#i need some sweetnes too

[bucknastysbabe]

Babes, I was thinking, dom! Bucky and reader where his dumb ass doesn’t give her aftercare and then she’s upset. Later, his ass brings it around and makes her feel better. I go feral for aftercare in fics because I’m secretly a little bitch and need reassurance. The raunchier the smut the better. I’m a whore. Love you, babes 😚

HI BUCKYBUDDY MWAH MWAH LUV U💋💋Less get intewww it! I haven’t written a dom buck in ages and then angst and fluffy fluff after??? *chefs kiss* As always thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy this, imma put my whole freak nasty abilities into the raunchy, then my soft baby into the fluff. I too need some reassurance bc I’m actually a huge baby🤣

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dom!Bucky barnes, Dom/sub, Bucky is an idiot, pnv!sex, bad bdsm etiquette, sub drop, hurt/comfort, big dick bb, fluff n smut n angst, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving), safe words, anxiety/negative self talk/depression

Your lover was in a mood, not necessarily angry but aggravated. He initiated the little playtime scene, coming home and growling, “Can’t catch a fucking break. Need my little girl to help me let off some steam.” His broody eyes roved over your reclined form, clad in skimpy shorts and a little tank top.

You couldn’t deny your sexy, fucking gorgeous man. A rough fuck would be good for him, and nothing was better than getting your pussy goddamn murdered by his cock. You instantly acquiesced, reminding baby of your safe words.

No time was wasted, Buck hauled you to bedroom, landed a sharp smack on your ass along the way. Clothes shredded, some haphazardly thrown, boots flung so hard the lamp rattled as he kneeled on the bed. You stared with wide eyes, unsure of what next considering how fast the situation was moving along.

“Get it wet baby, you know what to do, staring at me like some fuckin’ virgin,” the brunette snarked.

Crawling forward— you gripped his girth, lapping and enveloping the tip. Buck’s vibranium hand wound itself in your ponytail, yanking with a snarl, “Deeper baby, c’mon now.” He was lucky you had a lack of a gag reflex, tucking your lips and swallowing him down. He groaned in ecstasy, head falling back as he cursed, “Good little slutty girl, that’s it.”

You breathed through your nose as he murmured, “Gonna fuck that tight throat of yours.” Your lids fluttered at the feeling, lips stretched tight around his thick cock, throat full, the salty taste of pre-cum wetting your tongue.

His heavy balls slapped your chin as you gripped strong thighs, your lover grunting and keeping your head still with that metal hand, fucking ruthlessly. Tears sprung to your eyes, pussy throbbing and leaking. Bucky groaned again, pulling you off his dick, wet and messy.

All you could do was gasp and whimper, drool falling from your swollen lips. He smiled darkly, caressing your reddened face with big hands. Bucky cooed, “You’re so damn pretty.” He seized your lips, wet smacks filling the quiet room. You instinctively moved to your back, legs spread for him.

Buck tutted between kisses, “Nuh-uh, on your belly.” You whimpered sadly as he gave one more kiss, those huge hands of his flipping your frame over, pulling your hips up in a quick jerk. He palmed a breast roughly, pulling at your stiff bud, so sensitive you couldn’t help but mewl.

Another hand thumbed your swollen cunt, laughing, “So wet for me. Sweet pretty slut, get your mouth around some cock and you’re wetting the sheets.” He thumbed your clit with a slick thumb, grinning sharply at the whine of his name. You warbled, “C’mon baby, fuck me, I helped you out.”

A yank of your ponytail brought his lips close to you, nipping at your earlobe, muscled body pressed to you. Bucky rumbled, “Can you be patient sweetie? I asked if you’d help me let off some steam and here you are making demands like an entitled bitch.”

He pinched your clit, forcing a yowl out your lips. Your boyfriend nestled his cock against your swollen folds, rutting playfully slow. Bucky asked, false sweetness lacing his tone, “You gonna’ shut your mouth and let me do my thing?”

Yank. Nip. Slap.

“Y-yessir, Bucky, I’ll be good now, m’sorry.”

“Good girl.”

He shoved his cock in with no preamble, filling your pussy to the brim with a filthy squelch. Bucky’s hands faltered at your hips, breath stuttered and harsh, he grunted, “Fucking hell, god your pussy— hah, fucking tight.” He took a moment to steady his knees, effectively caging your own in.

“Arch,” he commanded. You did so, pressing your lower body to the bed, whining, “S’big.” He patted your ass and claimed cockily, “I know, slutty hole like yours can take it.” More tears leaked, he was on one today. You couldn’t deny the sweet pleasure and the mean words, made you throb that much harder.

His hands possessively splayed up your back, clasping them upon your shaking shoulder. The force of his thrust shoved you forward into the mattress with a muffled cry. Bucky’s hips clapped against your ass, brutally fucking you open. All you could do was drool and keen his name and other nonsense.

Goosebumps rose on your skin, pussy weeping and convulsing around Bucky’s huge cock. It dragged against your ridged insides, nudged your sweet spot, battered your cervix. Nothing was spared when your lover filled you up, feeling like he was in your belly. The soldier was grunting and moaning deeply, smacking a vibranium hand across your ass. He sped up his movements, beginning to pant. Bucky asked, “Good little slut, always such a good hole for me.”

You babbled, “Yes, yes, always, just for you!”

He rewarded you with a hand to your engorged clit, working it the way that made your legs shake— like they weren’t already jello. Bucky hauled you up with his free hand, using his strength to keep your overstimulated body aloft.

“Y’gonna cream on my big cock doll? I can feel ya’ squeezing me. Pussy’s jus’ begging for me to fill it up. Fucking hungry for it, you’re such a nympho for me.”

You were crying and shaking, nerves alight, pussy unbearably sensitive. You sobbed his name over and over, skin too hot and your clit shooting fire up into your belly. Buck cried out your name when you stiffened head to toe, core clamping down on him, gushing slick all over his still pumping dick.

You mewled and whimpered, falling limp, weak hands still gripping the sheets. Bucky managed longer, overstimulating your abused pussy. He didn’t last as far as you feared, leaning over your frame to mouth at the nape of your neck as he pumped you full of cum. So much cum it flooded your channel, spilling out and onto the bed.

Bucky had intense orgasms courtesy of the serum. He’d inhale sharply, shuddering as his overfull balls emptied for what felt like years. He leaned back up and pulled out with a soft noise, watching your ruined cunt with a smirk.

He got up to get a towel to wipe his dick off, coming back to get you clean. Bucky was pulling on his jeans now. You turned to ask, voice still slurred from your fuzzy brain, “Where’ya going Buck?”

He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and replied, “Gotta meet up with Sam, won’t be longer than an hour. I’ll be back, why don’t you grab a hot bath, I’ll bring back something to eat for you?”

A dreadful feeling consumed you. Bucky was busy, you didn’t need to whine for him to stay around. You rasped, “Can you get me a water bottle?” He nodded and padded off, returning with the cool water, handing it over with a kiss to your forehead. You struggled with words, scared to start bawling. Bucky always took care of you after an intense session. The mean ones.

He laced up his boots and slung on a jacket, blue eyes turning back as he stated, “Won’t be long I promise, ‘kay babydoll? Text me if you need anything.” You nodded while sipping the water, watching his familiar walk leave the room.

You flopped back onto the rumpled bed, body and cunt sore from the rough play. Emotions began to well up out of nowhere— embarrassment, loneliness, sadness. What if Bucky really meant all that he said?

Just a hole for him to fuck. Easy slut for easy access. You stifled a sob and failed. Everything felt like shit. You shivered from the intense anxiety, too struck to do anything but get under the mussed covers, mind whirling to all the worst places.

God. What if he told Sam about how wanton and loud you were, baring your neck at the slightest snap of Bucky’s fingers. You sobbed some more, grabbing a pillow to hold. It smelled like him, comforting, then sickening.

Managing to crawl out of bed you walked on jelly legs to the large bathtub, sprinkling the lavender epsom salt. Something to abate the cold. You ended up sobbing more and shaking in the tub. The need to call Bucky was heightening, but your brain whispered, “He’s busy, you’d be bothering him, just fuck off.”

Eventually the water got cold and you stepped out, body less achy. Drying off and slipping on this fleece hoodie thing your friend gifted you felt somewhat comforting. You didn’t want to get back in the ruined bed.

Instead the couch and a fluffy blanket would do. The water bottle and phone instinctively came with you. You blankly stared out the window, petting Alpine, still fucking shedding tears. The fluffy white cat seemed to sense your bad mood, curling up on your belly, purring.

Your phone sat on the table, annoyingly catching your interest. With an irritated huff you finally grabbed it. There was missed calls from Bucky, a couple of texts from him too. Even Sam had sent something.

Sliding open the phone you read the texts.

“At the Thai place, the usual?”

“You’re probably sleeping but I got Pad See Ew anyways.”

“You okay doll?”

“Hello?”

Then there was three missed calls. You made to dial back, spirits lifted a bit. The sound of the door busting open startled you. Alpine jumped, skittering off. A bewildered Bucky was making a beeline toward you, thick brows pulled together. The takeout bag was left on the ground. He grabbed you up and placed you onto his lap, placing fervent smooches all over your face.

The show of affection made you bawl again. Bucky’s warm flesh hand rubbed circles on your back. He murmured gently, “Babydoll, m’so sorry, I should’ve just cancelled the plans. Sam told me to go home and pull my head out my ass when I wouldn’t stop checking my phone.”

He looked so worried, babbling apologies, pulling you even closer into his frame. You sniffled, “I don’t know what happened, usually you stick around, then I got all s-sad.” Swallowing heavily you continued, “M’not just some whore to you am I? Everything’s s-so-so mixed uh-up. In my head.”

Bucky sighed, “Oh my love, no, no, you’re everything to me. I didnt communicate, forgot about aftercare— sweetheart I can’t live without you. Breaking my heart baby. Can’t believe I just left my doll all alone like that.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your face into his scruffy neck, letting out the rest of your emotions. Bucky cooed and coddled you, planting kisses on the crown of your head. He murmured, “Let it out, you still got some dinner and cuddles.”

Your breathing evened out enough to reply with a teary smile, “Okay, yeah, I am hungry.” Bucky somehow carried you around like a koala while he fed you the noodles, then ice cream, and more water. You felt better by the second, growing sleepy in his big arms.

“I love you baby doll, don’t ever think I don’t,” he swore.

“I love you too. So much. But we need to sleep in the guest room.”

The pair of you chuckled, sharing sweet kisses as the big softie carried you to the direction of the other bed. He gently laid you down, more lovey nonsense and kisses adorning the movement. Bucky climbed under the covers, pulling your body close to his. You fell asleep feeling warm and loved.

He might be a bit of a dumbass, but god if he didn’t make up for it.

[thorinarmitaged]

Do you have any favorite fic tags or premises that make you immediately open a fic?

Hi, thank you so much for the question. Would you also like to answer that? I would be curious to see what others also think.

I should preface it with saying it depends on the couples and fandoms.

I am thinking about what makes me open the fics is firstly not finding things that throw me off. If there's is something that I feel like it's too much OOC scenario, or it's just description of pwp. It's not to say I don't read pwp but I prefer some build up if the fic is explicit, so it's rather rare or fandoms are small and don't have very many fics. Or if there are couples in the mix that are not my thing.

What I do like are parent fics for some weird reason (I was adamant I don't want to have kids quite early on in my early teens, that's why I think it's a bit strange- probably something more complex about myself and family history I don't want to dwell on in here) but seeing the pairings with added sweetnes of a child is nice. Or particularly single parent finding the partner while having the kid already.

But it's like actually when I am quite sometime in fandom and read other fics that intereseted me. It's as if the couple was developing in my mind and finally be ready to be parents.

Soulmates fics peak my interest also.

I like some pining in the mix too.

Fix it fics, when there's obviously a narrative need for that is something that is probably like a first thing I am looking for too.

I also enjoy alternative universes if they are well thought out and I can see it in descriptions etc.

What about you @amloveabledeathmo?

[digitalmidnight]

Snippets of Sailor Dee’s time in the crew, written as practice for personality as well as aligning the backstory. Takes place right before Super Star Ultra. Aka the Meta Knight learns to care arc.

The tea was sweet. Captain Vul was always a traditionalist when it came to tea, always refusing sugar or any other sweetners. Yet here Meta Knight's cup was, as sweet as he always took his tea. Clearly, Captain Vul was trying to sweeten him up before making an asinine request.

"So, Sir, how did you find your tea?" Captain Vul asked, sweetly.

Meta Knight sighed and put down his cup. "Out with it."

"Do you remember me talking about needing a few extra hands around for ship maintenance?"

"Roughly."

"Because the only other person here who can even steer the ship is Axe Knight."

"I'm aware."

"Who is a combatant, and therefore will not be able to steer during the big event."

"Does any of this rambling have a point?"

"Therefor!" Captain Vul slammed his hand on the table. "I have been conducting several interviews and believe I have finally found an acceptable addition to our crew!"

"We are parked on the Rainbow Islands," hissed Meta Knight. "They could easily be a spy for the King of Dreamland."

"I asked and he said he doesn't know Dreamland's King. The lad hasn't ever strayed from his home island."

"If they have never strayed from their home, I doubt they have much useful experience."

"Ha! I assure you he is the most qualified for the job! He may speak a little too plainly for my taste, but He was the only one who remained after my empassioned, 3 hour long speech about the glory of the Halberd!"

"Yes, I suppose being able to tolerate such a speech would be a useful skill." Sarcastically grumbled Meta Knight as he sipped his tea.

