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kiwicopia · 1 year

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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Breeding 🔞

🎃 Alpha!Kisuke x Omega!Husband!Reader 🎃

TW: a/b/o/ dynamic, talk of children and pregnancy, breeding, heats, mating press position, licking, biting, knotting, reader being praised, soft Kisuke.

tags: @tehyunnie @lust-for-ultraviolence @sweetchildcloud

You had been married to Kisuke for two years now, and as blissful as it was, you could see that there was something that had begun to bother him. You could see it with the way his gaze would linger on families for a little too long every time the two of you ran errands together or went out on dates. The man never said anything, and you knew why, but it was so easy to tell what the little issue was. He longed for pups of his own. The topic of children wasn’t a touchy one to talk about, but you figured that he’d at least want to wait and enjoy married life before kids.

“Hon, are you feeling well?” You asked, only to frown when your alpha didn’t respond. Instead, his eyes remained fixated on a couple with a set of twins. The little ones were waiting for their father to hand them their ice cream, practically bouncing up and down in excitement before being given their frozen treat. You glanced back at your husband, still frowning. “Kisuke, do you want to have a baby?”

Your question certainly got his attention, because his eyes quickly tore away from the family and stared at you. “What? No,” he shook his head, “I was just—.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you said, interrupting him, “because I know that you do. Every time we go out, you’re always looking at children the same way a parent would. You want pups of your own.” When he didn’t respond, you knew you were right. “I think it would be nice to have a kid. We’re at a good place in life, financially, and I think we’re ready.”

Your words made him perk up, his eyes lighting up in response. “Really?” He grinned, and you knew his wolf was wagging its tail on the inside. However, he frowned and looked down. “You’re not in heat.”

“I will be in a few days,” you replied. You always kept up with your cycles for his sake. That and he had an annoying knack for forcing your heats sometimes. “We can try then.”

You had no way of knowing how excited he was about this. How much he longed to try for a pup with you—his sweet husband. Honestly, you thought he would have forgotten about this discussion when a week passed, but the second your heat hit, he was on you like a moth to a flame. His lips peppered the side of your neck as he trailed the kisses down to your collarbone, soon stopping to nip at the skin. It pulled a small whine from your throat, and he hummed in delight. “Do it again,” he said, nipping the same spot to garner that exact sound from you once more.

“Kisuke,” you whined, face flushed and your body feeling hot and needy for him. You disregarded the entire ‘making a baby’ discussion a week ago as your sole focus seemed to be him and his touch. Your body ached for him. It always did with each cycle. “I want you. I need you.”

He hummed in response and licked a thick stripe from your collarbone up to your ear, his teeth barely grazing the lobe. Your husband loved how needy you were every time your heats hit. It drove him wild, but not as much as the fact that this was the start of trying for a child. “I know, baby,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear, “tell me again.”

His teeth sank into the flesh of your neck as he bit into you, drawing out a delicious moan from your lips. “Fuck,” you groaned, his bucking up against his in response, “Kisuke, please.”

The blond let out a groan of his own when he felt your hips against his. “You want me that badly, huh?” He asked, pulling his head away from your neck to look you in the eyes. You gave an eager nod, causing him to chuckle before he took your lips in a passionate kiss. His body pressed against yours even more, pinning you to the mattress as his tongue explored your mouth. He loved the way you tasted—the sweet scent of honey and citrus you always had. Kisuke could get lost in the taste and smell of you forever if you let him.

His hands slid down your body, his fingertips gliding along your soft skin with ease before his hands cupped underneath your thighs. You moaned against his lips when feeling his thumbs dig into the flesh of your thighs before gently and slowly easing your legs back, putting you into a mating press. It was the perfect position for this. Kisuke broke the kiss to nip at your neck, causing you to whine out from the sudden pinch of his teeth against your skin. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he breathed out, his tongue lapping at the spot he bit.

His body moved against yours a little more, causing your legs to be pushed back just a little further. Your husband wasted no time in lining his cock up with your hole, and he barely gave you enough time to get ready before he shoved himself inside. Your head leaned back against the pillow as your lower back felt the need to arch with the way he filled your tight hole. “Wait a minute—.”

Kisuke didn’t wait. His hips jerked forward, slamming into you as his dick stretched you out for him. No matter how many times he fucked you, you were always so tight for him. He fucking loved it. His face buried itself into your neck as he inhaled your scent. An animalistic groan let his lips as he pushed himself deeper, causing you to moan. “M’gonna fuck a pup into you,” he whispered. Your arms had wrapped themselves around his neck, holding onto him as he pounded into you. “M’gonna breed you, my pretty boy. You take me so well.”

Your body rocked in sync with his thrusts, his groaning soon all that you were able to hear as he then gyrated his hips, allowing his cock to inch deeper with each circular motion. It felt sublime. Your husband fucked you like an animal, and he wanted nothing more to bury himself as far inside of you as possible. His thrusts kept a continuous motion shortly after he stopped the gyration, and he continued groaning in your ear as his body pressed you even further against the mattress. His weight was crushing, but you didn’t care, because the absolute pleasure from him fucking you was far too great to be concerned over the little bit of pain.

Your nails dug into his back, clawing vibrant crescent-shaped marks into his skin as he rearranged your insides. “Kisuke,” you whined his name, “faster, fuck, harder.” Normally, you didn’t feel the need to cum this badly, but this time was different. This time he was fucking you with a purpose. Your words got through to him, and his pace quickened as his hips slammed harshly against yours.

“M’gonna cum,” he groaned, “gonna fill you up.” You felt the slight twitch from him inside of you, indicating his incoming release, and you couldn’t deny that it was starting to bring you over the edge as well. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my pup.”

The thought alone had your body clenching up, which caused your husband to groan in response. He felt it. The way your body tightened, putting pressure on his cock—it was fantastic. You couldn’t take it anymore and whined out. “Gonna cum,” you moaned.

That notion was enough to make him spill into you, coating your insides with his white, hot seed, but that wasn’t all. With a final groan, his hips pushed further into you, and he let himself knot inside as you milked his cock. His body trembled above yours as his fingers dug into your thighs even more. Kisuke wasn’t about to waste a single drop. He wanted you to be bred and full of him and to carry his pup, and he was going to get it.

His body soon stilled as you felt his dick stop pulsating inside of you, indicating he was finished, yet he remained inside of you. The blond breathed heavily as he shifted you both around to where he laid on the mattress back first and you rested on top of him. Not once did he ever slip out of you. Honestly, he wasn’t going to. His knot made sure of that. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips kissing your sweat-stained forehead. You whined softly at the contact and nuzzled your face against his chest. You were spent, and all you could do was lie there and cuddle with your husband until his cock slid out of you—which would be a few hours. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant.”

“Do you think it took on the first try?” You asked, your voice low and tired.

Your husband hummed thoughtfully before he chuckled. “Nope,” he replied, and you could already see the grin on his lips, “but we have all day to get you bred. You take me so well that I have no doubt you'll be knocked up quickly.”

All day. All night. It honestly didn’t matter how long it would take. Kisuke was more than happy to keep filling you up until you were nice and full of his seed.

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finalgirlfae · 2 years

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girls got rhythm, randall “pink” floyd

summary: y/n gets a little too tipsy at a party and randall takes care of her

pairings: randall “pink” floyd x f!reader

genre: fluff

note: this might be a little inaccurate because i’m not a drinker i’m a stoner🫠

music blasted through the speakers of the house as you danced with a red cup full of beer in your hand. it was one of those better summer nights, not too hot and not too cold. it was the perfect amount of warm with a cool breeze overhead.

“having fun?” jodi asked, laughing at the way you danced when you were drunk. you looked like one of those babies who just learned to walk, stumbling around and tripping over yourself a little. this was truly one of the better nights, no more stressors of school and exams. just partying and being with your friends.

you gave no verbal response, just a big smile paired with you tossing your hands in the air. since your cup was full of budweiser the action caused the beer to splash, falling on you and jodi.

“you bitch!” jodi laughed and playfully smacked your arm, she wiped the spilled beer off her face. “i’m gonna go find darla,” jodi began to leave but turned back around and took the cup from you. “and no more drinking for you.” she teased, pointing a finger in your face.

you puffed at her, dramatically crossing your arms over your chest. “you’re not the boss of me.”

she placed her hands on her hips, matching your energy with a smile before walking closer to you. “no but i’m your best friend. same difference.”

you turned away from her, “whatever.” jodi laughed as she watched you stumble away, nearly tripping over your brown wedged heels. they went great with the high waisted denim bell bottoms and dark purple halter top.

you walked around the party, passing through sweaty bodies and clouds of smoke before reaching the other end of the house and finding the man you were looking for. slater.

“slater!” you cheesed, dragging out the last syllable of his name. he smiled at you, obviously high off his ass right now. “y/n, what’s up man?”

you turned to make sure jodi wasn’t behind you before turning back to slater and whispering, “you got a joint on you, man?”

“man you know i do.” he giggled, digging in his pocket before pulling out a pre roll. “$15 bucks.”

you raised a brow at him. “15 bucks? man the only reason you’re at this party and not home studying for summer school is because i helped you cheat in bio.”

he rolled his eyes. “fine. 5.”

you smiled and pulled a 5 dollar bill from inside your shirt. he cringed at the bill as you placed it in his hand. “really? boob money?”

“mhm.” you snatched the joint from him. “closest you’ll ever get to the twins.” you spoke, squishing your boob as a joke before backing up into the crowd again. on the other side of the house in the kitchen pink was leaned against the counter, listening to o’bannion rave to the guys about the hookup he allegedly had with some college girl.

“i’m telling you man, she was spinning on my shit.” o’bannion raved, getting overly excited about the memory. pink only shook his head, taking a sip of his cup full of ginger ale. he was a designated driver tonight, so it was no drinking or smoking for him.

“she was bouncing on my shit like a god damn bunny rabbit. i swear to you man those delaware chicks are wild.” benny sipped his beer and patted o’babnion on the shoulder. “yeah buddy, sure you did.”

“i’m telling the truth!” he was starting to get riled up again. “pink,”

“huh?” pink looked up from his cup, staring at his friends. it’s not that he didn’t wanna be here, but it’s just that he’d rather spend his time with his girlfriend instead of sitting around listening to the guys rave about how many girls they fucked this year. the only reason he came to the party was to see you, you had been hanging with the girls for the last few days and didn’t really get a chance to see each other.

“what do you think, man? they think i’m lying.” o’bannion was clearly already drunk, pink could tell by the hiccups in his voice. he humored his friend, patting him on the shoulder

“you want my honest opinion?”

“uh huh.”

pink shrugged. “i think you’re a pig.”

the group laughed and pink smiled a bit, sipping his soda.

“you only say that cause you don’t like to kiss and tell.” o’bannion put the cup down and pointed a finger in his face. he walked over to pink, tripping over his own feet in the process and falling into the counter. “if i was with a girl like y/n you’d never hear the end of it.” he hiccuped at the end of the sentence.

“okay!” donny spoke, gripping o’bannion’s shoulder and pulling him away. “let’s stop talking crazy before randall breaks your face.” donny pulled the drunken boy out of the kitchen and maybe outside to sober him up a little. it was bad to let o’bannion run around unfiltered and full of alcohol, who knows what’d he’d say?

“randy!” it was dawson’s voice called out to pink, he was peeking his head through the door frame of the kitchen.

“what?”

dawson motioned quickly with his hand, calling pink over to him. “you gotta see what y/n is doing right now man. she’s dancing with darla.”

“oh shit,” pink grumbled. he put down the cup and quickly followed dawson out the kitchen and to the dining room of the house where the music got louder.

i been around the world

i’ve seen a million girls

ain’t none of them got

what my lady got

you were stood on top a table with darla, both of you shaking your hips and attracting even more of a crowd. people stood around the table, calling and cheering the both of you on.

pink liked to call you and darla the evil twins because every time you two were paired together with music and substances, nothing good was to come of it.

she stealin the spotlight

knocks me off my feet

she’s enough to start a landslide

just walkin’ down the street

he pushed through the crowd until he was at the table. pink stood next to jodi who had her arms crossed and an amused look on her face as she watched you and darla dance.

“and you just let this happen?” pink spoke above the music, crossing his arms and not pulling his eyes off the way your body moved.

jodi shrugged. “you know you can’t stop y/n when she parties. look at her.”

pink and jodi both tilted their heads, looking at the way you pressed your back to darla and how the girl began to grind against you.

wearin dresses so tight

and lookin like dynamite

about to blow me away

“i’m not gonna lie, i’m actually a little jealous right now.” pink spoke to jodi making her laugh. darla had a firm grip of your hips and definitely wasn’t letting go any time soon. she turned both of you, making you face pink as her arms slid around your waist and rocked you to the music. she smiled at your boyfriend, sticking her tongue out and continuing to dance.

no doubt about it

can’t live without it

that girl’s got rhythm

“yeah,” pink spoke, watching how the both of you moved. “enough of that.”

jodi laughed as pink moved closer to the table, wrapping strong arms around your legs and lifting you up. you screamed a little as you were thrown over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carried out of the living room.

pink walked back to the kitchen and sat you in the counter, looking at how your face pouted. “you are such a party pooper randall floyd!” you slurred, leaning back and hitting your head on the cabinet. you groaned in pain. “ow.”

“how many drinks have you had tonight?” pink stood in between your legs, looking at you closely and running his hands over your thighs. he put a hand up to the back of your head, massaging it gently.

you titled your head at him, ignoring the question completely. “you’re so pretty.”

your boyfriend smiled at you and laughed before digging in his pocket for the car keys. “yeah, i’m taking you home.”

“noo!” you whined out, gripping his arm. “i wanna stay and dance.”

“you are way too fucked up to be here right now. you smell like a dispensary too.” he spoke, commenting on the heavy weed smell from the joint you had smoked earlier.

“i haven’t even smoked tonight.” you lied, rubbing his arm gently. pink looked down at your manicured fingers and how they traced over his muscles. he gripped your hand, stopping you from feeling up his arms. “nice try, you can’t flirt your way out of this.”

“noo let me stay. i promise, ‘m good.”

pink thought about it for a second. “alright. if you can walk in a straight line back to the living room i’ll let you stay.”

you smiled deeply at pink. “observe.” you spoke in an overly cocky tone, sliding off the counter top to stand. you stumbled a bit, the room was spinning in about three different directions and right now to were regretting the shots you took with darla before your impromptu table dance.

you turned your head to pink and he gave you an amused look, motioning with his hands for you to go on. you turned back and took a deep breath.

just walking in a straight line, i can do it

you couldn’t even take a full step before you came crashing to the floor. luckily your boyfriend had fast reflexes and was able to hook your waist with his arm, tugging you into his chest before you fell down.

pink kissed the side of your head before whispering in a teasing tone, “you’re smashed.”

you didn’t respond, much too embarrassed to justify yourself to him right now. pink put your arm over his shoulder and kept his arm around your waist as he began to walk you out of the house. when you reached the front lawn you got away from him stumbling around a few before falling on to the grass.

pink sighed. “you plan on getting up?”

“it’s so comfy.” you muttered, rolling over on to your back. the cool grass was a nice feeling in your drunken state, it felt good against your skin.

“i’m sure it is.” pink spoke, getting in his knees and pulling you to sit up. “but you know what’s he even more comfortable? your bed.”

your eyes widened at his statement. “that’s so true!”

he couldn’t help but laugh at you, pulling you up to stand and practically dragging you to his car.

“you really are so beautiful, you know?” you smiled, looking at pink as he unlocked the car door. pink smiled back at you, “thank you. you are also very beautiful.”

he opened the door to the backseat and helped you in, reaching over and clicking your seatbelt for you. he was so close and was making you feel so strange and it didn’t help that he smelt like heaven.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you asked making him turn his head. pink’s confusion turned to laughter.

“yes, as matter of fact i do.”

“fuck.” you tossed your head back, “she’s so lucky.”

pink sighed. “y/n, you are my girlfriend.”

you snapped your head up at turned to him. “i am? aww that’s so sweet!” you smiled, cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. he could taste the alcohol on your lips and normally he wouldn’t like that, but it was you so he couldn’t resist kissing back. you pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, “i love you.”

he gave you his full smile. “i love you more.”

pink cupped your face, “okay, let’s get you home.”

“so we can fuck?”

he sighed and and pinched your cheeks before letting go of your face. he decided to humor you. “yeah, as soon as you sober up i’ll show you a good time but for now let’s focus on getting you in bed- to sleep.” he closed the back door, sitting in the driver’s seat and turning on the child lock. he wasn’t taking any chances with your safety.

“why not now?” you whined, slouching forward and pressing your face to the back of the drivers seat. the leather was cool against your face. pink backed out of the driveway and pulled on to the main road as you sat up straight.

“because you’re drunk. that’s why.”

you were silent after that, leaning back fully into the seat and looking at the cars and houses he drive past on the main roads.

he checked on you through the rear view mirror numerous times through the the drive, just making sure you were good and weren’t like- choking on your own vomit or something.

when pink pulled on to your block he drove cautiously, saying a silent prayer that your parents weren’t home.

he parked in front of your house and pulled the keys out of the ignition, silently thanking god that your parents were away.

pink opened the back car door, taking off your seatbelt and picking you up. you grumbled incoherent nonsense and he walked up the front door, using the house key in the lamp to open it and pull you upstairs to your room.

pink sat you on the bed and immediately you flopped over on your side. the room was still spinning and the weed mixed with the alcohol made you feel like you had no gravity pulling you down the earth. right now you were simply floating in the stratosphere. pink laughed a little and pulled you to sit up.

