#i like straddling that line a bit and i think there's something... idk thrilling about that

[shouyuus]

oh what do you think about vi + 11:55 PM?

writing/warmup game closed!

vi; 11:55pm --

there's something magical about midnights, something strange and liminal about the space between one day and the next. something of magic and witch-light.

vi takes a long hit of her bong before blowing out smoke, her bare forearms leant against the fire escape railings. the midnight mist and the waning moon conspired to paint the skyline ghostly -- all hazy lights and abstract shapes.

a window clacks open across the way. vi grins, watching as you lean out with a deep breath and a smile, your silken nightgown barely caught on the swallow's tail bend of your shoulder.

your eyes flicker up and vi swears for a moment that you almost see her but she ducks back. your gaze glazes over the darkness where she sits, her back pressed against the damp brick wall of her tiny little rent-controlled one bedroom.

she holds her breath and watches you, watches as you close your eyes against the dampness clinging to the air from the impending summer storm. vi blows out a thin wisp of smoke and dares to imagine what your voice might sound like, how your skin might smell (probably like vanilla or milk or something equally delicious). she considers, briefly, "bumping" into you in the street outside your buildings, or perhaps in line at your favorite cafe (the one on the corner with the gluten free double chocolate cookies); she considers paying for your coffee, writing her number on a napkin and sliding it over, or perhaps helping you pick up the groceries you'd dropped when she bumped into you.

across the way, you flick a piece of hair over your shoulder and take one more breath before slipping back into your room, leaving the window cracked open. vi lets out a long sigh and leans back out to take another hit. she lets the smoke fill her lungs before it wreathes from out her nostrils in twin spirals.

maybe tomorrow, she thinks, ducking back into her bedroom through the window, slumping down on her unmade bed to stare up at the poster-covered ceiling, maybe tomorrow, she'll pluck up the courage. but just for tonight, she closes her eyes, and she thinks she's okay with imagining.

[venicebixch]

Crush part 10 (final part)

smut and a little bit of sadness but also plenty of fluff at the end. i don’t know why i had such a hard time writing this part. i keep rereading it and i feel like it’s not very good but idk how to fix it. that’s part of the reason it took so long to post, so hopefully you guys like it. i wasn’t sure what the best way to end it would be. but all in all, this is probably one of my favorite stories i’ve ever written! thanks to everyone who followed along!

“Shit,” I say quietly, quickly putting my clothes back on.

I look at Vinnie and he’s just standing there with a coy smile on his face.

“Stop that,” I whisper, nudging him. His smile gets a little bigger.

“Y/n?” Her voice sounds further away now.

After a minute of silence, I open the door and peek my head out. Vinnie stands directly behind me, his hard on pressed against my ass. He’s knows what he’s doing.

I playfully push him back, and walk out into the room to look out of the bedroom door.

“Is she gone?” he whispers.

“Yeah I think so,” I say quietly.

He comes behind me and swoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and I start laughing trying to stay as quiet as possible.

“Vinnie, put me down,” I whisper, gently hitting his back.

“Nah, lady, you’re coming with me,” he starts heading toward his bedroom.

“Y/n?” Liza’s voice sounds close again.

He picks up the pace and we make it into his room right before she sees us.

As he turns to shut his door, my head bounces off the doorframe and I can’t help but laugh. “Ouch.”

He gasps. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He says in a concerned voice.

“Yeah,” I say still giggling, rubbing my head. “That probably would’ve hurt a lot more if I wasn’t drunk.”

He starts laughing hard but tries to stay quiet. “You’re a nut,” he says as he gently lays me down on his bed.

I look up at him, smiling. “Speaking of which…” I reach for his belt buckle.

He laughs again, shaking his head and brushes my hair behind my ear.

I undo his belt and pull his pants down.

Being face to face with the bulge in his underwear now sends new wave of excitement through me. Something about tequila makes me so damn horny. Something about Vinnie makes me so damn horny. Combined, I’m nothing short of thrilled over what’s about to happen.

He steps out of his pants and lifts his shirt over his head, exposing his body. I run my hand down his chest and over his spider tattoo, biting my lip.

I kiss my way down to his V line and I can feel the rise and fall of his chest pick up in pace.

He reaches forward and slides his hand under my shorts, pulling them back. I lay on my back and take them off along with my underwear, and then slide my shirt off. It’s just now occurring to me that I left my bra in the bathroom. Oops.

He walks over and sits on his bed so that his back is up against the wall. I crawl over and straddle him.

His hand comes up to my face pulling me in for a kiss. I run my tongue across his bottom lip, begging for entrance before finally getting to taste his mouth.

His hand travels down to my waist, pulling me closer as I starting grinding my bare core against his hardness in his underwear. The pressure of his cock combined with the fabric feels so fucking good against my clit.

I pull back and slowly make my way back down his stomach, stopping occasionally to suck and gently bite. I reach for his underwear and pull them down, laying eyes on his bare cock for the first time. It’s perfect. Perfect size, perfect veins.

Fuck, he’s incredible.

“Sorry if this is weird but you literally have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” I say. I immediately regret it.

Who the fuck compliments a man on their penis aesthetic like that?

Luckily, a wide grin spreads across his face as he looks down at me. “I’m glad you like it,” he says, giving me a little smirk.

He’s completely unfazed by my weirdness. If anything, he’s flattered. I forgot this guy is kind of a weirdo himself. In the best way, of course. He won’t be scared away easily.

I laugh a little, looking at him. A warmth spreads across my chest, and affection for him fills every atom of me. God, I missed him.

I lean back up and kiss him softly before positioning myself to the side of him, leaning over his cock letting spit fall from my mouth.

I start rubbing my thumb around his tip, then wrap my hand around it moving in a gentle circular motion. I bring my other hand up, massaging closer to the base at the same time then take him fully into my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat and holding him there until I gag. Using the extra spit, I start massaging him a little quicker.

Deep moans come out of him, turning me on even more, as if that’s possible. I already love his voice so his moans are fucking heaven to listen to.

I lower my mouth back on to him and start sucking gently, then a little harder. He reaches forward and smacks my ass again I let out a high moan while my mouth is wrapped around his cock.

He thrusts upward to meet my mouth pumping on him and moves his hand back to my pussy, rubbing my clit, and sliding his middle finger into me, pumping in and out.

After a few minutes I pull back to give my mouth a break and he smiles at me, sitting up. He leans in and kisses me, grabbing one of my nipples, squeezing it.

His hand comes up and gently grabs my throat, using this movement to push me on my back.

I spread my legs, and he comes between them, leaning down to kiss me. With our chests and stomachs pressed against each other, I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my pussy making me even more excited.

He kisses his way down to my neck, and sucks gently near my collarbone sending waves of pleasure through my body.

He sucks on one of my nipples and the visual of seeing him with my titty in his mouth is almost too much to handle.

I make a pouty face let out a small whine, grinding my hips up so his hard on presses even more against my wet core. I wrap my hands in his hair, tugging lightly.

“Be patient, pretty girl. You’re about to get what you want.”

I nod, still pouting.

He takes one arm to prop himself up and uses the other to line himself with my entrance without pushing in right away, teasing me a little bit.

“Please,” I whine out, pushing my hips toward him. The anticipation is killing me.

He leans in and bites my lip, finally starting to push his way into me. The feeling of him entering sends a huge wave of pleasure from my core up through my chest, making me throw my head back into the pillow and moan.

He bottoms out and lets out a small moan.

He buries his face into my neck. The tickling sensation of his mouth and breath adding to the intense pleasure as he pumps himself in and out of me.

“You fill me up so good, Vinnie,” I moan. He picks up his pace, pulling out almost completely before bottoming out over and over again. I wrap my legs around him, meeting each of his thrusts, scratching my nails down his back.

His moans are deep and almost breathless. He pulls out of me, and I groan at the loss of contact.

He flips me over, my stomach and legs flat against the bed still, keeping my legs together as he straddles me from the back. He runs his cock up and down my slit and then slams himself inside of me.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I say closing my eyes and laying my head against the mattress.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back while he starts pounding his cock into me over and over again.

I don’t even care to try and be quiet at this point.

“Fuck Vinnie, yes baby!” I swear I could cry from the pleasure.

“Say my name again,” he smacks my leg and pulls my hair back a little harder.

“Vinnie!” I moan out again.

“Fuck, y/n,” he says groans.

It’s not long before I feel another orgasm coming on. My pussy tightens around him, my whole body tenses up. That euphoric high hits me like a train knocking the wind out of me, and I can feel myself get wetter as he keeps fucking himself into me.

He lets out a loud moan and pushes as deep into me as he can, filling me up. He stays there for a moment, kissing my back before slowly pulling out of me.

We lay there breathless, looking at the ceiling.

After a few minutes, he turns toward me.

He looks so upset, it makes my heart sink.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I’m just sorry,” he says, putting his hand over his eyes. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted, I’m sorry for putting us in that situation, I’m sorry for abandoning you after it. I’m sorry for everything. I - I swear I don’t even want to live anymore.”

My stomach turns sour at his last sentence. “Vinnie, you have to go get some help. Please. Jett did it, I did it. It fucking helps. I’m begging you,” I say trying to hold back tears. “I can’t imagine losing you and I hate seeing you suffer like this.”

He nods his head in agreement. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Just pick something. Something small. Work on one small thing that’s upsetting you and fix it to the best of your ability then move on to the next. One thing at a time,” I roll over to him and kiss his cheek, then lay my head on his chest. His arms wrap around me tight. “I love you, Vinnie. I do. As a friend and as a lover,” I say looking up at him.

He looks down at me, his face relaxing at my words. “I love you, too. As a lover and a friend.”

“I’m going to be here with you every step of the way. You won’t have to do this alone,” I grab his hand and lace our fingers together.

We climb under the covers and lay there for a while before we hear Liza’s voice down the hall, calling out for me again.

“She’s not gonna give up searching for you,” he says, laughing.

“You’d think she’d catch the hint by now,” I say, giggling. “I should probably tell her I’m okay, she’s just worried about me.”

I get up and throw my clothes back on.

“Hurry up and come back to me. I missed you.”

I look back at him and smile. “I missed you too,” I say, leaning over to kiss him. “I’ll only be a minute.”