Slighted, Captain Vul gave a short huff. "We are leaving the day after tomorrow. We can scan him for any way to transport information to Dreamland's King when he gets aboard, as well as block the signal to access the King from our ship. For my sake at the least, give him a chance."

Captain Vul, in a way, had a point. In the event that Captain Vul couldn't work, voluntarily or otherwise, the only other being aboard the ship with a notion on how to fly the Halberd was Axe. Meta Knight himself only knew the very basics of the steering wheel, however, he had been banned from it three "incidents" ago.

"Fine"

Captain Vul stood up with pride. He hadn’t been able to finish his sweetned tea.

"However-" Said Meta Knight. The tone deflated Captain Vul's prideful stance, if only slightly. "He will be subject to the same rules as the others. All of them."

"Yes, Milord."

☆☆☆☆☆

The new recruit was unlike the others. He didn't look to be joining out of necessity, like Sword and Blade, nor out of admiration, like Mace and Axe. He had that doe eyed look of someone on their first day of the job, confused with the newness of it all rather than the grandeur of the Halberd.

The rest of the Meta-Knights began to get rowdy upon seeing the new recruit. They fell back in line with one swift glare, however Meta Knight did share some of their concerns. Their potential recruit was a soft looking Waddle Dee, clad in a white sailor's cap.

Meta Knight glanced to Captain Vul. Was this really the one? Captain Vul nodded, and turned back to the Waddle Dee.

"Well? Introduce yourself!"

"Oh, right," the Waddle Dee gave a sharp salute. "I'm Sailor Waddle Dee. Nice to meet you."

He won't last a day.

☆☆☆☆☆

Despite fighting with a parasol, Sailor did decent in his test battle. Not great, not bad, simply decent. He blocked more than he attacked, but Meta Knight supposed that was the nature of fighting with a parasol. There were strategies where that fighting style could come to use, if properly honed.

Sailor Dee bowed to Sword, his opponent in the test battle, then turned to Meta Knight and saluted. He said nothing, yet his eyes sparkled in anticipation.

"Passable." This satisfied the Waddle Dee, who smiled with his eyes. "So long as you follow the rules of the crew and rules of probation, you may stay." The other's cheered behind him, excited for their new friend's accomplishment.

Sailor Dee lowered his salute and turned his head, confused. "The rules of probation? I only heard about the rules of the crew."

Meta Knight eyed Captain Vul. "There are only two rules for the probation period. Rule 1, you must train everyday. Rule 2, you must defeat me in a challenge of some sort."

☆☆☆☆☆

"A challenge that I can beat Lord Meta Knight at," muttered Sailor to himself, fruit in hand as he sat at the dining table. "What could someone like him be bad at?"

"You're over thinking this, Sailor." Trident Knight said, walking over the the newest member with Javelin and Blade in tow. "It can be anything! And you have plenty of time! Being honest, Lord Meta Knight probably won't be accepting any challenges before the takeover." The other two nodded in agreement.

"You wanna know how I beat him?" Asked Blade. Without waiting for an answer, Blade continued, "I challenged him to a game of tetris!"

"I beat him at a speed multiplication test," said Javelin.

Trident laughed, then added their own story. "I beat him at a silly face competition, with Captain Vul as the judge. See? It really can be anything!"

"Yeah, but I ain't good at multiplication, silly faces, nor tetris. I'm worried it'll take awhile to find something I'm good enough at for a challenge."

Blade patted his back. "You will. I know it. We've all been there with the same anxieties as you. Besides, you have a few months until the invasion is over."

☆☆☆☆☆

"You're not on cooking duty today."

Sailor Dee turned to the gruff voice. Truthfully, he barely heard it over the sizzling of the breakfast he was cooking. Wrapped in his cape like it was a blanket, Meta Knight was standing in the doorway, gruff voice the only evidence that he had just awoke.

"Captain Vul told me to cook breakfast today, Milord."

Meta Knight grumbled something, the only word Sailor Dee could pick out was "laziness". He plopped himself in his usual spot, pulled out his usual book, and didn't ask anymore questions.

"Milord?" Sailor Dee waited until Meta Knight turned to him to speak. "Shall I start the coffee pot?"

"Please."

Soon, Sailor had some food on serving plates, and the other members of filed in. They served themselves as Sailor Dee carried the pot of Coffee, along with sugar and cream, to the table.

Sword eagerly scooped himself a hearty serving. "Smells delicious, don't it," whispered Sword to Blade. "Of course, anything smells good compared to Meta Knight's cooking."

Blade whispered something in response, something that Sailor didn't catch, but it made Sword crack out in a sudden loud cackle. "You can say that again!"

"Say what again?" Asked Meta Knight. The crew chuckled, and refused to elaborate on the matter.

☆☆☆☆☆

"Oh he's going to kill us!"

"What do we do, what do we do?!"

"Shhhhhh! Keep it down for one!"

Sailor Dee rounded the corner. "What are you two screaming about?" He stared at his two crewmates, Mace and Trident, as they stood as still as a statue. The crew's laundry was in a basket in-between them, and clutched in Mace's hands was one of Captain Vul's shirts. They dunked it into the laundry basket at record speed.

"Nothing! We weren't screaming! The washing machine is just loud!" Proclaimed Mace. Trident elbowed them slightly and Mace elbowed back.

Sailor stared blankly at them. "Cool. So what's wrong with the shirt?"

The two of them looked warily to one another, then parted to Sailor could examine the shirt. It tore at the seam and one of the patches showing Captain Vul's accomplishments were loose. The other two hastily made excuses.

"Yeah we know we should've washed it more carefully-"

"We didn't think it would tear so easily and-"

Sailor Dee interrupted them, "calm down! It's an easy fix. Just tell me where a sewing kit is."

Mace Knight sniffled away his tears. "You'll fix it?"

"Yeah, just need the sewing kit."

Trident Knight looked hopefully towards him. "And you won't tell the Captain?"

"I promise. Please tell me where the sewing kit is, I am begging you."

"Second drawer in the cleaning cabinet." The three of them turned to find Meta Knight standing in the doorframe. Mace and Trident stood still as statues.

"Thank you, Milord." Sailor Dee bowed, then made his way to the sewing kit.

He was sitting at his personal desk, mending shirt, when two sharp knocks were heard from the door. He half heartedly hid the shirt between him and the chair. "Come in!"

Meta Knight stepped in and closed the door behind him. "How's the shirt doing?"

Sailor pulled it out from behind him. "It's coming along, Milord. Seams almost fixed, then just need to do the patches. Maybe touch up on a few of the others so they don't come loose any time soon." Meta Knight stared at it for a long moment. Long enough for Sailor to become fidgety.

"Almost unnoticeable. Good job." With that, Meta Knight left the room before Sailor could thank him for the praise.

☆☆☆☆☆

They landed on a bustling planet known for it's street markets and ship parts. There was a shopping list of parts needed, spread across the Meta-Knights. Sailor Dee, who didn't know where to find the typical ship parts, was sent to get food, already ordered, from a restuaraunt that was marked on the map. It was unfortunate. The others promised to show him where they got their usual ship purchases from when time wasn't an issue, which had to be good enough for now.

For such a simple task, Sailor Dee didn't anticipate a shadow to need to follow. Meta Knight lurked a short distance away, neither drawing nor diverting attention to himself. Sailor Dee stopped. Meta Knight stopped. Confused, Sailor Dee walked over to Meta Knight.

"What is it, Milord? Why are you following me?"

"You are not yet in the clear of being a spy for Dreamland," said Meta Knight.

That was fair enough. Meta Knight seemed to not mean it in an insulting manner. This time, Meta Knight remained at Sailor Dee's side as they made their way to the resturaunt.

There weren't many booths that caught Sailor Dee's eyes. He had no need for trinkets to place on his desk or jewlery to wear to say he was here. But there was one that caught his eye on the way. It was a simple booth, lacking any advertisment, painted in pink, green and white. The vendor handed out small treats on a stick to their customers.

"Do you like Dango?" asked Meta Knight.

Sailor Dee looked at him, confused. "Dango?" Meta Knight gave a slight gesture with his head to the three-colored booth. Sailor shrugged. "I've never had it before. What is it?"

"It's sweet." There was a pause where Meta Knight could have elaborated, however he didn't.

Sailor Dee hummed. "I like sweet."

Meta Knight hummed back, saying nothing more. They arrived at the resturaunt, the staff recognized Meta Knight, and they recieved the food without problem. Meta Knight took half of Sailor Dee's load from him with ease.

On the way back they stopped at the three-colored stall again. Meta Knight ordered two Dango. He recieved them in a paper bag, adding it to the pile he was carrying.

Sailor looked at him, confused, however didn't ask. That night there was a dango in a paper bag on Sailor Dee's desk. It tasted better than expected.

☆☆☆☆☆

They landed on a different planet. Meta Knight had heard some on the people in the street market from the last planet talking about dangerous beasts on this one, so a detour was planned to eliminate them.

Sailor remained glued to Javelin and Axe. The planet was supposedly inhabited by regular citizens. Personally, Sailor didn't believe it. The mountains and deep caverns only echoed the howls of the beasts.

"It's coming," plainly announced Javelin.

Axe Knight brought out his weapon. "Heard." Sailor Dee grabbed his Parasol and opened it.

The beast looked like a two story tall wolf, painted like it came from the local emo teen shop. It had a name that Captain Vul had mentioned several times, yet it escaped Sailor. Compared to Javelin and Axe, Sailor could do no damage at all. It was fast and powerful.

It's large maws wrapped around Javelin. Before it could bite down, Sailor ran in and jammed his parasol in it's mouth. During it's struggle, Sailor dragged a stunned Javelin a safe distance, before Meta Knight swooped in and took care of the rest.

"Thank you," Javelin mustered out. "Sorry about your weapon."

Sailor eyed the parasol, now bent with holes where teeth pierced it. "I think I need a new one."

Meta Knight sheathed his sword. "Better than the alternative. Head back, you three. I'll do a final look around."

"Heard."

☆☆☆☆☆

It is said, the Captain always goes down with their ship. Well, Captain Vul had been the first to flee, so then it must be the Sailor who goes down with the ship.

The others had evacuated safely already. Meta Knight had chased Kirby out of the ship. Sailor was all who remained.

Sailor Dee ran about the cabin, doing what little he could to lessen the crash. He managed to angle it into the ocean. It was already going to be a burning wreck, but it hopefully would be in relatively one piece and in shallow enough water to recover.

The metal screamed as it protested the damage done. He didn't have much time. He turned to where he was told the escape pods were and ran.

☆☆☆☆☆

Meta Knight landed on the cliff where the rest of his crew were waiting. They cheered for his well-being as he approached, crowding around to ask many questions on what they were doing now. Meta Knight gave them a once over to see if there were no injuries. It seemed all good, except-

"Where's Sailor?"

Captain Vul's face paled. "He was with you when you were battling Kirby, Milord. We thought he'd be with you."

Meta Knight opened his wings for flight again.

☆☆☆☆☆

He spotted him, floating amongst the wreckage. He has been trapped in a crashed escape pod, unable to get out without falling into the water. Sailor had spotted him first, waving in the escape pod until he had Meta Knights attention. With a quick yank, Meta Knight had the escape pod righted enough to let Sailor open the hatch.

"Thank you, Milord."

"Are you injured?"

Sailor Dee looked down to his left foot. "My foot hurts. It got banged up when I was getting in here. I think I got some bruises elsewhere, but it's my foot that hurts the most."

"Sorry."

"For what? Rescuing me?" Asked Sailor. He put his hands up to be picked up from the wreckage. Meta Knight, as expected now, didn't explain. He did, however, grab Sailor Dee’s hands and begin to fly back to shore.

His wings were getting tired now. The knowledge that he was near exhaustion only served to make Meta Knight try harder. They had to make it to shore.

They didn't. After only a few minutes, Meta Knight and Sailor spotted a sail boat approaching them quickly, being operated by the rest of the crew. All of them had come together to help find Sailor and be sure the two of them were alright. Meta Knight brought them both down, safely. The crew fussed all over them, glad they were as okay as they could be given the situation. Unbeknownst to them, Meta Knight smiled.

☆☆☆☆☆

The next day, Sailor Dee was resting on a cliff, staring off into the sunset. Meta Knight approached him.

Sailor Dee looked up to him, ruefully. "Don't know if I'll be able to complete Rule 1 in full now," Sailor Dee remorsefully laughed, gesturing to his bandaged foot. "I'm sorry, Lord Meta Knight."

"Don't be. As far as I'm concerned, you passed and completed your probation period."

Sailor Dee turned around, shocked. "Don't go giving me any special treatment or anything, Sir. I haven’t even completed Rule 2!"

Meta Knight shook his head. "You have already had me beat several times now, I'm afraid." At Sailor Dee's confused look, Meta Knight elaborated.

"My Meta-Knights are meant to be the strongest crew in the universe. For awhile now, I had been only focusing on physical strength. I had forgotten that what makes a crew truly strong is their loyalty to one another, dedication to trying their best, and compassion for helping one another out. Somewhere, I must of forgotten about that. Your loyalty, dedication and compassion outweigh my own. It seems I still have much to learn."

Meta Knight looked back towards Sailor Dee. His eyes were glistening, so close to crying. "Permission to speak freely, Sir?" He choaked out.

"Permison granted."

"I was going to challenge you to a cake baking competition because I heard you weren't good at cooking."

A beat, and then Meta Knight laughed. With a friendly pat to Sailor Dee, he rose, then offered a hand to help his subordinate up. "Perhaps when the Halberd is rebuilt. Captain Vul can be the judge."