“what do you wanna wear?” he asked as he took off your shoes for you. he began to look through your dressers for cloths after that.

“i really want doritos…”

pink sighed. “as soon as we get you changed and in bed you can have all the doritos you want, sweetie.”

he pulled out one of his old jerseys from your dresser and smiled, it was all the way from sophomore year.

“you kept this?” pink asked, walking over to you with a smile. you looked at the jersey and nodded.

“yeah, it’s comfy.” you flipped over again causing him to sigh. pink moved his hands to your pants, unzipping your jeans and pulling them off before helping you put on some shorts. after your pants were changed he removed all your bracelets, necklaces and rings. he left the room for a second before coming back some makeup wipes and a brown wash cloth.

you laid there, watching and letting him take care of you. when he finished changing your clothes he removed your makeup and then pressed a cold wash cloth on to your forehead.

“do you think you’re gonna throw up tonight?”

you only nodded a bit, sitting up and using what ever strength you had left to stand. again, the room spun and you fell back. pink gently grabbed you, sitting you back down on the bed. “woahh, take it easy babe.” he grabbed the wash cloth and pressed it all over your face. “what do you need? i’ll get it for you. just stay here.”

“water please.”

pink nodded and kissed your head, tucking your body under the covers and leaving you in the room for a minute.

he came back with a glass of water, a bag of doritos and a bucket in case you puked during the night.

pink began to walk towards the door but immediately stopped when he heard your voice call out. “you’re leaving?” there was a slight hint of sadness in your tone that made his heart soften.

“no, baby. i’m not leaving. i just gotta go grab some clothes from the car and i’ll be back.”

you nodded and laid down. as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. when pink came back into your bedroom, he was careful to be quiet and not wake you. the boy had changed into a black shirt and some flannels to sleep it. he turned off the light, walking over to the bed and slipping in with you.

even in your sleepy state, you felt his body press against yours and his arms wrap around you. soft kisses where placed on the side of your face until both of you fell asleep.

#fluff #getting drunk #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused #pink floyd #randall pink floyd imagine #randall pink floyd x reader #randall

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katyawriteswhump · 8 months

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the power of love part 2 (new steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part one here Also on AO3 (where it's tragically in need of some love *sobs*) Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Chapter Two

Steve POV

Steve blinks his eyes open. Fear lurches then fades. Leaning over him, kinda blurry, are… Robin? Munson!?! He’s at home. Lying on the couch in his parents’ living room, to be precise.

“Steve? You back with us?” Robin appears wild-eyed, spooked out. She’s holding a bloodied cloth over his bat bites, which stab like new again.

Steve presses the heel of his hand to his brow, disguising his pained whimper with a shaky, “Yeeeeah.”

“Phew! Not delirious? Only a bit woozy, huh?”

“You seriously still shitting yourself about rabies?”

“To be honest, no. That’s slithered so far down my list of things to lose my mind over, I’d forgotten. Trust me, he’s as likely to have it as you now.”

Eddie, who hovers at her shoulder, pokes out his tongue, kinda jokey. The rest of Eddie’s face is still slightly blood-smeared. Haunted. His hair is a mad mess, his bandana repurposed as a bandage about his elbow. Steve glances down his own aching body, which is damp, vaguely shivery. Near naked, in fact, with a towel tucked around his waist.

Oh yeah. He went for a swim, and then…

“Shit! Are you seriously mopping my blood with Mom’s linen napkins?” Steve tries to push himself up, and flops back down, humiliatingly fast. On top of that, his head throbs—when does it not, these days? He makes a more concerted effort to sit, forcing himself through a wave of nausea and dizziness, then notices: “Shit, shit, SHIT! I’ve bled on the couch—this cost a thousand bucks!”

“I knew there was a reason Wayne avoided white faux leather,” says Eddie, as he and Robin share a look. “Oh, and a Munson never splashes less than fifteen-hundred bucks on soft furnishings.”

“You’re hilarious,” mutters Steve.

“Your Pops can chew my head off,” says Eddie. “Some of that blood is yours truly’s. I mean, I got got bad. Really bad. And theeeeen… I got better.” He narrows his eyes to inquisitorial slits, which bewilder Steve, given how rough he feels.

Robin lifts the ruined napkin. “You’re bleeding like before Wheeler first bandaged you up. It makes no sense.”

“Nothing’s made sense for about two and a half years,” Steve points out. Actually, scratch that. Little of his life has made much sense. “There’s a first aid kit in the kitchen, with proper bandages. Where did you think I got the Hibistat towelettes from? Didn’t you morons think to look?”

Robin hurries off. Eddie takes over holding the now thoroughly disgusting napkin over Steve’s bites. “Woah, he’s not lying,” she calls. “His parents keep an actual first aid kit with actual useful crap in it.”

“Yeah, in case you forgot in the last thirty seconds,” says Steve, “the Harrington family bleed.”

“It doesn’t even come out green,” Eddie says. “Totally destroys your ‘rich folk are aliens’ theory, Buckley.”

“Haha,” snarks Steve.

“This might take a minute,” calls Robin. “I had no idea there were so many sorts of dressings. We don’t want a triangle one, huh?”

Left alone, Eddie doesn’t seem able to look Steve in the eye. He’s giving off such awkward vibes that Steve takes pity, nudges Eddie’s hand away, holds the napkin himself.

“I guess this is where I thank you for saving my life,” says Eddie.

“From what I could gather from Dustin, you’d only gone and done the same for us. Not a hero? Total bull.”

“Those weren’t normal circumstances.”

Eddie’s so squirmy, Steve flinches away too. He’s felt drawn to Eddie for some time. He likes the guy way more than he’d expected, finds he likes looking at him too, crazy rocker tresses and all, but… Jesus Christ! Talk about shitty timing.

It’s not the first time Steve’s been blindsided by a crush on a guy. Plus, he knows Eddie is queer; he’s one of the few other friends that Robin’s lately ‘come out’ to. However, Steve’s simply not gotten the energy to figure out if the weird fizzle of chemistry he feels is all in his head. What he really wants is to stagger upstairs to bed and sleep for a week. No time for that, though. He groans, threads the fingers of his free hand through his damp hair.

“We need to take advantage of this earthquake chaos. Get you outta town right now before somebody comes looking.”

“Yeah. I figured as much.” Eddie sighs hard. “No more facing down ferocious monsters. I return to being Eddie the Banished.”

“Not much choice, man. Look, we can bring bedding, whatever supplies we need from here. Take one of Dad’s cars and find a place to lay low till we know what’s happening and what the next plan of attack is.”

“You were worried about the couch and now you’re suggesting we jack your Pop’s wheels?”

“I don’t give a crap about the furniture—it was a dumb knee jerk reaction. I mean, things change. People change. Last time I looked, we weren’t exactly bestest buds.”

Now we’re off saving each other’s lives.

A loud crash from the kitchen slices between them. “Sorry!” yells Robin. “Kinda dropped… everything.”

“Need some help there, Rob?” Steve tries to push himself to his feet. His head rush is instant and epic; his vision blacks out, nearly taking his entire consciousness with it.

“Easy, easy!” Eddie’s arms are around him, clumsily guiding him back down. Steve whimpers before he can stop himself; his stomach churns and he feels painfully sick. Eddie wedges a cushion beneath Steve’s head, presses the cloth back to Steve’s bleeding side. “Robin’s right. You need those injuries looked at. I go alone.”

“No.” Steve snatches a shaky breath. “Way I see it, we’re both deep in the shit."

“I’m the one with the murder rap snapping at my butt, Harrington.”

“And I’m the one who’s been harbouring a known fugitive, stealing Winnebagos, and Christ knows what else. Crap, I bet they’ll blame me for Nance’s sawn-off shotgun. While the rest of those underage brats get off light, I’ll be dragged to jail as sure as you.”

“Your daddy can afford a lawyer, man.” At least Eddie’s looking at Steve now. His words still feel like a punch in Steve’s already bleeding gut—with those knuckle dusters that’d gotten lost somewhere on the ride.

Steve retaliates with as daggers a glare as he can conjure: “You wanna thank me for saving your life, Munson? Then stop trying to ditch me.”

Part 3

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tags: @estrellami-1 (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, I would probably cry... in a good way, honest! Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :)

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jakelandryshorts · 2 years

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Secret Santa

“Here,” Jeff put down a $20 bill. He’d been waiting in line long enough to buy the last of his Christmas presents and was willing to lose twenty bucks to make it go a bit faster. “Just take it.”

The big burly man turned around. “Are you sure? I know I have some money in here somewhere…” He continued struggling as he was looking through the massive coat covering his body. With how big and old of a guy he was it was clearly very hard for him to do so.

“Yes. Really. I’m fine,” Jeff replied.

“Wow! To think the Christmas cheer is still going around,” the man’s eyes grew big. “How could I ever repay you?”

“Think you could get me laid?” Jeff snarked.

“Is that what you want?”

Jeff felt himself choke at the suggestion. “God. No. Sorry. It was just a joke. I didn’t mean to say it out loud,” he somewhat apologized.

The man gave a strange laugh. “Of course.” He turned back to the cashier and paid the last of his bill, making sure to give the change to Jeff.

Jeff stuck it in his pockets as he walked away. “That was strange right?” he asked the cashier while she was bagging up his items.

“You’re the one who asked him to have sex with you…” there was a faint smile coming out of the corners of her lips as she said it.

Jeff felt a smile come out of him as well as he realized just how loud he must have said it. “Right…” he blushed a bit as he paid for his items.

Still, Jeff couldn’t help but feel a little weird as he drove home. Something about the guy seemed almost staged or like he was genuinely thinking about giving him his ‘wish.’ Twenty dollars was twenty dollars after all. But Jeff had only meant it as a joke. A bit of frustration he’d had since he’d not really had a date in the last couple of years and was really starting to feel out of it.

Eventually he got to his apartment. His roommate was on the couch playing video games in his Santa suit. He’d taken up one of those bell ringing jobs to make a little bit of extra money and with his extra weight, all he needed to do was put on the suit and he looked like a younger version of the myth. However, what he didn’t expect was the strong smell of freshly baked cookies. It filled the entire apartment and was all he could smell as he entered.

“You bake something?” Jeff asked.

“Nah,” Matt said, not looking away from his game. “A package came and that’s what was in it. There’s a note.”

Jeff went over to the box to see it was already opened with a few of the cookies missing. He found a note as he opened it. ‘Since I wasn’t you’re type, I figured I could get you something a bit better. Ho Ho Ho.’

“Huh?” Jeff flipped the card over a few more times to see if anything else was written on it. He quickly turned to Matt. “And you didn’t see who sent this?”

“It was on the mat when I got home,” Matt said. He paused the game and got up. “Really good fucking cookies. Like God damn,” he grabbed another and shoved it in his mouth. However, as he looked at Jeff, his eyes lingered. It was far longer than they ever had before.

“Wh-what?”

“Noth-ing,” Matt choked on the word. It sure as hell didn’t feel like nothing. “You know what these need? Some milk.” He walked to the kitchen and his large black boots clopped onto the wooden floor with each step.

Jeff chased after him. “Are you avoiding me?” He quickly asked, cornering the other man in the kitchen. Something was happening. Jeff could feel it. He just didn’t know what it was. The way that Matt had looked at him, something was definitely up.

“What? No…” Matt smiled. His cheeks turned a bit red, but stayed that way. He ran a hand through his hair. As he did so, the brown color stripped out of it, causing it to turn completely white. A strong hint of maturity quickly followed as the weight on his face disappeared and instead gave his rounded face a much sharper quality. The wild beard he’d been growing through October and November trimmed itself closer to his face only drawing the strong angles out of his chin even more. “Why would you say that?”

Jeff felt a tingle rung through him at the warm welcoming sound of Matt’s voice. There was a jolly feeling running through the words. “I don’t know…” Jeff could still feel it. Even though he didn’t consciously see Matt’s extra weight starting to pull tightly against his muscles. Or how those same muscles were growing far stronger.

He could just sense something was happening as he watched the white shirt his friend was wearing start to pull tighter to Matt’s chest. Thick biceps and well defined triceps were clung tightly against the sleeves while Matt’s wide shoulders that were shaped more like cannon balls filled them completely. His big belly was pulling in on itself making that the only part of his clothing remain loose. The suspenders were good enough to hold the oversized pants up.

“I just thought you might have one more package to deliver…” Jeff ran his finger down Matt’s firm chest, over his abs and grabbed at the other man’s cock.

“Ho. Ho. Ho!” Matt laughed as he’d been called out. The fear on his face had been replaced with grand holiday cheer as he grabbed Jeff by the waist. His large hands easily lifted the other man up and over his shoulder as though he were nothing more than a small sack of gifts. “Is someone trying to get on the naughty list?” Matt continued to tease as he walked to the bedroom. Then tossed him onto the bed.

“Maybe…” Jeff was able to sneak out. But Matt was quickly on top of him. His massively strong body easily pinned Jeff down to the bed as he kissed the smaller man. His beard gently scratched against Jeff’s smooth face as their mouths interlocked. The two’s tongues wrestled with each other but Jeff the sweet taste of peppermint and chocolate filled his mouth. His fingers intertwined with the large calloused hands of the other man. He squeezed with all his might as his cock throbbed in delight over the natural strength of the other man.

Even if Matt wasn’t exerting any power, Jeff could feel no matter how hard he squeezed it was nothing compared to the person on top of him. His back arched and he pulled out of the kiss and Jeff gasped for air.

“Oh, ho ho!” Matt teased. One of his fingers gently ran down the side of Jeff’s face. “I hope my present isn’t too much for you…”

Jeff shook his head, ‘no’, but his sex addled brain was making it hard to think about anything other than the jolly man on top of him. At some point his free hand had made its way underneath Matt’s shirt and was gingerly running his fingers through the forest of white hair underneath. He parsed through the hair feeling the strong abs and thick meaty pecs, gently squeezing the powerful muscles still hidden underneath the white shirt.

“That’s good to hear…” Matt slowly pulled away from Jeff’s grasp. He slid his hands down the small man’s body and undid the button on his pants. Jeff’s hard cock pointed to the ceiling and swung around. Before Jeff could react, he felt Matt’s lips spread over the tip and his mouth fully engulf his rod.

“HOLY--!” Jeff felt himself gasp as his hands gripped onto whatever they could get ahold of. Feeling the other man’s lips glide against his cock while his tongue wrapped around his rod was far better than he could have imagined. He fought off the wriggling and writhing as the joyous feeling ran through his entire body. He couldn’t help it as sheer bliss ran through him.

Even as one of Matt’s fingers slipped inside his asshole, it only turned him on more. The tickling of his prostate and insides was too much for him. He let out a gasp. Then another buck of his hips. And felt his balls release.

“Oh God!” Jeff cried out as he finished in Matt’s mouth. It took him a few seconds before he’d realized what had just happened and he looked down at Matt. “Sorry… Should have given you a bit more of a warning…”

Matt only smiled as he pulled out the softening cock from his mouth. “I told you I needed some milk.” He stood up and then undid the suspenders over his shoulders and let his pants fall to the ground. Jeff let out a gasp seeing the well defined legs but also the red and green stripped jock strap that was more stuffed than a stocking. “Besides. It’s my turn to deliver that package…”

He undid the jock and his cock sprang to life. At least 10 inches long and thick as a bundle of candy canes, it pointed directly at Jeff. Jeff felt his cock harden again, but the size was far larger than anything he’d ever taken before. His eyes went wide. But he felt one of Jeff’s hands grab him and easily flip him over. He pressed the tip against Jeff’s anus, letting some pre drip down into it.

“It’s okay…” Matt whispered as he nuzzled against the nape of Jeff’s neck. “I’m good at fitting into small spaces… It’s holiday magic.” He pressed the tip in. Jeff let out another gasp as his cock hardened all over again. It slapped against his stomach as more of Matt’s cock pushed inside.

“F-uck…” Jeff moaned as his motor functions gave way. He couldn’t think anymore as the warm hug from behind only made his mind go crazy. And feeling Matt gently nuzzle the soft nape of his neck with his white bristly beard was more comforting than he could have ever imagined. Even as the smell of sweat and sex filled the room, all Jeff could think about was that warm embrace and the powerful arms wrapped tightly around him.

He barely even noticed as Matt finished inside him or that he’d finished again, coating his bedsheets. But a powerful urge to sleep over swept the two men as Jeff finished. Out of the man came, “Merry Christmas…” and a sparkly blue magic emerged from his mouth. The two slept soundly as Matt gently cradled Jeff in his strong arms.

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asterdeer · 2 years

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thoughts on the green ring conspiracy, from an aio listener who hasn’t listened to new aio since they got eugene’s dad back

THE INFAMOUS EMILY. i’m rooting for her.

mr whittaker’s new (third? fourth??) voice makes my skin crawl

this jay kid’s voice sounds like someone crossed wooton with richard and then fed him through a squeaky dog toy version of rodney

unsurprisingly polehaus is a dickweed and i hate his energy. “good cop but mean person” is a trope that should have died with psych at the very latest.

“dirk beggs”……… like…….. dirtbag………? this is the level we’re at now? altho I guess we’re going with “appleberry” smartphones too.