[friggsdc]

Pairing: Kon-el/ Tim Drake/ GN Reader insert | NSFW* PWP

Warnings: poly, established relationships/roles, consensual noncon, light bondage, palming, edging, anal, fingering, deep throat/gagging

word count: 2400+

It wasn’t your fault that Tim’s Red Robin suit looked something akin to bondage, and it really wasn’t your fault when Kon suggested treating it like bondage when you voiced your thoughts. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Tim when he was gagged and tied up on the couch of a safe house after coming back from patrol. Except it was a surprise as Tim wasn’t in either of your heads, and he was terrified he’d fucked up somewhere, some villain having followed him home to kill him.

No, no, it was just Kon and yourself, visiting from the other side of the planet with no forewarning and “capturing” him.

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a/n: i used to hate his specific RR suit where his cowl looked like a gimp mask to me for the longest time? idk why lol, but now I just wanna see Tim a hot blubbering mess in it??? anyway, established poly relationship and established consensual noncon relationship (haha the three of you are minxes). this is my first upload what the heck

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It wasn’t your fault that Tim’s Red Robin suit looked something akin to bondage, and it really wasn’t your fault when Kon suggested treating it like bondage-play upon hearing your voiced thoughts. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Tim when he was gagged and tied up, sitting on the couch of a safe house when he was taking a short rest from patrol. Except it was a surprise as Tim wasn’t in either of your heads, and it scared hi to think he’d fucked up somewhere, some villain having followed him without his knowing.

No, no, it was just Kon and yourself, visiting from the other side of the planet with no forewarning and “capturing” him. His voice came out muffled from whatever you’d shoved in his mouth (it was sweet and warm and all too familiar) as he tugged on the zip ties holding his wrists behind him. He had just gotten back from a messy fight and wanted to clean up, to wash the sweat and dirt off him before heading back out. Instead, he was given a heart attack and a whole new sheen of sweat.

It seemed like you and Kon had different plans for him though, as the two of you nuzzled either side of his neck and jaw, up to where his ears would normally be if it weren’t for his cowl. His shudder was an instant reaction, swallowing thickly in sudden anticipation, his cock almost twitching even if he wasn’t thrilled that he was still gross from patrol. 

He could feel the ministrations of your faces, he could feel your lips giving sloppy kisses, and he could feel the warmth of your breathing, though muted from the strength of his tactile fabric. He whimpered slightly at wanting to feel more, wanting skin to skin contact with the two of you, the cloth in his mouth now soaked from his own spit building up, a bit escaping to gloss his lips.

“Mmfh,” he jerked slightly as the two of you spread his legs, each straddling one, though making sure not to put too much pressure on them. Immediately, your hands were all over him in the places he didn’t care about and not in the places that mattered. Rubbing your hands on his sore legs, squeezing at his inner thighs right next to his now obvious restricting pants, with Kon and your fingers intertwining in the exploration. Eventually you trailed your fingers up and down his abdomen, getting so low only to stop above the twitching mound, then trail back up. This was not fair, and after not seeing you two for a while, it was even worse, painful.

You mewled in his ear in sync to his whimpering, riding on his leg and leaving a visible wet spot, stimulating yourself. Similarly, Kon let out slutty moans as he rubbed his cock against Tim’s other leg, a wet spot of his own forming. Then his mouth suddenly found the crook of Tim’s neck as he sucked on the fabric to muffle himself, his strength being of use. The two of you were getting off on his thighs, hot breaths fanning his face and putting him into a state of misery as his own breathing was like a battle. 

He swore he was getting off on the sight alone, the feeling of you two against him only intensifying the throb between his legs. His body jolted again, head falling back, letting out a loud strangled groan as the two of you finally ran your hands over his bulge, Kon took the top, you the base. Kon rubbed circles on the head, loving the feel through Tim’s pants, loving the way his muscles shuddered and rippled. Tim’s balls, similarly massaged by one of your hands, a bit rough due to the fabric, but mostly sweet. Your eyes darkened at seeing his clothes showing obvious wet spots, especially his pants.

Your free hand went to Kon’s mouth and eagerly, he sucked on three digits, tongue gliding over them in front of Tim’s gagged face. He couldn’t handle it anymore, it was enough that Tim came from the small frictions, making a mess inside his pants. Neither your ministrations nor Kon’s ceased, continuing to expertly rub him in ways only you two knew would drive him crazy. It wasn’t an intense orgasm, Tim hadn’t been given proper stimulation for that on purpose. Kon and you wanted to drag this out (living so far from Tim meant visiting was infrequent, and the two of you wanted to make the most of it).

There was no time to let him recoup, there was no time to let him come down from his high. No, the two lovers in front of him made him ride out his high, not allowed to come down till they had their turn.

His breathing couldn’t find the time to catch up, huge gulps of air taken through his flared nostrils, chest heaving as he fell forward, leaning against you. He moaned at the sight of you two against him, the heat already reignited in the pit of his stomach. He really wanted to fuck you, or Kon, or both. He really really wanted to ram his cock into one of you, he didn’t care which, he wouldn’t be picky.

He wasn’t even bothered by the previous sweat and dirt anymore, his body hot and sticky and lost in the pleasure and feeling of you two. All he wanted right now was to be free, to touch and rub the two of you back, to hold and kiss Kon and yourself. As he watched a trail of spit string from Kon’s tongue, sticking out from between his lips, to your reluctant fingers, he began to grow impatient. 

Tim was jealous as he watched your fingers trail down Kon’s backside, across taut, thick muscles, a line of saliva leaving a wet trail for the air to cool. “A-ah…” Kon shuddered excitedly as he leaned against Tim’s chest, pushing him back, his hand still giving light strokes to Tim’s cock, keeping it wanting.

A finger found it’s way into Kon’s ass, pumping lightly to help the spit make sliding easier. A second finger soon joined the first once there was enough lubricant (between Kon’s spit and Kon’s juices, it was easier to prep). Tim watched with dark, heated eyes as your fingers pumped in and out of Kon’s ass, now wiggling in time with each movement. 

Tim wanted to help. 

Kon was making even more sounds now, even sweeter than before as his own eyes glazed over with lust, staring at Tim. A third finger and Kon was gone, pumping into his ass, feeling around the soft warmth inside, and spreading him open with sloppy noises.

“K-kon…” you moaned in Tim’s ear, his heart skipping a beat with a heated need, “I think… I think this naughty pervert should be taught… ah…! W-what happens when you run around…” you gulped, moaning in Tim’s ear again, “in such a lewd outfit...” the heat pooled in his stomach, making him thrust his hips forwards. Kon was making little noises against Tim’s neck, “Hah… L-look at him… What a pervert… he’s all messed up in the head,” Tim’s cock was throbbing, the pants were too tight, the teasing was making his eyes tear up.

Kon and your palms stopped touching Tim’s cock to push his hips down when he thrusted, causing a strangled cry of pain. Finally, fucking finally the two of you pulled his pants down in unison, his cock springing free with an almost relieved whimper from Tim. The cool air was almost a comfort on his soaked and burning member before another shudder violently wracked his body, your tongues gliding across his shaft. He stared down at the two of you, breathing so heavily he could have hyperventilated if he tried harder.

Please--

He watched the two of you shift, Kon taking his place on Tim’s lap as you sat next to the two of them on the couch. Holding Tim’s cock, you helped guide Kon’s ass to sit down, watching Tim’s cock stretch him even further than your fingers. Kon’s face twisted as he took half of Tim, ass raising back up before falling back down with a sloppy sound. 

His ass went back down, taking more of Tim and he raised again, this time he sat down all the way to the hilt and had to keep from bouncing, wanting to feel the heat. He sat there for a moment, breathing heavily and feeling his insides stretched so wide, filled so full with Tim’s cock inside him. “T-Tim…” Kon choked out, leaning his head down against Tim’s neck, slightly elevated now, as you went to grab Kon’s own cock, now sticking out and throbbing.

He whimpered and this time when Tim bucked his hips, neither of you two stopped him, and he about came deep into Kon’s ass from the one movement. The hand not holding Kon’s cock went to the base of Tim’s under Kon’s ass, grabbing somewhat tightly earning a loud, muted yelp from Tim. Kon and yourself had been patient the last few weeks, burning with a growing desire, so you wouldn’t let Tim finish so quickly.

Kon was so tight around Tim’s hard cock, a delicious warmth sucking him in so hungrily that he briefly wondered when the last time you stuck a dildo up Kon’s ass was. The thought was lost though, Kon was already sloppy, face already flushed and messed up just from sitting there. He leaned over to pull the panties from Tim’s mouth, built up saliva falling down the front of his suit and across Kon’s dick. Tim’s heart gave a strange bump, excited, wondering which of you two had been wearing them. “F-fuck it’s so tight…” the first thing out of Tim’s mouth, “K-Kon… move…” It was somewhere between an order and begging, and Kon began moving his ass up and down in compliance.

As your head leaned down to suck on Kon’s cock, now bouncing with his ass and Tim’s additional thrusting, Kon’s hand came to rest on your head. Your lips were able to catch Kon, having done this plenty of times as his hand began guiding you with his thrusts. Tim’s cock pumping into his ass and then your lips sucking on his own had Kon a mess for words. He couldn’t even think straight as he leaned against Tim, lips smashing against the other male’s.

Their breath was hot and mixed, the strong odors of sweat and grime mixing with their lust, but they couldn’t tell over the musky smell of sex and cum.

Tim couldn’t move his wrists, but he could move his hips and his lips, both taking in Kon as greedily as Kon wanted him. The buildup wasn’t too hard for either of them, thanks to the ample preparation and foreplay (which Kon and yourself loved, though it was torture for Tim since he was always the target of your and Kon’s affections). Kon sucked on Tim’s tongue, soft and slippery before their lips melted, tongues invading each other and in almost no time at all, Kon felt himself losing control in your mouth. 

The sweet, salty taste of Kon’s precum filled your mouth and nose, an intoxicating scent that always had you going. You loved watching Kon go crazy from your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip with a sense of pride. Teeth barely ghosted the sides at times as the back of your throat sucked in tightly, squeezing with a gag as his cock thrust too far.

You could feel his cock hitting your uvula, rubbing the back of your throat as your mouth had relaxed, getting used to the size invading it. Eventually, with some difficulty, you had been able to take him a bit deeper, your moans making him shiver. Then you felt it, a slight ripple trembling from the base of his cock to the tip, his stomach shuddering. Suddenly there was a warm feeling filling the back of your throat, forced to swallow all of Kon as he came. 