They left the cliff side, facing the encroaching night's sky. Meta Knight leading with Sailor Dee right behind.

[nebulousnajm]

coffee breaks (or psychological warfare) – a scarabedo fic

G rating – 1,229 words. pre-relationship academic rivals scarabedo + banter

(ao3 link will be at the end)

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Scaramouche has been sitting in the same spot for two hours straight.

Albedo only knows this because every now and then during the past two hours, he will look up from his studying to glance at his rival through the long bookshelf separating them. The empty spots where books should be provide an excellent viewing window, and he has not seen him get up once – not even to stretch.

It’s not like Albedo is any better though. He has also been seated at his own table for almost two hours and a half, and he’s feeling the itch to walk around. Seeing as it’s a Friday morning and most people on campus are asleep, it’s only them in this portion of the library, so he shouldn’t get any weird looks for pacing. Maybe he’ll even get a snack. Some coffee shouldn’t keep him up at night either.

That last thought sparks an idea that’s hard to put out once it has formed. It’s not a good one, but his curiosity to see what happens anyway compels Albedo to get up, put on his coat, and approach his thorny rival.

He sees Scaramouch glance at him from the corner of his eye without moving as he walks towards his table through the bookshelf corridor. As Albedo is trying to formulate a greeting, Scaramouche beats him to the punch.

“What do you want, Kreideprinz,” he asks without looking up.

Well. That’s direct, but he can play that game too. “You haven’t had a break in two hours.”

“People come to the library to study, not stalk other people who are minding their business.” He says while flipping a page of their advanced chemistry textbook.

Albedo clearly recalls catching Scaramouche himself staring at him through the shelf at least three times, but he lets it slide.

“Who said I wasn’t studying? I was simply alternating between the textbook and something far more interesting.”

Scaramouche’s hand stills at the corner of the book right as he is about to turn the page again. Although Albedo can’t see his face clearly, he doesn’t miss the faint pink coloring the tips of his ears. How fascinating. He files away “easy to tease” in a mental cabinet in his mind that has his rival’s name on it. 

Staring resolutely ahead, Scaramouche sits back in his chair, crosses his arms, and sighs. “You still haven’t answered my question.” 

Albedo blinks and remembers his original intention. “I’m going to go get coffee from the cafe next door.”

This gets him to look at Albedo for the first time in this interaction, and the expression he wears is one of confusion and suspicion. “Congratulations? Why do I need to know this.”

“Do you want to come with me? Taking a walk will help with your focus.” He pauses, and when Scaramouche just looks at him like he’s grown a second head, he throws in the trump card, “I’ll pay.”

It only takes a second of deliberation for Scaramouche to get up and put his own coat on. “Sure; I’ll take your coffee money.”

How amusing, Albedo muses on their short, silent walk to the coffeeshop. His rival is shaping up to be a lot more interesting than he initially thought, and he suspects that for all his formidable reputation and barbed words, he’s really all bark and no bite.

When they get to the cafe, both he and Scaramouche order one of the sweetest drinks on the menu. He wonders whether they share the same partiality for sweets when Albedo sees him add a whole packet of sugar to his already-sweetned latte. Although he’s slightly concerned about the sugar content in his drink, he can’t blame him; sugar is a very efficient energy booster.

Walking back to the library, Albedo realizes that they haven’t said a word to each other the whole trip, but he still feels satisfied with the discoveries he’s made.

His rival already intrigued him with the results he’d procure and what he’d say in class discussions, but this is something else entirely. Nothing that can be quantified in grade reports or end-of-the-year results. The extra money he spent doesn’t even bother him, not that it was really Albedo’s to begin with. His mother may be stringent with her affection, but let it never be said that Rhinedottir is stingy with her son’s allowance.

As they approach the corridor of Scaramouche’s table, he silently steps away from Albedo to go back to his work, leaving him to return to his own studies. 

Nothing noteworthy happens after that. He tries to push away his contemplations on his rival to focus on finishing up his notes, but it takes more effort than usual. Every time Albedo gets the feeling that he’s being watched, or when he lets curiosity get the better of him, he glances up and catches Scaramouche’s gaze. The latter glances away immediately every time.

So much for ‘not stalking people who are minding their business,’ Albedo thinks in amusement.

––

Scaramouche accepts Albedo’s coffee invites for the next week and a half. Only to get the free expensive coffee out of him, he justifies it to himself.

But what is Albedo’s motive? Why is he continuously inviting him to join his coffee breaks? 

He’s spent an amount of time that only god will know trying to puzzle it out. It's the Rubix cube he falls asleep while trying to solve, sitting frustratingly unfinished in his hand – waiting to greet him first thing in the morning.

It feels like he’s being played somehow, but he can’t figure out the benefits and it’s slowly but surely driving him towards insanity. 

Maybe that’s it; maybe Albedo is committing psychological warfare on Scaramouche to get him to lose his focus and make it easier for himself to get the number one spot.

It’s two weeks into this little charade that he decides he’s had enough. He has to know.

Instead of turning right to go back to his desk, he stops and asks, “what do you think you’re doing, Kreideprinz.”

Now a few steps ahead of him, Albedo pauses and turns back to face him, a little surprised at the question. “Doing what?” he returns with faux innocence in his voice.

Scaramouche narrows his eyes at him. “Don’t act stupid – the coffee. The invitations. Why.”

His rival hums and looks away for a short moment. Then he says, “have you never heard of the saying ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer?’”

When Albedo looks back at him with an unreadable smile, there’s a glint in his eyes that makes Scaramouche feel like he’s one of the specimens they study and dissect in their biology course. A blink and it’s gone, but the feeling lingers.

“You’re also interesting in general. I’m not opposed to being friends with the competition,” he adds innocuously.

“Friends.” He repeats. “You’re contradicting yourself. Are we supposed to be friends or enemies?” 

Albedo takes a sip of the latte he knows has way too much sugar in it; because he unknowingly ordered the same thing. 

“I think I’ll leave that for you to decide,” he answers, clearly enjoying Scaramouche’s confusion, before turing back and returning to his usual seat.

It really is psychological warfare that Albedo is subjecting him to, and no degree of pretty eyes or impeccable hair will dissaude Scaramouche from his conclusion.

~

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43248432

[the-firebird69]

one more and accepted.

Stupid fk and it is one that runs off and on nope. it is small too small but wextends out up and so on. and small wheels not teeny ok

and dumbest fk is smaller wheels

and good. same for the liine.

dumb fk is bigger

these go ok about 40 mph wiht sprocket.

and the seat goe up. way up lots use bicycel seat.

Thor Freya

Olympus

and they note they lower a bit and for size but 32 too high and lower to 26 or 24 for very small due to the ride ability true too

Thor Freya

we do this i make the products and minibikes my specialty and some are easy square famed and hire all i see it...and did now fly and good. they are sweetn angled fork but straight chassie easy hook up and no brainer and realy can mk bigger and do. none too small ok the parts are cheap sauare works better and yo ushould see why. angled and you use bobs stuff. slide up over the connectionto it and double the wedl. and on the top one and they see it.tons sign on.

tons of factories up there. and reallly

you need full shocks but minibikes work great. the fast ones ok. and samll dirt bikes too.

and outfitted with the rockets. and tos do it and now. need larger feul tanks. and from trashed motorccles yes.

tons do it.

the badass goes about 850 mph with rockets flying add awing and faster. and about 150 on the ground.

Thor Freya

take the wheels off and it goes 1000 but realy you neded to drive it. and lots keep the tires for up north. add in a bigger motor with gears

Olympus

[wysteria-clad]

OMGGGG 💖💖💖💖💖💖 YOU WROTE ME A LITTLE POETRY OF YOURS THINKING OF WHAT CAN OF PERSON AM I AAAAAAAHHHH💫💫💫💫💫💫💫

THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING, IT WASN'T NECESSARY BUT NOW I CAN FINALLY DIE OF SWEETNES dies but I come to life again because I need to keep sharing and expressing kindness HI I'M ALIVE AGAIN DARLING <3

For starters you think I'm that shade of pink and orange?? It's the cutest and so cozy it's true! I have a window in which I can see the open sky very clearly and when it's dawn it's so lovely to see those shades of colors🌟🌅🌟 and when I'm lucky enough one week every two months the moon is full and it's right in front of me I like to think that the bois come to see and I always watch MK to celebrate 🌜 also, you must relate me with night time because every time I message you it's evening or night time for you, while for me it's morning-midday haha ☀️🌙

And I love ladybugs! It's the only bug that I'm not scare of (not counting spiders because I'm not afraid of them <that Steven fic though3), and for some reason in summer when I go to outdoors I can find one resting in my skin! And I take pictures of them before they fly away 🐞

And a little sunflower <🌻3 it's nice to hear that people feel relaxed when I'm around, I tried to be kind to everyone even if they aren't to me in real life, I'm very selective of my personal friends (not in a mean way, it's hard for me to openly become confident with anyone), but anyone can come vibe with me and talk to me about anything and I will always listen!

This became longer than expected so sorry Wys :') thank you sooo much for your kind words and making me happy when you reply darling 💖💖💖💖 lots of love 💫💫

-💖

I'm happy to hear you like my little poetry for you 💕

Don't worry, I understand. I'm very selective of my friends too.

You don't have to apologise for long asks, love.

Us, mutually appreciating eachother 😂💕

much love to you <3

[dapandapod]

24 or 34 for the hug prompt 💖🥰

24. wanting to hug but your ignored 34. hug to prevent a fight

Alright, you asked for mean so here goes. Let me tell you right now, I made myself SO mad writing this. Like, properly pissed off. I want you all to mind the tags, because this dude is an asshole and not shy about it. Thank you @kuripon for the beta, you are wonderful and I love you <3

Warnings: swearing, insults, sexual inuendos and name calling, (not the nice kind) Geralt is so, so stupid (but eskel saves the day don't worry) and sad, sad Jaskier. please mind the warnings

Send me a hug prompt? (I can be fluffy too I promise)

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“So tell me bard.” The man on the other side of the bar leans over the counter with another three or five men leering behind him. “How did you earn your keep tonight? Fucking or singing?”

Jaskier blinks and frowns, sensing Geralt and Eskel tensing next to him.

“Excuse me?”

“You know?” The man makes a very lewd hand gesture. “Or maybe even…” And now he mimics a blow job.

“Sir, I will let you know, I am a world-famous poet and highly sought after bard. I earn my keep just by stepping into the building.”

Jaskier doesn’t want to brag, but this man either doesn’t know who he is talking to, or knows exactly who he is talking to, and neither option is good.

“Oh yes, the master Dandelion, known for his silver tongue. You use that in many ways, I hear.” The man wiggles his eyebrows and his friends behind him laugh. So he knows, then.

“Don’t speak to him that way.” Geralt stands up behind Jaskier, a looming, angry presence at his back. Some of the men take an involuntary step back, but the man talking just smiles wider.

“Ah, there he is! Butcher of Blaviken! Tell me, who pays who in your arrangement? The bard whore, for you to stick around, or the Butcher, wanting to get his dick wet?”

This time, Eskel stands up, putting himself between Geralt and the man. Turns out to be a good idea, because Geralt is growling, baring his teeth.

“No, Geralt,” Eskel murmurs. “It’s not worth it.”

“Bard fucking you both? Huh, you gotta be good then. How much for a go?" the man asks, licking his lips as Jaskier feels his eyes run up and down his body.

Jaskier feels nausea at the back of his throat. This is not the first time someone has come on to him like this, but usually the witchers don’t get to hear the worst of it.

Geralt lunges forward, but Eskel catches him in a bear hug, pinning his arms to his sides.

“No, Geralt. You go upstairs and bring Jaskier with you. I’ll take out the trash,” Eskel mutters, turning to look at the asshole who suddenly realizes exactly who he’s been messing with.

Geralt growls again. Really, that man needs to learn some words instead of sounds, but he tears away from Eskel and glares.

If the heckler is found dead tomorrow, nobody would doubt for a second who did it.

“Come on, Jaskier,” Geralt says angrily, but doesn’t touch him like he usually would. Doesn’t let his hand rest on his shoulder, or offer comfort at his back.

“Hope you got enough coin, witcher! I hear he is famous!” the man yells, and Jaskier feels himself flinch and shrink in on himself.

They walk up the stairs when the first yelp of pain is heard, and more chairs scraping against the floor. When Geralt closes the door to their room behind them, Jaskier is sure he hears the heckler being thrown outside.

It feels better, but not by much.

He sits on the bed, arms around himself, feeling pathetic and hurt. All he wants is someone to wrap him up in a hug and make him feel less dirty. Preferably Geralt, but that is a dream forever dreamt. Geralt paces back and forth in the room, restless and agitated.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt says finally, stopping and looking down at him. Jaskier looks up, sure that his every emotion is showing on his face. As predicted, Geralt’s expression scrunches up and he drags a hand through his hair.

“I won’t touch you anymore,” Geralt says, and it hurts more than anything the man downstairs could ever have said.

Jaskier looks down on his feet again, before nodding and standing up.

“I’ll go see if I can have a bath drawn,” he says, and then flees out the door.

There is only so much he can take.

~

Geralt is unsure of what to do now. He paces back and forth, trying and failing to find something to do. It didn’t feel quite right, the way Jaskier left. He had said it to make Jaskier feel better, because obviously being associated with him put Jaskier in trouble. Geralt will never understand what he did to deserve him, but he doesn’t want to make Jaskier's life harder for knowing him.

Maybe he should go downstairs. Maybe he will feel better if he gets a good punch in on the asshole. He is about to head downstairs, when Eskel comes in and looks around.