THATS buck oliver? cutie patootie energies?? little bit of a ‘raised bad, good heart’ kind of thing??? official art is literally stolen hiccup howtotrainyourdragon design???? i am also rooting for him

the sickness of being a richard maxwell stan is that i hear “mysterious young man involved in nefarious plot gets thrown in the hospital and asks for whit by name before conking out” is that i immediately think “this should have been a richard moment”

oh is this when penny is introduced too??? dang this album launched more people than I thought.

so sick of polehaus but the receptionist telling him that he’s one of those people who thinks being unpleasant and terse is charming and then saying that his late wife faked her heart attack to get out of her marriage to him. icon behavior.

sorry buck is SO CUTE ??? HATE THIS FOR ME, I AM NOT COOL

wait is penny a criminal too???? WILD, I am so about her now. and penny/connie

emily is such a bitch. i love her <3

i really miss katrina but mostly her first voice. new voice Katrina is fine but the original VA had such Energies(tm).

oh shit, is that alan young?? was this before he passed? amazing, I miss his voice if not jack himself

KATRINA CLASSIST???? discuss.

polehaus racist but literally no surprise there.

they are using the exact same bloop bloop computer noises as the ones they used for AREM’s computer noises in novacom. reduce reuse recycle ig

“foreign terrorists trying to wreck america through cyber espionage” barf barf barf barf barf barfaroni

“what if polehaus gets close” “then the stiletto will have to deal with him” oh please god please I wanna hear jason punch a cop, oh please oh please. i wanna hear jason kick a cop in the ribs. that’s all i want for Christmas i’ve been sooooo so so so good

these adults are so mean and cold to this fourteen year old kid. like yeah he’s attached to a big old criminal enterprise but he is literally fourteen. also eugene insinuating that buck doesn’t know how to spell “stiletto” correctly? fuck you eugene.

“I’m the something else!” connie/penny wants to happen soooooooo bad. connie is penny’s Something Else.

huh. actually I think I kind of hate this era of Katrina. she’s like…… if you replaced a beautiful and individual stained glass window with a sheet of clear plastic. og!katrina had personality, opinions, interesting motivations, but this katrina feels like she’s just around to be The Wife and A Nurturing Woman. and her reasons for tracking buck down, and trying to get him to come with her, is just………. so weird??? it’s very obvious that the writers are using her as an unsubtle mouthpiece but it’s just so bad. hate it. don’t like it. want original weird brilliant katrina back.

also chris talking about how loving and open the odyssey folks are to buck for his crimes of [checks notes] being a fourteen year old with a criminal guardian is SO WILD after katrina literally tried to citizen’s arrest him and after chris herself called buck “the worst kind of people” or whatever. HE IS FOURTEEEEEEEEN

i wish richard were here.

i know eugene and katrina are going to adopt buck but eugh. idk if eugene’s outright hostility or katrina’s heavy handed self-centered savior complex is worse.

…well that was underwhelming.

THEY GAVE THEMSELVES A SOAP OPERA-STYLE “IT WAS ALL A DREAM” RIPCORD TO BAIL IF THINGS WENT BAD??? UNBELIEVABLE. and did Eugene say WHO? when Connie said Jason??? the fuck. the fuck. this is so bland it wraps back around to being devious. the fuck.

anyway I have to say again for the sake of the rule of three: would be better if richard were here but I’m not entirely convinced I want to subject him to this writing team’s particular flavor of character assassination. i want my old katrina back and a connie who doesn’t preach at people without it intending to be seen as a character flaw. ugh. unfortunately i will continue to listen while my trial period is valid

#myth liveblogs aio #aio #also the fact that connie only recognized jason when he crashed the train. sublime.#but actually i want to see Jason get fucked up more #he’s too old and he’s had too much good luck to not get his reckless ass in the hospital #like i do genuinely just want him to get his shit canonically wrecked. is that too much to ask?#also in the ficverse that lives in my head where richard doesn’t know Jason faked his death so he’s still grieving #and then buck shows up one day and is like ‘someone told me to come to you for help’#like……… sorry that i filter every aio thing I encounter through my richason verse but also. no. I’m not.

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orpheusredux · 2 years

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14, 19 and 58 from the nsfw asks list

Hi! Thanks for being our first response to this call out! Just a reminder, these questions and responses are STRICTLY 18+, do not ask or comment or even look if you are a minor. Anyway, I just got Eddie's reply so I'll pass it over to him:

Hi, officialsimp4eddie - ah, I don’t know how this chick convinced me to tell you all this stuff, but who am I to deny the pervy yearnings of the fans, huh? Also, sex is fucking great and beautiful and we should all get a fuck tonne more of it. Orgasms all round!

Enjoy, you sexy little sickos. - Eddie

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Ok, I’m gonna be real here: There’s something super awkward about getting a BJ. Like…It feels good, no denying, but also there’s a person’s mouth on your junk. They have teeth. They may choke a little. You don’t know what to do with your hands. You’re like, mentally screaming at yourself, “don’t fart, don’t fart, don’t you fucking fart”. Also, the last time you were looking down on your cock, you were pissing out of it, which is … you know. Ew. (No offense if that’s your bag, it’s just not mine.) So, anyway, where was I? Oh, right. It’s just, like, not altogether relaxing? Maybe that’s just me? I’d prefer a handy and some tongue, to be honest. Feeling her tits pressed against me, her lips all soft and slick from lip balm - gloss - whatever, and her hand wrapped tight around me. Yeah.

Eating pussy, on the other hand? I gotta tell you, there is no finer meal.

Every girl tastes different, looks different, moves different when you go down on her, right? You need to be alert to what she’s not saying. Some girls don’t like it - sometimes they feel vulnerable and weird about it because some idiot told them it smells, or it’s dirty or some shit. So, I don’t take it for granted that she wants my face all up in there, you know? But if she is into it, then I too am into it. So very, very into it.

I don’t want to get too goddamned poetical here, but they do look like a flower. They’re like, what’s the fucking plant… with the… the thing… you know. Orchids! Orchids. A pussy is like an orchid, made out of velvet, and that’s how you have to treat it when you get down there, like don’t dive in, it's not a chow bowl. And don’t for the love of fuck, go straight for her clit, she will not thank you for that. You have to easy your way in there, you know? Big, flat tongue licks, like a cat. Go in soft, till she’s bucking against your face. Then you go for her clit, man. Kiss that little nubbin. Make out with it. Fuck their bodies are so… holy shit.

The real joy of it, though, the thing that really gets my dick hard, is that feeling when she’s letting you see her come undone, letting you see this part of her, kiss her in this fucking… sacred place, man. To like, enter her with your tongue.

Forget about it. I could do it all day.

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

I don’t know if you’ve seen my trailer, but like, there is no room for a fucking bath. Are you kidding? There’s barely enough room for the goddamned shower. We have a half-tub in there, for if you have kids, I guess. But I haven’t had a bath since I was like, 5.

Also, just the logistics of that confounds me, you know? Like, are you getting bathwater all up in her? Are you sloshing it all over the floor? Who's cleaning that up afterwards? I don’t like the sound of it to be honest.

I guess… OK, you can’t tell Steve this, but one time, in like, Junior year, his family went on holiday to fucking France or some shit. The guy would not shut up about it. “Oh no, I gotta got the France with my family… poor me,” honestly. Unbelievable.

So, anyway, the Harringtons leave town, and a bunch of us break into their backyard and have a pool party. No shit. It was wild. I can’t remember who all was there, but one of the neighbors sticks their head over the fence and is like: “you kids keep it down over there. OK?” and Rick’s like, “Yes sir!”. No clue we weren’t Harrington's basketball buddies or something.

You gotta swear never to tell, Steve. Jeeze, maybe I should tell him? What do you think?

Anyway, this cousin of Rick’s was there from out of state. Amy, her name was. She was so cute, so hot. Really a great girl. And we hit it off. So when everyone had either passed out or fucked off, we ended up - you know - doing it in the pool, which is the closest I have ever been to fucking in the bath.

I would never normally kiss and tell, but she was so psyched she got railed in a swimming pool she told anyone who would listen. Apparently, it was some kind of bucket list thing?

Anyway, I won’t say much more except buoyancy is nothing to be sniffed at, if you know what I mean. Also, your jizz totally looks like a fucked up jellyfish in chlorinated water. Sorry, was that gross? That was gross.

Jesus, please don’t tell Harrington. He’ll beat my ass. But it was before I knew him.

58: Booty or Boobs?

Oh man, this is a good question, I have never honestly thought about this… like, what do I look at first?

Honestly, this is going to make me sound like I’m trying to be smooth, but I will totally notice a girl’s smile first. I know, I know, but it’s the truth, man. Look around, half the world has boobs, everyone has an ass. How many people really light up when they smile? It's a special gift.

But I guess, if you’re talking about when I’m being - intimate - which I know you are, you little degenerate, I’m more about the boobs.

Nipples man, I love ‘em. I love the feel of a nipple in my mouth, love feeling her squirm under me when I suck 'em, love nibbling on ‘em rolling them around between my teeth till she’s almost squealing. I love to suck on them so hard, it’s almost a hickey. Jesus.

All tits are beautiful. I love tiny little puffy titties; I love a good handful; I adore some huge boobs, although I understand they’re not much fun for the girl carrying them around all day. Also, men are fucking animals and think big boobs mean a girl is easy. Honestly, it’s a wonder women will have anything to fucking do with us some times.

But I do enjoy a big girl, I love those curves, you know? Am I… is it OK to say that? I like big boobs and I cannot lie.

OK, that’s enough over sharing from me. Holy shit. I need to nut. Thanks for nothing.

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WOW, OK, thanks for that, Eddie, that was... way more than I expected.

Check out the list of questions if you want to ask Eddie anything. And don't forget to check out my AO3 and my masterlists.

Also, I hate to ask, but would you consider reblogging? It really does help!

(CAVEAT: Y'all know this isn't really Eddie, right? Because he is a fictional character. This is a writing exercise. I have no connection or relationship to the Duffers or Stranger things. I'm just fooling around)

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson headcanons #st 4 #stranger things season four

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mox-writes · 3 years

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Happy New Year (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Warning: 18+, smut, p in v, m/f orgasm, oral (m/f receiving), language

Word Count: 4,288

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Black!Reader

Summary: You've never had a New Years kiss, your roommate and best friend, Bucky, offers to change that.

A/N: this was supposed to be a new years day fic but I never wrote it lmao. Crossposted on moongoddnessmox! Please reblog and comment <3

“Ugh!” you slammed the door shut to the quaint apartment you shared with Bucky Barnes, heels clicking against the hardwood floor that smelled like fresh lemon.

“Hey! Don’t track in any dirt, I just mopped,” Bucky said from his position on the couch. He laid lazily across the emerald green sofa, one long leg dangling off the side and the other propped against the armrest. His metal arm was tucked under his head as he watched TV. You only huffed, the dirt on your shoes was the least of your worries as you made your way to him.

You tossed your purse into the mustard-colored armchair that sat adjacent to the couch, the metal chain strap pulling it to the ground with a rattled clink. Bucky watched the purse settle in a pile; wallet, phone, and keys spilling out of it as you press your knees to the end of the couch where his foot lay. With another huff, you leaned forward, letting gravity pull your body down with a thud and a forced exhale of breath from Bucky as you made contact with him. His metal arm immediately went to your shoulders, lightly caressing your exposed skin.

“Bad date?” he asked as he massaged your shoulders, allowing you to melt into his touch and warmth.

“Awful. Absolutely fucking atrocious.” you pressed your face into his chest, smearing your makeup across his dark shirt. Brown foundation stained the fabric but you didn’t care, neither did he. He’d let you ruin every shirt he owned if it meant he could be close to you, to comfort his best friend when they needed it.

“I’m sorry, you always have me,” Bucky grinned at you cheesily. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you looked up at him. His blue eyes crinkled, rosy nose scrunched up and white teeth baring down at your messy face.

“I love you, Buck,” you planted a soft kiss to his clothed chest, unknowingly causing his heart to flutter. His perfectly pink lips pressed against the top of your head, sending tingling goosebumps through your skull and down your neck.

“I know doll, I’m just so lovable, it’s part of my charm,” he chuckled, “I’m irresistible,” you scoffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes and sliding across his body until you rolled onto the floor. Bucky turned on his side, looking down at you in a defeated mess on the ground. His flesh hand reached down and stroked the wild hair from your face, exposing the brown skin he loved so much as you closed your eyes.

“What am I gonna do for New Years? I haven’t had a kiss at midnight, ever, and this year was supposed to be different.” You complained to him as his fingers brushed your skin. You opened one eye when you felt his fingers leave your face, only to see him preparing himself to roll down onto you. Before you had time to gasp or move, Bucky’s large body was smashed against yours, pinning you to the ground.

“Buck…can’t breathe,” you exhaled. He only smirked, letting up the slightest bit of pressure but staying firm in his position.

“I guess if you don’t find a date, we could always kiss,” he offered, a glint of hope in his oceanic eyes. You giggled, pushing your palms into his chest to try and alleviate more of the pressure.

“Don’t you have a date though? That’d be really awkward,”

“I could cancel, it’s no big deal,”

“It is a big deal! Your first date in what, 300 years? No way,” Bucky squinted his eyes at you.

“300 hundred years, huh? You think you’re so funny,”

“I do actually, I’m pretty damn funny and you know it,” you grinned cheekily before your eyes opened wide with regret as he propped himself up on his knees and let his fingers jog up your ribs. Your laughter burst through the apartment as he tickled you relentlessly, swift fingers dancing around the skin newly exposed by your shirt riding up.

“Buck, stop!” you laughed, squirming under his strong hold.

“I will when you take it back,” his fingers traveled to your armpits and you pressed on his forearms.

“Fine, fine! You’re not 300 years old,”

“And?” he didn’t stop, his hands almost to your most ticklish spot.

“And! And you’re very youthful, a young lad, not at all a dinosaur…!” he paused, unsure if he should let the last comment slide. It definitely felt more sarcastic than an honest apology but he’d let it slide. He knew if he kept tickling you, he’d end up on his ass with the wind knocked out of him. When he pulled away, you settled your panting, chest rising and falling in a frantically gorgeous mess before him. Your legs spread around his thick thighs, stomach exposed, and the most beautiful smile present on your face. Bucky clenched his jaw and blushed, sliding away from your body and standing up before he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you right then and there.

Bucky reached his hand down and grabbed your calf, pulling your leg up until he could slip the tight strap of your shoe from its buckle, releasing your aching foot from its four-inch prison. He did the same to the second shoe and held them in one hand, helping you up with the other. When you got to your bedroom, he tossed your shoes in the pile you kept at the bottom of your closet before training his eyes back on you.

“Maybe I’ll just call Helmut, I’m sure he’d say yes to being my date,”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” Bucky boomed, clenching his jaw and crossing his arms. He leaned his broad shoulder against the wall as he watched you undress. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to undress in front of each other, you were best friends who had seen more parts of the other than the people you dated. Bucky paid no mind to your now bare body, dark and beautiful as you stepped into your hot shower. His mind was full of ideas on how to permanently get rid of your ex, Helmut. He hated his guts, treated you like you were nothing special while he ghosted you without warning constantly until you finally ended things with him.

You didn’t speak again until you got out of the steamy bathroom, sliding on one of Bucky’s shirts and sitting next to where he laid on your bed. You lotioned your body as he rolled onto his side and watched you.

“As I was saying, fuck that guy,”

“I could, I need to, it’s been a while,” you spoke, knowing damn well that wasn’t what Bucky meant. You could feel the intense glare on your back and you smirked.

“You know what I mean,” he said through gritted teeth, “he doesn’t deserve any of your time.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re right–”

“I’m always right,” Bucky interjected, flopping his body back to look at the ceiling. You laughed, throwing the lotion bottle at his legs.

“As if. You’re maybe right forty-five percent of the time, maybe,” you shot your eyebrows up at him only for him to chuckle and forfeit. You climbed under your blanket and rested your head on the silk pillow next to Bucky, tracing small patterns at his hairline. Bucky closed his eyes and let you play with his hair, the soft motions lulling him to sleep.

“I’m just saying,” he yawned, “I’ll be your midnight kiss, if anyone should do it, it should be me,” another yawn. His voice was getting lower as he began to drift off to sleep. You smiled at him, glad you had such a great friend. You wouldn’t mind kissing him, actually, you had desperately wanted to kiss him for a long time. But surely he meant this as only a sad, pity kiss. Right?

It was New Year’s Eve and you were standing around the upbeat party looking for any available person, someone you didn’t know but could warm up to enough for the countdown kiss. Drink in hand, you shimmied your way around the dance floor, dancing with friends, chatting with coworkers, and eventually finding your way to Bucky. He stood in the corner with Sam and Steve, lightly nodding to the music playing while his two friends bickered like an old couple.

“Nice to see you guys here!” you greeted them, breaking their argument for only a moment before Sam went back to trying to convince Steve to kiss Sharon. You cozied up next to Bucky, his flesh arm wrapping tightly around your shoulders with a kiss to the top of your head.

“See anyone you’re interested in?” he asked, scanning the crowd as he took a swig of his beer.

“Not a single interesting soul in this room,” you spoke, watching his eyes fall to yours with a squint. You grinned, nudging his ribs and leaning your head against his chest.

“What happened to your date?”

“Eh, I called it off, just didn’t feel right,” he chugged down the rest of his drink before shaking the bottle and offering to get you one as well. Seeing as you had finished your drink off on the way over to the men, you followed him to the bar and ordered another fruity and very strong cocktail.

“Are you sure you didn’t call it off just so I would kiss you?” you shot your eyebrows up at him, sipping on the thin straw in your glass. Bucky blushed, wiping a hand through his hair before meeting your gaze.

“Are you saying you’ll kiss me now? Guess the plan’s working,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes at him, returning your attention back to your drink. Bucky watched your lips curl around the straw, perfect nude lips looking so soft, so succulent, he wanted so desperately to feel them against his. His eyes wandered across your brown skin, looking so divine against the rich gold of your velvet dress. His eyes met yours for a moment, taking in the beautiful color and getting lost in your presence. Before you could speak, your favorite song thumped through the speakers and you perked up, grabbing Bucky’s hand and tugging him to the dance floor reluctantly.

