biting, rough (more on retak'ka..), shitty writing

Characters: Vargoba, Retak'ka, Hang Kasa (young-adult), Maripos.

Females: soon.

───Vargoba.

this man has FOUR arms. despite being a literal ruthless evil does who'd beat you up and steal your power sphere, he's somehow quite the opposite when it comes to his partner. missionary.

You whined and writhed, your hole clenching around him, “Please… my tummy, it’s too full…” he has his one hand holding your thighs, the other holding the back of your head while the rest grip on to the side of the table. you have been going at it for several hours with no stop, he has tried his best to be soft with you. fucking with him feels unironically comfortable. "Just a few more and we'll be done." turns out it weren't.

───Retak'ka.

He's the opposite of vargoba, he'd be ruthless w/ you in bed. "i will not use my elemental split, it is weak." my ass, he'd use that when he pounds you up. c'mon, he's dominance if it was incarnated. one way to say.. gangbang. (i'm laughing for no reason help)

He'd usually go for only dual, could turn into triple or more depending on his mood... yeah, he'd go for triple. Next thing you'll know is there are three retak'ka's surrounding you, one in your back gripping your thighs harshly, one in front of you keeping your mouth shut with his bare hands covering your mouth, and another just beside you waiting for his next turn, acting like he can't just interrupt the other two by participating immediately. you can't really move at this point as they're literally in control of you─pounding you like there is no tommorow. “don’t give me that look." he would say after having you creampied for the fifth time, you can't even tell which element was speaking when your mind was at it's limit. "awn you think you can cum? don't even try." he groaned into your ear with such a condescending tone, laughing at you. your hole only knew the color white, it being tight no matter how much cock already entered it.

───Hang Kasa. (fluffy smut)

he's a walking greenflag, honestly. it's either you simply cockwarm him or cuddle fucking. (young kasa is so adorable. y'all should read the extra episode of the compilation comics to see him).

Just thinking of him hugging you while you're sitting on his lap. you've been wanting him since he left, whining everytime you see him to reassure that you're being needy. “Darling…” it almost sounded like a warning but even he didn't seem sure of it. a small huff came from mouth when you slowly sat on his lap and pushed the tip to your tight hole. he doesn't know what kind of thoughts you're having such as him using his crystal powers while banging you. "you've been tired from meeting the other elementals. let me help you." you said, trying your best at puppy eyes so he'd agree. and he did, you're now towered by him as he softly pounds your ass. "k-kasa, please," you pleaded, your nails digging into the his skin. “please what?” "go a little faster."

───Maripos.

yk how this guy can literally clone himself? yeah that one. i swear to you this guy loves any position where he could hold your hips while fucking you relentlessly. he'd be into double penetration...both of him having to grip your hips while making you squirm.

He's so pretty that you'd forget that he's currently pounding you, forcing yourself to not make a noise while he’s fucking you because he'd tease you if you do. "that's it pretty, don't give me noises unless you want me to stop." he'd say while he's the one being so vocal to the point where people from outside could hear all the unholy things you've been doing. "yah—yuh—yeah—gonna make you dumb—mh—all mine. fuck-" he breathes out, gritting his teeth on your shoulder while the other one just kept moaning and huffing. "shiiiitt! haa-hhah- fuuckk... Good" thrust. "pretty." thust. "fill'ya up." thrust. the aggressive way his cock thrusts into you, making you whimper, brushing against your G-spot and making your insides clench around the waves of pleasure.

NOTE: guys I also write fluffy, softy, cutesy, and all dovey headcanons/fics--both for the youngs and adults.

( I NEED PEOPLE TO REQUEST ME FOR TALES OF ARCADIA I AM BEGGING. )

[feralox]

CW: puppy play, denial, light situational humiliation/degredation, oral, face fucking

I can't stop thinking about what she'd look like in a collar and with a cute pair of puppy ears on. I think of her looking at me with those big eyes, pleading and desperate, and I lose my fucking breath. It'd take her a while to get there. She'd be stubborn, bratty even. I just know it. She'd make snarky comments and when I remind her that dogs can't speak, she'd probably just laugh.

I wonder what it would take for her to fold. Would it be a threat of punishment? Or would she actually need to be punished until she's begging for mercy? Or would a promise of pleasure be enough to make her be good?