“Where is Jaskier?”

“Bath,” Geralt mutters, absolutely not pouting about the fight already being over.

“Fair. I would want a bath too if I got that shit thrown at me.”

Geralt says nothing, just sits back down on the bed and fiddles with some loose threads on his tunic.

“Maybe I shouldn’t travel with him anymore,” Geralt says, regretting it the moment he opens his mouth.

“What? Why? Did Jaskier say something?” Eskel says, frowning and sitting down on the chair by the work table. He has his own room further down the hall, but it feels good to have his brother here now, to not be alone.

“No, but if being around us, me, will make people say such things to him, maybe he is safer if--”

“--You didn’t actually say this to him?” Eskel interrupts, sitting up ramrod straight.

“What? No, I only said I wouldn’t touch him anymore.”

“You..?! Oh my actual-- GERALT! You are such a fucking imbecile sometimes! Do you have cabbages for brains?!” Eskel stands up again, and he is the one pacing the room this time. A family trait, it seems.

“What? I just wanted to comfort him,” Geralt asks, getting increasingly self conscious.

“You fucking, UGH. No wonder you are still pining your asses off for each other! Geralt, if someone called you a whore, and then your best friend says he won’t touch you any more and wanted to go on separate ways, how would that make you feel? Fuck, why do I have to do this?!”

“Oh.”

“Yes, Geralt, Oh. Now you go the fuck down to Jaskier, this moment, and give him a hug. Melitele knows he could use it.”

Eskel more or less pulls Geralt off the bed and throws him out of his own room. Geralt turns to look back at him, but Eskel slams the door in his face.

Well then.

Geralt walks down the stairs to the bathing room, not even knocking before stepping in.

Jaskier sits fully dressed still with his face in his hands, staring with eyes watering, completely ignoring the steaming bathtub right next to him.

When he notices Geralt he looks up, and his eyes are so full of hurt and hope that Geralt could kick himself.

He opens his arms, and Jaskier is up from the bench. Three steps later he has thrown himself into Geralt’s arms, drawing in a ragged breath.

Maybe Eskel is right. Maybe the way to protect Jaskier is not to pull back, but to pull closer.

And the way Jaskier clings to him right now, maybe he will be allowed.

[moondustis]

keep it lowkey (m)

pairing: seo johnny + reader genre: smut, fluff, angst!! / idol x trainee!au word count: 2,4k summary: A moment shared between two people that could use some more time.

You remember a time, when you had just started training, that sneaking past managers to go to a internet cafe made you break into a cold sweat. It didn’t take you that long to realize, though, that they didn’t really care about where trainees go if they return in one piece and ready for a full day of practice when morning came.

The manager in charge of your dormitory merely sneaks a glance when you pass through her room, bag in your arm and a mask being adjusted into your face. “Don’t come back too late.” She says absently. “And don’t eat anything that’ll make you bloated.”

You roll your eyes, but still humming in agreement as you finally leave the dorm. Free for a couple hours, is what you think and a sigh escapes your covered lips.

The black car parked just a little far from the dorm, to avoid suspicions, awaits for you and with giddiness on your steps, you make your way to it. Your heartbeat quickens by the second because it’s the first time you’re doing something like this, sneaking out to see someone, and it sends a thrill through your whole body.

You had met Johnny in 2010, when you were still naive enough to think joining a big entertainment company was a good idea. He had been there a little longer than you, probably with plans to debut sooner than it would really happen, and it didn’t take you too long to realize how popular he was with the female trainees. Whenever a party happened and you were able to interact with one another for more than a couple hours, the girls you trained with wouldn’t shut up about how handsome and tall he was. It even came as far as him being nominated and winning a silly competition that crowded the most beautiful trainees. And just maybe you weren’t safe from his charms either.

Your relationship with him, if one could even call it that, took a while to bloom. Shared glances that became stupid jokes, a friendship that turned into something else. Something else being whatever you could do when most of the times you felt like you were being watched and the other half of the time Johnny was far away in another country. It was quick kisses shared inside a small cupboard and late nights conversations on kakaotalk that were just shy of becoming something more than friendly, but stayed like that.

After his debut it was even harder to let things go further,  because how does one let go when they are in fact being watched all the damn time? The kisses became quicker and rarer, the texts sparser, and you go weeks without even hearing of him on somewhere else than the news, while you train for a debut that was promised to happen a long time ago.

Right now though, all of that is pushed to the back of your head because when you open the car’s door, he’s right there, smiling at you through a mask of his own. You get into the car in a rush, the click of the seatbelt sounding as he takes off, greeting you and asking how you had been.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, removing the mask now that he deems it not necessary anymore and you do the same. His face these days is something familiar, yet feels completely out of reach from seeing it on the tv so many times. “I know they got you doing those crazy diets.”

You chuckle, shaking your head even though he can’t really see from having his eyes on the road. The words of your manager echoes in your head. “Not really, I had dinner already.”

“Does sweet potatoes really count as dinner?” He asks and you laugh.

“I’ll let you know they let us have rice too now.” You joke back at him, earning a laugh that now that you hear it in person, you realize you have missed very much.

“Good, good.” He hums. “Still, I’ll buy you something delicious on the way back.”

You agree with a little cheer, accepting his hand when he puts his to rest on your thigh. This is something couples do, your foolish mind provides, making the butterflies in your chest go a little crazy and you urge them to stop. “Are you going to take me to the Han River?” Your teasing voice makes him laugh again.

“Sure, we need to do this dispatch scandal right, don’t we?” He rhetorically asks, squeezing your hand and it’s funny at the same time it sets your stomach lurching at the mere idea of being found out. Still, you try not to think about that. “But really, I’m taking you somewhere better.”

And by better he meant more private, because he drives you to a place that looks a lot like your first guess, but that you had never heard about. It looks vacant and when he parks near a cliff you can see the whole city shining down from where you stand. “This is really nice.” You turn to look at him when he unbuckles his seatbelt, leading you to do the same. “How did you find out about it?”

“Sehun told me about it. Said it was a good date spot.” He grins at you, making you wonder if he had told about this to his friends and that’s why they were so gladly giving him tips. Or that he was doing these things with someone else. You pretend that the last thought didn’t cross your mind.

“A date spot?” You gasp in fake surprise. “What kind of scandalous things you have in mind for today, Johnny Seo?”

His laugh is contagious, your own face breaking into a grin when he comes forward as much as the car’s middle will allow. “None at all.” He lies through his teeth, because his hands are sliding to rest at your neck as he brings you closer, to finally, finally, press a kiss to your lips.

It’s a gentle kiss, the traces of both your smiles still there but it soon dies with the deepening of it. Call it distance making the heart grow fonder, call it two people that were usually forbidden this finally getting it, call it whatever. Johnny molds his lips to yours with an ease that makes your body bubble with the begging of arousal, sucking on your lips until you part them enough to let his tongue in.

Now this, the way his tongue slides against yours and how sucks in a way that makes you tingle and a small moan bubble in your throat, is not new but it’s not yet familiar. There was never enough time to do anything but quick kisses back then, but now you feel like you have all the time in the world. So you follow his movements, bringing him closer by the thin fabric of his t-shirt, letting your tongue move in what you hope doesn't comes across as naive inexperience.

Because Johnny knows it, knows the only person you had ever kissed was him, so he guides you, makes you whimper when he bites just slightly on your bottom lip. Presses small kisses until you’re chasing for more and then moves down to your jaw, to your neck, sucking just lightly, careful to not leave any marks but enough to make you want more.

What is new is the way one of his hands move down on your body, leaving small sparks wherever he touches, until he finally stops it at your thigh, squeezing it while kissing you deeply again. What is new is the way his fingers trace patterns on it until he’s dipping them inside your skirt, tentatively touching the hem of your underwear in a silent plea.

And you, well, you’re nowhere near being in a state that would justify denying him so you express your enthusiasm to it by kissing him harder, moving as if to guide him. He does it so gladly. There are no words needed between two people that have waiting too long for this.

Breaking the kiss, his eyes continue glued to yours as he brings two of his fingers to his lips and licks them until they’re shining with a coat of wetness. You watch the whole thing mesmerized, shaking just a bit in anticipation and anxiety.

The moment his fingers come in contact (finally!) with where you wanted them the most, you let out a gasp and he pushes it by kissing you again. It’s similar to how you touch yourself when you can get some privacy to do so, but at the same time it feels completely different. Overwhelming in some sense because someone else… No, not someone. Johnny, because Johnny is touching you like this.

He moves his fingers, circling your clit in motions that make your end approach too fast, like he knew somehow exactly how to do it. Your eyes fall shut, slightly squeezing as your try to calm yourself down but it’s a difficult task when he presses with a little more force and a wave of arousal crashes on your body.

You grip at his shirt, moaning quietly with a hint of shyness to your noises and he uses that moment to shift his fingers, his thumb now pressing down on your clit and his middle finger dipping slowly inside your entrance as you cry out in surprise and enjoyment.

It’s a weird angle, one that makes it somehow even more of a tight fit than it already was. You know he feels it by the curse that falls from his lips and the way his head drops to your shoulder. He pumps his finger in and out tentatively and you whimper, too far gone now to think about how you’re doing this in a car in the middle of nowhere. To think that the first time the man that you absolutely adore, or any man on that matter, touched you had to be like this. Not that you were complaining, really,  but the car was too cramped, restrictive and even with the A/C on you still felt a little too hot with sweat forming on your hairline.

“O-Oh my god.” You wail when Johnny curls his fingers in a way that makes you see stars because he hits that exact spot that you had learned about some time ago.

He groans in return when you clench around him. “Shit, I… I wish I could fuck you.” He confesses and your mind spins with the heaviness of his words.

Still, you feel bold enough to ask. “W-Why don’t you?”

That makes him let out a strangled laugh, finger pushing deeper inside of you. “Come on, don’t say things like that.” He begs and you can’t help but to let out a broken chuckle. “You deserve better than having your first time on a car. And I didn’t bring a condom with me.”

You barely manage to roll your eyes at him, conflicted by the jokingly sweetness of his statement. “Maybe you should have had.” Is all you say and it makes him move his fingers fast, moans the only thing leaving your lips now.

“I’ll fuck you next time, I promise. Somewhere nice.” In the back of your head you think about how this sounds like an empty promise. Neither of you knew when the next time would be, because with his tour soon arriving, you would probably only get to see each other months from now. And how would you even manage to find somewhere nice, when right now, in this car in the middle of nowhere, is the only place you can do this freely.

A lump forms in your throat, tears ready to fall but instead you cry out for different reasons with how quick his movements get. Your orgasm is a good one, not blinding because of your head being somewhere else, but your body still shakes and you still let his name fall out from your lips as your eyes flutter.

When you calm down enough, you both move in a lazy rush to get his pants down enough so his hardness stands out flushed and with the tip an angry red. It’s the first time you’re seeing one in real life and as much as it is intimidating, it makes something spark inside of you. He tells you to lick your palm, which you do, and then he guides your hand up and down, squeezing and moving just as he likes.

You watch mesmerized as he bites his lips, makes some rare but beautiful noises and leans his head on the car seat. When he comes is with a long sigh, hand squeezing against yours as he twitches and liquid spurts of his orgasm coats both of your hands, yours small and manicured underneath his big manly one.

It’s a while until you both calm down enough to clean yourselves with the baby wipes he kept on the car’s compartment. After that, he kisses you again, asking when you had to be back and pouting when you see that is already a little past midnight and inform him you don’t have any time left.

The car ride back to your dorm is spent mostly in silence and empty conversations that are used to avoid saying things that are better left unsaid for now. He insists in buying you a kimbap that you put inside your bag with a promise to have it tomorrow for breakfast.

He parks just a few meters ahead the entrance of your dorm when it’s already 30 minutes past midnight, car coming to a stop and you don’t know how much longer you can keep the tears in. It all feels too much, with him looking at you with sad eyes, the feeling of him still warm in your hand and your own arousal making a mess of your ruined panties.

“I’ll see you soon.” His voice sounds broken when he makes the false promise.

You look back at him then, eyes watering. “Okay.” There’s a lot more that you want to say, that would probably be meaningless because words would never be enough to change the reality. Tomorrow, he’ll go back to his idol life to be NCT’s Johnny and you’ll be back to the training room to prepare to be whoever they have planned for you.

So you only say that, basking in the last moments where you can just be two stupid kids kissing inside an empty cupboard, with not that many cares in the world.

When he kisses you one last time, you let it be enough. It has to be enough. For now, at least.

[randomfandomimagine]

Holiday (Cloud Strife x Reader)

Characters: Cloud Strife

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Tags: Reader Insert, Gender Neutral Reader, Flirting, Playfulness

Warnings: Hardcore fluff

Word Count: 2,9k words

Requested by anon: Hi!! I'd like to request a ficlet of Cloud and female reader spending a day at the beach in Costa del Sol, I'd love to see Cloud's reaction to seeing her in a bikini and maybe trying to cover her up or protect her from other guys' stares! They could even go swimming or play games together! And then maybe they could go to the Gold Saucer and try the gondola ride or other attractions? I can see Cloud trying to win her a teddy bear but refusing to admit he did it for her haha ;) // Ooh I have another idea, what about Cloud and reader doing a run in the Chocobos? Like maybe Cloud could teach her how to ride a Chocobo, or they could ride one together and maybe fall to the ground together hehe ;) thank you for considering my requests, hopefully any of them will inspire you and I hope you feel better soon 

A/N: I struggled a bit with this one for some reason, it’s a bit messy and quick paced, but I think it turned out pretty cute and fluffy! Enjoy :D

You knocked on the bathroom door, where Cloud was getting changed. After getting no response, you knocked again, growing impatient. How long did it take to put on some swim trunks? You couldn’t wait to go to the beach!