You danced against him, singing along to all your favorite parts as he sheepishly stepped side to side, metal hand on your hip and beer still in the other. You turned around so that your arms could wrap around his neck, his large thigh pressed tightly between yours as you slowed your movements. You danced together for what felt like forever, bodies pressed against each other, pure joy spread across your faces, Bucky’s thigh rubbing shamelessly against your crotch. You couldn’t deny the feelings he rose from you, the goosebumps that littered your skin, and the icy hot rush that spread down your spine. He was your best friend, he wasn’t supposed to make you feel like this.

The countdown finally arrived and you had yet to find a suitable partner to kiss, which left you in the group of Steve and Sharon, Sam and a lovely woman named Leila that he’d been seeing, and Bucky. The music was shut off and all that could be heard was the screaming countdown to midnight. Bucky had you leaned up against his lap as he sat in a tall stool, one arm around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder. Not an unusual position for the two of you to be in, you were often cuddled up, touching, or sitting in his lap.

As the countdown neared the end, everyone and their partners got close, waiting for the final number to strike so they could kiss. Bucky whispered the numbers in your ear, not being one to make his presence known by being loud.

“3…2…1…Happy New Year!” as soon as the words left your mouth, Bucky’s fingers were under your chin, pulling your face toward his and planting the softest, most vitalizing kiss on your lips. You stopped breathing. Air caught in your throat as you felt the husky taste of his beer-stained lips transfer to yours, tongue slowly slipping out and entering your mouth in a kiss so passionate you thought it would stop time.

When he finally pulled away, you exhaled, eyes trained on his blue ones that carried a soft and irrevocable love. You couldn’t speak yet, taken aback by the rush of emotions flooding through your body as you tried to process the kiss. You turned your body around, laying your hands on his thick thighs and never breaking your gaze. Bucky’s arm remained around your waist, opening his legs and guiding you closer to him between them.

“Buck…” you finally spoke, only able to get his name to leave your eager lips. He smirked, eyes flashing down to your mouth for a moment.

“Doll..” the sultry tone of his voice made your breathing hitch. It was low and drawn out, filled with indecent intentions and a gentle eagerness. You slid your hands to his hips, thumbs gently poking under his black t-shirt and feeling the soft skin that squished together from how he sat. Bucky hummed as he felt your fingers move across his skin, clenching his jaw and forcing himself not to slam his face back into yours.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered with a smirk. You scoffed playfully, stepping back from him so that he could stand up. He towered over you, chest pressing against yours as he stepped forward. He reached for his beer bottle on the table and finished it off, tapping the glass against the surface to call attention to your friends. They had all noticed the thick sexual tension and its momentary release when you kissed and tried to seem like they were minding their own business. Bucky nodded to them, indicating he was leaving and they didn’t protest, silently cheering as the inevitable was finally going to happen.

Luckily, the party was in the grand ballroom of your apartment, and it was only a short elevator ride to your place. You had managed to keep your hands to yourselves the entire way there, but as soon as Bucky latched the front door, your arms were around his neck and his mouth on yours. Bucky slid his hands to your thighs and picked you up effortlessly, sitting you on the kitchen island and working his way down your throat, to your clavicle, and down the deep swoop of your dress. Wet, fervent kisses were splayed across your skin as you tangled your hands in his hair.

Bucky pulled away for a moment, only to remove his shirt and hike up your dress, exposing your skin to the cold countertop. He leaned down, lips kissing and sucking on the skin of your thighs as he hungrily made his way to your center. You spread your legs for him, allowing him access to your body.

“No panties? Dirty girl,” he breathed heavily, seeing your dripping center fully exposed. You chuckled softly, biting your lip as you saw the fiery lust burn in his eyes as he took in the sight.

“I had to come prepared for the right man,” your hand brushed against his stubbled cheek.

“Did you find him?” Bucky smirked, flashing his eyes, now dark, up at you. You ran your tongue across your teeth and looked down at him.

“Hm, I don’t know, I guess it depends if he can make me cum.” Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, the sound that escaped him was low, a guttural growl that made your thighs twitch. His metal hand slid up your dress and laid on your abdomen, pressing into you until you laid down on the counter. Then he licked his lips, wet tongue sliding across those perfect, deep pink lips with desire, that tongue that you fantasized about feeling explore every inch of your body, that tongue that was just in your mouth moments ago, igniting feelings you didn’t know existed in him.

Bucky chewed on your thigh, sucking in the thick skin until he left a dark mark behind. Your breathing got quicker as he made his way up your leg, a trail of wet marks left down the length of your thigh until his tongue was merely an inch from your dripping core. Bucky flashed his eyes up to you, holding your gaze as you watched him slide his tongue across the length of your pussy. You moaned out, instinctively rolling your hips against his mouth which beckoned a dark chuckle from him.

“Mm, my eager girl,” you whined as his mouth left you to speak, “shh, shh baby girl, we’re just getting started.” Bucky delved back into your wetness, mouth latching onto your skin and sucking until you were swollen. His tongue laid flat, leaving small, soft strokes against your folds, your clit being sucked into his mouth at the same time. Whimpered curses left your lips, the feeling of him tending to your throbbing core made you hot. Your skin began to bead with sweat, warmth seeping from your body like you had fire in your veins.

Bucky wasn’t going to stop until he had you gushing into his mouth, filling him with every ounce of your sweet release. He wanted to taste you, taste the velvety cream that’d spill from your body and onto his waiting tongue. Nothing could be better, he dreamed of it for so long, devouring you as your body shook under his touch. The sound of your moans was something he hadn’t quite prepared himself for, they were long and high, a string of music that played beautifully into the air and took over his mind. Bucky’s cock stretched the fabric of his pants, hearing his name roll off your tongue so lasciviously brought him close to orgasm.

Your hands gripped his hair tight, his name tumbling out in screams as you felt the band in your stomach snap. Bucky growled against your pussy as you poured into him, sweet climax dribbling down his face as he attempted to catch it all, not wanting to waste a single drop. As your breathing calmed, Bucky kissed up your body, pushing your dress the rest of the way up until it was discarded over your head. He admired your chest, soft breasts and brown nipples perked and ready for his mouth. He licked circles around one, kneading the other in his metal hand.

“You’re so perfect, darling,” he moaned against your skin. His hot breath mixed with the cold wetness left behind on your nipple and tingled your body. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him against your body as his mouth sucked hickeys onto your shoulder. Bucky wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you to your bedroom, laying you down on the soft blanket before working on his belt. You stopped him, taking the belt into your hands and sliding off the edge of the bed until you were on your knees in front of him.

The sight before him was overwhelming. Pleasure and longing wracked through his body as the anticipation of your mouth on his cock grew. You tugged his jeans down to the floor, pulling his boxer briefs with them and he kicked them away. You looked up at him, his body completely naked and so, so delicious. Every muscle, curve, and scar made you flush with lust. His veiny cock was large and erect, staring you down as your hands glided up his thick thighs until you gently stroked his balls. Bucky immediately threw his head back, your fingers working expertly around his skin, gently rolling him in your palm before taking his head in your mouth.

“Oh shit, baby,” he groaned, trying desperately to calm the reactive buck of his hips. You swirled your tongue around his tip, sliding it down his shaft until you met his balls with your mouth. As soon as your mouth came into contact with him, he was dribbling precum. You licked your tongue back to his tip and sucked on him softly, tasting his anticipation. You moaned around his thick cock and you slowly moved your mouth down on him, taking every inch into your mouth, suppressing the gag that rose in the back of your throat. Bucky moaned, pressing his back against the wall as he gently rocked his hips forward, sliding himself in and out of your warm mouth. Your tongue curved to the shape of his cock, sliding it back and forth until he was panting. You pulled away with a wet pop, looking up at his begging eyes, pleading for release without saying a word. You smirked, bringing his cock back into your mouth and sucking faster, bobbing your head back and forth until the friction had him twitching between your lips. Bucky cussed, groaning as he spilled his seed into your mouth. You sucked up every drop of him until he grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you onto the bed.

“Buck!” you giggled, bouncing on the mattress from the force. He grinned as he crawled up your body. His mouth found yours and hungrily kissed and sucked on your lips.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this moment, doll,” he confessed, burying himself deep in the crevice of your neck.

“Bucky…you should’ve said something, I’ve been begging for you to fuck me for so long,” he perked up, looking at you with shock. He had no idea you felt anything for him until the kiss earlier. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours.

“You mean we could’ve been doing this, this whole time?” you laughed, sliding your hands up his rough back.

“Since the very first day, Buck,” he growled and bit your skin, playfully frustrated. You writhed underneath him, feeling his cock getting harder again. Bucky’s lips were on yours in a frenzy, kissing and biting, tongue sliding in and clashing with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as he ground his hips. Once he was fully erect again, he leaned back, sitting on his knees and caressing your dark pussy with his metal fingers. Bucky slipped between your folds and inserted two cold fingers into your entrance, beckoning a trembled moan to escape your lips.

“Mm, you’re so wet for me, baby,” he hummed, pumping his fingers in and out of your tight hole. You grabbed his wrist, holding onto him as he moved back and forth.

“Oh Bucky, baby I wanna feel you inside me, please,” you moaned. He did as told and removed his fingers, sliding his thick cock into your threshold until your lips were pressed against his skin. Your fingers dug into his shoulder and side, desperate for him to be closer, needing to feel his body in your hands as he fucked you.

“You’re so tight baby,” he breathed. Despite being dripping wet, his thick super-soldier cock stretched your walls to their brink. You were clamped down on him so deliciously that he would only need a few quick pumps to finish again. Bucky moved slowly, steady so that he didn’t hurt you, but you begged, begged him to fuck you so hard you saw stars. So he did. He picked up his pace, metal arm on the mattress, flesh hand holding your thigh open. He thrust back and forth, feeling your walls slide across his cock, drenching him in your slick as you screamed out his name. Bucky kept getting faster, more ravenous with each thrust until he was fucking you into the mattress with no mercy.

The bed creaked, thuds and slams against your skin echoed off the walls, lewd wet slapping could definitely be heard in the apartment next to yours, and Bucky’s pleasured grunts sent shivers through your body.

“So sweet for me baby girl, fuck, you’re so sweet for me, so wet,” Bucky panted, pushing your leg up and down into the bed, opening you up even more.

“Such a good girl for me huh? This pretty little pussy, just for me?” his mouth was at your ear, nibbling on your lobe as his words danced their way into your head.

“Yes baby, fuck, just for you,” you cried out before pulling him into a kiss to stifle the scream you felt brewing. Bucky could feel your walls tightening, gripping his thick cock with your swollen vagina.

“Oh darling, are you gonna cum for me? Huh, baby?” you could only nod as you felt it shock through your body. “That’s it baby, cum for me, cum for me,” he guided, his face pressed against yours as you screamed out his name. Sweat and moans mixed together as your orgasms rocked through your bodies. His heavy pants and dirty talk made your eyes roll back, hearing him beg you to cum was next level, the encouragement you didn’t realize you were so desperate for. Bucky released again, spilling into your warm vagina as you gushed onto his thick cock. With a few heavy pants and quite a lot of expletives, Bucky finally collapsed next to you. The pleasure lingering on each of your bodies like static electricity.

“So, how was your first New Year’s kiss?” Bucky smirked at you, eyes full of love. You shook your head, leaning over to kiss his chest. Your lips trailed from his peck to his face, splattering him with kisses.

“It helped me complete something on my New Year’s resolution to-do list,”

“Yeah? What’s that?” Bucky questioned, sliding his fingers down your arm as you lay on top of him.

“You.”

#bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #fanfic #bucky

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doyouwanttoseeabug · 3 years

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So, pre-identity reveal Bruce and Oliver at parties would be incredibly funny because-

Ollie's always been the less mature, more wild one, right? Like obviously they're both messes but when they both ended up in jail that one time in Vegas Bruce was there for counting cards way too obviously and Ollie was there for climbing up onto the Bellagio fountain buck-ass naked with fistfuls of Bruce's winnings and making it rain

But to the world, it looks like Bruce Wayne just fucked off for an indulgent gap-decade and then returned as the same old Bruce Wayne

Oliver Queen was stuck on an abandoned island for a year and survived with his bare hands and his fists alone and everyone knows

That's a horror story

"I don't really know if I can explain it, Bruce," says Ollie, sipping champagne. "I had to dig deep within myself to find the courage and determination to survive. I get that you, like, changed on your magical tour round asia or whatever, but. Brucie. Come on. You went and got high in Tibet. I had to hunt for my own food with my bare hands. It takes grit, man."

"It really changes you, Brucie. It really does. It's a crucible, man. Digs out the iron of who you really are inside. You probably can't relate, but I hope one day you go through something that shows you who you really are. Probably won't be as tough as my thing, though."

Bruce, gripping the marble sink in the bathroom so hard it cracks as he glares at himself in the mirror: "Your secret identity is more important than proving Oliver Queen wrong your secret identity is more important than proving Oliver Queen wrong your secret identity - "

Zatanna, who was a rich-kid wild child with both of them, Knows. She finds this hysterical.

"Ollie's right, Bruce. You of all people wouldn't get it."

Years later when the cowl comes off, Superman doesn't even get 'wow, you're Bruce W-" "Yes I am Bruce Wayne and I learnt to be Batman over my ten year pleasure cruise where I trained with and then defeated the League of Assassins but hey, some people had to forage their own food for a year, what could possibly compare to that? It's a crucible, right Ollie? Wouldn't you agree, Ollie? Really shows the man you are inside, right, Ollie?"

"Look, man, I'm sorry for not assuming that the man who had a threesome with Ryan Gosling just last week was actually the Batman - "

"I'm sorry, you did what?" says Hal, already opening up TMZ

"Jordan, don't you dare - "

"Hey, they got pictures! I mean, they're grainy but I'm pretty sure I can make out your nutsack - "

"I'm Barry Allen," says Barry to nobody. "This was...kind of a big moment for me. I guess no one cares, huh?"

#oliver queen #bruce wayne #bugs headcanons

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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My Oh My

A little bit older, a black leather jacket. A bad reputation, insatiable habits.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, oral (female receiving), HEAVY breeding kink, dirty talk, knotting, mating, beta in heat, blood

Word Count: 2132

Author’s Notes: I am sorry that I am such a whore. This is disgustingly filthy.

“Y/N?” Bucky has one hand on the steering wheel of the Jeep Wrangler, the other gripping his cellphone against his ear. He was headed back towards the ‘Pack Dwelling’, as some would call it, representing the large house in the middle of the woods that his pack all lived in. Bucky had been out meeting with the Stark Pack, a pack of ten located about two hours away from their property.

It was mating season, and having been more ESTABLISHED than the Stark Pack when it came to that time of the year, their alpha Tony had asked to meet up and give advice to his group of betas. Tony himself had been through MANY mating seasons with his mate Pepper, but his pack of betas were fairly young and hadn’t experienced anything related to the first heat. Tony and Bucky explained the process to the males, bringing in the females after with Pepper in tow to help explain to them how their heat would affect them. After staying for a late lunch Bucky finally said his goodbyes, thirty minutes from home when y/n called.

“Buck…” She whined on the other end, the alpha sitting up straighter in his seat. He KNEW what was going on from the sound of her voice, a deep growl leaving his chest. This was it, this was HER first heat. His foot instinctively pressed harder on the gas, a wild look of excitement spreading across his face.

Y/N and Bucky had been together for about three months now, and the moment his cerulean hues locked on her he KNEW she was his. She had been a member of the Romanoff Pack originally, but had lost their alpha in battle. The new alpha that had taken over was cold-blooded, had a thirst for human hunting, something SHE and half of her pack did not agree with. One night, while everyone was asleep, they made their escape, becoming omegas for a few months before stumbling upon Bucky and his pack in town. The rest was HISTORY.

“I know, doll. I promise I’m hurrying.” He was going at least twenty ABOVE the speed limit at this point, not giving a fuck as he traveled on the backroads of town. No cops ever traveled this far back, and there hadn’t been another vehicle on the road for at least ten minutes. “Are you alone?” He questioned, his cock stirring in his dark denim jeans.

“Yes, Peggy also went into heat about the same time as I did today, Steve has been taking care of her in their room. But the new betas, the ones without MATES, they can smell me. They’ve been trying to get in the room but I threatened to rip off their heads if they did.” She KNEW Bucky was pissed, a darker growl wafting through the phone speaker, hearing the sound of the Jeep speeding up.

“They KNOW better.” He snapped, hearing her hold the phone away from her ear as she screamed at the betas who continued to claw at the door. “They should know you belong to ME, you have the mark to prove it, don’t know why they think they can touch their ALPHA’S property.”

Bucky’s words make the wetness between her legs worse, her panties already soaked in her denim shorts. “You can deal with them when you get here. But I really need you to hurry, Buck. I’m SO hot right now.” It felt like her body was on fire, her hips bucking against the pillow on the bed to create stimulation to her clit.

“I’ll be there in FIVE. Then I’ll show those dogs who you BELONG to.”

Bucky barely gets the Jeep in park out in front of their rustic estate, ripping his seatbelt off and slamming the door, the muscles in his arms bulging TAUT against his favorite black leather jacket. The door smacks against the wall as he enters, making the female betas watching a movie on the couch jump.

“Where are they?” He questioned through gritted teeth, pulling his leather jacket off and dropping it to the floor carelessly. One of the betas points in the direction of y/n and Bucky’s master bedroom, his footsteps getting louder as he strides against the hardwood floor.

“BOYS!” His voice is booming, the low growl settling in his chest. The three young betas clawing at the bedroom door stop, turning to look at Bucky with fear in their eyes. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?”