Tim kept riding him out, your eyes tearing up in pain as Kon’s cock stayed deep in your throat, still holding down, not wanting to let you move. It was hard to breathe, your own arousal flaring from the intensity that the lack of oxygen brought, and Kon filling up your mouth like a delicious lollipop. You were lightheaded. Kon’s hand eventually slipped off, somewhat drained, letting you up for air as his cum dripped down your chin, breathing greedily.

Kon was wobbly on top of Tim as he slowed his hips, letting the super sag against him to rest for a moment. The three of you did your best to take in gulps of air for different reasons, Kon’s eyes finding yours with a look of apology in them. You only smiled at him, coming up to give him a kiss, his “Superboy” stamina coming back almost immediately as the two of you began heating up. Neither of you could see it, not that you were paying attention, but Tim’s brow was furrowed, eyes narrowed behind his cowl at the two of you getting hot and bothered again.

There was only so much Tim could take, his mind now somewhat clearer as his hands busied themselves behind his back, “you two…” Kon and yourself only stopped making out to side-eye Tim, not at all worried by the warning in his voice. So instead, the two of you did what you did best, leaning over to include Tim in your battle of tongues. 

It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t going to make his dick hurt, wasn’t going to make his mind go crazy, it was just passionate kissing. He couldn’t help but respond, this was one of his favorite parts, when you and Kon went from sex starved minxes to passionate lovers. The trust the three of you had in each other was overwhelming, your hearts all in sync with one another.

Kon and yourself were too absorbed in the flavor of Tim and each other, mixing your tastes up as much as you could before yelping, Tim’s hands on either side of both of your hips, squeezing. He had freed his hands, now pressing the two of you against him as much as he could, the short break helping him recover. “As much as I’d love to shower…” Tim looked between the two of you, all three of your heads resting together in a sweaty mess, “I think…” Tim’s head tilted slightly, covered eyes coming to rest on you, Kon’s own beautiful blues trailing after,

“A-ah…” you moaned, both of their lips now on your neck, pressing you up against the couch.

Tim would have to talk to you two about not giving him a heart attack later.

[seongsangi]

giving you what you want

pairing: seonghwa x reader

summary: bound and blind, you can only wait for seonghwa to tell you what to do. your mind and body is his and he knows you’ll do anything he asks of you.

word count: 2k

warnings/tags: sensory deprivation, that shits hot idk about yall

read part 2 here

“Seonghwa?” you call out, hoping for a response. You’re afraid he’s left you here, needy for his attention. You wait, fidgeting with your legs, trying to get some friction. He left your panties on and they’re sticking uncomfortably to your core. You curse him for playing with you, pushing you so close to the edge and then stopping suddenly, leaving you hanging. You’re about to give up and yell your safe word, getting impatient.

You jolt when you feel a pair of cold hands on your thighs but relax immediately when you finally hear his voice. “It’s only been 5 minutes, babe. You couldn’t wait for me?”

“I missed you.” You feel his hands slide further up, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I could tell.” He pulls your panties to the side with one hand, rubbing slow circles on your bundle of nerves before sliding his fingers in your core. You spread your legs wider, giving him better access, desperate for his touch. His hand inches across your stomach, up to your chest and gives your breasts a squeeze before leaning down and capturing a nipple in his mouth. His tongue is doing wonders to you, his teeth sending a quick sting as he bites occasionally, and his fingers make your eyes squeeze shut. You’re trying to focus on the pleasure he’s giving you, hoping he won’t stop in the middle of it again.

You tug on your restraints, wanting to hold him. He pulls back, asking if you want him to take them off.

“No, I like it,” you tell the truth, enjoying the way he’s in control of your body right now. You can’t tell what his next move will be and that only excites you. The thrill of not knowing is why you love being in a vulnerable position for him. It turns him on to see you melt under him, unable to do anything but take whatever he does to you. He unties the rope around your hands and you whine, hoping that this isn’t the end of it. He takes your panties off, throwing them on the floor. He pulls you up and you sit on your knees, following his guide. He brings your hands to the front, securing a cold pair of handcuffs to your wrists. Now you know he’s just getting started.

He’s shifting on the bed as you sit still, waiting for his command. “Come here,” his voice calls out to you. You move to straddle his waist, confused why he still has his sweatpants on.

“Not there,” his hands grip the back of your thighs, pushing them forward for you to keep moving. You’re confused.

“Where?” you ask, not sure what he means.

“You know where,” his deep voice sends chills down your back as you move forward, caging his head in between your knees. You haven’t sat on his face in a while and you get wetter just thinking about all the things his sinful tongue is about to do to you.

“That’s my girl,” the simple statement making your cheeks flush. He pulls you down onto his face, tongue licking everywhere he can reach. Your mouth is left open by his ministrations, soft moans and pants keeping him motivated to please you. He loves the way you sound when you cry out for him, sucking your clit harshly. You fall forward, hands bracing themselves on the bed, pushing your hips further down and riding his tongue. His hand caresses your thigh as the other one smacks your ass, kneading it softly to numb the pain. You give in to the feeling of his mouth on your core, letting your hips do the work. He swirls your clit around his tongue, making you grip the sheets so hard they might rip.

“Ah, that feels so good,” you moan, biting your lip as he continues to make your toes curl. You sit up again, moving your hips in circles and pinching both your nipples for a little extra pleasure. He looks up at you, thinking you look so sexy getting yourself off to him. He doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking, drawing your orgasm out of you. He slides out from under you and you fall onto the bed, unable to keep yourself up. He pulls you back up to your knees, keeping your ass high and pushing your back down.

“Wait, let me –“ you’re stopped short when his fingers plunge into your core again, thrusting them in and out at a pace that makes your head spin.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” his hand grabs the back of your neck, pushing your head into the mattress. He adds a third and continues to finger fuck you, the sound of your moans filling the room. You don’t want him to stop, but you want more of him. When his hand slows down, you take the chance to roll onto your back, reaching down to your core to spread your lips open, inviting him in a way he can’t resist. You fight back a smile when you hear him pull his pants down, rubbing yourself in anticipation. You can’t see him, but you know he’s about to wreck you.

He shoves your hands away and lands a few hard slaps on your pussy, making you close your legs in response. He tells you to suck first, wanting to feel your mouth on him before he fucks you. You move a little too quick, eager to have him in you one way or another. He guides your head to his member, immediately wrapping your lips around him and taking him as far as you can. You use your tongue to get his dick wet, knowing he loves it when you don’t hold back and get sloppy. You can feel him watching you, panting as your warm mouth engulfs him. He pulls your head back, releasing himself from you and wiping the spit off your mouth. He’s tempted to fuck your throat until you gag on him, but he’s got something better in mind. “Turn around again.”

You do as he says, but before you can get into position, he reaches around to unlock the cuffs. He brings your hands to your back, securing them again and pushing you down. Face down, ass up just the way he likes it, his favorite position because he loves the way your ass bounces with every thrust. He lines himself up to your core, gathering your slick on himself before slamming in, wet enough that it slides right in. He doesn’t even give you time to breathe before the sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the place. You can’t contain your whines and moans, certain the neighbors can hear but maybe you want them to. Maybe you want them to know how good he makes you feel, how his dick reaches places that makes you scream his name, how he fucks you so deep you never want him to stop. He makes you weak at the knees and oh so high in the clouds.

“Tell me how you want it,” he breathes out, always willing to give you what you need.

“Harder,” he heard you but he slows down, wanting to tease you a bit just to hear you beg for it. There’s something so alluring about hearing how needy you are for him.

“Fuck me harder, please Seonghwa,” you wiggle your hips, trying to encourage him to ravage you, make you cum on his dick.

“Anything you want sweetheart.” His hips pick up the pace again, hands gripping your waist to keep you steady. He’s using you like a toy and nothing makes you happier. You clench around his member, knowing it makes him throw his head back at how tight your walls feel around him. Pussy so good, he can never get enough. Grabbing your hair, he pulls you up halfway to fuck you at a new angle. Your legs are trembling, he knows your body so well and he uses it to his advantage.

“Stay still and take this dick,” he demands, unwilling to let up. You whimper, loving it when he’s aggressive with you.

“You’re my good girl right baby?” You nod, unable to form a proper response. He tugs your hair even tighter, telling you to use your words.

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” you mewl, knowing you’ll do anything for him if he asks. He’s hitting all the right spots, you can feel your second high coming soon. As if on cue, he reaches for your clit, continuing to pound into you as he stimulates your bundle of nerves. It’s too much for you, your body reacting on its own, shaking as he brings you close to the edge until you can’t hold on any more. You let out a cry as he fucks you nonstop, fingers overstimulating your clit. His movements don’t stop even as you start to quiver, trying to pull away from him so your body can relax for a bit.

“Don’t run away from me,” he throws you around like a ragdoll, twisting your body to the right and sliding back in. The cuffs are digging into your lower back now, feeling hot tears roll down your cheek from how relentless he’s being. You’re such a mess for him right now and he delights in the way you can’t say no to him. You wish he would take the blindfold off now, you want to watch him as he ruins you.

When he starts to reach his limit, he tells you to get on your knees and suck, wanting to see your pretty face as he cums. He takes the blindfold off and you see him for the first time tonight in all his sweaty, fucked out glory. He looks amazing and you don’t know how you got so lucky to have a man like him. You move to the edge of the bed where he’s waiting for you, taking him into your mouth again. Your hands are still cuffed behind your back, using only your mouth to please him. You look up at him, loving the way his dark eyes are fixed on you as you suck him off. His soft moans make you feel powerful, knowing only you can make him feel this way. His hand holds your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear as you hear a breathy “don’t stop,” letting you know he’s close. You move your head faster and use more tongue, hungry to feel him cum down your throat. You don’t stop, even when you can taste his release in your mouth, wanting to help him ride out his high. You swallow everything without missing a drop, keeping your eyes locked on his as you pull away. You give him a sly smile, one that has him eyeing you down like he could go for another round with that playful look in your eyes.

“That was hot,” you hear a familiar voice coming from behind you. You turn around and your eyes are wide open, not expecting anyone else to be in the room with you.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t know I was here.”