“Cloud!” You whined, also excited to see your boyfriend in a swimsuit. “Are you done?”

The door suddenly opened, and he stood there looking at you. His hands fell on his hips and he nodded his head in your direction.

“Ready” You had to chuckle at his words, because he still wore his tank top and carried his sword. The only change in his attire was the swimming shorts, he even wore his boots.

“You’re unbelievable” You walked behind him. “Taking a sword to the beach?”

“Just in case-” When he noticed you were trying to pick it up, he jolted up. “Careful!”

You yelped when you felt overwhelmed by the weight. Luckily, Cloud moved fast enough to support you before you could fall over. He put the weapon away, eaving it against the wall, and turned back to you again.

His eyes fell over your body, to the curves hinted under your sarong, but just for a moment as he blushed and quickly looked up into your eyes again. Sometimes he was adorable. Now that you were dating, you didn’t expect him to be as shy as usual, but he hadn’t changed.

Trying to save him the embarrassment, you picked up the bag where you kept everything you could need -towels, sunscreen, cool beverages... -and threw it over your shoulder. Before you could take even one step carrying it, however, Cloud took it from you to save you the effort. He didn’t say a word, but the gesture endeared you even more to him.

“Come on!” You held his hand, dragging him out of the room with you. “The beach is waiting for us!”

You started running, excited to finally reach it. Surprisingly, Cloud played into your game and began jogging by your side, not letting go of your hand either. Soon the salty scent of the sea reached you, and you smiled to yourself. Luckily, the beach wasn’t too far, because you were already panting from the dash.

Once you reached the sand, you didn’t lose one second. While Cloud took his shirt off and lay the towels down, you got rid of your sarong and flip flops and watched the soothing sight of the waves calmly crashing on the shore.

“Cloud” You turned to him, slightly bashful as you tried not to stare at his bare chest. “Wanna go for a swim?”

“Maybe later” His eyes didn’t meet you, too busy focused on the people around you.

Following his gaze, you realized what had him so upset. Certain people had no problem in taking a good look at you in your swimsuit. It made you self-conscious but you didn’t really mind. You weren’t the only one they were looking at anyway. Turning back to your boyfriend to allow yourself to really take in his slim but strong physique, you understood why.

Suddenly, he pulled you flat against him. Bracing yourself, your hands instinctively flew to his stomach. You could feel his defined abs against your palm, causing you to blush. But he didn’t notice, tightly wrapping his arms around you to hide your exposed skin.

“Cloud?” You peered up at him, finally locking eyes.

“They’re staring” He replied, frowning as his blue eyes fell over you. “Should’ve brought my sword”

“You don’t think people stare at you too, handsome?” You giggled, amused by his pout. “Let them look, you’re the only one who can get close”

He paused for a moment, but then sighed and loosened his grip on you.

“You’re right, sorry... I just got-”

“Jealous?” 

“You’re making this real hard on me, Y/N...”

You laughed a little, and repressed the urge to pinch his cheek. You had been teasing him enough already and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Instead, you pointed a thumb over your shoulder. 

“I’ll just go to the water for a bit” As you took a few steps back, Cloud nodded his head and sat down on the towel. “You’re welcome to join me whenever you want”

“Got it” Was his dry response, despite the fact that his eyes never left you.

You walked slowly, feeling the drastic shift between the hot sun kissed sand and the fresh ocean water under your toes. You feet settled on the solid wet sand under them as the water softly went up and down with the tide, circling your ankles and then retreating once more. 

Walking further once you were a bit accustomed to the lower temperature, the water now reached up to your knees. A wave returned to the shore, making you stumble with its force. Turning to Cloud and smiling to yourself in pure enjoyment of the moment, you saw he was still looking at you.

You energetically waved at him. Seemingly annoyed at your playfulness, he only stared. You stuck your tongue out at him and waved again. Resigned, he waved back at you. He was always trying so hard to play it cool... Well, you were determined to enjoy every second of your holiday. 

Before you could turn around to face the horizon, however, a bigger wave came behind you, roughly crashing into you and throwing you to the ground. When you glanced at him, Cloud’s expression had changed from annoyed to worried as he ran to you. You held your head low, too amused by his exaggerated response.

“You okay?!” He urgently pulled you to your feet, his hands gentle around you, and you still struggled not to laugh. “Y/N...”

Taking your behavior the wrong way, he scooped you into his arms, concerned. Still trying to suffocate your laughter, you hid your face on his neck.

“Talk to me, are you hurt?” His words broke you completely, because how could you be actually hurt from that? It was really sweet, but also hilarious to you. He was always so dramatic.

“I’m not hurt, I’m...” 

“Are you... laughing?” Cloud let out a shaky breath, piercing eyes focused on you.

“Sorry... I’m sorry” You heard him loudly sigh as he gently carried you still.

“Don’t do that” He complained, and you could almost hear his heart still racing.

“Why, were you worried?” You looked right into his eyes and cutely tilted your head at him. “Huh, boyfriend?”

“Y/N...” His voice held a tone of vexation as he gently lowered you into the ground.

As soon as your bare feet touched the wet sand once more, you began running around him.

“Are you mad at me?”

“A little”

“Really? Watcha gonna do?”

“You’ll see”  

“You’ll have to catch me first, big boy!”

You splashed water at him, trying to finally get him to open up a bit. Knowing Cloud, he was holding himself back. You could see it in his eyes, that he wanted to have fun with you. Because he was stoic, strong, serious and hermetic. But he was also kind, sensitive, thoughtful and shy. 

“Stop it” Giving in, Cloud chased after you. Utterly astonished by this, you screamed as you ran away from him. The water around your ankles slowed you down.

When he caught up to you, Cloud took you by the hips and easily lifted you off your feet. He carried you back to the dry hot sand while you yelped and laughed at the top of your lungs. You even heard him chuckle in response to your noises.

“That’ll teach you” He said in your ear, and suddenly his voice was playful.

You laughed when he lightly squeezed your sides, effectively tickling you. You turned around to be face to face with him and pouted your bottom lip. As you expected, he yielded at the sight of your adorable expression.

“War’s over” You joked, brushing your lips against him. He immediately relaxed under your touch, giving into the brief kiss. “I win”

“You’re killing me here” Mildly embarrassed by your interactions, it was him who pouted at you know. “Why did I agree to this?”

“It was your idea!” 

“Yeah, ‘cause I know how much you wanted to go on a holiday together”

Cloud swore under hsi breat at the look of utter adoration you gave him in response to those words. He knew you well enough to realize it would only earn him more teasing. 

“You did it for me? Aw, Cloud” You put your arms around his neck and hugged him. “Don’t pout! Enjoy yourself, silly”

“Stop it with the nickames” He frowned, actually sounding upset.

For once you started to believe he was legitimaly having a bad time. Your face fell at the thought that he was mindlessly letting you drag him along but was loathing every second of it.

“Y-You don’t like them?” 

“I didn’t say...”

For a moment, you locked eyes. It was the first time since you arrived, even after your long journey, that you really connected with each other’s emotions. Cloud suddenly understood why you were so excited and eager. It wasn’t because of the holidays, or the beach, or all the new things. It was because you were sharing them with him. And you saw that he wasn’t being broody just because, he was trying to act cool as usual, but that he was truly flustered and slightly overwhelmed by everything.

“If you don’t like the beach we can go back to the hotel and-”

“It’s not that” His hand lovingly cupped your cheek. “Maybe dial it down a bit?”

You paused, taken aback by the sweetness in his voice and the amorous look in his beautiful eyes. Then you smiled and nodded your head.

“Sure” You chuckled, pressing a hand against his and reveling on his warm touch. “And you could let yourself go a bit more”

“Not happening” Cloud turned his face away, but you could see a flirtatious grin playing at the corner of his lips. He was trying, going along with your demeanor.

A sudden wave of fondness for him hit you. He could be so sweet... You could tell how much he cared, how much he loved you. And it made your heart sing.

“C’mon, grumpy! You’re allowed to have fun!” You took his hand and pulled at it. “It’s only you and me now, relax”

“Fine” He gave in, beginning to walk alongside the shore. “Only for you”

-

Cloud clicked his tongue, turning to you in defeat. You watched him in curiosity, surprised that he seemed to enjoy those little games so much. When you suggested to go to Gold Saucer, you didn’t expect it to actually become part of the plan, and you certainly didn’t expect Cloud to get so into it.

“I’ll try again” Was all he said, buying another ticket.

“Since when are you so proud, Cloud?” You teased him, nudging him a little.

He didn’t respond, focusing on his aim. However, before he threw the ball at the bottles, you noticed how his eyes kept drifting to the big teddy bear at the top of the display. 

You smiled, reading his mind and the reason behind his stubbornness. Endeared by this, you leaned closer to kiss him in the cheek. He frowned and looked at you, but you only giggled and shrugged.

“For good luck” You said as an excuse, knowing he wouldn’t admit his reasons so you wouldn’t admit yours. 

The start of a smile grew on his lips, but it never settled there as the concetration took over his features. You watched in expectation, following his every move as he prepared to throw the ball. When he did, you happilly cheered after it collided with the bottles and knocked them all down.

“Congratulations” The stand keeper reluctantly said, clearly annoyed that Cloud won. “Choose your prize”

Your boyfriend didn’t hesitate, silently pointing a finger to the teddy bear. As soon as the man gave it to him, Cloud humbly handed it to you. 

“Was that why you were so determined?” You asked, hugging the plushie, even if you knew the answer already. “So you could win me something?”

“No...” He simply replied, averting his gaze. “I knew I almost had it”

“Thanks anyway” You winked at him, which was enough to fluster him.

“Welcome” He muttered, although his voice sounded slightly deeper than usual.

“Let’s go on a ride!” You took him by the arm, clutching the teddy bear in your free one. 

You ran at top speed with him closely trailing behind you, dragged along. When you reached the entrance of the roller coaster, you were almost vibrating in excitement. The ride stopped before you on the rails, and you turned to Cloud.

“Hey...” You saw how he eyed it warily, and how his muscles tensed under your grip. “Something wrong?”

“Um...” He blinked repeatedly, then turning to glance at you. “No”

To further demonstrate, Cloud climbed in before you. Hesitating yourself, you watched him for a moment. He tightly held on to the security bar while he waited for you to get in. Knowing him as you did, it felt like he was dreading the moment the ride started.

“Everything okay, Cloud?” You slowly sat by him, placing the plushie between you two. “You look a little-”

“I’m fine” He rushed to say, even if he didn’t look at you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but never got to say anything. Just then the attraction started. Cloud gasped in anticipation, but you yelped in excitement. Still, you couldn’t hep but to glance at him with the corner of your eye. You knew better than to think he was scared of rollercoasters, it seemed unlike him. Then what was the problem?

The issue momentarily left your mind as its speed claimed your attention, making you scream at the top of your lungs and throw your arms into the air. To add on to the many and incredibly emotions of the day, the adrenaline began racing through your veins. The ride climb upwards, only to throw you down again even faster. It made your heart race in a way only Cloud had before. You were thrown upside down with the last loop as the path went flat again and the rocky ride came to a halt.

Still coming off that high, you stumbled out of the ride. When you turned around to share your excitement, you looked over at Cloud. You saw the state he was in and realized it was worse than you thought.

“Ugh...” He struggled to stand, and he was extremely pale.

“Are you okay, Cloud?” Worried, you rushed to hold him up. He appreciated your support, resting his arm over your shoulders and resting part of his weight on you.

“Dizzy...” He held a hand to his forehead, shutting his eyes tight.

“Let’s sit down for a moment” You wrapped your arm around his waist, walking with him towards a close by bench. He took it slow but you were patient.

As soon as you neared the bench, he plopped down on it and groaned.

“Has this happened before?” You asked him, kindly stroking his arm.

Keeping his eyes closed, Cloud weakly nodded his head. You grit your teeth, equal times endeared that he kept it silent for your sake and annoyed that he put himself through that knowing the result.

“Why didn’t you tell me something?” You gently took at his arm, easying him down until his head rested over your lap. “Lay down, Cloud, as long as you need to”

Worried and empathetic to his unwell, you softly caressed his hair. Cloud tightened an arm around his stomach, letting the other one fall limply off the side of the bench.

“No...” He uttered, making an effort. “Don’t wanna ruin your day”

“It’s not ruined as long as I’m with you” You comforted him. “Besides, it’s not fun unless you’re having fun too”

He groaned again, and you hated to see him like that. Cloud parted his lips, but he must have been feeling so sick that he didn’t manage to say anything. You took mental note of his motion sickness to avoid it in the future.

“Can you do something to make it better?”

“No... Just wait until it passes”

“Okay, just breathe and try to relax” Hoping it worked, you put your teddy bear on his chest. “Mini Cloud here will look after you too”

“Mini... Cloud?” He repeated in confusion, opening one eye.

“Yeah, because he’s soft just like you, softie” You joked, and were pleasantly surprised to see him smiling in response.

Another wave of dizziness hit him, and he groaned yet again as he closed his eyes tight. One of his arms did wrap around the plushie, though.

“There’s no rush, Cloud” As a comforting gesture, you rested your hand over his chest. “We’ll wait until you feel okay” 

Continuing to sink your fingers into his soft hair, you didn’t stop stroking it. He didn’t complain, and in fact his tense expression relaxed slightly. After a few more seconds of silence in which his spinning world settled, his free hand fell over yours.