One of the boys looks back at the others, visibly shaking. “W-We’re sorry, alpha. Y/N just smells so GOOD. We can’t help it, we don’t have anyone.” Bucky moves to stand directly in front of them, gesturing to the door which displayed THICK scratch marks now.

“You want her that bad, huh?” He snaps his teeth at them, making them flinch. “Get out of my FACE before I rip your throats out with my TEETH.” The boys scramble, knocking into each other as they sprint down the hall and into the kitchen.

Bucky turns his attention back to the door, jiggling the locked handle a few times before he hears it unlock, pushing it open. Of course the SCENT of her arousal wafted a mile down the road, the stench only getting stronger as he walked closer and closer to the bedroom. His eyes take in the site of his mate, his cock hard as a rock now in his jeans.

She had discarded her shorts and tank top by now, the heat overtaking her, NEEDING to be free. Her drenched panties still clung to her hips, her breasts completely exposed. She looked DAZED, like she was trying to see through a fog, her mouth open and panting for cool air.

Bucky kicks the door shut behind him, walking up to y/n and kissing her deeply, his hands running through her hair. She melts against his lips and his body, feeling him press his tightened jeans against her, a moan leaving her lips when she could FEEL how hard he was already for her. She’s panting again loudly when he breaks the kiss, his hands roaming over the beads of sweat along her back, caressing her body and placing kisses down her jawline. He gently walks them backwards until they fall onto the bed, all of Bucky’s weight pinning her down.

“Buck! I need you, I’m literally on FIRE.” She croaked out, her hands going up into his long locks and tugging. A deep growl emits from his throat again, his teeth scraping against the darkened mating mark on her skin, drawing a few droplets of blood. He’s licking and sniffing all over her neck and collarbones, snaking his body down hers as he scents her, marking him as HIS. This would keep the betas away for sure, her scent covered with HIM.

Bucky watches as y/n arches her back into him as his lips latch onto her breast, sucking for a moment before moving to the other. His lips trailed down her abdomen, stopping to place wet kisses just above her pantyline. “Gotta taste you first, you smell so DELICIOUS.” He teased, a sharp fingernail slicing easily through the thin fabric of her panties. He pulls the shredded bits away, admiring her folds as they glistened with her honey.

Bucky wastes no time, lapping against the juices on the outer folds before diving inward, his beard scratching PERFECTLY against her skin. Soft moans are falling from her lips, her fingers still toying in his hair, hips bucking into his face to take MORE. It isn’t long before she cums, sending sweet liquid to his tongue.

“H-holy shit.” Her eyes close in pleasure, Bucky slurping up all of the liquid she gave him before he pulls back with a smile. “Doll, you taste even SWEETER than usual.” He gets off of her to remove each article of clothing he still had on, kicking his shoes in with the pile, his cock slapping against his stomach as it became free from the fabric binding him in.

He steps forward towards the bed again, tugging on one of her ankles to pull her so her ass is RIGHT up against the edge of the bed, her legs instinctively flexing open at her sides. “Want to take you like this first, fuck you slow on my cock, see your face when I first press into that needy cunt of yours.”

Y/N whimpers on the bed, her flingers moving to tug at her pink nipples. “Please, Buck, NEED to feel you now. I promise I’ll be GOOD.” Bucky settles against her slit, the tip of his cock red and angry, a light sheen of pre-cum leaking out. He lines himself up, one of his hands gripping her hip as he pushes in. His eyes focus on her face, watching it contort with pleasure at being filled finally. His cock was long and girthy, y/n’s cunt swallowing him in until he couldn’t push in any further.

He barely moves backward before she cums again, tears falling to her cheeks from how incredible it felt. “Baby please move, need MORE of you.” Her nipples are hard from the way she pinched at them, one of her hands moving down so her fingers can press against her clit. Bucky’s hips move back so he’s halfway out of her before plunging back in again, bottoming out. He can HEAR how wet she is as he picks up his pace, a rumble stirring in his chest.

“Doll, you feel so good, so wet for me. Look at you, milking my cock for more.” He fucks her like that for a few minutes before pulling out, y/n whimpering at how EMPTY she felt. “Get on your hands and knees, ass up.” She does as she’s told, rolling over onto her knees and sticking her ass up high. Bucky SHOVES his cock back in, going deeper in this position than he had been before. His rough hands grab onto her hips, his nails digging into her skin as he fucks into her animalistically.

“So fucking good, look so BEAUTIFUL on your alpha’s cock.” Her walls tighten as she cums a third time, mumbling nonsense, a lazy smile spreading on her face. Bucky chuckles, one of his hands moving into her hair, tugging her flush up against him. He tilts her face so he can see her, her eyes fighting the urge to close. “Look at you, going fucking STUPID on your alpha’s cock. Can’t even stop yourself from coming, like the whore in heat that you are.”

She’s drooling a bit, letting him fuck her senseless. “Yes alpha. I’m a whore in heat, only for YOU.” He can feel his orgasm building, a guttural groan escaping his throat.

“Gonna cum in that sweet cunt, fuck you down onto my KNOT to fill you full.” The hand on her hip snakes around to rub over her stomach, his hips snapping against her harder. “You’ll look so good all SWOLLEN with my pups, gonna keep you full of my cum always, make you my breeding whore.” Y/N loses it again, submitting as she cums one last time, the hand Bucky had in her hair moving forward to grip her throat, touching along their mate mark.

“You like the thought of that, huh? You came just from THINKING about me using you as my breeding whore. Maybe when you’re heavy with my pups I’ll bring you out into the living room and make the beta boys WATCH as I fuck you, let them watch what a whore you are for me. Let them know who you belong to as I fuck you stupid.” She’s whimpering at how good all of it sounds, swallowing as best she could with his hand around her throat.

“Y-yes alpha, PLEASE, want you to do all of that. Want you to breed me, tie us together with your KNOT, want to be your breeding whore.” Her words are all it takes before his knot builds inside of her, tying them together as she wanted, ropes of cum spurting deep inside of her, breeding her full. Her stomach BULGES from all of the cum that’s pumped inside her, wincing at the sting of the knot as it locked her into place. Bucky releases his hand from her throat, her body heaving forward and collapsing on the bed, his own body resting atop hers.

He places gentle kisses to her shoulder, nuzzling against her. “Did so GOOD, doll. Can’t wait till we have a little family of our own.” She smiles, her breathing finally steadying and the fire on her body dissipating a bit.

“A little family of potential alphas to take their daddy’s place someday. I like the sound of THAT.”

#alpha!bucky #alpha!bucky x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #marvel fic #marvel smut #marvel #bucky barnes #doubleleoenergyworks

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Sweet Pea Pt. 3

Summary: Your father is the leader of a biker gang, you got out and moved away, years later you return searching someone out with only one person to turn to. (I suck at summaries sorry)

Warnings: smut, got a little bit of fluff, alcohol consumption, tobacco use, tipsy sex (consensual) 18+ ONLY

(If I forgot any let me know)

AU: Beefy Biker Bucky x Fem Reader

A/N: Gifs from Destroyer just speak to me for these parts. I'm (kinda) sorry. Open for any requests! Reblogs and feedback are deeply appreciated!

PART 1 PART 2 PART 4

SWEET PEA MASTERLIST

GIF NOT MINE

Bucky hoped you would change your mind, that you would give up looking for your father and just stay.

He didn't leave his motel room or turn his phone on all day in attempts to avoid the situation.

The quick knock on his door made him curse under his breath, standing from the bed to open the door. You standing on the other side, looking down at your phone.

"Why aren't you dressed?" You sighed when you saw his t-shirt and sweatpants, pushing past him.

"Yeah, just come on in, doll. That's fine with me." He teased, letting the door handle go so the door would fall shut.

"Come on, Buck. Its 6pm and you're not even dressed." You whined, running a hand through your hair as you opened his fridge.

"I swear, it's like you never even left." He breathed a dry laugh, pulling some clothes from the dresser.

You gave him a questioning look, opening the can of knockoff soda you had snagged. "What do you mean?"

"Well," He reached a hand over his head to pull the t-shirt off swiftly, tossing it to the side before continuing. "You come back, after 2 years of not talking to me, let me fuck you at the bar, twice, and barge into my house without so much as a call. Like nothing ever happened."

You were only half listening as you eyed his torso, eyes following along the thin vein that went from his hipbone to under the waistband of his sweatpants that sat low on his hips.

He snapped his fingers, clicking his tongue. "Oh, wait, that's right. My number is still blocked. Huh, how wild." He snarked, pulling a white t-shirt on.

You snapped out of your daze, registering what he had been saying. "For one; this is a motel room, not a house. Two; you blew my phone up for a month straight trying to convince me to come back. And three..."

You thought for a minute, trying to think of a reason. "You seduced me, and its not going to happen again." You gave him a pointed look.

He breathed a laugh and he changed out of the sweatpants. "I seduce you? Yeah, okay, we'll go with that."

"Let's just go and get this over with."

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Bucky put the kickstand of his bike down before the two of you got off of it, walking towards the house that loud music echoed from.

"James, this is a party." You slumped your shoulders, dragging behind him.

He stopped in front of you, turning around. "Yes, Doll. It's a Friday night, people tend to have parties on weekends." He said like it was obvious, scrunching his nose.

"Now, come on. It's usually only new recruits here so stay close, little punks are always grabby." His fingers wrapped around your wrist and he tugged you to follow.

Bucky was completely right. You were only a few feet into the front door and a hand grabbing your ass made you jump, bumping into Bucky's back.

He whipped around and shot someone behind you a cold glare, posture straightening to show how tall and broad he really was. "Hands off what's not yours." He snapped at the boy.

"Just keep walking, James. Ignore it." You sighed, turning him back around and nudging him to keep walking.

"Fucking kids..." He mumbled, not even trying to hide his annoyed state that only made him look more intimidating as he turned down a hallway that only had an arched doorway.

It led into to some kind of lounge room, mismatched couches and chairs around a table, small TV mounted on the wall.

Unlike the rooms before that smelled like cigarettes and cheap beer, this one smelled of cigars and whiskey, and was a good bit quieter than the rest of the house.

"Bucky! Good to see you." An older man said, pulling himself away from a conversation with a few other people in the room. "Hey, Tazz. You remember sweet pea."

The man in front of you had been friends with your dad in your childhood but moved away before you hit your teens and became more involved in everything, moving back just a few months ago.

"Boss' kid, of course I remember. All grown up now. How'd I know she'd be the first girl you'd bring to one of my parties." Tazz chuckled, taking a seat in one of the recliners by the table. "You hear from him recently? She's looking for him."

Tazz pressed his lips into a thin line, shaking his head lightly. "No, haven't heard from him in about a week."

He gave you a sympathetic smile and tilted his head to the side. "Let me make a few calls around, I'll see if I can find him for ya. Stay for a little while, enjoy yourself."

You looked up at Bucky's hopeful expression, letting out a heavy sigh. "What the hell." You caved, Bucky's heavy arm draping across your shoulders so he could pull you into his side.

"There's my girl." He smirked, walking with you back to the main part of the house where mostly everyone else was.

Bucky kept you close to his side, hand stuffed in your back pocket as the two of you socialized with a few people Bucky knew, beers in hand.

He finished off the beer and looked down at you. "Want another, sweet pea?" He asked, giving your ass a light squeeze. "Yeah, I'll come with you." You nodded.

He discarded the empty bottles into the trashcan and got in the fridge that seemed to be bare of food and filled with nothing but the cheap beers everyone was drinking.

He handed you one after popping the cap off and the two of you returned to the living room where the people Bucky was talking to had moved to sit on the couches.

He took the last seat in a recliner and tugged you to sit on his right thigh, arm wrapping around your back to rest on your hip, your legs slotted between his knees.

"So, Bucky. How long you been hiding this one away?" A younger boy said, a cocky smile on his face as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

You waited for his answer, looking down at him with a cocked eyebrow as he lit a cigarette.

His tongue jutted out to lick a stripe across his bottom lip, breathing a dry laugh. He wanted to say you were his but he couldn't, you were going to be leaving him again for New York.

He flicked the zippo closed and looked at the boy, shaking his head. "Not together, jus' go way back." He shrugged, his voice bland.

The boy nodded and reached his hand out towards you. "Mason." He said as you shook his hand.

Bucky knew what Mason was doing and wanted to break that hand, trying to focus on his own gloved fingers toying with the belt loop of your jeans.

Mason's eyebrows shot up when you told him your name, leaning back into the couch. "Boss' daughter, naughty Barnes." He tutted.

"Yeah." Bucky replied through clenched teeth, tone low.

The people sitting on the couch became engulfed in their own conversations and three beers in you became engulfed in Bucky, reaching your hand up to feel his much shorter hair.

"Why'd you cut it?" You asked as he kept his eyes trained on your face and enjoyed the feeling of your body casually leaning into his. "Only kept it long for you, Sugar. You weren't around to tug on it anymore."

You rolled your eyes at him and let your hand fall to his shoulder, feeling the hard metal that hid under the leather and cotton layers. "Of course that is your answer."

His lips curled into a smirk, heavy hand gently gripping your thigh as you took a long drink from your beer. "I'll grow it back out if you stay. You can tug it again."

"No."

Two more beers and you both were starting to feel it, not drunk, just tipsy.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your and lifted his left leg over your knees, nuzzling his face in your neck to nip at your jawline. His stuble scratchy on you skin as you let out a giggle and swatted his thigh.

"Stop it." You said with a laugh, his hand slipping under your shirt to lay flat against your waist.

He pulled away and looked at you with a smile, dropping his leg back down.

That lazy, tipsy smile reminded you why you ever had feelings for Bucky in the first place. Moments like these when he was all smiley and handsy, trying to sneak a feel like he hadn't done it a million times before.

It nearly made you forget why things didn't work out before, his hand moving to your thigh that was closest to him as you looked into those ocean blue eyes.

His hand that was behind you reached to pull your head closer to him so he could whisper in your ear for no one else to hear. "Need you, sweet pea."

His low, husky voice against your ear sent goosebumps across your skin as he discreetly tilted his hips up to press against your leg, showing how he was starting to harden under you.

"Bucky-" He cut you off with a shake of his head, pressing his lips to the spot under your ear, arousal starting to pool in your underwear.

He peppered soft kisses across your jaw and to you lips, nudging the tip of your nose with his, fingers tangling in the back of your hair as he pulled you closer for a deep, slow kiss.

"Bucky, no fornicating on the chair. Guest bedroom!" One of people on the couch said clapping their hands together to get his attention.

"C'mon, baby girl." He muttered, urging you to stand. He instantly grabbed your hand, sending his friends a wink as he guided you down towards the hallway on the other side of the room.

"Good luck, don't break anything!" One of them called from behind you.

"I think it's this one." Bucky said reaching for the door handle to open it. He quickly shut it back at the sight of a man's bare back, glaring at you when you let a laugh slip.

"Guess this'll just have to do." He said pulling you into an empty bathroom.

Anticipation grew as he lifted you onto the counter by the sink, slotting himself between your legs. "First time we hooked up was a lot like this. Wasn't it, sweet pea?" He smirked, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your jeans.

"Shut up and fuck me, J.B." You breathed, pulling him in for a feverish kiss, teeth knocking together as his hot tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring everywhere it could.

You ran your hands over his shoulders under the leather jacket, guiding it off of his shoulders and down his arms. He let it fall to the floor with a soft thud, tugging his gloves off to drop them on top of it.

He broke away from the kiss long enough to unbutton your jeans and tug them all the way down your legs with your underwear until they joined the leather on the floor, lips crashing back to yours.

"Getting impatient." You muttered against his lips, fumbling with his belt before popping open the button of his jeans and tugging the zipper down.

He leaned away from you, hands gripping your thighs to tug your hips forward with a smirk. "You know I always take care of my girl, sugar." He teased, pushing his pants down past his ass.

Your hands scrabbled to grab onto his shirt when he fully buried himself inside of you with one thrust, every nerve in your body tapped at the motion.

"Shit." You cursed under your breath, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, other hand gripping the edge of the counter under you as you bucked your hips in sync with his thrusts.

You moaned out when his metal fingers tangled in the back of your hair, pulling your head back so he had full access to the column of your throat, sucking light marks into your skin.

He angled his hips to thrust into your gspot, eliciting a strained moan from you, grasping the fabric of his shirt in your fists. "You're so fucking tight, baby. I fit so perfectly in your pretty pussy." He moaned, brushing his lips along your collarbone, thrusts speeding up as his finger dug into your thigh.

Your entire body felt alive, melting into his touch and relentless pounding, the coil starting to tighten in your belly. "Fuck, Bucky." You breathed out, his grip loosening on your hair to grab your jaw.

"Whose are you, sweet pea?" You tried ignoring his words, his lustfilled eyes boring into you before he slowed his thrust to an almost lazy pace, pressing a brisk kiss to your mouth.

You whimpered and bucked your hips for the friction you wanted. "Answer me or I'll stop. I can feel you squeezing me, I know your close. I know your body like the back of my hand."

The grip on your jaw tightened. "Whose are you?" He growled, snapping his hips forward. "Yours! I'm yours, please, bucky, move!" You cried out, digging your heels into the small of his back to push him deeper.

"Thats right, sweet pea. All fucking mine." He groaned, smashing his mouth to yours, pressing his tongue into your mouth and returning to his relentless pace.

He slid against every nerve so perfectly, easily finding all of your sweet spots until you were panting his name through your ear ringing high.

"You're milking me baby, fuck." It only took a few more thrusts and he was spilling into you with a low, melodic moan, fingers digging into your thighs.