[alias-b]

Idk if you're done this already but you did it for your other couples, can we get a nsfw alphabet for Billy and Evie? Pretty pretty please💘

Oh my gosh!! You’re right, I haven’t done one for them!! Well let’s fix that right now, shall we?? And I’ll try to make it different from the Billy/Cam one but Billy is still Billy lol Okay! So here goes.

Dirty Alphabet for Billy Hargrove and Evie Fenny! My lovely plus size oc xoxo Thank you so much for asking!! 📌💝🍓💝

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

   Evie isn’t used to being touched so abrasively and Billy is the overstimulation king!! She might get a little shy in the lazy post-sex haze as everything sets in, but they’ll sorta of curl into each other and cling bc they’re both super overwhelmed and unable to look at each other sometimes.

   She tries to hold Billy a lot and it takes him some getting used to bc he’s conditioned to sexual and violent touch only. Billy is a Super Tease and will run his fingertips and mouth over her skin bc his girl is Extra Sensitive and he loves the way she whines and shivers and squirms. Chances are he’ll try to initiate another round.😘

   After being together a bit, it’ll be easier to deal with all the emotions and spoon afterward tho! Evie will start to cover his face, neck, and chest in kisses and he’ll mirror it until they’re twisting together and curling up to sleep. Stage five clingers.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

   Evie’s been caught staring at Billy’s muscled thighs....a lot. So LOWKEY them. She loooooooves to straddle his big hard thigh and maybe ride it during make outs. He’s all encouragement. Also his hands are to DIE for and his sensitive neck. Prime kissy places for Evie to ravish him and it always catches him off guard.

   Billy actually has trouble choosing as he gets to know her body, he loves to just look at her and run his hands along all her soft curves and make her feel like a goddess bc she deserves it. As much as he loves being flashed, Billy is a hips/ass guy. Loves to grab her and dig his fingers into her skin and position her however he likes. Loves to also rest his cheek on her inner thigh when he’s teasing as they’re lying together. Also likes to spank and pinch her tushy anytime he likes. Esp in public she she gets all squealy and red in the cheeks.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

   Billy is so gross. We’ll start there.

   Boy will cum on her tits and lick it off and massage her flesh and gather it to make her suck it off his fingers too. He’ll eat her out after coming inside her and let her p much spit into his mouth after she blows him.

He does not give a Fuck. Also seeing his cum leak out of her when she’s all fucked out and wet and puffy...that’s hot. He will cum on anything and he wants to blow his load on her tits so bad. He also doesn’t like to wash his hands after fingering her and will spend time after just licking his digits clean. He grOSS.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

  Evie thinks about Billy fucking her in public places a lot when they’re out and about and she will NEVER admit to how much she thinks about sex with him even in their early days when they quarreled lol

   Billy doesn’t keep a lot of dirty secrets bc he’s just gonna tell Evie his every depraved thought. But!! He wants to make nasty porn with her so bad. Photos esp so he can keep her in a little box in his dresser maybe with something she wore once that was lacy. He wants pics of her in lingerie. Naked. Spread. Fucked. Every which way. The boy will pay for it.

   ***Also.....he has a couple explicit fantasies he doesn’t share.... One having to do with just gross “i caught you, now I get to fuck you as hard as I want” sex between them. Another and the bigger one...I think he fantasized once about her pegging him.....and being dominating him super hard by Evie. He wants to be bratty af and have her to step on him basically.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

   Billy has Mucho Experience. Almost too much to the point of he has to work harder to figure out what Evie likes and get out of his head lmao Evie has had a few past relationships and she likes sex and is getting more comfortable with it so there isn’t a huge difference!!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

   Billy likes to be on top bc he’s such a show off. He doesn’t know this about Evie yet but....she also wants to be on top bc she’s a control freak. So that’ll be funny when they actually get down to bizness. But, I think Billy later learns quick that watching her ride him is so hot. Gripping her hips and bucking to meet her and sitting up to bit her neck or suck titty. Ooohh, he’ll adore it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

   They laugh a lot!! In heated moments of emotion, they’ll go quiet and serious, but Billy and Evie both like to have fun during sex. They like to joke and roll around. Billy is a pornstar who NEVER shuts up so he’s spinning dirty lines and she’ll roast him for it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

   Carpet and drapes match! Billy is expertly groomed and trimmed nicely. He looked pretty and golden and immaculate down there. Annoying. Evie actually does some trimming and what not to look cleaner down there, but she’s hairier than him and he doesn’t mind! They’re both all about hygiene and perfumes and lotions and oils so they’re p fresh all the time. Although, I’m p sure Evie will complain when she blows him and tastes his cologne and tells him to ease up on that lmao

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

   Billy is superrr into body worship which just gives Evie crazy whiplash. He takes time to marvel at her and appreciate her and she’s NOT used to that and gets super blushy and almost can’t look at him. Being a bigger girl, she’s still on that self comfort journey and he’s happy to assist! He’s super grabby and touchy and they both are all about kissing everywhereee.

   On Evie’s end, she gets so soft with him and he’s overwhelmed a lot by that. Her kissing his wrists and cheeks and holding him. Massaging him and running her fingers down his back. Billy really needs time to get used to it and she’s fine with that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

   Hell yeah. They actually love to watch each other get off. Phone sex was the tip of the iceberg. Although, Billy does say that if he had it his way, she wouldn’t get herself off and instead she’d come to him and let him make her come when she wants it. Possessive boi.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

   It startles her at first, but Evie looooves when Billy picks her up and drags her all over the bed. She didn’t think he could and he took that as a dare to heart and he lifts more and she feels his muscles BULGE and loves it. Watching him work out super turns her on and they usually end up having gross sex before he can finish if she’s there to watch. Which Billy loves being watched by her xx He’s gonna eat her out on that weight bench too, mark my words.

   He also, as mentioned before, has a Super praise kink. He’s goal is to make Evie louder in bed. He wants her to talk too & maybe order him around a bit. He loves being on his knees, pushing her skirt up, holding her thighs in place before he starts to teasingly eat her while she still as her panties on. Also bonus points if they’re being sexual and teasy in a public or semi public spot.

   Also Billy wants to fuck her tits so bad. I said it sorta before, but I’m saying it againnnn.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

   Billy: Anywhere. Literally anywhere. I don’t give a Fuck. 💦

   Evie gets more adventurous with him, but she likes just being in an empty house so they can be loud. Lowkey, I think Billy enjoys the thrill of someone being home bc it’s cute watching Evie try to be quiet while he pleasures her. He might help her out by stuffing his fingers in her mouth *wink wink*

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

   Billy is always revved up tbh. Seeing Evie do anything, he can make it sexual. It’s the Brain Sex Rot. Evie starts to feel it in the air if he keeps just looking intently at her. They eye fuck a lot.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

   Evie is okay with being held down but no like ropes or anything. Neither will be spanked by belts. Hands only. Billy will never hit her in the face too and she wouldn’t be into that either. Also Evie’s never ever gonna be into food play, it’d make her wildly uncomfortable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

   Billy already rubbing his hands together planning his tongue’s assault on Evie’s clit. He is shamelessly and proudly into giving oral and will spend all the time he needs down there making her his. Billy’s “get what he wants move” usually starts with kissing up her thigh and then some. 👅 Finally, for him, he wants Evie to sit on his face so bad, it’ll take some time to get there tho

   Evie mentioned this, but she actually really likes to give skilled head. They both are hair pullers so that works too. xx Evie wants to hold his hips and kiss his pretty thighs and let him fuck her mouth against something. Billy’s so sweet to about it, always making sure she’s comfortable, praising her, and kissing her after with tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

  I think this just depends on the mood!! More likely to be fast and rough. When they get slow and sensual, emotions spike and overwhelm and sometimes that’s just too much to handle.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

   Evie isn’t the biggest fan of quickies bc she likes to be able to relax and clean up properly afterward. Billy disagrees bc he’s a dirty little dick pig and he’ll take her to pound town any hour of the day. 💞

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

   Oh, they deffo will take risks and experiment!! They’re young and horny and super into each other. Go raw.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

   Billy has some wild stamina that Evie doesn’t always match. With his coaxing and encouragement, she might be able to go a couple rounds. But, I think Evie wants like crazy foreplay and then one amazing sex round and then cuddling. Whereas Billy can have his insatiable nights and try to work a couple climaxes out of her. However he wont push and this works out fine bc they can also wake each other up with sex during the night too!! 😉

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

   Evie and Heather deffo bought toys together and used them and called each other after like “girl hfjhkejr!!!” lmao. Billy prefers to just be the toy himself bc of his Boy Pride. I think Spencers will be a fav store of my teens when Starcourt opens....... But, Billy would like to use toys on Evie like he’s performing an exorcism and I mentioned this but......someone peg this bratty boy.....

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

   Billy Hargrove is such a shit. He’s constantly trying to tease is pretty plush gf, but I think he underestimates how hard she can match him so they’ll end the night tearing each other up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

   Evie always tries not to make too much sound, until Billy makes it his mission to stop all of that. He’s pornographically loud and longs for Evie to match that. If he can get her to cry out while she’s holding back...that makes him V Happy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

   Evie likes lingerie and cute matching undergarments even if no one sees it. She likes feeling the lace under her clothes and that naughty thrill like she has a secret. She’s a big girl and she dresses for HERSELF. Also, I’ve done this before.....leaving lipstick kisses on Billy’s clothing and skin. He does not try to wash it off lmao he adores being marked by his gf. Lastly, Billy is totally a biter and he wants to sink his teeth into her chest and ass so bad.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

   Imma just leave this here bc Billy is mad fat and he knows it and he walks around like he is so everyone else knows it.

   Evie’s so shy at first with him, bc he looks like Apollo and he hasn’t been with a big girl and she has boobs and tummy and thighs and love handles and she gets worried about angles but Billy is so keen to touch her, that a lot of her fears melt away.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

   Big Huge. They’re nasty. Evie is not exempt from this bc she is as bad as him even if she pretends like she isn’t. Girls can be dick pigs too just as much as boys and she is NOT that stereotype fat girls often get being a super shy virgin type.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

   Unless they’ve been going a long time, they both actually stay up for a bit after. ((I think they both just have sleep issues anyways.)) Either spooning or talking or getting up to finish the day lol but they really enjoy lying there together and fighting to stay awake so they can chat and enjoy each other’s company before falling asleep all cozy and secure. That’s what they really get out of each other is security. 💘💘💘 

**This was so much fun!!! And I’m always happy to take horny asks or requests for Billy & Evie. You never know what I can put into the fic or what I can make a smutty one shot out of. Thank you!!!