“Thank you, Y/N” The way he said it, you knew there was something more behind his words. Something that he was saying for the first time to you, and that caused your heart to skip a beat. Three words that, although different from the traditional ones, meant the same thing.

“You too, Cloud”

-

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[yandere-romanticaa]

Freedom...

This is dedicated for my son, who has been raised back from the dead in chapter 77!

"I am free..."

That was the sentence the (h/c)ette would tell herself the very moment she woke up. No longer was she in that dreaded, stuffy cage. No longer was she a puppet, a toy, for that clown! He had died so suddenly, she couldn't have believed it. It was wrong to feel such joy at someone elses tragedy, but the bastard was more then deserving of it. His death had been both painful and brutal, and a part of her wishes that she could have been able to see her captors demise with her own two eyes. Alas, the only thing she could really focus on was to break that cage and just turn her life back to normal.

She was able to find a small place to live, and a decent part time job. Everything was going rather smoothly, but the paranoia was eating her from the inside out. She knew all too well just how tricky, cunning and smart Nikolai was. In a dark corner of her mind she doubted that he was really dead. It happened too quickly, it made no sense what so ever! Plus, she never actually saw his body, despite checking the crime scene for herself numerous times...

Still though, she tried to look on the brighter side of life and things seemed to be going well for her. Yes, she was always on her toes and it had become a habit of hers to look behind her shoulder, but that didn't stop her from making some friends. She made sure to always have someone by her side, just in case if things went downhill. She even bought a gun for herself, and that weapon really made her feel safer once she got home. She hid it in a drawer in her bedroom, and that drawer could only be opened by a key that she always carried. Things really were looking up for (y/n) and she could finally love a normal, happy life...!

Then the letters started to appear.

(y/n) worked in a little café, and whenever she came in there was always a letter waiting for her at the counter. She had first dismissed it as a joke by her co-workers, but over time the letters became a lot more... personal.

The letters described (y/n) in great detail, and everything the writer wanted to do with and to (y/n). Alarm bells were screaming at the top of her head so she decided not to read them anymore. They were still there for her, but she never dared to open them ever again. She just ripped it to shreds and threw it in to the garbage bin, where it belonged.

Not to mention how some of her latest customers were just plain weird. Every day, someone new would come in and they would always catch her eye. There was just something so familiar about these people, but she couldn't quite figure it out. There was no way any of them were conected, they were all so diffirent from each other! A secretary, a janitor, a teacher... Their faces were always so similar to someone who shouldn't be in this world anymore...

She didn't even feel safe in her own home anymore. The all to familliar feeling of being watched was unbearable, and (y/n) had lost countless hours of sleep because of it. She wasn't even safe with her friends and whenever she brought up her concerns, they would either tell her that she is overreacting or they would comfort her but quickly change the subject. It was driving her insane, she couldn't take this anymore!

She kept telling herself that it wasn't him, that it couldn't be him! He was dead, he was fucking sawed in half for Christ's sake! Still, this constant feeling of pure and utter terror, the way she felt someone's shadow just hovering over her as she slept...

What really drove (y/n) up the wall though was when she found out that her gun was missing. It. Was. Freaking. Missing!!! How could that happen?! She never opened that drawer for these past couple of days, and there were no signs of a break in... She could hear whispers in the shadows, taunting, teasing, breaking her to itty bitty pieces. She really was going insane, huh...?

The darnkess had already engulfed the little city (y/n) resided in. There were no signs of life on the dimly lit streets, aside from a few stray cats here and there. Despite being awake in such an ungodly hour, (y/n) was still very much awake. She felt so cold and lonely, the bitter tears streaming down her face felt like daggers against her soft skin. She cried and whimpered to herself, completely unaware of the danger that was so terribly close.

He was so close to her, he could almost taste the sweetnes of her blood on his tounge, he could almost feel the rapid heartbeat in her chest. Nikolai knew everything about (y/n), including all of her quirks, habbits, fears and tics... He needed to dissapear for a while in order to help his dear friend Fyodor with their grand plan, but he never expected his little birdie to fly away from him oh so quickly. She had spread her wings and flew in to the world, not knowing of the dangers that lurked around every corner.

He too was one of those dangers.

He had missed her so much! All he wanted was to hear her sweet voice, to feel her soft skin pressed up against his, to be reunited with his little darling. But for now, he'd let (y/n) taste the freedom she so desperately craved. He watched for such a long time now, but he just couldn't handle it anymore. He came in to her little café every single day, but he always wore a diffirent mask. After all, Nikolai was a master of disguise! Why shouldn't he keep his (y/n) company, even if it's not direct?! She broke down so many times and yet she always found the strength to get back up. A large grin adorned the clown's face as he knew that in no time his little bird would no longer be able to fly. And when that happens, he will wait for her at the bottom to catch her, where they can finally be together once more.

[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

🌻 Evak Fic Rec - Fluff Part 1

The comfort fic rec anon asked for from this post 

Sweet, fluffy fics with light angst sprinkled here and there. There are so many more fics I want to look at so there will be a part 2. 90% of these are one shots. As usual, fics are sorted by word count. 

(2017) no part of you by withoutwords (344 words) - Even proves to Isak that he is perfect. This is sweet.

(2017) Sleep on it by unsungyellowraincoat (542 words) - Isak is annoyed at Even and sleeps on the floor. It's adorable, ok.

(2017) parentheses by thekardemomme (594 words) - Isak and Even are sappy. This is just too cute.

(2017) Hour by Hour by everything_else (697 words) - Not the fluffiest but this one felt very comforting to me.

(2019) Love fever by skamruinedme (762 words) - Even calms down a sick, stressed out Isak. It's cute.

(2017) spectator sport by w1ldestdreams (820 words) - "Do you think Isak realizes that guy is flirting with him?" "I doubt it." From the boy squad pov. It's cute.

(2017) you can see it with the lights out by w1ldestdreams (860 words) - A late night with Isak and Even trying to go back to sleep. Cosy and sweet.

(2019) “I had a bad dream again.” by evakuality (910 words) - Light underlying angst? This felt so calming and comforting to me.

(2017) No regrets by patroohclus (1k words) - Isak tells Jonas the truth about what happened in season 1. Just a nice moment between them.

(2017) sleep is the daughter of love by spikettes (1k words) - This is sappy and cute. Even fell asleep on Isak.

(2017) all things soft and beautiful and bright by anathema (1k words) - I'm borrowing Cola's comment: happy boys in love, banter, baking, dancing to cheesy pop music... Just lovely!

(2017) Forever by i_once_wrote_a_dream (1.2k words) - Sweet and sappy. Pumpkin carving and more.

(2017) Honey, I'm Good by tech_ftw (1.3k words) - No. Angst. I love this concept of Even not being jealous and teasing Isak about it

(2017) so i'm writing the future. by milominderbinder (1.6k words) - Isak turns 21 at 21:21, on the 21st of June. I love this fic so much! It's just perfect! You know what just read the whole series, thirty days of skam fic. It's full of fluff  

(2020) That Summer Feeling by helloferelith (1.7k words) - Adorable, sweet, feel good, day at the beach fic.

(2017) Sleep Talk Sweet Talk by sensualstalker (2k words) - Talking in their sleep leads to some sweetnes and smut.

(2017) sickeningly sweet like honey by thekardemomme (2.4k words) - Cheesy pick up lines. Even is such a dork and we love it.

(2017) when i’m close to you (we blend into my favourite colour) by Behindthecities (2.5k words) -  5 times Isak forgets that he’s not dating Even and the 1 time he does something about it. Idiots in love who just need to get together already.

(2017) kjærlighet by thekardemomme (2.7k words) - Even finds a letter. This one made me cry. It's beautiful and heartfelt and sweet.

(2018) According to the Dictionary, I'm Right (and This is Meant to Be) by LavenderWater (2.9k words) - Light angst. Even thinks he doesn't deserve Isak and Isak sets him straight. This is so sweet.

(2019) Still Unformed by colazitron (3k words) - Angst free break up fic with happy ending. Yeah, that's a thing. Easy going and sweet and calming.

(2017) Darling, the rain keeps pouring down by yourfriendlyneighbourhoodme (3k words) - Despite the rain, Isak and Even spends a lovely day together.

(2017) in the place of you and me by shadeandadidas (3.8k words) - “You have made me happier in less than a year, than I think I have been in my entire life.” This is funny and sweet.

(2017) For next day will a stranger bring by lovelycarcass (4k words) - Even uses a different name every time he orders a drink and Isak finds it annoying. This is so cute.

(2017) And you use it only for me by Skamisako (5.7k words) - Isak works at a bookstore and Even can't stop buying ridiculous books to make him blush. This is ridiculously cute.

(2017) kjære isak by atthebarricade (6.5k words) - Focusing on Isak's relationship with 5 people. A sort of love letter to him. Heartwarming and lovely.

(2017) a constant state of closeness by chevythunder (9.7k words) - Isak keeps hugging Even at parties. Even's not complaining. This is soft and warm.

(2017) caught up in a dream by bbyfruit (13k words) - Childhood friends with a twist. This is funny and cute and sweet. And fluffy. It's great.

(2017) take my hand, take my whole life too by shadesofcool (16k words) - Friends to lovers to enemies to lovers. I believe the angst is light. I haven't read this in a while but I remember loving it.

(2017) i would like to get to know you baby by ourlovelybones (39k words) - Even is an internationally famous singer and Isak is an up and coming model he finds on twitter. This fic is so beautiful and lovely!

[paula-of-christ]

Haha no I don't think it's a good idea that, but I'm happy at least can make you feel a bit better. You got sick? Hope that goes away soon, I hate getting sick too and in this age that would be devastating. Hmm sweetn no, I think it's the right thing to do, teach a man to fish right? I have nightmares too, most of the time, but they are like my regular dreams now, I guess. I though of adding some identifier so you know which faceless is me, and beatus is very appropiate

Yea I have covid :( im stuck in my room for a whole 'nother week! And yes you are absolutely the sweetest and making me smile so much right now.

I think the last "real" dream i had was that my dog jumped out the window of the car (as he is want to do) and ran away into traffic and I couldn't follow him, I was like that dream "stuck" where you run and aren't moving.

Well how are you doing nonnie? Gosh now I need to come up with a cute name for you, I use nonnie for everyone....

[obeymematches]

Hiya! May i have a match up please? I'm an ENFJ personality type, a bubbly girl, generally very perky and optimistic. I'm sociable and outgoing, i love people and my friends know me as the life of the party. That being said, although i'm a lot of fun to be around i'm also one of the most responsible ones out of my friends, always have been no matter who i'm with. (1/8)💋

Hello!!

Thank you for sending in a request!

I’m going to keep it real with you, first I wanted to match you with Asmo, but then it was 1:10am and that is when I get hit by inspiration apperently. rip Asmo, it is the second time he gets friendzoned here. we don’t deserve him.

My final decision for you is Lucifer .

So he would keep an eye on you from the start.

He can’t quite tell why yet, but he feels attracted to you. Not love, just a bit of attraction. 

He is going to deny and avoid any feeling that might be more than that.

But you have the experience and the similarities with him to see right through. 

You get along well with anyone, really - sure you can find a topic with him. You feel attracted too.

You two bond over some poetry, he is a sophisticated man himself. 

The conversation seems to be going well. You talk about a poet from the Devildom. You mention your ideas about one of the most romantic lines you’ve read during your stay.

He deadass associates it with Lord Diavolo. On purpose, but you can not quite tell that besides a gut feeling.

He keeps talking about him whenever you get the chance to talk to Lucifer. 

Okay listen. You understand, you respect their bond. But you realize that, you know what. 

You miss your friends anyway, let’s go and spend time with his brothers instead. You need friends here too. You hit it off with Asmo so easily, it makes Lucifer roll his eyes when no one sees. 

You really enjoy the other’s company. On the other hand it’s kinda boring to listen to Lucifer going on about Diavolo all the time. You are not rude about it, in fact you keep being polite. Even if Asmo and Mammon get you into trouble sometimes.

Lucifer loses it when you start to hang out with Satan though. And you drop Satan’s name when Lucifer asks you something?

Oh no. He can not have that. What if you end up liking Satan instead of him... he enjoyed your conversations too much. He does not want to lose something like that, even if he knows Satan could treat you much better and safer. 

 Everybody likes you, a strong but easy-going woman with a sense of humour and sometimes a lack of self-consciousness. A lady with virtue who also knows how to have fun. Anybody in their right mind would be lucky to be with you. And he knows you were attracted to him. He isn’t about to let that slip away. He ain’t stupid. Possessive, controlling, yeah. But not stupid.

His Pride can not hold him back any longer. 

Next time you all have to go to a ball (suspiciously out of the blue) and he gets a dance with you. He knows that your dance moves are not quite elegant and graceful but he can lead you well enough to not look embarassing. 

He tells you to meet him later that night, and the rest is history. ;)

Lucifer will always admire your determination and your positive way of thinking will give him at least an extra 100 years. 

You also help him with developing his character. Your unresting kindness and sweetnes gets to him. A changed man. 

You did not ruin his relationship with Diavolo either. He just learned that he needs to be better if he wants you in his life. 

One thing he does not like though is when you are trying to hen him. Please don’t do that to him, he might snap. 

I’m sorry if it’s more like a one-shot. I hope you like it regardless!