I love a good punishment but I hope its the latter. I'd undress her so carefully, so slowly, like unwrapping a present when you don't want to tear the wrapping paper. When I lift her shirt I'd lick and gently nip at her torso. When I take off her pants I'd kiss down her legs. Would she be starting to get worked up now, so early on? Would I start to see her cock twitch in her panties? It'd be so hard not to tease her if I do; to tell her how I can see how desperate she is, how there's no point hiding it. She might as well just beg. She's a proud dog though; she doesn't beg. That being said, she'd be quite flustered, knowing her. She wouldn't look in my eye as her cheeks turned red.

I'd stay still, waiting. she'd wonder why I've stopped, she may even ask. I'd reminder that dogs don't speak and I'd tell her if she wants to be touched she needs to look at me. Those big brown eyes would eventually forfeit and meet mine and God it'd probably be hard to not give in just then and there and give her whatever she wants. At the same time I'd want to be mean and make her beg more. But I'd be fair. I'd run my hands over the outsides of her thighs and up her sides. I'd do this again and again and move further inwards each time. My fingers would catch a little on her Underwear each time, giving her hope that I'd take them off and touch her where she really wants me to. I'd start to kiss her ribs and belly and her hips. I would start chaste until I'm leaving open mouthed kisses all over, biting at any soft spots I come across. I imagine that'd pull a reaction or two from her. It may be a long shot but Iike to think she'd be the kind who's maybe a little noisy when they're out of control. She's not there yet though, she's still swallowing down her pride and any moans and whimpers wishing to escape too.

I'd take off her bra and kiss down her sternum. She'd probably think I'd touch her chest, Caress, squeeze, lick, suck, bite, but in reality I'd deny her. I'd look up to see her pleading eyes.

"What?" I'd say dumbly. "Do you want something?" I'd ask her. "Show me what you want, angel."

She'd arch her back pushing her chest towards me.

"You want me to play with your tits?" God knowing her she'd be bright red from embarassment. I imagine dirty talk would get to her. I'd repeat myself and she'd eventually start to say yes before I cut her off.

"Ah ah. Do you know how dogs beg. I'm sure you do...". I'd ask her to whine for me. To push her chest up and whine for me. She'd ask me to be serious and all I'd do is hover my face over her chest, just out of reach and tell her to go on. I like to imagine she'd eventually let out a whimper, even if it's just from frustration.

"Good. A little more..." I'd start to kiss her sternum to encourage her. I wonder if that one whimper would open a floodgate. Probably not. But still if have mercy on her. She at least made a sound. I'd close my mouth around one of her nipples and Squeezing her other tit in my palm. I wonder if she likes chest stimulation? I hope she does. God I imagine she'd get so wound up as I work on her chest. I'd still make sure I'm doing everything in my power to make sure her cock is neglected. Maybe her hips would be moving, bucking wildly every now and again.

"What's wrong puppy?" I'd ask her.

"What's wrong?" I'd ask again as she hides her face. I'd sit back on my heels and also her to show me. And like a good girl she'd thrust her hips in the hair a few times. She's be so hard now, straining against her panties. Maybe there's even a wet spot forming. I'd coo at her. And remind her what we do when we want as I play woth the edges of her panties. I'd slip my fingers under the leg holes. run them over her hips, feel the edges of her pubic hair and my fingers move in. But she won't forfiet.

"I guess you don't want it that bad..." I'll tell her as I move her legs apart. I'd use this time to kiss and lick and bite all over her inner thighs. Such a sensitive area. Perfect to suck hickeys all over. I'd suck and lick and bite until I hear it. A soft whimper. I'd stop in my tracks and then a whine.

"Oh? You want to talk puppy?" I'd tease. My face would be at level with her crotch. She could probably feel me breathing on her cock.

"You want me to touch you here?" I'd ask. She'd nod.

"Beg." Still some hesitancy, but as soon as I start kissing on the edges of her panties, right where her thighs meets her crotch, just next to her balls, she'd fucking fold. She'd finally whine for me. Truly and earnestly.

"Oh, what a good girl. Finally begging so nicely." I'd praise.

"So good for me" I'd close my mouth along her clothes buldge. She'd groan in relief. Her poor neglected clit is finally getting attention, all if took was some Begging.

I'd mouth at her until her panties are Soaked and clinging to her. I'd eventually slide them off her and ask her if she wants me to suck her cock. She'd nod and maybe even whine on her own accord this time But I'm never fair so I've moved the bar.