[kunderdogs]

Making Out With VAV

Let me start off by saying I've been into VAV since June 2018 and they're coming to my city in a few months. I will fucking die when I see them okay. On an unrelated note the photos with them are like $40 each and if you want one with each member its $250 (which is more expensive than the vvip tickets!) Ugh should I get them all or do 1? I'd feel terrible if one member's line for pics was shorter than another ya know UGH I'M GOING THRU IT PLS HELP ME

I got carried away with some of the members but tried to keep it short so I'm sorry others are longer than some. ^^' I’m not even Baron biased but why does he hurt me so...I’m so sorry Lou.

Thank you to the anon who requested this. As you all can tell, I have a weakness for VAV so I love writing them. - Cookie

St. Van:

I've deadass dreamed about making out with St. Van (who hasn't? you're lying if you said you didn't). He's such a fucking tease LIKE WHY SIR? 

Anyway, I can imagine making out with him is ALWAYS hot and heavy, no matter where you are. 

He'd much rather make out in his room or your place, where no one can interrupt because 11/10 times it's going to escalate to new heights. 

Honestly, he has no preference when it comes to a "make out style". If you want it short and sweet, he's down. Rough with lots of tongue? Sign him up! 

Doesn't like much dialog when he's in the mood, he'll catch your face in his hands and open mouth kiss you so you didn't get any mixed signals. 

Likes to be dominate no matter what but he likes when you're sitting on his lap. 

His hands, without fail, will always be in your hair - stroking, pulling, pushing it from your face. 

If it's up, NOT FOR LONG 'cause he'll take it out the ponytail

That's on hair pulling kinks

Be prepared for lots of noise. 

He's a moaner and WILL moan in your mouth if you nibble his lip or try to take over the dominate role. 

He'll find it so so so hot when you're rough with him - his unoccupied hand will grip your thigh and force you to connect your bodies fully and he'll definitely grind up into you, pushing your hips down into him. 

There's absolutely nothing gentle about making out with St. Van. 

He won't bruise you but ALMOST.

He'll give you bedroom eyes when you pull away and smirk when he notice how turned on you are. 

Leaning back into the couch with his head tilted to the side and breathing just a bit hard, he'll lick his lips disrespectfully. "I like when you're on top, baby girl, but I think we should take this to the bed, hm?"

(FUCK I GTG HOW AM I GONNA LOOK THIS MAN IN THE EYES WHEN I MEET HIM? IDK LORD HELP ME)

Baron:

Ok my sweet baby Baron. 

I feel like he's a low key freak. 

BUT A GENTLEMAN. 

The first couple of make outs are sweet and precious. 

He's very loving and kind so he won't be rough with you, like never. 

Is so shy the first time, but will initiate it about maybe 3 weeks in the relationship - sooner if you're flirty. 

Doesn't know what the hell you're comfortable with in this new step of your relationship. Picture this:

It's been a few weeks since you two made it official, even though you went through a month of the talking phase. You were flirty, but Chungheop was still shy with you on certain things. Today, the two of you had a fun-filled day at the amusement park. He had been eyeing you with heart eyes all day and you to him as well. It was hard not to, especially when you have a boyfriend as cute as him! As you were driving back to Seoul, the rain came down in buckets but Baron didn't want to go back to the dorms just yet. With cute puppy-eyes he asked you if he could come over to hang out for a few hours. There was absolutely no way for you to resist that.

So here you were, walking back into the living room after changing out of those ridiculously tight skinny jeans and into your pajama shorts. You traded your cute blouse for one of Baron's large shirts. He was lounging on the couch, scrolling through Netflix for something to kill the time with. Nothing was particularly catching his eye though. He didn't have to wait long until you flopped directly next to him and snuggled into his side.

As he took in your attire, his heart was pounding a thousand times a minute. You were too cute! When you two mutually decided on a Rom-Com, he got bored pretty quickly and shyly kissed your cheek.

With a smile, you turned to see him gazing at you. He leaned closer to your lips and hesitated only for a second before closing the distance. Softly, slowly would mold his lips to yours. Chungheop tilted his head to the side, softly exhaling while the arm on the back of the couch comes to the back of your neck.

Won't introduce tongue but will groan when you do it first. 

Heavy breathing and a whole lot of gentle caressing. 

His fingers slide down your cheek to cup your jaw before trailing to your cleavage only to settle on your hip. 

He won't have a tight grip, it's always light but never in the same place for very long - boy has wondering hands. 

Typically they're gripping and stroking. 

Will quietly groan if you deepen the kiss or start touching his skin (neck, stomach). 

His lips aren't ever rough with you 

He'll like to take his time tasting you. 

He's a nibbler/biter so expect him to bite gently on your lips a few times. 

Also he'll pull some freaky moves out of nowhere like sucking on your tongue and smile cheekily when you moan into him. 

Likes to keep you on your toes so some times, just to hear you gasp in surprise, he'll throw you on the bed/couch with a playful smirk.

Overall, he’s very sweet to you. “You look so cute like that, baby.”

Ace:

A whole tease. That's it. That's the post.

Jk. But Wooyoung is a big fan of a foreplay, like this is where he thrives! 

He knows how to fuck with you too, so he'll initiate the kisses and will make them so fluttering and lingering that you'll be on the verge of trying to smash his lips to yours. 

He'll pull away and be like "Uh-uh don't be so impatient, baby. We got all night~" 

Might even laugh a little bit if you were getting frustrated with all his teasing. 

He's the type to dominate everything about making out but it's in a sensual way (?) 

like not rough or aggressive at all. 

Will sneak his tongue in to spice it up after a few minutes just to catch you off guard.

Tongue

LOTS AND LOTS OF IT

French kissing

With a lot of moans from him - he’s pretty vocal but he’s not nearly as loud as you

Likes to suck - on any part of skin on your body. He’s not picky

Sloppy kisses since he has less self control than you think he does

He'll pick up the pace only to slow it down again and smile when you make noises into his mouth. 

Lives for the moment that you finally break under all the teasing and yank his hair.

Ace likes to catch you off guard a lot so he'll sneak up on you when you're distracted and spin you around just to give you kisses. 

He's a romantic at heart so back hugs that turn into making out on the kitchen counter are very common for you two. 

Wooyoung wouldn't want to make-out in public spaces but a hello and goodbye peck when he's in disguise is alright. 

He'll be mortified if you were in the middle of a heated make out session, his hands slowly creeping up your shirt only for the members to burst in. 

He would be soooooo red in the face lol so yeah y'all would have to be ALONE ALONE to have any real freaky time.

Ayno:

(first off, how dare I use this gif)

Has zero self control when it comes to his s/o

As mentioned previously, Ayno is an ass man

So if you want him to jump your bones, just wear a flattering pair of skinny jeans or a tight skirt

He’ll literally follow you around like a puppy

Lots of gulping, narrowed eyes stuck to your hips and ass as you walked in front of him

When it comes to making out, he’s the same way

A kiss is never just one and done

NO MA’AM, he wants all the smoke

He knows you like how his lips are so he goes in for the kill immediately

No build up

He’ll catch your wrist and spin you to face him

As soon as you notice his body pressed into you, his lips are pushing and pulling you to fold into him

Who are you to deny him that?

Doesn’t waste any time with teasing - his tongue is already putting in work

Likes to cradle your head and tilt it up to him

Wants to hear you whimper and moan breathlessly into him

Always likes to break the kiss to stare at you with an intensity that has your blood boiling

But is soooo playful

Might smirk and leave you hanging

Some times he’ll purposefully attack your mouth when you two really shouldn’t be kissing like when you went to his parent’s house

Enjoys the thrill of getting touchy when you guys could be caught any moment

A little bit of an exhibitionist 

He’ll tickle you or nuzzle you to cut some of the sexual tension or say something to make you giggle as he’s pressing kisses on your cheeks

Looooves to handle you if you’d let him

REALLY loves when you handle him too!!!

That one time when you pushed him on the couch, straddled him and yanked his hair, he swore that he was in heaven.

He’ll easily submit to you if you want him too

But he’ll make you work for it

Licking your lips, neck

Yoonho will beg you to let him put hickeys on you and when you agree, he’ll jump on you that second

Jacob:

HOt, heavy, messy, passionate all the time with no build up or warning for you at all. 

Jacob likes to keep you guessing so he'll initiate a make-out just about damn near everywhere and at any given time. 

He honestly doesn't care whose in the room, unless it was like yours or his family. 

The members and other staff? 

Yeah, doesn't matter - if he wants to kiss you then he will. 

If they don't wanna see it, they better leave because he won't stop unless you want him to ;)

Making out isn’t just kissing for him - it’s a prelude to the nasty-ness that’s about to come

So if you try to break the kiss to go answer your phone, he’s thoroughly offended and will drag you back to his lips

The type to walk in, no words, and catch the back of your neck with his large hand

Likes to make out with you against surfaces with him standing up

He’ll tell you he thinks it’s really hot when you wrap your legs around his waist

A bit of a size kink because he loves to corner you and pin you to the wall/bed and hover over you

You...have absolutely no complaints so...

He’s the dominate role even in making out

But just so gentle and loving that it makes you swoon

Rarely makes a sound other than breathing heavily, humming or growling

Face grabbing!!!!!

100% of the time will grind into you

Since his body is always smashed against yours, he doesn’t need to move much for you two to feel the friction

Has a habit of biting his lip and looking to the sky to grab his composure 

Likes your attention on him so he’ll grab your jaw

Playful but not as Ayno

Chuckles when he accidentally tickles you but easily refocuses your attention to the matter at hand:

His tongue in your mouth

Lou:

Shy baby won’t initiate any make-outs until later in the relationship

Probably like 3-4 months into it

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t like making out

Exactly the opposite actually

Hosung loves the intimacy of making out with his partner and finds it really romantic

Is very soft about the entire thing

Nearly melts into a puddle when you kiss him out of nowhere, literal hearts in his eyes 

Light pecks - just lips pressed against each other the first few seconds then he’ll slowly move and close his eyes

Hardly any freaky shit until he’s more comfortable with you

When he is comfortable, he’s still very sweet and loving but will be a bit of a tease

Likes to pull away from you and watch you chase his lips

Will play innocent when you get upset that he won’t move against you

Makes you work for it ‘cause he’s a bit of a brat

His hand kink will show during make outs

As soon as your hands touch him under his shirt, he’s a mess

Loud, deep groans and sucking his breath

Wants to watch you so he’ll love it when you’re in his lap

Lots of slow, teasing kisses until he can feel you grind into him

“Do that again.”