[susumurei]

Thank God i resisted these cookies and sweetnes and shit in starbucks. So far so good. Yesterday i had binged on some pizza but managed to get it out fast enough to get it all out. Today i ate  veggies from pan with 2 spoons of oil and water, bread bread roll with some beef, little sauce,some onion and cucumber .  Not proud of second option . I really need to start counting more like .. spoons, slices and stuff , Now i have cold brew latte with coconut milk and hazelnut syrup and cold pressed smoothie of kiwi,cucumber and spinach which is 53 kcal per 100ml and theres 250. I feel like its all too much. WAY TOO MUCH . Could have get the bread roll out when it was time but i was too greedy , Like all pigs,, lets do better tomorrow body, don’t make me hate you. I did enjoy these veggies so lets stick to them . I CAN DO IT, I WILL CONTROL IT BETTER . I CAN DO IT. I CAN DO IT . I WILL DO IT .

[oh-snap-bucky]

Baby, You’re A Dream

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Genre: Never had fluffier

Word count: 1.84k ish

Prompt: “So... the heat isn’t working.” 

Summary: Bucky and his significant other take a well-deserved break, taking time for themselves and each other. And, where better to do that than in a beautiful log cabin? Even when it seems things are going awry, they make the best of a still-pretty-good situation.

A/N: Hello! So it has definitely been a while since I’ve posted but now I am back and I have a few different things lined up and on the way. This piece is a very late entry for @buckychrist ‘s holiday fic challenge, which I am honoured to have been a part of! And thank you (as always) to @sgtbucketbarnes who is forever listening to my brainstorms and encouraging me with these pieces!

 Snow covered the ground as far as could be seen. The floor to ceiling windows offering a kind of portal to give them a glance into another world, one that could only be seen from the walls of the log cabin. And, it was a world where the hustle of the buzzing city that they came from was silenced, sometimes seemingly not existing at all. There was only snow in this world. Bringing glitter when the sun shone upon it and bringing light as it lay undisturbed as the moon took on the night. And as he stood at the door, putting their bags down to simply watch as she marvelled at their new surroundings, Bucky couldn't recall a time he had ever seen anything so beautiful. The cold on his back at his first meeting with this Winter palace was soon forgotten after all of the warm moments that he was to be blessed within the week to follow.

His first meeting with warmth was when he moved to the kitchen first thing after leaving her sleeping for just a while longer. There was a gas stove that greeted him, a little precarious for a log cabin, he thought but a tinge of nostalgia as he got images of the same kind in a 1940s apartment. Whether it was Steve's or his Ma's he wasn't sure. But that didn't matter, because the one he stood before was his- theirs, for a couple of days at least.

"She raises at last," He teased, glancing over his shoulder for just a moment before returning to the task at hand. That, and he knew if he let his gaze linger any longer on her as she walked across the wooden floor, hair sleep-mussed and his sweater sitting far too big on her frame, he'd never want to look away again. With his eyes trained on the bacon that was nearly cooked just to her liking, he listened to her grumbles. She hated early mornings but with a kiss, pressed to his shoulder he figured maybe they had become just a little more bearable with him. "Sleep well?"

She nodded, ducking under his arm swiftly to grab the coffee- his coffee before taking a drink and humming appreciatively. "Slept great, had a thousand blankets and my personal heater, didn't I?" The teasing quip in her tone was enough to push his small smile into a grin, and then a laugh as she poked at his sides and he did his very best to push her away. But he never let her get too far. "What about you? You didn't feel the cold or anything?" Bucky hated being cold.

 "Not at all, felt a little chill here and there but y'know," He got that look in his eye, one she knew very well and willingly stepped up to his side to get a closer look, "hard to notice when I got you pushing me so far off the bed I'm basically back in Brooklyn." Ah, yes; mischief. With another jab to his side and him insisting that he's sorry she was back on him after just a few seconds of sulking. Kisses were pressed to his cheek, nose brushing his jaw as she moved to his neck, all the while he tried to stay on task. 'Tried' being the keyword.

"You're very distracting you know that?"

"Very well,"

 And with that he turned the stove down most of the way, convincing himself that there was no way it'd burn if he chose to steal a couple of kisses from her. And a couple of kisses were stolen, that and tens more. Breakfast was almost forgotten until talking slowly started up again,

"Any dreams?"

"That you should be worried about, Buck?"

"Just any dreams at all."

"Well, there was this one..."

"Yeah? Go on."

 "And he was waiting for me, having breakfast on the go before 8 am." She murmured, his groaning at her subtle reminder causing her to chuckle before she pushed off of him to steal some more coffee and walk back to the bedroom despite the look of utter betrayal he was sending her way.

 "You better appreciate this breakfast!" He called to her, no real annoyance in his words - his smile made sure of that. And, with a laugh that lit up the cabin she replied,

"Always, baby."

 Bucky’s second meeting with immense warmth came when, in fact, no such warmth physically existed. But, through her gaze, the touch of her fingers upon his cool skin, he found himself basking in it.  He found himself craving it more than he ever had before.

It was their third night in the cabin, and all was blissful. They had nothing to worry about, barely anything to even think about that existed outwith the walls they were so comfortable staying inside. Y/N was by the window, sitting cross-legged and upright as she read what appeared to Bucky to be the most exciting book to ever be written, eyes moving along lines of prose that would carry her through the entire spectrum of human emotions just in the hour or so she had been sitting there. He simply sat watching her, his foot brushing her knee every so often just so he could see the way she would half-heartedly swat him away. He’d then return to his drink, continuing to gaze over the brim of his glass. And, as he watched her, with the setting sun just to her left he realised that he had always wanted a bay window for her to sit at. Whether it be there or with the snow being replaced with the streets of New York down below them, surely, he thought- he knew the sight would always be this breathtaking.

He cursed the next five minutes for disturbing their night.

“You cold?” She asked, breaking the silence that had become so comfortable for the past however long and setting an empty sweetener packet between the pages to keep her place. He never noticed until she brought it up, but the air was definitely cooler than he remembered it being.

“Wasn’t ‘til you brought it up.”

“Too busy drooling to notice?” He nudged her then, her feet falling from the window sill, causing her to in turn sit up but before she could give him what for like she had planned his lips found hers. Together they were soft, gentle… warm. All that they ever needed at that moment, but the moment was cut just too short as he pulled back, a small smile on his face.

“I’ll check the thermostat.” And, after she gave a quiet thank you, he was reluctantly away from her, walking across the floor to get the heating.

He couldn’t have been gone for more than five minutes but when he returned she wasn’t where he had last seen her. He called for her, and not a moment later she walked out of their bedroom. Except now, she was covered by a hoodie, one he definitely recognised as his but he couldn’t find himself caring all that much. He thought there was nothing more honourable than having her wear his clothes.

“So?” She asked, taking his hand on the way past to pull him to the sofa just a foot or so beyond where he already stood. They both fell to the cushions, his knee keeping him somewhat sitting whilst she fell onto her back, sweater now riding up to reveal the bottom of her stomach and the sleep shorts she wore.

“Well,” He started, fingers moving to pull the fabric back over her body but when they came into contact with her surprisingly heated skin he decided against it and opted to slide his, quite cold, hands up her sides. She writhed, the sudden temperature change causing a shiver before she gave an inquisitive hum, prompting him to continue. “So… the heat isn’t working.” he finally said, looking to her with just a tinge of fear in his eyes. Fear of ruining her week away, of ruining their bliss with this thing that he didn’t have any control over. And with the small pout that appeared immediately on her lips, he couldn’t help feeling a little guilty. “Sorry for ruining the week.”

“Not on you, Buck.” She promised, combing her hands through his hair as he let his head drop to rest against her belly. “Besides, it won’t be that bad. So, we’ll have to wrap up a little and maybe even stay in bed a little longer in the mornings - that wouldn’t be such a tragedy would it?”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to her exposed skin, mumbling, “Not even a little bit.” Before disappearing completely. He moved further up her body, kisses continuing up her torso until he couldn’t be seen for being buried under the hoodie. The giggles that fell from her lips meant that the pout no longer existed and instead a smile would be waiting for him when he sat up again. A mission accomplished, he thought. He moved so he could once again be seen by her, though this time, flushed cheeks and hair over his eyes which she would quickly move out the way.  

“Wait here a minute, doll. I’ll be back soon.” He whispered with the beginnings of a scheme in his eyes before leaving her on the couch with nothing but that hoodie and remnants of a kiss on her lips.

Another warmth that Bucky felt that trip, wasn’t too long after the second. He had left her on the couch for ten minutes, leaving to put his genius plan into action. And, though this plan was a very simple one he was sure it was probably his best idea for the past while.

He opened the bathroom door, a smug smile on his face. Heat from the hot bath waiting behind the door for them was enticing, pulling her to sit up and look over to where he stood, his jumper discarded and two robes in hand. A dream, she repeated to herself, recalling a moment of their first morning there.

“I’ve been thinking…” With his words, she was up from the sofa and walking towards him and a matching smile on her face.

“What have you been thinking, baby?” She asked with a certain kind of sweetness in her tone that was solely reserved for him. She took a moment to bask in the heat that the bathroom now circulated, reaching to pull the hoodie from her body and toss it back onto the nearest bit of furniture to them.

“Been thinking that maybe this heating going off is a sign.” his voice was low, gentle and sending a shiver up her spine as she leaned upwards, her lips meeting his in a slow kiss that brought enough heat to them on its own that the broken heating and the cold touches were now forgotten.

“Well, then what are we waiting for?”

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#SundaySweat

[Winston Duke x Reader]

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Smut, y’know?

A/N:  Congrats to Winston Duke on the Kimbo Slice biopic, will definitely be in attendance once all is said and done.  HOWEVER,  WInston Duke’s Insta stories are getting a little hot.  Very innocent, but HOT!  He’s working out, gaining some lbs, sweating his ass off, grunting through his reps and we are here for it!  So here is a fic based on a recent story he shared with us that he captioned #SundaySweat.  

Winston squats, thrusting the kettlebell in the air as he stands; repeating the motion over and over again.  Sweaty is an understatement to describe how much fluid his body is secreting under the strain of his personal training.  He is not bothered about looking too macho or saving face to make it look easy, no, he pushes himself to the brink; breaking his body for the pleasure of coming out on the other side fit for his new role that he has every intention of embodying to his fullest extent.  He grunts audibly as his muscles contract to power through his movements.  His eyes squinting as the perspiration overwhelmed his brow, running into his eyes with a burning sensation that only gives him more motivation to go on; if he ain’t dripping by the end of it, he wasn’t working hard enough.

Winston drops the kettlebell on the rubberized floor, howling without apology as his endorphins disseminates throughout his limbs.  That was his 3rd set of 20 completed after finishing his left side; he was planning for at least five total sets when his phone began to ring in his ears.

Going over to his phone, he picks it up to see your name displayed for a FaceTime request.  Winston, still catching his breath, takes the call.

“Hey, baby.”  he huffs.  

“What’s up with you?  I called you earlier, you didn’t pick up?”  you ask.  You knew he was in beast mode for his new movie, but you still bust his balls when you can.

“Well, I’m at the gym.  I have about 30 minutes left before I can get away.  Did you need something?”  he asks, wiping sweat from his face.

“Just you is all.”  you say with a sigh.  You look around a park as life goes on around you without a thought.  You took some time for yourself today doing laps around the park but you were so over today, and Winston is great at filling the boring parts of life.

“Aww, do you miss me, my love?”  He holds the phone up to his face a little closer for attempted privacy  as he spoke sweetly to you.

You nod, “Mhm...we’ve been like two ships passing in the night lately.  You get home, I’m sleep.  I wake up, you’re gone.  I can’t stand this type of scheduling for you.”

He nods, blinking slowly, “I know (Y/N), it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.”

“Yeah, E! True Hollywood Story.  But at least I can see your face in my hands one way or another now.” you say lightly touching the glass of your phone keeping you from his skin.  You cross the parking lot to make your way to your car.

“Ohh no, you wouldn’t want me now, I’m a mess right now.  Whew, sweaty, it’s not a good look.”  Winston waves his hand in front of his face as if he got a whiff of himself.

You smile shaking your head, “Nah, that’s how I like you.  Maybe it’s pheromones or some shit but when you’re hot and sweaty after doing some work, I just...light up or something.  Reminds me of when I used to be the one that did that to you…”

Winston shows that gap you’ve ran your tongue over countless times.  His whole face smiles as he marinates on your statement.  “Used to?  Who said that?”

You shrug getting in your car to sit, smirking as you tease.  “Come on, Winston, you are going to have to do more than what a boxer does to train now, and I know they do that whole ‘no sex’ rule to save your energy, keep you aggressive, or whatever the fuck.”

Winston stares at you a moment.  You’re not sure if he is offended or you just reminded him of something.  “Winston, what are you doing?  Is the connection laggin?”  you ask moving the phone around in the air.

He shakes his head, running his thumb along his bottom lip.  You count the crinkles in his forehead subconsciously, wishing you could massage them smooth; every feature of this man turned you on, as they were stereotypically imperfect and unwanted.  But he displays them proudly.

“Hey, baby?”  he asks.

“Yeah?”  you reply as you lean against you car door window, entranced.

“You look so beautiful.”  his voice purrs saying this.  You watch his round brown eyes dart up and down the screen.  He knew just what to say and exactly how to say something to gas you up and feel like his precious jewel.

You hide your smile, looking away. “Thank you, I know,”  you say trying to sound cool and unphased.

“You were running outside in that today?”  he asks.  You had a lavender purple sports bra on and matching leggings with a black waistband and mesh panels.

You look down at yourself, brushing your hand across your the top of your breasts, “Mhmm, it’s hot out today, and burned some calories myself.  Gotta stay right, keep it tight!”

Winston screws his face up making an O with his mouth, “Oooh, don’t say that now.”

“What?”  you ask.