"Bark." She'd ask if I'm being serious and I tell her if I have to remind her that talking is for humans one more time she's getting nothing but a spanking and an aching neglected cock for the rest of the night. She, instead, chooses to let out a little bark. I tell her what a good girl she is and waste no time running my tounge up her cock. I'd swallow her down. This is where I'd like to imagine that she can't swallow the noises anymore. She'd start to moan and whimper. She'd stop herself from pleading because she's learning that puppies don't use words, so instead she moans and whines and whimpers. She may even buck into my face. She'd probably be scared that she did something wrong but god in reality, I love it when a mutt loses control. I'd tell her that it's obvious she wants to work for it though. I'd tell her if she wants head she's going to have to fuck into my mouth. And God she'd do it. Eventually she'd start getting breathy and moaning louder and louder. I'd pull back.

"Are you going to come for me baby? Bark if you're gonna come." I'd wrap my lips around her again and she'll Bark and bark and bark before her breath hitches and she spills down my throat. I'd swallow her load and cockwarm her until she begins to soften. I'd tell her what a good girl she's been and how proud I am of her and she'd probably just say "fuck you, man."

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

37. The next step

"earth to y/n !" Brady snapped her fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance like state. Lexi and Alex shared a knowing look with one another before sitting down in front of you. "Okay, You're spiraling up there so Talk to us."

" What does she mean? Does she see or want a future with me? We haven't been dating for that long, isn't it too soon to think like that? Wha-"

"You've been together for roughly 2 months it's normal to start imagining about what life would look like together or wanting those things. I think she meant that she just wants to be with you as much as she can." Alex was always able to calm you down. even if she wasn't around you could hear her reassuring voice in your head when you panicked.

"You're right, I don't even know why I'm panicking. Forget I said anything-."

"No, wait a minute," Lexi replied, "We're not going to brush it aside when this is clearly something that's got you thinking like this" She smiled.

"I don't know," you sighed. "I don't know how to explain it.... I guess I find it hard to believe that a woman like her feels that way about me? Not that I doubt her feelings for me!" you quickly spit out because how could you doubt that when she looks at you with those puppy eyes. every time you look at them they shine so brightly and whenever she looks at you there's a glimmer in them, neither the sun nor stars could compete with the way they shine. "it's just... I'm afraid. I want a future with her but what if starship comes between us again? Just because her company will stay out of our relationship for now doesn't mean they'll stay out forever. What if we can never go public? I want to be able to hold her hand and go on dates without making sure nobody will see us. I want to be able to kiss her whenever I want and not have to worry about scandels and reputation. Private doesn't mean secret, I can't be a secret for my whole life."

"okay first of all, let's take a step back." Alex said, " she's not asking you to be a secret forever. She simply said she wants to wake up next to you every day. I don't think yujin would want your relationship to be a secret either. The future is a blank canvas that you get to paint together, right now yujin placed the first stroke and is waiting to see if you will follow. Perhaps starship won't honor their promise to stay out but for now they are. There are millions of ways the future can go but the more you try to control it the more it will go off course. If you keep worrying about what can happen it the future you will miss out on everything that's going on right now. all the beautiful small moments that may seem insignificant now will be the most precious memories later on. "

You stood up without a second thought and grabbed your hoodie from the bed, " wha- where are you going? " Brady asked.

"i'm on my way to make a small insignifiant moment." You smiled before leaving the room.

As you were brushing your teeth you hear the beeping sound and the door closing right after, signaling yujin's arrival to your room. It doesn't take long for her to find you with a cute smile plastered on her face. "I missed you today." She comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissed your cheek before resting her chin on your shoulder.

You quickly rinse out your mouth and give her a kiss, "even if I annoyed you today?" you smirked.

"there's no one else I'd rather be annoyed by then you." she smiled.

"How romantic." you both laugh before retreating to your bed. "so how's gaeul doing? Lexi said it was a mutual decision but seemed kind of sad about it."

"I'd say the same? I guess they're just disappointed it didn't work out as they hoped it would. Gaeul said she thought about how we are and she couldn't see herself with lexi like that, she does like her but.. Yeah." she said as she layed down on top off you.

"but it's not enough to pursue a relationship. I know lexi said the same thing. You think it'll be awkward tomorrow when we all go out for dinner?"

"maybe at one point for a little while but they ended it on good terms so I don't think it will be a problem. Now enough talk about our friends and their relationship, we need to talk about you not responding to my message from earlier." yujin leaned up a little bit so she was looking up at you.

"you mean the waking up one?" you asked and she nodded, "to be honest I got stuck in my head over nothing. I was worried about a possible future but Alex told me that I should focus on the present or else I'll miss out on beautiful moments like this right here."

Yujin frowns and sits up, "you were worried about us?" you quickly pull her back down to you which she tries to resist at first but eventually gives in.