Knows how deep his voice can get so when he figures out it’s a turn on for you, he won’t shut up

“If you keep kissing me like that, I’ll have to take you in the room.”

“Unless you want me to strip you right here on the couch?”

“Princess, you’re eager hm? Mhm, I like that~”

You try your best to shut him up but the more you do, the more he’ll do also

He doesn’t prefer boobs over ass or vice versa but he tends to find his hands are constantly caressing your ass and waist a lot

Is hardly ever rough with you but will appreciate a few bites and sharp grips from your hands

Ziu:

Playful then turns hot and heavy. 

Heejun likes to goof off so making out will start off very innocent. 

You two could be just talking and laughing and he'll strike- tickling you and tackling you onto the couch. 

Eventually, it'll die down and as you were giggling and telling him he was crushing you under his weight, he'd be too busy staring at you to hear you. 

In a split second, he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss - something to convey what he was thinking at the moment. 

He had no intentions of going past that but when he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, thin fingers stroking the back of his neck and down his back, it sends shivers down his spine. 

Ziu knows how big he is, and he is very cautious of you as well so he won't be rough with you unless there's a special reason. 

Usually, his hands stay on your body, running patterns down your sides but they'll always settle on the swell of your hips or your ass. 

He'll definitely man-handle you a bit - pulling you on to him, pushing you into the couch/bed. 

Some times he forgets how strong he is so his kisses suddenly turn very passionate, and in turn kind of sloppy. 

Open mouth kisses with lots of tongue clashing.

Likes a little bit of pain

Your nails scratching his back, yanking on his hair - as long as there’s no blood

He's pretty vocal, groaning and whispering sweet words in your ear. 

Dirty talk is only for rough sex so most times he'll be just a big ball of love and sensual, lingering kisses.

Then, when you want to deepen the kiss, he'll leave you hanging out of literally nowhere and look at you like you're crazy for trying to get freaky in the dorm living room when any of his members could walk in. 

"We're not doing any of what you're thinking on this couch, little lady." 

Finds it hilarious how sexually frustrated he can get you though, so he'll leave you hanging a lot more than you want lol.

Will probably laugh in your face when you pout and curse him for turning you on with no intention to finish

[chasing-obsession]

i like the thrill/of under me you

For Day 4 of @otomefandomevents​ ​ Wayhaven Week 2020.

Theme: Thrill (I guess?) Pairing: Nat Sewell/F!Detective Rating: M, borderline E maybe? IDK Word Count: 2245

Poem quoted is “I Like My Body When It Is With Your” by e e cummings.

Summary: In which the detective isn’t a big fan of poetry but Nat shows her another way to appreciate it. 

“You know, I never really understood poetry.”

“Hmm?” The comment had Nat looking up from the book of poetry on her lap. 

Sofia smirked when Nat’s gaze drifted down along the length of her body. She’d be lying if she said that she hadn’t chosen the tank top and sweatpants for her post-work outfit specifically to tease Nat. She absolutely didn’t purposefully roll down the top of her sweatpants down to her hipbones for Nat’s benefit either. 

Not at all. 

Her smirk widened into a playful smile when she saw how Nat’s gaze darkened when it fell upon the bared strip of skin between the two articles of clothing. “I think I was talking about poetry,” she said as she sauntered up to the vampire.

Nat breathed out a soft breath and looked up at Sofia, a matching playful smile on her own lips. “So you’re a prose person.” 

“I guess.” Sofia shrugged as she sat down and slung her arm over the back of the couch. She shifted closer to Nat and angled herself so she could look down at what the other woman was reading. “It doesn’t really make sense to me you know? Like...” Her brow furrowed as she glanced over the neatly typed words on the white page. “‘Oleander: coral from lipstick ads in the 50’s. Fruit of the tree of such knowledge.’ What does that even mean?”

Nat laughed softly, “You never do things the easy way do you? This particular poem is about the Garden of Eden and the fall of mankind but it’s also about the deception of appearances and... You look like Farah when someone is trying to explain to her the finer points of diplomacy.”

Sofia shook her head, laughing lightly as she pulled away. “That bad huh?”

“Mmm hmm. Glazed eyes and everything.”

“And that’s why I don’t like poetry,” Sofia said with a huff. “Everyone’s always ‘it’s so deep’ but to me it’s just words strung together. Sometimes it makes sense but usually it doesn’t.”

Nat looked thoughtful. “Sometimes a poem is like a good puzzle. You have to tease out the meaning of the words and the phrases to get to the heart of it but not all poems are like that.” Her expression morphed into something more heated, eyes narrowing into what Sofia once referred to as ‘bedroom eyes’. “Some are quite straight forward but can be intense in a way that prose isn't.”

There was something about the way that Nat practically purred out the word intense that had Sofia looking back over at the other woman. She felt a familiar heat creep up her neck and across her cheeks and she was very glad that they were in her apartment and not the warehouse. She licked her suddenly dry lips, noting how Nat’s eyes darted down immediately to follow the path of her tongue. “I ah.. They never taught us those kinds of poems in school. But if you have an example... I won’t say no to hearing it.” 

She could practically see the pages turning in Nat’s head before her lips split into a predatory grin that looked more like something Morgan would wear, not Nat. The older woman leaned in, letting her nose brush against Sofia’s as she started to murmur. “I like my body when it is with your body.” Her hands reached out, ghosting over the younger woman’s sides before settling firmly on her hips. “It’s so quite a new thing.” 

A shiver ran down Sofia’s spine at their closeness and she instinctively reached up to grasp the lapels of Nat’s leather jacket, lips parting in anticipation for the kiss that never came. The book fell off of Nat’s lap with the gesture; landing on the floor with a heavy thud. 

Nat ignored the fallen book and dragged the edges of her teeth over Sofia’s lower lip before dipping her head down. Her nose nudged strands of dark brown hair as she slipped her hands up under the tank top. “Muscles better and nerves more,” she murmured, her breath hot against Sofia’s skin. 

Sofia gasped and tilted her head to the side just as Nat pressed a kiss to her pulse point. Her grip tightened when the vampire began dragging her palms over her sides, pulling up the soft cotton material of the tank top with the motion. Nat stopped, her hands resting just below her breasts and looked at her. A question was forming in her eyes, the bite of her lower lip wanting but uncertain. 

Sofia only smiled. “Yes,” she whispered as she untangled her hands from Nat’s clothes and reached down to pull the tank top off herself. Goosebumps pebbled her skin when Nat returned her smile and leaned forward, using gentle pressure to push her slowly down onto the couch. 

Sofia gasped, head tipping back as warm hands covered her breasts and Nat’s mouth was once again at her neck, kissing and sucking lightly her way down to her collarbone. She grounded herself in the other woman by tangling the fingers of one hand in Nat’s soft brown hair while the other clung to her shoulder. She could feel the soft leather and cotton of the vampire’s clothes against her skin as the older woman pressed lightly against her. It made her want to push the jacket off, to feel her skin against her to see if she was as hot as Sofia herself felt. 

Then Nat drove all such thoughts out of her head as she circled her thumbs around the hardening peaks of her breasts. “I like your body,” she murmured. Her thumbs drew closer with every pass until the edges of her nails were scraping along the sensitive skin. 

“Nat...” Sofia couldn’t help but arch her back towards the older woman, a plaintive tone in her voice. She wasn’t sure what it was, if it was the poetry or the teasing featherlight touches or maybe both, but she’d never felt more turned on than in that moment. “Please.”

Nat glanced up at her through her lashes even as she nipped at her collarbone. 

The sharp sting had Sofia moaning and she tugged at Nat’s hair, trying to pull her further down. 

Nat laughed softly at her impatience but complied. She nuzzled along the curve of her breasts, letting her breath heat Sofia’s skin further. “I like what it does, I like it’s hows.” She took her time, dragging her nose over the crown of her breast first before drawing it into her mouth. 

“Oh God,” Sofia hissed, eyes fluttering closed at the touch of Nat’s soft tongue against her skin. 

Nat stayed silent as she mouthed Sofia’s breast and then laid a line of kisses to the other to give it equal treatment. The detective’s back arched when she bit down lightly and Nat took advantage of the arch to slip her hand in the space between flesh and couch. She lifted her head, her mouth making a soft wet popping sound as she did so. “I like to feel the spine of your body,” she started again, pushing herself up with her other hand. 

“Really? You’re still talking at a time like this?” Sofia groaned, grinding her hips up into Nat’s when the older woman settled herself over her lap. She smirked when Nat gasped, her composure slipping momentarily before narrowing her eyes ever so slightly. 

“You asked for a poem. I am reciting one for you.” Nat began withdrawing her hands and pulling away. “But I can leave if you prefer.”

Sofia’s shivered, suddenly feeling cold with the other woman no longer touching her. “No!” She blurted out and reached immediately for Nat’s wrists. She held the vampire’s wrist tight and pulled her hands back down onto her body. “Don’t you dare leave me like this.”

Nat chuckled, letting her fingers idly caress Sofia’s skin. “Will you let me finish then?”

“Only if I get to finish too.”

The dark heated look in Nat’s eyes was back again, “As if I ever left anything purposefully undone.” 

“That’s the plan,” Sofia muttered and took a deep breath, trying to relax. 

“Mmm. Now where were we..?” 

“I think you were talking about my spine.” Sofia relaxed her grip on Nat’s wrists and glanced down, admiring the way the older woman’s hands looked upon her own skin; dark tawny fingers splayed open against light olive skin, holding her like she was something delicate and eternal. 

“Mmm. Right.” It took Nat a moment to start again but when she did, it was with her hands painting stripes along Sofia’s ribs and abs with firm strokes. “I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones and the trembling firm-smoothness.” She scooted back on the younger woman’s lap and with her hands on her hips, urged Sofia up along the couch until she was in a half sitting position, leaning up against the arm of the couch. 