Your bodies relaxed, breathing heavy and hearts pounding as you came down from your highs.

"Change your mind about staying yet, Doll?" He said with a smirk.

"Nope."

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Flying High, Falling Fast

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; fingering, oral, fucking, subtle creep factor, deceptive charm, the usual fare you know

This is dark!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You meet the new Captain America at an event and impress him with your homemade project, but his interest is more than friendly.

Note: We all need some dark!Sam, right? This is a pretty long one shot, just over 7k words but it was super fun to write a character I don’t get to a lot. But I hope you love him as much as me!

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You’d never been to a meet and greet before but it seemed like the perfect opportunity to meet up with Reese. The two of you met a year and a half ago on a Discord server for PC builds and eventually waded through the awkward blank cursors to real conversations. Little updates on new additions to your machines, memes about coding, and the occasional gaming session. He became a stalwart in your mostly solitary existence between work and your empty private life.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Reese but you felt safer meeting a stranger from the internet in a public setting. Plus, it was his suggestion. His roommate fell through on attending the event with him and you eagerly accepted the unclaimed ticket. Of course, Reese insisted it was his treat but you made him promise to let you pay for lunch.

Even more exciting, you were going to meet the new Captain America. THE CAPTAIN AMERICA. You wanted to squee but had to play it cool as you waited with Reese in the winding queue.

As exclusive as the meet and greet was, it was stiflingly crowded, even more strenuous as you and Reese tried to adjust your rapport to a face-to-face environment. You mostly ended up chuckling and struggling for some cogent thought.

“What’s in the bag?” Reese asked, finally cracking through the stunted small talk.

“Oh, oh my god, I almost forgot,” you carefully lifted the bag and opened the top to let him peek inside, “I made this last year during lockdown. It’s silly but it was fun.”

He poked his finger around the opening of your drawstring knapsack and his brows rose in surprise. The drone had taken you most of your spare time but you hadn’t yet had a chance to do more than hover it around your bedroom. It was an exact replica, or exact as you could get, of the former Falcon’s Redwing.

“Holy shit! You never mentioned it,” he said.

“Oh, well, I guess… I never thought to. I just spent about an hour or so whenever I could, getting it together. Most of the time was spent on programming,” you closed your bag and let hit hang from your elbow, “and that’s another checkbox on the nerd list.”

“Please, look who you're talking to,” he joked with a snort.

You smiled at him sheepishly and looked ahead of the bodies in front of you as the line shifted forward. He wasn’t exactly disappointing, if anything, he was exactly what you expected. Skinny with black-framed glasses and a bright tee with the Captain’s shield emblazoned across his chest. He wasn’t bad-looking and thankfully not an incel.

“So, uh, you gonna give it to him or something?” Reese asked.

“What-- uh, no, I was hoping he’d sign it actually,” you chewed your lip anxiously, “if I don’t spaz out and just walk away.”

“Right,” he scoffed, “the last time I went to one of these I almost passed out.”

“Oh? Who was it?” you wondered aloud.

“Tony Stark. But I was still in high school,” he explained, “everything else sells out before I get to it. These I got by luck. If David hadn’t swiped them, we’d be standing outside wishing we were in here.”

“I can’t believe he passed on the ticket,” you uttered.

“I’m happy he did,” Reese said, “it made it easier to convince you to meet.”

“Well… we didn’t have to--”

“I’m teasing. Sorry. I’m not very… experienced at this,” he fidgeted.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged as you moved with the line, “I’m just nervous about meeting Captain America, you know? You’re not as intimidating… but I like that.”

“Uh, thanks,” he laughed as you got closer to the table and fidgeted with the straps of your bag. You were almost there.

You stepped up when the people ahead of you cleared away and you couldn’t help but stare at Bucky Barnes’ metal hand as he signed Reese’s special edition Blip magazine. He cleared his throat and you looked the Winter Soldier in the face.

“Oh, sorry,” you slid the poster you got from the shop on the way in onto the table and he unrolled it and signed. You tried really hard not to focus on his hand, you were so curious as to how it all worked. “Thank you.”

He smiled through tight lips and said, “your welcome” before you sidled down to Sam Wilson as you rolled up your poster.

“Don’t worry about him,” Sam said, “he hates these things. I can’t take him anywhere.”

His laughter received a sharp look from the super soldier. Sam took Reese’s magazine and asked his name. You were too lost in thought to answer when he asked for yours. You coughed and sputtered as you tried to remember and Reese answered for you, adding that you were nervous.

“I, uh, oh,” you lifted your bag, “I was hoping, maybe, you might sign this instead,” you handed the poster to Reese and reached into your knapsack, “if you don’t mind?”

You carefully placed the drone on the table and his brows shot up in surprise. He lifted it just as you let it go and admired it as he leaned back, “you make this?”

“Yeah,” you answered shyly, “doesn’t have all the cool features like yours but it flies.”

“That’s awesome,” he put it back down and uncapped his marker, “where do you want me to sign?”

“Just on the top is fine,” you pointed, “thank you so much.”

“My pleasure,” he put his signature after spelling out your name and he grabbed the drone again, “hey, Buck, look at this? I don’t see any fancy arms that need signing.”

“Shut up,” Bucky grumbled and eyed the drone, “pretty cool, though.”

“Thanks, uh, well, we should get out of the way,” you said.

He handed you the drone and smiled. You began to shuffle away and he called you back to the table, “you code? Do a lot of programming?”

“Mostly just corporate sites,” you answered.

“Here,” he reached into his pocket, “send me a text. I think I know some people who’d like to meet you.”

“What?” you took the card rigidly.

“Sure, we’re always looking for techs,” he said, “and if we can’t find a spot for you, maybe you can see the real Redwing. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Wow, thank you, you… don’t have to do… that,” you stuttered.

“I’d be stupid not to,” he waved off your protests, “you go have fun, you two.”

You backed away and turned to walk away with Reese as you shoved your drone back in your bag with the card, numb with disbelief.

“Wow, I can’t believe…” you trailed off as you mind wandered.

“Me either,” Reese said oddly, “that’s… wild.”

You looked at him and smiled. He didn’t look mad, only serious. You tightened the neck of the knapsack and slung it over your shoulders.

“So what are we doing for lunch?” you asked.

🌠

In the two weeks since you attended the meet and greet, you and Reese kept up mostly online, many arrangements interrupted by your real life responsibilities. It wasn’t until you offered for him to come with you to the SWORD labs that he had any free time for you. After a stressful text exchange with Captain America, you were too anxious to go alone and he was more than welcoming when you asked to bring a friend.

You stood on the subway as Reese sat and played his Switch. He was jittery as you kept your own nerves hidden just beneath the surface. You found it easier to stay standing as you felt as if you might combust if you sat.

“This is so awesome,” he said as he zipped his Switch up in its case, “thanks for inviting me.”

“I figured I owed you since you got the tickets for the meet and greet,” you said, “and it’s been a while.”

“Sorry about that, work’s been nuts,” he stood as you approached your stop and held onto the pole above your hand, “I kinda skipped out on half a day for this.”

“No,” you frowned, “you didn’t have to--”

“And miss a chance to see the real Redwing? Come on,” he scoffed.

“Oh,” you hung your head, “yeah, I guess that’s worth it.”

“I didn’t mean-- I’m happy to see you too, it’s just kinda a big deal,” he said as you approached the door with the few other passengers readying to hop off.

“No, I get it,” you hooked your thumbs under the straps of your knapsack as the doors slid open and you stepped out onto the platform, “I just… I couldn’t go alone. It’s so… scary.”

“Scary? Jeez, Captain America invited you to a job interview!”

“No, that’s not--”

“Uh, yeah, that’s exactly what it is but I promise, I won’t get in the way,” he said as you head for the concrete stairs, “maybe if he needs an extra coder I might piggy back.”

“Uh huh,” you came up onto the New York sidewalk and came into view of the immense SWORD building, “well, I don’t think it’s all that.”

“So why’d you bring this?” he tapped your bag as you neared the large glass doors and men in suits with coiled wires at their ears squared their shoulders.

“He asked me to,” you said as you were approached by one of the big security guards.

“This isn’t public entry,” he said sternly, “no tours.”

“I have an appointment or… I’m expected,” you pulled out your phone and pulled up the electronic pass Sam sent you, “see?”

“Hmm,” he eyed it and took your phone without asking. Another guard came and scanned it with his phone, “checks out but we’re gonna called down Mr. Wilson and get confirmation.”

“Oh, okay,” you fidgeted as he made no move to return your phone. Reese seemed to shrink as the two men spoke into their headset and nodded at each other.

“Hey,” the glass door burst open as Sam appeared and strode towards you, “hey, sorry, these guys are such buzzkills,” he approached and patted one of the men on the shoulder, “they’re with me.” He assured and waved you after him.

“Um, my phone,” you said to the taller man with the buzzed head. He tilted his head wryly and held out your cell between two fingers. You took it and followed Sam to the doors.

“Anyway, we were just going over some basic maintenance today and I thought you might like to observe. See everything that goes into keeping me and my toys in the air,” he smiled as he held the door and nodded at Reese, “nice to see you again, man.”

“You too, Cap...tain,” Reese answered dumbly.

“Sam is fine,” he chuckled back and tailed the two of you across the lobby as he pointed you towards the elevators. He made Reese look even more like a stick bug. “You bring it?”

“Yeah, it’s in my bag,” you stopped yourself from popping your knuckles out of nervousness, “thank you so much for this. I usually work in cubicles so… uh, yeah… I don’t know what I mean.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous, you built that thing all by yourself? I’m sure you’ll fit right in,” he said.

You got off the elevator and had to hold in a gasp at the shining laboratories as the hi-tech equipment gleamed through the glass walls. Sam led you down the curved staircase onto the lab floors as techs and assistants in both lab coats and starched suits milled around the tables along the edge of the room.

“Hey, Greta,” he called out as he showed you to a metal table, “get a look at this.” A woman with twisted red hair approached as Sam tapped his fingers on the table, “show her,” he urged you.

You swung your bag around and took out the little red and silver drone. You placed it in the middle of the table and the woman, Greta, tilted her head curiously.

“You said you can make this thing fly, right?” Sam asked as Reese watched from the other side of the table.

“Um, yep,” you unlocked your phone and brought up the beta app you designed, “just…”

The drone rose slowly and steadied before you as it hovered over the metal. Greta lifted a dark brow and ran a nail along her chin thoughtfully, “cute.”

“Ah, come on, tell me that isn’t awesome? She did it all by herself,” Sam boasted, “so, what do you think? She’d be a great tech, huh?”

“Tech? I…” you blinked and giggled, that was absurd.

“Does she have a resume? A list of her credentials, at least,” Greta rebuffed.

“Greta,” Sam warned playfully, “I’m her credentials. I’m giving her a reference right now. Hire her.”

“What?” you mumbled under your breath and you saw Reese’s eye cling to Sam darkly, almost enviously.

“You know, if I hadn’t let that kid go for hi-jacking the alpha, I’d tell you to go back to breaking your toys,” she warned, “but I trust you and… I cannot say I’m not impressed,” she narrowed her sights at the floating drone, “how long did this take you?”

“A year or so,” you answered, “it was… just meant to be a hobby but--”

“Well, make it your life,” she said tersely, “Wilson, you deal with HR, Sheila likes you better.”

“Leave it all to me,” he grinned and she walked away.

“Here,” he turned back to you, “I’ll show you the operating system for the real deal.”

He ushered you and Reese over to a computer after you lowered your drone. The real Redwing sat on a module next to the screen and Sam punched the keys and took a hooked earpiece from a small stand, “put this on.”

You slipped the earpiece on as he revealed a bracelet and adjusted it on your wrist, a small ring looping up your index finger.

“Bend your finger,” he said and you did it, “lift it up, back… like that.” Redwing rose and you watched in amazement, “tilt your head…” the drone aimed in the same direction as your head, “now back,” it flew higher, “just like that. You’re getting it.”

You steered the drone in a circle and Sam helped you maneuver it back down. He let you hand the controls over to Reese who had more fun with it and nearly took out one of the workers. He apologised and Sam just chuckled, though it didn’t sound so amused.

When Redwing was back in its place, Sam took you all around the room to show you every gadget; his wings, his suit, all his little weapons, and even pulled up some Wakandan schematics of Bucky’s arm. Much of it wasn’t in English however and you could only decipher what was visually laid out.

He left you there for a moment as he excused himself to chat with a tech about his wings. Reese huffed and leaned against the wall. You were quiet, mostly stunned, though your usual reticence could also be blamed.

“I don’t think you should’ve brought me,” he said, “I told you it was a job interview.”

“I didn’t know, I thought you would enjoy it,” you felt awful as Reese had given up trying to hide his jealousy.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “well, it is pretty cool but…”

He was interrupted as Sam returned, “sorry about that, guys, I kinda messed up one of the engines on the wings on my last mission.”

You smiled and said it was fine. You hadn’t expected so much attention and thought it would be a brief little show and tell, not an entire tour. You returned to the table where you left your drone and shut down the app. You packed up your Redwing, it felt lighter but you were sure you were just imagining things as your head spun. You looked down at the bold signature across the shell and knotted the drawstring above its nose.

“Sorry, I…” you took your bag from the table, “I hate to bother but is there a bathroom I can use.”

“Oh yeah, just head back up the stairs, left of the elevators,” Sam pointed above, “we’ll wait here, there’s one last thing I wanna show you.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you headed for the stairs and latched onto the railing before you could trip upwards.

You bumbled up the stairs and after a brief moment of blankness, you found your way to the bathroom. You quickly slipped into the stall and spent a minute at the mirror after washing your hands to get your head straight. It felt like a dream, or worse, a joke.

You headed back out and Sam was waiting just by the elevators to your surprise. You pursed your lips and glanced around, “where’s Reese?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, he left,” he said as he shoved his hand in his pocket, “said he wasn’t feeling it.”

“Really?” you shrunk, just a little, “erm… that’s too bad.”

“Yeah, kinda weird, I don’t think I’ve ever just ditched a girlfriend in the middle of the city,” he said.

“Girlfriend? Well… it’s… it’s early,” you rubbed the back of your neck, “I hope he’s okay.”

“Damn, I hope he didn’t ruin it, I still wanted to show you the shield,” he intoned, “but if you’re not feeling up to it--”

“No, no, I’m here, that would be awesome,” you forced a smile.

Had you done something wrong? Was it rude to invite Reese and have all this rubbed in his face? You thought he’d feel worse if you didn’t invite him. Your doubts flurried in your head as you stepped onto the elevator with Sam, chewing your cheek as you tried not to show your disappointment.

You were brought back to the present as the metal doors opened and Sam nudged you as you stared right through the open space. You stepped out ahead of him and he caught up and walked beside you as he explained what was hidden in every room; mostly offices and training gyms.

He unlocked a door at the far curve of the circular hallway and jiggled until it opened. He pushed it open and the lights flicked on automatically.

“Bucky,” he grumbled, “he almost took the handle right off… so now I gotta fight it.”

“Oh,” you entered as he beckoned you inside and you looked around the spacious office.

“You know, there’s lots of paperwork when you take out a whole bridge, even if it is an accident,” he laughed, “and it gives me a place to show this off.”

He went to the wall where the shield was held on small metal hooks and slid it out easily. The vibranium sung in the air as he turned to you and held it out.

“You wanna?” he asked.

“Sure…” you murmured as he turned it around and held it so you could hook your arm through the straps. He let it go and stood back to look you over.

“It suits you,” he said, “got your own Redwing and you hold that like a real champ. Maybe it’s time I step aside.”

You laughed nervously and shook your head. You peeked down at the metal and lifted and angled around as you admired the smooth curve.

“Thanks,” you offered it back to him and he took it with one hand, “for everything.”

“You’re taking the job, right?” he prodded, “it’s perfect.”

“Mmm, well, I got a job--”

“Better than here? Better than suiting up the Cap?” he chided.

You bent your ankle under you and swayed on your feet. It was a great opportunity and way better than your desk job. It just felt like you didn’t deserve it.

“I need an answer. Greta doesn’t like indecision,” he said.

“O-okay, okay,” you surrendered, “I… if I said no, I’d feel even worse.”

“You won’t regret it, promise,” he said, “if you do, Redwing is yours. The real one.”

“No, no, I’m…” you rocked as you gripped the straps of your knapsack, “I’m sure I won’t.”

🌠

Your two weeks notice rolled by. Your boss was less than pleased by the sudden departure but you didn’t care much as you wouldn’t have to deal with him for much longer. You wrapped up your last day with your replacement and left feeling free, though the anxiety of your job loomed on the other side of the weekend.

In those weeks since your visit to the SWORD facility, you hadn’t heard much from Reese. That night when you messaged him to make sure he was okay, he didn’t say much more than ‘just tired’. After that, he was always offline when you signed onto the server and all your co-op requests were declined. You were ready to give up.

Oh well, it was an online thing anyway, you were stupid to think it could work out.

But you were not entirely isolated. To your surprise, you got several messages from Sam, you still couldn’t help but think of him as Captain America and feel like you had nothing interesting to say to a hero. When he found out you liked to game, he even joined you for a session on headset but again, you were hyper focused and quiet. You were flattered that he was trying to make you feel welcome, that he even bothered to get you a job, but it all felt so above you.

When you got home that night, you logged in and sent a request to Reese, just one last attempt. He didn’t even respond, even after fifteen minutes of waiting. You shut down your PC and grabbed your switch instead. You changed as the system updated your Animal Crossing and flopped onto your bed.