He points at you through the screen, “You are outside looking like that without me to admire fully and missing the tightness you have worked hard on, I won’t have it.”

You suck your teeth, “Please, at least somebody can admire it for once.  As for my tightness....well, you don’t need to worry about that until after the movie wraps, right?”

Winston blows a raspberry at the screen, “To hell with that!  You’re speaking nonsense, that’s not in my contract.  I’m only playing a fighter, remember?”  he says annoyed.

You hold your hand up, “What can I say?  You need to stay in character, and this…” you grab a titty and kiss it, “can stay right here, waiting for you.”

“Mm, do that again.”  Winston requests.

You pick your titty up, kissing it again.  “That what you mean?”

Winston emits a guttural groan, “Come on, show me something.”

You scoff at him, “Um, I am not pulling my breast out for someone to see behind you, nah sir.”

Winston looks around getting up.  You see equipment and coming lights pass him before he passes through a door to a quieter room “Ok, now go ahead.  Show me what I’ve been missing.”

You laugh,  “Where did you go? “

“The locker room.  What I'm doing is probably the most innocent thing to go down in here.  Now don't be shy…” he murmurs getting comfortable.

You look away hiding your face a moment before turning back to your phone.  You pull the short zipper in front of your sports bra down, before reaching into one cup to pull one titty out.

Winston licks his lips, putting one hand to the side of his face, “Woooow, mama look at you.”

You smirk, his reaction motivating you as your caress your areola, stimulating your nipple to perk up.  “All that’s missing is them lips baby.  I know you hungry after all that work you put in.”

“I gotta have a taste, baby.  Are you headed home?”  Winston asks as he opens his locker.

You put your titty back, starting the car up, “Mhmm, when should I expect you?”

Winston starts getting a bag out of his locker, putting a towel on his shoulder, “I’m headed there now.”  

“Ok, don’t wreck yourself tryna rush.  I want you to take your time...understand?”

Winston smiles crookedly, “Oh, I have every intention on it.”

Driving home, your cat is starting to percolate at just the thought of what’s headed its way later.  You turn on some twock jams get yourself in a headspace of bad bitch-ness, to pop that ass on him.

Pulling up to the driveway, you see his car in front of the house.  Did this nigga really beat me home?  You thought to yourself.  No way in hell, he would’ve had to been speeding; his gym is like 15 minutes further away than the park is.  

You make your way to the door, putting the key in the door the only find out the door is unlocked already.  Confused and now on edge, you ease the door open, peeking inside.

“Hello?  Winston, is you in here?”  No one responds.  Your place is quiet, seems undisturbed.  You step fully into the house.  As you close the door, you’re suddenly wrapped up in a hold that shook you up.

“I know you said to take my time, but I got ahead of myself.”  Winston purrs in your ear.  He kicks the front door closed behind him as his hands travel the front of your body; massaging you greedily.  You tense your body up to try to fight back your arousal.  “Wait, wait.  I wanted to shower first.  I’m still sweaty, Winston.”

Gripping your hips, Winston grinds his hard on between your cheeks, breaking your train of thought.  He kisses your shoulder up to you neck before saying.  “There’s no reason to cool down when shits already getting hot.”  His hand snakes down your belly to your crotch, taking a handful of your throbbing pussy.  “We’re just going to get dirty again, anyway.”

You move your hips with the motion of his fingers swirling your vulva on top of your thin legging material; reaching for Winston’s face as you turn to kiss him him aggressively.   You were more than ready to bust it open, but you needed to play him.  You push your elbows back to knock him off of you as you prance to the kitchen.

“Leave me be, Winston!  I need something to give me energy first!”  you yell behind you.

Winston tales you, “I’m not thinking about food right now, I don’t see how you would be.”

You make it to the kitchen island and reach into the fruit bowl to grab an apple.  Swiftly, you turn around and hold it in front of his face.  Winston looks at it, then back at you; scoffing as he leans his hands on either side of you against the island.  While you still hold it, he bites about half the damn apple in one go.  Your mouth hangs open at the power of his jaws, the width of his mouth, and his lips curling around the fruit before being coated with its juices, that are now running down your arm.  Winston notices, leaning down to catch the Apple juice with the drag of his tongue.  The stimulation drives your mind into an animalistic state, as he is pulling out all the tricks.  You toss the apple away to grab his face, licking him from chin to his lips, sucking the sweetness off him like the summer treat he was; pushing your hips against his bulge.

Winston turns his face from you still trying work down that Apple. “Not fair!  My mouth is your weakness and I can't fight back?”

As he chews, you say, “But I knew you were starving!  Can’t do much with that mouth when its already full.”   You feel a pang of true hunger  as you reach behind for the bowl and grab yourself a banana.

“Now let me get a couple bites in and maybe we will see what we’re up for.” Turning back to him, you concentrate on peeling it, side after side after side, until all of its raw uncut length is extended towards your mouth.  You really could not wait to bite into it, mouth open, you look up subconsciously and pause.  Winston is still chewing but appears to be almost done.  He grabs your wrist firmly, shaking his head side to side.  “Don’t you dare.”

You smile, shaking his hold off and grabbing the neck of his tank.  Pulling him in closer, you look him dead in round brown specs as you slowly sheath your mouth around the banana.  Taking a bite and not breaking eye contact you bite the tip off baring your teeth, moaning as you knock it back.

“Mmm, this is sooo good.  I’m going to take my time with this.”  you tease, pulling the peels down a little further.

Quicker than you could say Tobago, Winston grips you under your cheeks sitting you on the island.  Your legs spread like biscuits.

“Lay back.”  Winston commands.

You protest, “Uh uh!  I’m still eating.”

“Take a break, I gotta eat too.”  Winston’s tone deepens.  The baritone shakes your core as you imagination runs wild.  You take one more bite and lean back on your elbows.

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me just wash up!”

Winston’s hands travel up your thighs, “How much do these leggins cost?”

The question takes you out a minute, “Uhhh. I think $50-”  

Suddenly you feel a jerk, followed by a rip.

“WINSTON!  What the fuck!”  you look down as he has turned your leggings into thigh highs.

Winston gives a hearty belly laugh as he lights up at your reaction, “I love how you are so obsessed with eradicating panty lines from your life, you rarely wear them.”

Kneeling down, he lines his face up to your vulva so all you see is his eyes between your thighs.  He studies your opening like a safe to crack.  His fingers trail down from your clit, along your labia, spreading the lubrication from your opening, and back up again.  Winston holds your leg over his shoulder as he kisses your inner thigh with that luscious mouth of his.  You feel vibrations from his mouth as he hums against you.  That coupled with his manual stimulation took your focus off of your fruit snack and back to your human sized one.

“Oooh, Winton, don’t tease me please.  I won’t last much.”  you moan.

Winston pulls his mouth from your thigh, taking his fingers in to taste your dripping anticipation.  “That’s ok, because I have plenty in me to last for the both of us.”  With that, he takes his tongue out wide to slide across every inch of your pussy.  You stretch your arms out to grab ahold of something, anything that will keep you planted to earth; knocking over the fruit bowl in the process.  Your spine threatens its integrity as Winston sensational head game makes your back curl in defense against the arousal.  

“Shiiiit, right there, baby, stay…”  you fade out as you sit up to watch him.  His eyes are aimed on you as he works his neck to keep up with his tongue strokes, making every effort to drive you insane.  His arms reach up to the top of your bra, attempting to pull it down.  You take the cue and sit up to pull your bra clean off, before leaning back so he can massage your titties the way he needed.  Then Winston fixed his lips around your clit, vacuum sealing it to to suck your very soul from it.

This was not fair to you as you came full force, curling your toes up so hard you felt a cramp coming on.

“Ohhh, ok, ok!  You bout to give me a damn charlie horse, damn!”  you day, slapping his head to tap out.

Winston pulls from you, planting a couple kisses on your pussy for good measure before standing up to take his shirt off, “You know I didn’t have this gap before you, right?”

You still trying to catch your breath, “What you mean?”

“You know how kids suck their thumb, and shifts their teeth?”  He asks resting a hand on your thigh as he steps between you.

“Nigga, I know you not saying...shut the fuck up!  You play too much!”  you exclaim.   Sitting up you reach around the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down, barely able to get past his erection, until they fall around his ankles.  You hug his torso to plant two hard slaps on his cheeks, squeezing them roughly.

“Ahh!! Cut it out, (Y/N)!  You’re really going to get it now.  You need to remember to stretch so you don’t cramp up.”  He says as he put his arms under your legs to rest your ankles on his shoulders.  You put your arms around his neck sucking plentiful lips, “That’s what I’m tryna do.  Put that fat ass to work on me, baby.”

You lick your hand and reach down to work his length some, causing a low humming grunt from Winston.  “Mmm, fuck, baby.  Go ahead, let me in.”

Running his tip against your lubricated lips, you still feel highly sensitive from him sucking you off earlier.  Biting back, you line him up to slowly enter you.  Winston can’t hold back the natural gravity of pleasure as his hips dip to push further into you, stretching you out.  You take your hand away, beginning to shake as you hold onto his neck for dear life.

“Ooooh, Winston.  Ahhh…”  You moan.  Looking at him descend into inch by inch was almost enough to make you come again, so you look away to Winston’s face.  His mouth is hanging open as he looks into your eyes, stopping.  He brings his face to your neck to kiss on your clavicle.

“Come on, you gotta move baby.”  You beg feeling your walls contracting for friction.  Winston continues to kiss on your neck as he pulls back, dipping his hips before pushing back into you to graze your G-spot.  Your head falls back as he begins his strokes.  The position he has you in makes you have to completely hold on to him for full support or you’re falling back and busting your head.  Winston picks up his pace, making your pussy start to talk back now.

“This dick exciting you like that baby?”  Winston groans in your ear.

Putting a death grip around his neck, you say, “Fuuuck.  Yes, Winston.  Your dick feels so good.  Ah shit!”

Stirring your insides like mac and cheese, his pace hits his peak as he drills into you.  A ballerina couldn’t match the point of your toes as he sent your body into oblivion again.  You claw his back, biting down on his shoulder to bury your cries of pleasure.  Winston huffs and grunts loudly before he loses his rhythm too much, slamming his last stroke into you.  Balls deep, you lean back for air as he pulls out completely.  

Winston looks down at his dick, “Damn, look at all that cream we made, eh?”  You look down to see his frosted dick; like a call of the wild, you slide off the island dropping to your knees.

“Let me clean that off for you, daddy.”  you purr, massaging his cornucopia thighs as you take him in your mouth.  You tongue dances around his tip as as you suck it, working his length in deeper and deeper with every bob.  Looking up at him he almost looked near tears, as you slumped, soaking his wood just right.  He bites his lip to stifle his moans as his hips try to pace with your mouth.

“Ohhh, your mouth feels so good.”  He reaches for your head, gripping your hair.  “MORE than good...it’s great.”

You almost laugh on his dick for the nostalgia of childhood cereal being compared to head; but instead focus on keeping your throat wide, relaxing your jaw to deep throat him as best you could.  You feel his muscles tighten in his thighs as he tries to hold back his orgasm, his fingers tightening his grip on your roots.

Winston lets out a audible groan at your skills now.  “Ahhhh, FUCK!  You’re so damn nasty with that pretty mouth; you almost got me there.”  Pulling your mouth away you say, “Not before I get one more nut, nigga.  You owe me back pay.”

Winston chuckles, “Be careful what you wish for.  Turn around.”  he instructs.

You quickly get on all fours, arching to bring your hips to their full peak.  Winston grips both cheeks, kneading them before you feel his tongue on your vulva again.  You shake automatically, still sensitive from the stimulation, you grasp at the floor unsuccessfully for support as the tip of his tongue relentlessly rolls against your clit repeatedly while he hums into your pussy.  Coming back up for air, he lines himself up against you again.  “You know the food is good when it gets you singing, right?”  Winston asks while slipping his tip between you folds.

Your laugh at him turns into sharp gasp as his girth stretches your walls out once more.  This time he starts at a steady pace as you have physically gotten accustomed to his length but your nervous system was having a problem trying to deal.  

You were somewhere between cheering and weeping, “Ooooh Winston, baby please, I’m cu-”  the sound you let out next made up for your subsequent speechlessness.

Winston grips your leggings-turned-thigh highs like reigns, growling as he digs you out while your tightness bears down on him.  “Keep that arch for me, baby.  You got this, it's all yours.”

His motivations were all you needed to straighten up and power through as he seemed close.  Throwing it back on him drove Winston nuts.

“I know you been wanting to come, fill me up baby.  Fill my guts os I don’t be hungry, baby.”  You moan.  Your own dirty talk caused yet another wave to wash over you as you came on his dick again, walls caving in around him.

“Ohhh Goddamit, gimme that shit!!”  you screech like a banshee

Winston babbles in moans and grunts, completely lost of the English language until instinct takes over so that he holds you down winding his hips against you, intensifying your orgasm until he shoots your insides up with all he had built up within him.  Winston’s weight slowly collapses on you and you slide down with him, still inside you.  Your breaths match up as you two slowly come down.

“No workout can compare to your body of work, baby.”  Winston says, kissing behind your ear before slowly pulling out or you.  “I think we earned a shower.”

You shake your head, or at least you think you did, not having full feeling back in your body yet, “I don’t mind being dirty a little while longer.”

I think I was hungry when I wrote this.  I been wanting to do smut with food like they used to do in the 90s, whipped cream and shit, so this is me experimenting.

Shoutout to @jackburtonsays , honey I will message you if you do not see this because you asked for a fic, I just so happened to feel like doing it.

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