Straddling her thighs, Nat leaned down and pressed her mouth to her ribs. “And which I will again and again and again kiss.” She punctuated every word with a kiss, working her way down Sofia’s body until her fingers curled into the tops of her sweatpants. She flicked her gaze up again and Sofia swallowed.

She lifted her hips up towards the vampire, hands clutching to the couch cushions. “Don’t stop now damn you,” she growled. She was wet and knowing that Nat was so close to where she needed her made her even wetter.  “Get on with it.”

Nat chuckled and kissed one of her exposed hip bones. “As you wish.” She scooted a little further back and sat up. It took a little maneuvering and not a little bit of cursing from Sofia before the two of them managed to get her sweatpants off. Nat was down between her legs with one leg draped over her shoulder a moment later. She grinned and this time Sofia swore she saw the hint of a fang before the vampire dipped her head down and pressed a kiss against her inner thigh. 

“I like kissing this and that of you,” she said quietly. Sofia’s hips shifted again, muscles clenching in anticipation as Nat licked her way up the soft skin to the apex of her thighs. Her nose brushed through coarse damp hairs. “Ah, you’re so wet.”

Sofia whined at the puff of warm arm against her. “Is that part of the poem?”

“No, merely an observation,” Nat said. A slender finger slipped against Sofia, gathering up the wetness on her fingertips. “I like,” she breathed, the cadence of her voice slowing to match the strokes of her fingers, “slowly stroking the shocking fuzz of your electric fur and what-is-it comes over parting flesh.” 

Sofia’s breathing hitched and she stared transfixed as Nat traced small patterns in her wet heat before slipping a single finger inside her. She moaned, back arching almost violently onto that finger. When Nat went still, Sofia bucked her hips again, grinding her teeth in frustration and reached down to take a fistful of the other woman’s hair. “Nat... Nat please.. Move.” She knew she sounded desperate but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

A soft chuckle was her reward along with the accompanying slide of the finger as it moved within her. “And eyes big love-crumbs,” Nat said as she started a pace so achingly slow that Sofia felt like she would scream if she couldn’t get more. 

“Fuck. More,” Sofia growled between panting breaths as her hips rolled. One finger became two and Nat lifted herself back up to her knees for better leverage as her pace quickened. Sofia was moaning loudly now, breathing Nat’s name with every thrust like a litany. She could feel the desire that’d been coiling inside her belly wind tighter and tighter until she wasn’t sure she could contain it anymore. It was only then that Nat leaned down and brushed her lips against the shell of her ear. “And possibly, I like the thrill of under me you quite so new,” she murmured and just like a spring wound too tight, Sofia fell apart with several hard violent jerks. 

Her climax seemed to go on and on as Nat continued to work her over, thumb pressing against her clit to prolong the sensation until Sofia whined from the over-sensitivity of it all. “S-stop...” 

Nat jerked back immediately and would have pulled her hand out as well if Sofia hadn’t weakly reached down to grasp the vampire’s wrist in an attempt to hold her in place. “No...” she gasped out, smiling up at Nat through half-lidded eyes, “I want to feel you inside me for just a little longer.” 

“Of course dove,” Nat said and leaned down to kiss her softly. “Whatever you want.” 

Sofia sighed into the kiss, relaxing once again into the warmth of Nat’s body. She let Nat pepper her face with soft kisses as her breathing and her heart slowed. Only then did Nat remove her fingers and wiped them carefully against the discarded sweatpants. 

“So?” Nat asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“So what?”

“Do you like poetry now?” 

Sofia laughed, sharp and bright. “Only if you recite it to me like that in the future.”

Nat chuckled and pushed a few damp strands of hair away from Sofia’s brow before pressing a kiss to it. “I will make a poetry lover out of you yet then.” I

[chicklette]

ficlet: handfeeding

The lovely, lovely @jinojiboundagain (IDK WHY TUMBLR WON’T LET ME LINK YOU GDI BLUE HELLSITE!) gave me a prompt of: Daddy!Steve and his opinion on hand feeding/no phones at the dinner table.

IDK if this is what you were looking for, but here you go!  <3 (rated M for mature themes.)

Steve’s just finished putting everything on the table and is sitting down to eat when he notices Bucky, fork in hand, idly chewing, and gazing into his phone.

He lets go of the frisson of irritation that sweeps up his spine.  Bucky knows how Steve feels about phones out at the table.  It’s bad enough that they can’t get through a team meeting without half the table texting and Googling and disappearing into their little electronic tethers.  He’s certainly not tolerating it at his own table.

“Buck?”

Bucky looks up, looks abashed for a quarter of a second, then blinks at Steve.  “Sorry,” he says, and cuts into his steak.  Steve found a recipe for a peppercorn sauce with mushrooms and had been dying to try it.  A mid-week dinner with Bucky seemed the perfect occasion.  Something nice for the two of them.  He even asked Pepper to recommend a bottle of wine.  

Fact is, they haven’t been seeing much of each other.  Bucky’s been working like mad.  The lab is going to start trials soon on the cybernetic limb he designed, so he’s been fine tuning the code and triple-checking everything.  

Steve wondered if he’d be upset at seeing so little of Bucky, but he’s been busy himself.  He’s been halfway around the world and back on Avenger’s business, missing a couple of dates and even having to cut one or two of them short.

He’s been looking forward to this evening for days.

The two of them make light conversation, but when Steve looks down at his plate, he notices Bucky looking at something on his phone, before quickly looking away. It’s goddamned rude, is what it is.  Infuriating.

“Hey,” Steve says.  “If you don’t have time for this, that’s okay. I can pack this up if you need to get back to the lab.”

“Huh?  Oh!  No, sorry,” Bucky says, and Steve swallows down the anger that comes creeping back in.

“Am I boring you?” he asks.

Bucky blinks, and looks actually ashamed for a moment.  “No.  I’m sorry.  Bad habit.”

Steve hums, but says nothing.  

After a few moments, he goes back to the kitchen for more sauce.  When he comes back out, Bucky is again absorbed in his phone.  Steve feels the muscles of his jaw twitch.  It’s so aggravating!  It’s like he’s doing it on purpose, which is not…oh.  Oh.

Steve cuts into his steak again and chews, thoughtful.  He doesn’t say a word and Bucky continues to scroll through his phone.

The last few times they’ve been together, Bucky’s done something or other to earn a punishment. There was that bit at the amusement park, which left Steve decidedly unamused.  Then there was the night that they were supposed to go to dinner, but Bucky’d ended up getting sloshed on pre-dinner drinks, and Steve had had to take him home and put him to bed, ruining his plans for the evening.  In the morning when Bucky woke, Steve had paddled his bottom hard and the resulting play time was incredible.  

Steve’s thinking that Bucky might need a paddling again, but there’s something else, something tugging at the back of his mind, something that thinks this might not be punishment after all.  

They’ve both been really busy lately.  Steve needed to bow out of more than one date, and Bucky was spending most of his nights and weekends in the lab, leaving them little time to spend together.

“Hey Buck?”

He looks up, surprised, and then flushes at having been caught using his phone at the table again. “Sorry,” he says.  “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.  Will you come here for a minute?”  If he wasn’t watching so closely, he might have missed the way that the corner of Bucky’s mouth ticked up, just for a moment.  It confirms the line of thought Steve’s been following:  That little jerk has been doing this on purpose.

Bucky stands next to Steve, looking down at him.  

“Come on,” Steve says, tapping his lap.

When Bucky makes to lay over it, Steve stops him.

“You’re not punishing me?” Bucky asks, clearly confused.

Steve’s smile is soft and a little bit sad.  “No, sweetheart.  Come sit.”

Bucky does, his confusion apparent on his face.  When he settles, wraps an arm around his waist, squeezing a little and holding him close.

“I haven’t been taking very good care of you, lately, have I?” he asks.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Steve says, and leans up to press a kiss against Bucky’s shoulder.  “I’m going to do better, starting now.”

Steve’s a big guy. No, Steve’s a huge guy.  And even though Bucky nearly matches him on height, their bodies are completely different.  Bucky’s body is lean, lissome.  Steve has no problem reaching around him and cutting off a bit of his steak.

When he brings the fork to Bucky’s mouth, Bucky looks at him, blinks.

“I…can feed myself,” he says, words moving slow out of his mouth, as though Steve might have trouble understanding him.

“I’m aware.  But I’d like you to let me take care of you.”

Bucky stares at him, but opens his mouth, lets Steve slide the fork past his lips. 

Steve watches as he chews, swallows.  He’s still not sure this is right, but it feels good.

He picks up an asparagus spear with his fingers and brings it to Bucky’s mouth.  Bucky opens, chews, and swallows, starting to get with the program.

When Steve butters a bit of the rich brown bread he favors, Bucky takes it, his lips wrapping around Steve’s fingers.  There’s a light, pretty blush across his cheeks, and Steve leans in to kiss his shoulder again.  

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods and hums. Steve brings the wineglass to his lips, and Bucky takes a sip, and swallows.  There’s a drop, ruby red, lingering on his lip, and Steve wants to brings his mouth to Bucky’s and lick it away.

He doesn’t though, because this isn’t about him.  It’s about Bucky and making sure that Bucky knows how much he’s loved and desired, despite the way that time has been against them.

“I’ve…”  He swallows, unsure if he’s able to say the words he feels. It’s not that he’s not affectionate with Bucky, but Steve knows he’s a product of his generation: stoic and reserved when it comes to sharing his feelings. He detests the vulnerability of it, even as he understands the need to overcome it.  It just – it hurts, to be laid bare like this.

“I’ve missed you,” he says, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s neck.  “I’ve missed you so much.  Each time I go out, even halfway across the world, I’m thinking of you, missing you.”

Bucky stills at that. They’ve exchanged ‘I love you’s,’ but Steve knows he’s never made such an open admission about the depth of his feelings.

“Yeah?” Bucky asks, still not looking at Steve.

“Yeah,” Steve answers. “So much.”  At that, he puts down the fork and wraps both arms around Bucky, holding him tight and breathing him in.  Bucky’s still for a moment, before he wraps his arms around Steve, holding on just as tight.  

“I’ve missed you, too,” Bucky says.  “So much.”