You laid across the mattress, one leg over the edge and the other bent. You ran through, planting, fishing, and selling as you tried not to think too much. You’d done enough of that lately. You zoned out as your eyes narrowed at the small screen but in your peripheral, you felt a shadow move. You shrugged it off as the sunlight playing through the curtains and rolled onto your side to ignore it.

You kept on, ready to log out as you didn’t want to spend another Nook Ticket to go to and island and get nothing but flowers. You heard a subtle whirring and glanced over at your computer. It was sleeping and it was never that loud. You noticed that light shift again and turned. There was nothing. Nothing but your dresser and the signed drone, just as you left it.

You squinted and turned off your Switch. You went out to the front room to drop it back in the dock. You stretched and grabbed your phone from your purse to put in an order for some take-out. You stopped as you noticed Sam’s unanswered messages.

‘Whatcha doin’ tonite?’ and several that assumed you must be busy.

‘Sorry, got caught up gaming,’ you replied guiltily.

Your phone shook before you could close out of the chat and you answered as Sam’s name flashed across the top.

“Hello?” you squeaked.

“Hey, hope I’m not buggin’ you but I thought-- stop, Jesus Christ, sorry, we’re on our way to dinner and we hoped you might join us.”

“We?” you echoed.

“Oh, ha, yeah me and Bucky, Greta, and some of the techs. Not too many of us but you’re more than welcome,” he said, “since you start on Monday, it will be good to get to know some people.”

“Y-yeah, for sure,” you answered. It felt more an obligation than an invite. You didn’t want to come across snobbish or lazy even if you’d rather eat fried noodles and watch some trash reality TV.

“Great! I’ll send you the address,” he growled and hissed under his breath, “sorry, again, I’m just dealing with this-- I’ll see you there. Save ya a seat.”

He hung up abruptly and you stood dumbfounded staring at your jacket. You dropped your phone back into your purse and headed back to your room. You had to find something to wear that didn’t seem like you were trying too hard or not trying enough.

As you entered, that same whirring floated through the air and suddenly stopped. You looked around confused; not a fly, not your PC acting up, nothing. You grimaced at the poster with the star emblem across it and went to your dresser to pick out an outfit. It was probably the neighbour fucking around. Apartment living was rarely peaceful.

🌠

The restaurant was bustling as you were met by the hostess at the door. You told her you were there to join the party from SWORD. She showed you to the table and Sam saw you above the din and waved to you then shoved Bucky over on the cushioned bench.

“Right here,” he pointed as he waved you over and stepped aside to let you past. You sidled along and sat, apologizing to Bucky as he rolled his eyes, “not too late.”

You gave your drink order as a waiter came by and shrugged out of your jacket, letting it bunch up around your back. Sam offered his menu and introduced the people you didn’t know at the table; alongside Bucky and Greta, were Xan and Wyatt. You said hello and opted for the fiesta salad as you set aside the menu.

“Are you excited?” Sam asked.

“For what?” Bucky huffed, “she’s gotta put up with you.”

“Hey,” Sam took the lemon off the rim of his glass and tossed it at Bucky, “he lightens up… sometimes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky grumbled but you could hear the humour in his voice.

You sank into the background as the night went on. You spoke up when you were called on but felt it hard to assert yourself, especially with someone as outspoken as Sam beside you. Still, he made sure to make you feel included when you started to feel forgotten. For that you were grateful and he was right, it made you feel a little less anxious about your first day.

As you came out onto the sidewalk, your wallet painfully lighter, you bid goodbye to everyone but Sam hung around. You clutched your purse and peered down the street.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said.

“Ah, you know what, I shoulda asked that guy, Reese? How’s it going with him? He your boyfriend yet?”

“Ha, no,” you sucked in your lip and took a deep breath, “I don’t even think we’re friends anymore.”

“Oh no, what happened?” he asked.

“I dunno,” you said wistfully, “but it is what it is.”

“He’s missin’ out. You’re a cool girl,” he said, “building drones for fun. Kinda why I had to snag you, you know? Someone with your skills, that’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you chortled, “no.”

“Well,” he checked his phone, “how are you getting home?”

“I’ll just take the train,” you said, “my place is only about a ten minute ride from here.”

“You sure? I can give you a ride,” he said.

“Nah, really, you’ve done… more than enough.”

“Alright, well, see you Monday?”

“Monday?” you wondered.

“I’ll pop in before I head out,” he said, “got a mission so I might not be around more than that.”

“Okay, Monday,” you confirmed, “see ya.”

🌠

Monday was a whirlwind. It started on a high as Sam suited up and showed off his wings before he headed up to the jet pad. Greta muttered that she was happy he’d be out of your way before she went through the task of getting you acquainted not only with the tech but with their workplace rituals. It was a lot to take in but you did your best to absorb every word and second.

When you got home, you had a folder full of notes and spent too long going over them before you remembered the groan in your stomach. You ate a lazy super of Kraft Dinner and lazed across your bed doing nothing but watching Youtube tutorials on your tablet. You fell asleep early and woke to your alarm and a dead tablet.

You got up, got dressed, ran out, and did it all again. The first week dragged by and yet it felt like you didn’t have enough time. On Friday, you got home and fell across the couch in your work clothes. You held your phone above you and scrolled dozily through your feed.

A dot popped up and you flicked over to your notifications. The selfie you posted on your first day at the lab with Sam in his suit had lots of hearts but your first comment was less than pleasant. Beside Reese’s icon was all caps: MUST BE EASY SLEEPING YOUR WAY INTO A JOB!

Your heart pattered and you sat up. You deleted the comment but another soon appeared; several as you kept deleting and finally blocked him. ‘Slut, whore, dumb bitch…’ it was the last thing you expected from him.

You opened Discord and clicked on his chat. ‘What’s going on? Why are you doing this?’

The text flicked across the bottom that Reese was typing but he stopped and you sat there for what felt like forever before his response popped up.

‘I can’t believe you brought me all the way there to rub my face in all that shit. And for what? You should’ve just told me I had no chance and I woulda left you alone. If you wanna fuck Sam Wilson, do it, but don’t chain me along like your little bitch boy. Get fucked slut.’

You flinched as you read it and re-read it. You typed shakily as your eyes watered. ‘I’m not fucking Sam and I wouldn’t. I brought you there because I wanted to and thought you would like it. I didn’t know you felt so strongly about it. But I see what you think of me so I only wish you the best and hope you find peace.’

You sent the message but just as quickly, you were blocked from sending any more. You tossed your phone and fell back against the couch. That must have been why he took off but you couldn’t figure out how he thought you of all people were sleeping with Sam Wilson. Really? He was just another incel after all.

You phone jangled with your annoying ringtone and you grabbed it, expecting to be insulted by Reese again but it was Sam calling. You really weren’t in the mood to talk with him. You just wanted to be left alone. But you couldn’t just ignore Captain America.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey, I just got back in town. Whatcha doing?” you could hear the wind in the speaker.

“Just got home. I’m exhausted. Probably gonna just nap.”

“You okay?” he asked after a moment.

“Fine,” you said dully.

“Don’t sound fine,” he said, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you insisted.

“Oh, so it’s not what that boy said on your photo?”

“You saw that?”

“You tagged me, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, no, it’s…”

“Shit, don’t listen to him. He’s just a boy, he blew his chance and he’s bitter about it,” he said, “how about I come over, make sure you’re really okay?”

“No, I don’t think--”

“Ah, come on, don’t make me worry all night about you,” he chided.

“Sam, you really--” There was a knock at the window and you froze. “Sam?”

The line clicked and you heard the tapping again. You lowered your phone and went to the window. Outside, geared up in his wings and suit, Sam hovered before the glass. You blinked and he rapped again. You snapped out of your shock and unlocked the window and slid it up.

“What are you doing?” you asked, “wait? How do you know where I live?”

He grabbed onto the frame and hooked his leg through as he retracted his wings. He bent under and sat half-in and half-out of the window, “forgive me? I did a bit of snooping in HR.”

“I told you not to come. I really don’t feel up to-- It’s really weird that you’re here,” you sat as he ducked pulled his other leg through and stood, “Sam, I think you should go.”

“You shouldn’t be alone, especially after that moron sending you that shit,” he said coolly as he took off his tinted goggles.

“Well, I want to be alone, so you should--”

“I mean, I haven’t even fucked you yet and he’s jealous,” he snickered, “so I guess we should give him a real reason.”

“What are you talking about? That’s… gross. You should go--”

“Come on, girl, you think this was really about a drone,” he tossed his goggles down and set his shield on the chair as he strode around the room, “convenience. I want you close.”

“I don’t--” you looked down at your phone, “get out, Sam.”

The tone of your finger pressing ‘9’ sounded and he spun quickly to face you. He stormed over to you before you could hit ‘1’ and ripped it from your grasp.

“You’re gonna call the cops and say what? I’m Captain America,” he snarled, “but you can just call me Cap.”

He winked and threw your phone out the window smoothly. You gasped as he chuckled and lifted his wings off his back. He leaned them against the wall and stretched out his shoulders. He looked around as he twisted his tongue between his teeth.

“I like this, looks cozy,” he toed the side of the couch with his boot, “look better with you on it.”

You watched him stroll around the coffee table as he unzipped the collar of his suit. The scene was like some tainted nightmare. Maybe you’d fallen asleep. You were so tired you must have just passed out but you weren’t waking up.

You spun around and ran into the small hallway that led to your door. You were caught from behind, pulled back by the nape of your blazer as Sam tutted. His arm went around your waist and he lifted you off your feet. He turned and carried you back into the front room. You kicked and writhed as his strength enwrapped you.

“Please, please,” you begged, “I… I don’t understand. This isn’t-- this isn’t what I wanted. I didn’t--”

“Baby girl,” he cooed as he brought you close to the couch, “be good and listen to your Captain. Now stop this.”

“No, no,” you gulped at air as the panic rose in you, “I never-- please, you don’t have to do this--”

“You gotta do what I say,” he snapped and flung you onto the couch, “I don’t want to make you.”

You looked at him as you trembled in fear and disbelief. This couldn’t be. He was Sam Wilson, the Captain America; he was a nice guy.

“You have one minute to get naked,” he said and you just gaped at him, “you gonna make me repeat myself?”

Your throat tightened as his dark eyes bore into you. His hand balled to a fist and finally you found an ounce of strength. You pushed your legs over the edge of the couch and slipped out of your blazer. You stood carefully and watched him cautiously. You had to look away as your hands quivered over the buttons of your blouse.

You turned and folded your shirt over your blazer. You could hear him behind you as you unbuttoned your pants and pushed them down your legs. The question of what you were doing flitted through your head but the fear pulsed through you and took over.

“Ah,” he sighed and you peeked back as he freed himself of the top half of his stealth suit.

You turned back and hesitated. You knew there was more, you knew what he wanted, but your body locked up as your fingers curled and your insides knotted.

“Let me get that,” he came close and his fingers tickled along your shoulder blades and he unhooked your bra, “hmmm,” he let go and the cups fell off your chest, “almost there, baby.”

He stepped back and you shuddered. You dropped your bra and hooked your fingers under your panties. You wiggled them down a little at the time and heard the intake of breath as you pulled them down entirely. You stood still, unable to move, too mortified to face him.

“Come on, baby,” he said, “get comfortable.”

You inhaled and turned slowly. You went to the couch as he shed his undershirt and added it to the pile atop his shield. He looked at you and tilted his head as he licked his bottom lip. He snarled as he took in the sight of you and pointed you to the couch.

You sat and hugged yourself as he stripped off his pants along with his boxers in a single swipe. You flicked your eyes away as you glimpsed his hard dick as he stood straight and you stared at the open window. You smushed your lips together in horror and held in the tide of tears.

He came closer and you tried to tune out the room. This couldn’t happen. It just couldn’t. You felt his hands on your knees and he urged your legs apart. You resisted for a moment then let him guide your limbs. It would be over sooner if you just let it happen.

He knelt on the floor as his hands kneaded along your thighs and framed your vee as he leaned over your lap. You winced and he kept your legs from closing as he pushed his body between them. His thumb grazed your folds and he pushed between them. You let out a hushed gasp as he swirled around your clit.

“See, it’s not so bad to be good, is it, baby?” he purred, “you’re wet already.”

He slid his thumb up and down and spread the wetness along your cunt. You were shocked and humiliated by your obvious arousal. You shouldn’t be turned on by this. Your body was not listening to your mind, it was obeying his touch.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he turned his hand and poked along your entrance with one finger.

He pushed inside and you clenched around his intrusion. He pulled in and out and added another finger. Your nails clawed at the cushion and you pressed back into the couch. He kept his thumb on your clit as he worked his fingers inside of you and the tension clustered between his fingertips.

“Oh, baby, listen to you,” he bet forward and replaced his thumb with his tongue as he kept fingering you.

You turned your face up to the ceiling and squeezed your eyes shut. You bit your lip as the ripples radiated from your core and your breath hitched. His hand moved faster as he suckled at your bud and his free hand groped your chest blindly. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you came, your back arching as you pushed into him.

He teased you through your climax and pulled away only as you quaked and whined at his unyielding touch. He drew his fingers out of you and sat back to lick them clean. You peeked down at him and quickly away as his eyes blazed back at you.

“Up,” he stood and stroked himself shamelessly as he strode around the coffee table, “put your hands on there.”

You rose unsteadily, legs shaking beneath you as your entire being felt like jelly. You went to him and turned your back to him. You bent over and he grabbed your ass and squeezed with a growl. You gripped the table and hung your head as the cool air grazed your cunt.

He shoved his hand between your legs and rubbed you again. He stepped closer and bent his knees as he lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in between his fingers as he spread you wide. You choked as his tip poked inside and he eased himself inch by inch into you. He held your hip as he reached his limit and groaned.

“Baby, oh god damn,” he thrust so that your whole body jerked. It was painfully delightful. Of the few men you’d been with, he was the biggest, or at least the thickest.

He rocked slowly and a moan escaped your lips. Despite the torturous pressure of his intrusion, you could ignore the pleasure laced in the pain. His hand brushed up your as and along your back. He bent over you as his fingers curled over your shoulder and he pressed his body to yours as he fucked you.

You kept your head down as you tried to measure your breaths and the pathetic noises rising from you. He pushed his hand down your stomach and between your legs again to play with your clit. He moved his legs against yours and forced them together so your cunt hugged him even tighter. He grunted and you whimpered as his fingers added to the new pressure.

He sped up so that the table scraped against the floor but kept you up with one arm around you. He rutted into you wildly as his sultry voice filled your chest and his heat consumed you. You cried out as another orgasm swept through you and your cunt quivered around him desperately.

He pulled you up suddenly so you stood on your toes. He tilted into you as he brought his arms up around yours and tined his fingers behind your head. His flesh slapped yours loudly and you opened your eyes as you heard a familiar whirring. The drone flew before you, the signature on its shell, but a light blinking at its nose. Yours didn’t have a light.

“What--”

“Ah, yeah,” he rasped through rampant breaths, “looks like they got mixed up.”

“Huh--” you sucked in your breath as he thrust harder and deeper.

“I didn’t mind, he helped me keep an eye on you,” he said as he nuzzled you above his hands, “you look so cute in your little tee shirts.”

You groaned and leaned your head against him as another rush of fear was met with unwanted bliss. You murmured senselessly as he picked up his pace and the drone came closer. He purred as you felt his muscles tighten.

“Don’t worry,” he puffed, “I’ll make sure the boy knows he was right.”

He buried himself in you, nearly taking you off your feet, and twitched as he emptied himself into you. He rocked his hips subtly as he rode out his climax and stilled you as his voice gristled to rampant pants. His arms fell to embrace you and he kept you flush to him as he lingered inside.

“Or I can keep that little video to myself…” he brought his hand up to cradle your chin and poked his finger along your lower lip, “it’s all up to you, baby.”

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 3 - Bonding

Welp…there he was…in an intermediate dance class, thankfully Bert taught the class (he actually taught a good handful, he was just the main beginner class teacher) so Harry wouldn’t be thrown into a whole new class with no familiar faces. Harry held down a smile as he remembered the jealous faces of his ex-dance classmates as Bert told him about his ‘level up’ the day before. He had only been at the studio for a month before he was leveled up, his schedule had changed a bit as well, before he was only going to the studio three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now he would be going Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. His hour-long classes turning to two as Bert led Harry’s fellow dancers through new and much more complicated steps.

The only good thing that had come out of this was that his classes now ended at the same time as (y/n)’s, and now he would be able to go across the hall to pick her up instead of going from the back of the school to the front as he did when he was still in beginner.

Harry sat on the floor as he slid on his ballet shoes, strapping them to his feet and tossing his bag against the wall, standing with a sigh and walking over to where Bert was talking to the dancers.

“Any of ya hear of the ol’ bamboo?” Bert asked, taking a step back and grabbing a long stick, twirling it in his hands. The whole class shook their heads, well minus Harry, who just rose his brow. “well, this is what ya gonna be learning for the end of spring performance next year, the beginners are doin’ Step in time, ya will be doing ol’ bamboo, and the expert class is doing ballet, with miss charming as their star” Harry perked up at that, so that was the performance Esmerelda was talking to (y/n) about huh?

“So!” Bert clapped his hands, grinning at his students “let's start with the lyrics, shall we?! It is a musical performance after all”

By the end of the two hours, Harry was kinda exhausted, less exhausted than the rest of his classmate's thanks to his isle-bred stamina but still…very tired and very sweaty. Harry wiped down his face and neck with a cool towel and changed out his shoes.

“Hi~” Harry looked up, unable to keep the smile off his face as (y/n) looked down at him, hanging her head upside down while doing so “How was class?”