"it wasn't a worry about us as in you and me but more in the way of our relationship and the control we have over it. Whether we would have the freedom to do what we want one day but like I said it's just one possibility, it doesn't mean it will. All I know in this moment is that I love you and want to be with you for as long as you'll have me. "

Yujin smiled as she leans down leaving just enough space between your lips, "I love you too and will always want you with me." you smile against each other's lips before closing that little gap with a tender kiss.

Things eventually get a little more heated as hands start to wander. Yujin climbs fully on top of you, hands slipping under your t-shirt making you moan at the sensation of yujin's cold hands on the warm skin of your stomach.

"Can I take this off," Yujin asks, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. It doesn't take long for the clothing item to be tossed out of sight after your nod of approval. This is all new territory for the both of you, sure you had make-out sessions here and there but it never went further then slipping hands under clothes. Yujin takes her time looking you over, her hands running over your exposed skin before leaning down and placing soft kisses on your shoulder. "Is this okay?"

"yeah." your voice came out shaky, betraying you and telling yujin how much you were enjoying her touch. She pulls back to pull her own t-shirt off but you quickly stop her.

"yujin, are you sure? I-I don't want us to rush into anything. I need to know you won't regret this in the morning, I can wait for as long as you want."

She smiles down at you before pulling her shirt off, "i'm sure. I want this. I want you. All of you" she leans down again connecting your lips once again in a passionate hunger that reveals how much she really wanted it.

You pull back fighting to keep your composure long enough to make sure she's as comfortable as she can be, "if you change your mind tell me and we'll stop no matter what, okay?" You cup her face and caressed her cheeks with your thumbs, "promise me?"

She nods and kisses the palm of your hand, "I promise."

And with that you take the next step in your relationship ship. It was gentle, passionate and just the way you would've wanted it to be. Showing one another how much you loved each other through savoring each other's body, marking one another in places that would be more concealed this time and taking turns in sharing the pleasure that came with the night.

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[hatsumaki45]

please can I request a dom dami and sub yoohyeon? dami wants to treat yoohyeon’s ass real good and rough

Maybe this is because of the cover of "Oh my god"? I think we all died because of this gem :)

Yoohyeon looked so cute and Dami completely cool

It was one of those vacation nights where everything in the house was atypical; SuA was away to see her parents, Siyeon had gone to spend time with her niece and JiU had gone out drinking with a ""friend"".

With a little leadership the maknae line managed to get organized with dinner and then everyone went about their business.

Dami finished a chapter of her book and went to sleep at midnight, Yoohyeon on the other hand remained in front of her PC screen for a couple of hours more, too entertained in her game to notice that loneliness was all around her.

She rarely had the room to herself, it was 3 a.m. and the light bulb went off in her head: it seemed like a good time to masturbate.

That was her first idea.

But a certain puppy came up with something better: go to sleep with Dami. If it had been a long time since she'd had the room to herself, it had been even longer since she'd last fucked Dami. Somehow she had ended up sleeping with the other members, almost forgetting how much they enjoyed having their special moments.

Without much care she slipped into the shorter girl's room and took up most of the bed, interrupting the delicate sleep she was having. Dami's arms went around Yoohyeon's waist and, although it was one of those inexplicably adorable things Yoohyeon did, it didn't stop the shorter one from getting upset. She now had a cop on the bed; a cop she was hugging and resting her huge ass against the shorter girl's crotch.

The incredible dream she had was now just a memory and it seemed that her body was ready to start walking.

Because of Yoohyeon she could no longer sleep.

-What are you doing here? -Dami growled, squeezing the taller one against her body.

-I didn't want to sleep alone - replied Yoohyeon with false innocence-. Let's go to sleep, PanDami….

In one swift movement Dami stands over Yoohyeon and grabs her chin, caressing it with her long fingers.

-But because of you I can't sleep -she reproached her-. So you won't be able to sleep either.

Yoohyeon smirks as she achieves her goal and closes her eyes, Dami's fingers are getting closer and closer to her lips.

-You know how easily I fall asleep.

-Sure? -Dami slips her thumb into Yoohyeon's mouth, who accepts it almost instinctively and begins to suck it with pleasure-. I know how to keep you awake, Namu…. And now you owe me.

The way Yoohyeon plays with her thumb in her mouth makes Dami's head dirty easily, she feels her hips tense, and the idea of fucking Yoohyeon's mouth with a strap-on becomes more and more demanding. How is it that a girl can make you think of a thousand ways to make her yours are with a image?