They sit like that for a long moment, each of them holding tight to what the love, to one another.

Steve may not need this the way Bucky seems to, but he’ll be damned if he’s going to let go first.

Eventually, Bucky does let go.  He presses a soft kiss to Steve’s lips, nothing that’s enticing, but instead, reassuring.  

“I love you,” Bucky says.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” Steve replies.

After a moment (that is entirely too sappy for Steve to acknowledge in real time), they look away, and Steve picks up some baked potato, bringing the fork to Bucky’s lips.

“No way,” Bucky wrinkles his nose, then leans over and drags his plate in front of them.  “No sour cream on yours,” he says.  

Steve grins and then chuckles.  “Okay, baby. Whatever you say.”

This time when he brings the fork to Bucky’s mouth, he accepts with a smile and a hum.  They continue that way, with Steve pressing pieces of food against Bucky’s lips, and Bucky smiling and taking them obediently.

When they’ve just about worked their way through both plates of food, Bucky pauses and looks at Steve.

“Thank you,” he says.

“Hmm?”

“You’re really good at knowing what I need, and you’re really good at giving it to me,” he says. “So thank you.”

“Baby,” Steve says, and holds Bucky tight all over again.

Eventually, Bucky squirms out of Steve’s grip and turns himself so that he’s straddling Steve, looking down at him.

Steve watches with a raised eyebrow, waiting to see what’s coming next.

“I was thinking,” Bucky says, and his cheeks flush is that adorable, delightful way.  “You’ve been taking such good care of me.  Maybe I can take care of you?”

Steve smiles, delighted at Bucky taking the initiative. His boy is so charming.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Just…” he looks nervous, and the smile drops from his lips a little.  

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” Steve says, and presses a kiss to his sternum.  

Bringing his hands up to cup Steve’s face, Bucky looks into his eyes.  Steve is never going to get over looking at this man, with his gorgeous eyes that are an unnamable shade of blue, and that show everything he’s thinking and feeling.

“Just us,” Bucky says. “I’ve missed you so much, Steve. Just us, tonight.”

Steve hears everything that Bucky is saying.  No playing, no games.  Just the two of them, in their own skin, in each other’s arms, right where they belong.  

“Of course, Buck.” Steve says, and wraps his arms tight around his best guy, and kisses him sweet and long, making promises with his lips and tongue.  

Steve loves the games they play, and he’s thrilled to have a partner that enjoys the same things he does. But the person he fell in love with all those months ago, that’s the man that he’s holding onto now.  That’s the man that he’ll never let go, not as long as he has the strength to hold him.

“Come on,” Bucky says, biting his lip.  “Let’s go to bed.”

[yoolee]

Once Upon a Waffle | SIX. In which you ride along in a (badly-driven) cage with a tiger

A/N: I need Shingen fluff for REASONS and I feel like I’m not the only one so here is a 1500 word preview from the Waffle Cottage Chronicles (possibly to be renamed Once Upon a Waffle, idk yet). Basically all you need to know is that this is a Modern AU with ALL of the samurai, not just Shingen, and for REASONS he and the MC are mid-roadtrip in the back of a semi-trailer. This isn’t a romance, though you’re welcome to read between the lines. The ‘six’ refers to its section in the linked AU, so if you want to know where this goes, check there until I finish the rest! As always, think @juniperotome for making it readable!!

SIX. In which you ride along in a (badly-driven) cage with a tiger

You were almost certain this was illegal. Or at the very least, terribly dangerous.

There weren’t any seatbelts, for one, and you could feel the road tossing you around like a careless child would fling a toy. Somehow, the driver seemed to find every single pothole on the highway, jostling you into the stacks of haphazardly-loaded fabric flung in the back of the 18-wheeler that had been headed, by miracle or misfortune, in the same direction as your merry-but-stranded group. The driver’s poor skill in his chosen field was only further underscored by the lopsided heaps, tumbled free from the racks.

More than that, though, was the air.

There didn’t seem to be enough of it. But that, you had to admit, probably had more to do with the fact you were sharing it with Takeda Shingen—all alone in the crowded space during the witching hours, than with the actual layout of the space in question.

He seemed, far and above, unconcerned with the whole affair, as he fingered one of the flowery, embroidered bolts. With an amused snort, he muttered, “How very like that popinjay.”

You knew who he meant immediately, and eagerly seized on the opportunity for a neutral conversation. “That’s right, the driver…” You trailed off.  What had his name been? You’d been a bit too, well, dazzled by his general presence, to process everything as well as you might have usually. “Kenshin!” A blurt. That was it! Trying to smooth over your lapse; you continued carefully, “You seemed like you knew one another.”

Shingen looked even more amused, and he answered in his deep voice, “We do.” His fingers stroked the sleek, swirling embroidery, and your eyes followed, uneasily entranced by their shape and strength and the paths they traced with languid certainty.

Ah–what had you been talking about?

Shingen glanced towards the wall dividing you from the unseen driver and the two tagalongs sitting up with him, and you blinked. Right! Maybe it was a hint, then, as to what this mysterious man and his band of Midnight Breakfast Eaters, actually did for a living. “How?” You asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear—the tidy bun from the start of your shift had long since fallen to disarray.

“We help each other out sometimes,” he said casually as he ceased his caress of the fabric. You watched from across the narrow space as Shingen shifted, sitting cross-legged. He was so tall, he’d be unable to lie down in the space.

His gaze left the fabric to seek yours, ardent and mischievous; on the other side, he was suddenly still far too close.  You could barely breathe as you listened to the rich, low purr of his voice, like a cornered mouse marked for prey.

Shingen spoke, “I already know Uesugi. I’m much more interested in getting to know you.”

Your limbs froze, and you felt your face pale  even as the  the trailer chose that precise moment to pitch with abrupt enthusiasm, sending you unprepared, tumbling forward with a shriek. Shingen caught you, of course, and without thought you held on, startled to have been tossed off your feet. Did that man even have a license to drive?! It took a few seconds for your heart to stop thundering so loudly there was no space to think. It was only when Shingen’s hands began to glide up your arms, scorching heat in the gentlest fingertips, and his face, when you sought it, was so, so close, did you realize quite how you’d landed.

It was a testament to the human brain, you would consider later, that it could even distinguish words from the sound itself. His words were wrapped in a tiger’s vibrating hum, you could feel in your chest, at this distance, the purring growl before the roar, as Shingen’s fingers arrived to brush the nape of your neck. “Want to get to know me better too?”

You pictured the scene in your mind’s eye. You must’ve looked almost like an offering straddling his lap. Your hands were wrenched in the fabric that already stretched tight across his broad shoulders. Your back arched as you leaned back trying to get some air, as there was none available space between your face and his. Your lips parted and as you panted from the thundering shudder of your heart, until you snapped them shut with a shocked, “Mmf!”

And then you realized, As you felt the folding brush of fabric on your neck as he watched you with gentleness, that he had simply been retying your apron. Your breath sucked in surprise, the sound a hiss in your ears.

“You’re like a kitten,” Shingen said, even amusement sensuous from his tongue. The warmth in his eyes and the not-quite smile that played across his lips kept it from feeling like an insult. But you frowned anyway, not terribly thrilled with the helplessness of such comparisons. His fingers played with the apron strings, pulling the leftover length over your shoulders as his own wider set relaxed back against the bolts of fabric “I could pick you up by your scruff and carry you off. If you want me to.”

You felt your cheeks puff, "I would really rather you didn’t, thank you." You realized that you should probably let go of his shoulders, as gripping them perhaps took away from the strength of your argument. Finally you did, while trying not to consider why you did so with reluctance.

Doing your best to do so with some degree of dignity, you  eased yourself off of his lap without any further unnecessary contact–or tried to, but Kenshin’s remarkable lack of skill sent you stumbling forward twice more, and only a flailing, stubborn step into the fabric kept you upright. Shingen waited, but did not help, watching with silent, sharp eyes and mirth in the quirk of his lips.

Kenshin hit another pothole--was he aiming for them? The fabric toppled off its shelf and you squeaked, dodging it.

Shingen only laughed, an unhindered rumble of sound, and patted the spot next to him. For a moment, you resisted, but he only waited.

It wasn’t patience. You got the sense, with Takeda Shingen’s faintly smiling, entirely focused gaze on you, that he was not a patient man; he was simply the sort who knew how things would go for him, and would accept nothing less, unhindered by petty worries about the particulars of timing.

You knew what you saw in the mirror, each morning. But with each ticking second under his watchful amusement, so wholly focused, you doubted the truth of your own sight, seeing yourself in the dark reflection and unsure if what was there was somehow larger, or smaller, or simply more than you recognized when you glanced absentmindedly in a mirror on your way out the door.  

What did he see, when he looked?

The truck swerved.

Though your balance faltered, his did not.  It didn’t surprise you that he was immovable. He glanced up and past you, to the wall across, and in the loss of his scrutiny your own imagination filled in, and for a moment the stacks of fabric behind him were soldiers, an army of thousands arrayed behind, awaiting his cue, which would come on his time and no sooner.

He patted the space beside once more.

Feeling oddly compelled, you shifted, taking it, knees pulled to your chest as he offered a grin, and then let his head fall back, eyes closing briefly with a sound of approval, or confirmation, of your decision. You could breathe again, to your relief, and with the air came thought once more, and curiosity on its tail.

You tucked your knees even more closely to your chest, hands sliding into the familiar pocket’s of your apron, though your fingers weren’t cold. “What do you do for a living?”

“This and that.”  He sounded far more amused with this response than you felt.

“That’s not an answer.” You felt the sigh in your words, jaw jutting out a bit stubbornly.

He laughed again, a short burst of sound, “Hah!” You turned your head pointedly at him, finding it easier this time, and your eyebrow arched in silent insistence.

Admiring your spirit he relented, turning, impossibly far gaze now locked on yours, and you felt your heart shudder. A thousand invisible soldiers stood in utter stillness, arrayed behind him, waiting while the wind held its breath. A flicker of something ferocious danced in the smile with a glint of sharp teeth. “I live.”

You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes much longer, feeling starved for air in the face of their inexhaustible fervor. It still wasn’t an answer, but you felt no compulsion to ask more, because it felt like one.

Had you ever, even once, done anything as intensely as Takeda Shingen proclaiming that one simple truth? He lived.