-Take off your clothes and get on your knees on the floor, Namu.

While Yoohyeon does as ordered, Dami searches her closet for a rather large strap-on and takes off her pajama shorts to properly put on the strap. Dami slathers some flavored lube on her hand and smears it on the dildo, while her free hand tangles in the girl's hair at her feet.

-Do you know how much I miss fucking you, Namu? -Without waiting for an answer, Dami guides Yoohyeon's head towards the dildo and starts to penetrate her mouth- Do you know how pretty you look while I'm using you?

Yoohyeon knows it's time to start moving and swallow the phallus completely, and very slowly she does so, putting on a nice show for her 97-line partner. She looks at her in that way she knows Dami likes and keeps her hands behind her back, waiting for her partner's arousal to increase, ready to take in the jerk of her hips before Dami completely took control. Yoohyeon was looking forward to that moment when Dami would tear her throat apart and leave her on the verge of orgasm just by feeling like a nice fuck-toy.

But on that occasion, after the violent shaking, Dami set her free; empty. Then she pointed to the bed and ordered him to get on it doggy style. Almost at that very moment Dami whips her buttocks hard and starts massaging her anus, Yoohyeon is surprised but relaxes easily when the lube helps the lower one to do her job.

-You look pretty, like…. Like a pretty slut. Do you think you can take me in whole? I want to take you so good, Namu.

Still knowing Yoohyeon's great ability to withstand great challenges, she decided to ask to be sure she could go hard. It was no secret that anal slut Yoohyeon was Dami's favorite when it came to taking it up the ass, but she always wanted to be sure her girl knew what she would do. How she would do it. And incidentally it embarrassed her, because deep down she knew the answer: Yoohyeon would nod her head, saying she could take it. Then Dami would start playing with Yoohyeon's clit, stimulating her two holes and awakening in them the need to be filled.

-You're going to take all of this inside, aren't you, puppy? And then you'll take your punishment for waking me up…..

Dami enters Yoohyeon's ass slowly and takes a handful of blue hair, long for more extensions, and starts to move her hips to enter Yoo. Yoohyeon moans loudly, not holding back, which ends up drawing the attention of the pair outside the room.

Both Handong and Gahyeon enter the room with the best possible angle: the view of the huge strap getting lost in the ass of their needy friend.

-Yoohyeon unnie don't be so loud -scolds the maknae while Handong scratches her back. Consequently Yoohyeon arches her back and Dami manages to give the last thrust until she is all the way in.

-I'm not surprised she took it so easy, she's been practicing you know, Dami? -Handong smiles as Yoohyeon is deep in concentration, panting-. Yesterday I saw her with a plug coming out of the shower…. I think the puppy was desperate since yesterday.

-She always needs to be fucked -Gahyeon adds, then sits next to Yoohyeon, distributing little kisses on the Blue-hair woman's neck.

Dami smiles at them and starts to move hard, Yoohyeon tries to keep up with her between loud moans. Just when she manages to keep up, Dami asks Handong to record Yoohyeon and Dongie knows exactly what to do with the video. She opens the group chat and starts recording, revealing the vocal leader's delicate body being whipped ferociously. Blue hair pulled between Dami's fingers and pretty expressions of pleasure that they all know very VERY well.

It's clear that Yoohyeon is reaching her limit, that's just one reason to go for more.

Dami surrenders completely to her body's desire, pumping and pumping rapidly, the body in front of hers receiving her completely as she trembles and bends until she falls against the mattress. Yoohyeon claws at the sheets with her fingers and gasps with her mouth against the mattress, her legs are giving way and her stomach tense, the wetness between her legs growing.

Dami takes a breath to admire her as she collapses and then lunges hard again, holds her hips against her between thrusts. Dami is completely mesmerized with the way Yoohyeon screams her name, with the way she bites her lips and looks especially fondly at the blush on her face. It's impossible to hold back like that.

How not to love her? She thinks as Yoohyeon shudders violently.

And as if it were a mechanism, the instant the blue-hair woman squirts on the mattress, Dami stops and leans on the taller one's back panting.

The video ends.

Dongie and Gahyeon say goodbye to the couple claiming that they have unfinished business between them, assuming that the couple is too tired to continue...

But Yoohyeon still has the dildo inside her ass and can feel Dami's strong grip preventing her from pulling away.

-How about trying a bigger one?

-Like... Like Longer?

-How about thicker? I want to see how hard you work for me, Namu.

-W-well… Let's do it.