“Like usual” Harry simply replied, looking back at his shoes “Wha’ are yeh doin’ here? I thought yer class ended a bit after mine?” (y/n) just hummed, grabbing Harry’s bag and holding it open for Harry to toss his dance shoes in, then handing it to him as he stood.

“Ended early, Esméralda had an appointment…do you want to go get ice cream?” Harry rose his brow as he looked to (y/n), who gave an unsure smile.

“Ice cream?” Harry hummed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked to the ceiling “Do I-Harry Hook-want ice cream?” (y/n) rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder gently. “Ice cream sounds good” Harry chuckled, patting (y/n)’s head and offering his arm again, once again ignoring the spark running through his skin as (y/n) hands wrapped around his arm.

“Yay! There's this new place I've been wanting to try! But no one will go with me! I'll drive us there!” Harry smiled at (y/n)’s rambling, leading her to pull him along to the parking lot where her car was.

“No-no no no no, the egg travels back in time and it creates a new timeline, and then later it's revealed that there's another egg that was corrupted that ALSO traveled back in time, but that one’s helping the yiga clan.” Harry licked his lips free of his chocolate ice cream, narrowing his eyes as (y/n) finished her mini-rant about one of her favorite games lore.

“So,” Harry started, setting down his spoon and tilting his head “the egg? Is-a time-traveling mini guardian?? And-the princess, Link or whatever-“ (y/n) looked at him with puffed cheeks.

“Zelda! Link is the knight! Zelda is the princess!” Harry made a face.

“But if the stories mostly follow Link, why is it called Legend of Zelda!?” Harry gave a smug smirk as (y/n) huffed and wiped the corner of her lips free of her ice cream.

“Becauseeeee oh! I remember! Well don’t quote me on it, but the first game was originally going to be about Zelda exclusively, then they made Link and they found the new story worked better, they just kept the original title.” Harry hid his smile behind another mouthful of ice cream, (y/n) was pretty cute when she went on her video game rants, Legend of Zelda being one of her favorites. “Okay, at some point you have to play one of the games, especially breath of the wild, you can barrow my switch” Harry chuckled, setting down his now empty cup of ice cream.

“Alright then” Harry started, grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth “sounds fun?” (y/n) beamed in excitement, dancing in her seat a bit.

“Yes!...I can’t wait to see your ass kicked by a lynel” (y/n) cackled, laughing louder as Harry gave her an odd look.

“From how yer laughing, that tells me it's not a fun thing ta fight?” Harry guessed, smiling as (y/n) nodded through her laughter.

“Lynels are harder to beat than the final boss, which is bullshit but I digress” Harry turned to see Audrey, who was smiling at (y/n)s giggling self “side note; it’s a little odd to see you two hanging out” she waved off Harry’s slightly offended look “not in a mean way, more; you're both from a different crowd and Chad likes to say shit about you to (y/n)…though she” she gestured to (y/n) who was coming down from her giggle fit. “doesn’t like listening to Chad, so I should have expected this.”

“Damn right, hell will freeze over before I actually listen to his dumbass” (y/n) chuckled, finishing off her ice cream and looking up at Audrey, who was picking up her shopping bags again and going to leave “What are you doing here by the way?”

“Oh just some shopping, trying out a new style and all that, good day you two!” Audrey sauntered off, leaving (y/n) and Harry alone once more.

Harry looked back at (y/n) at the same time she did, they both smiled and (y/n) nodded back towards the parking lot of the mall they were at “Wanna get started on breath of the wild?”

Harry smiled, turning to toss his empty ice cream cup in the trash can behind him “Sounds fun”

“No! Dodge to the side! YES! Okay, mash the Y button!” Gil and Uma stepped into (y/n)s dorm room, having been looking for Harry for the past two hours after he didn’t return from dance class, and Gil had suggested looking for Harry in (y/n)s room.

Uma had thought it was a stupid idea but humored Gil, only to be surprised to see Harry and (y/n) in bean bags as Harry button mashed the controller he held in his hand, sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration. “Uhhhh Harry?” Uma called out, leaning back a bit as Harry shushed her.

“I’m fighting a lynel and am about to die I need silence!” Harry yelled, leaning forward into his controller, tossing his hands up in shock as the red-maned lynel finally died “FUCKING FINALLY!” (y/n) cheered along with Harry, laughing as he pulled her into his side.

Uma and Gil gave each other a look, Uma smirking before walking towards the two and pulling Harry up to his feet “Awesome, you beat a video game mini-boss, I've been looking for you for two hours” Harry seemed to come down from his victory high and gave a sheepish smile.

“Oh uh…sorry?” Uma hummed and nodded, grabbing his arm and waving to (y/n).

“Say bye to (y/n) Harry” Harry waved (y/n) goodbye as she giggled and saved Harry's game, switching the profile to her game.

“Bye (y/n)” (y/n) beamed at him, waving at him as he was pulled backward by Uma towards the door.

“Bye Harry!”

Uma pulled Harry out of the room, rolling her eyes a bit as Harry continued to wave until he was out of (y/n)s sight. Gil followed them out and closed the door behind him. “You are so smitten” Gil laughed, very much enjoying the way Harry’s face lit up.

“No-no I’m nae” Harry stuttered, pulling out of Uma’s grasp and stomping ahead of them “Yer out a yer mind Gil” Uma and Gil shared another look.

“He’ll realize it at some point, I give it another month or two” Uma mumbled, smirking as Gil patted his pocket where his wallet was.

“Three, twenty bucks” Uma nodded and the two shook hands to seal their bet, jogging forward to catch up with their flustered friend.

Jane sat against the wall of mirrors, watching you move about the almost empty room as you practiced your part from the duet Esméralda had assigned you. Jane wasn’t all that knowledgeable in the world of dance but it wasn’t hard to see you were struggling, not in the way of movement but in the way of conveying emotion in your dance.

It almost seemed….stale, if anything, the dance was supposed to convey two people falling in love, but Jane; as far as she knew, knew you had never fallen in love so it would be hard to convey that exact emotion. You had really only known platonic and familial love.

You stopped, collapsing to your knees as you heaved for breath, sweat dripping off your brow. Jane furrowed her brows in concern and stood, grabbing your water bottle and walking over to you, she kneeled beside you and handed you the bottle, staring at you as you greedily downed the water. “Are you okay?” Jane asked, mentally wincing as it was obvious that you weren’t.

You gasped as you finally took the bottle away from your lips, shaking your head “I just-I just can't seem to get this right, Esméralda says if I can't find the emotions I need to convey in this duet then she’ll replace me and-and” you sighed, letting your head fall between your shoulders. “I can't let them down” Jane furrowed her brows.

“Let who down?” Jane asked, unsure of who you were talking about, as far as she knew your parents didn’t really pressure you about your dancing, they were wholly supportive and understanding through every bit of your journey through dance.

“…I don’t know” you whispered, curling up and resting your chin on your knees. “My parents? Me? Grandpa? Esméralda? I’m not sure…but I feel like if I don’t get this right, I’ll be letting someone down” Jane rubbed your back, unsure of how to comfort you. You stood after a few moments and walked over to the stereo. “One last time, okay? Then I’ll be done for the day”

“Okay,” Jane mumbled, going to sit back down against the wall, starting up the camera on your phone to record you one last time at your request so you could see any mistakes you made.

You stood in the middle of the room, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as the music began.

And you danced.

-end of part 3-

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@daughter-of-the-stars11 @musicarose @random-thoughts-003

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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Oh, What A Ghost!

Ghost! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Vampire! Reader

Summary: Being a pervert gets you punished, not that he minded.

WARNINGS!: Biting, oral (male and female receiving), face riding, fingering, butt stuff, blood, voyeurism, masturbation, orgasm denial, toys, a lot of nsfw content. Sub! Izuku

Category: Smut

Word Count: 5.4k+

A/N: Did I shove as many kinks into this as I could? yeah<3 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! :)

Just To Clarify:

They’re consenting third years (aka 18+)

There is a heiarchy but Izuku totally tears it down

This was a fun monster!au I made up :)

It’s Halloween lmao.

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“You’re such a pervert, Izuku~”

“H-HaaaH! (L/N)..! Pl-please-! I’m- mmMM!! I’m s-ssorry-!”

“Is that so?”

To be honest, you never thought this would happen, never thought you’d be given the opportunity to make a move on your crush in such a.. bold and licentious fashion.

He did have it coming, though, considering you caught him red handed.

Ghosts were always so sneaky and aberrant, their ability to walk or float through walls and turn invisible offering a plethora of possibilities for activities, both good and bad. You didn’t expect such an ‘innocent’ and kind boy to partake in such activities that his race was known for, and yet, you weren’t all that surprised when you found out that he lived up to the stereotype.

Then again, most monsters did.

It was mostly inevitable, after all.

Just like how ghosts were perverts, vampires were sadists. And that’s exactly what you were.

Poor little Izuku, he had no idea the true trouble he got himself into, and on such a respected night as well.

Halloween.

October 31st.

The holiday was bigger than any other, the entire island, or at least the participating parts, went all out with decorations every year.

From lights to festivals, everyone went nuts.

It was the day that worshipped the supernatural, after all.

In a world where humans and creatures, previously thought as myths, coexist, humans have always overpopulated the monsters, and so schools built just for them popped up all over the globe. The one you and your dear friend, Midoriya, attended happened to be the most famous one, known for using monsters ability to fight against those who used it for wrong. It truly was thrilling, and it saved those previously in public schools from the bullying that occured all too much.

The school, UA, was like a pot of stew, all kinds of monsters mixing together. Werewolves, witches, wizards, zombies, vampires, ghosts, and so many more. Though, most typically stuck with their own group, but it wasn’t uncommon for people to branch out, just like how you were friends with a ghost and a zombie.

It took society a long time to accept monsters, and some still dont, but who needs them anyway, right?

Besides, to you, monsters were much more fun, especially when vampires and sirens were considered the top of the hierarchy.

Ghosts, ghouls, and zombies were at the bottom, their power not all that great, but vampires and sirens, alongside werewolves, were at the very top, the most well respected and feared monsters.

Though you were looked down on by your fellow vamps by befriending a ghost, you couldn’t care less.

As months flew by, and two school years came and went, you found yourself falling madly in love with the man who captivated you.

If he didnt float and walk through walls sometimes, you wouldve assumed he was a different class from how he held himself, strong, and not weak and defenseless.

You loved it.

But there was always something that made you question him sometimes, how he’d disappear without saying a word, how he’d be flustered around you one day and not the next. It was strange, but you never looked into it.

Little did you know, the dirty little ghost was up to absolutely no good.

His.. habit manifested out of fear, ever since that summer camp that occurred the first year, and he saw how badly wounded you were, he grew protective of you, even if you were miles ahead of him in strength. He’d check up on you somtimes, turning invisible and poking his head in through your dorm room window.

He knew it was wrong, peeking into a girls room- at night.. but.. he couldnt help himself.

He swore he would stop, but he never did.

One day, he happened to catch you.. doing quite a lewd act. He knew in his gut he shouldve floated away, to not be a peeping tom, but his large green eyes were glued to your perfect body, and how your fingers dipped in and out of your wet flesh with a squelch and moan that made his virgin cock twitch in his shorts.

Was it wrong to grab his dick, bucking into his hand as he watched you get off to an audio?

Maybe..

No, it definitely was!

But you.. you were so!!

So hot!

He lost count of the amount of times he’s cum on his hand watching you cum on your own, far too many.

But he slipped up today, let a moan escape past his hand and suddenly your ruby red eyes met his own.

He knew you couldnt see him, but he knew that you knew he was there!!

You smirked, showing off your sharp fangs, “Izuku.”

The pure shock he felt from hearing you say his name made him manifest into thin air on accident, collapsing to his knees as ghost costume covered his indecency.

There was a Halloween party tonight, and he dressed up as his race thinking it was funny- but it wasn’t really funny anymore.

And so, that led him to where he was now, willingly beneath your naked body glistening with sweat from the full moons silvery light pouring in through the window as you ground your bare pussy against his sensitive cock.

You pinned his arms above his head, your hungry gaze boring into his soul, he couldnt deny how hot it was, or how true your words were.

He was a pervert.

“Y-yes!” He cried out, tears pricking at his eyes from the embarrassment he felt at being caught, “I’m s-sorry..!”

His breath caught in his throat when you leaned down, your face hovering over his own.

“Mmm.. I don’t know if I can believe you, ‘Zuku.. How can I know you’re really sorry?”

You batted your eyes at him, pouting, such a devious thing to do.

“I-I’ll do a-anything t- haaahh.. nn.. t-to prove it..!”

He was so cute.

“Anything?” You pondered.

“Yes-“

You cut him off with a kiss, and you couldnt help but grin when he moaned against you.

This kiss turned into another, and another, and soon you were finally making out with him. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but eventually you both fell into a rhythm, him whimpering each time you rolled your hips against him.

Swiping a tongue over his quivering bottom lip, he eagerly opened his mouth, just for you to invade his maw, greedily sucking his sweet tongue into your mouth, causing him to give in and buck up against your sopping warmth, giving your clit delicious friction.

“Mm-!”

Pulling away, his mouth chased your own for a second, “H-hah-! (L/N)!”

Pressing a finger to his plump lips, you pushed his head back down against your pillow.

“Say.. you wouldn’t mind if we’re a little late to the party, would you?” You smiled coquettishly down at the squirming boy covered in scars and freckles.

Gulping rather loudly, he shook his head, eyes wide and face burning red, his hormones going wild. How could he say no, when his crush was rubbing her naked self against him and enjoying it?

He would be a fool, a damn fool to say no, he wanted it too much. He wanted you, and he would say just about anything, do anything you wanted, to have you.

“Mm~ Good boy.” The praise went straight to his gut, butterflies forming and going wild inside him, making his hands clammy.

Reaching over, you dug around the drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a pair of red and black leather handcuffs that matched your curtains and rug.

Izuku let out a whine as his wrists were cuffed to the bed, giving in immediately.

“Bad boys don’t get to touch.” You teased, tapping his nose and watching as it wrinkled.

But this just meant you couldn't get his shirt and ghost sheet off, not that you particularly minded. You didn't need him completely naked.

Fulling slipping off him, you watched for a moment as his cock twitched, begging for you to come back to it.

It made you giggle, and he flushed like a cherry.

Sauntering over to your closet, swaying your hips in a hypnotic way Izuku couldn’t ignore, you dug around, soon finding the glittery box you were looking for and pulling it out, showing it to him with a cheeky grin.

“W-whats in that.. (L/N)..?”

“(Y/N).”

“Huh?”

“Call me (Y/N), love.”

“O-oh…” Biting his lip, he looked conflicted for a split second, clearly inwardly debating if it was okay, before stuttering out your first name, only adding to the joy you felt.

Flipping the light switch off, your red fairy lights hung around the room made it glow crimson, your favorite color, especially on him.

The red glow made the atmosphere that much more romantic and sexy, his eyes reflecting the colors. It was like you were in the red light disctric in a dirt cheap hookup hotel, about to fuck your boyfriend who insisted upon not getting caught. How utterly disgraceful, and yet the thought excited you.

Setting the box down beside him on the bed, you sat at the bottom of the mattress, in front of his sock covered feet, noting how his hips wiggled impatiently and how he looked away with his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

Still so shy despite you rubbing yourself on him earlier.

“Look at me, darling.” You purred, dragging your nails up his leg to catch his attention.

Hesitantly, he turned his head, nervous eyes meeting your own.

It was rare that he saw them so red, the signature sign of a hungry vampire. They were captivating, and he found himself diving into their depths, drowning in you without you even touching him.

Placing your hands on his knees, you spread his legs apart, eliciting a mouse-like squeak from him.

Even with his pants on, he felt so bare..

His heart jumped to his through when you gripped the hem of his pants and boxers, “Mind if I take these off?”

How polite of you..

He nodded his head, unruly green locks bouncing as he did so, squeezing his eyes shut.

“GAH” He screeched when you suddenly used your vampiric speed to pull them both down quickly and toss them so fast to the other side of the room that they slapped against the wall like a wet fish.

He was stunned, staring blankly at them, about to question it when he was cut off with a guttural groan, your lips suddenly wrapping around the tip of his weeping cock.

“H-hah-! A-ah! (L/-)- I me-an (Y/N-N)—! Wh-! MMMM!! Oh!!”

Despite your own mess covering his member, which definitely delighted you, you could still taste the salty precum dripping out as your tongue licked over his slit, his back arching from the stimulation.

He couldnt help but buck up pathetically with a mewl, only to have his hips pinned down to the mattress with one of your hands.

“Ah, ah, ah~” You whispered against his tip, piercing eyes cutting into his skin like a poisonous knife as you dared him to fight against your hold.

He gulped, accepting his fate with a shaky breath.

Content with his obedience, you licked along the underside of his cock, savoring his musky flavor.

“Hnn! Hoahh..”

He was so.. vocal.. even with the slightest touch, you’d get a reaction out of him. It was fascinating, and only made you want to see how much more you could pull from him before he lost the ability to speak a coherent sentence.

Slipping his member back into your mouth, you swirl the tip of your tongue around his bulbous, flushed head, reaching up to grab the discarded lube you had left on your bed,

“MmMm! O-oh..! My G-gosh..! Haa-!”

Squirting some of the clear jell-like liquid on your palm, you wrapped your hand around his shaft, smiling when he jumped, just to start pumping you fist up and down.

“G-GAaAh! Oh, (Y/N).!”

He himself found it hard to not thrash around from the intense pleasure he was feeling at the moment.

He couldnt help the drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as you began to bob your head up and down his member whilst simultaneously twisting your hand up and down his shaft, squeezing in places that made his mind go blank for a second.

He just felt so good!

It was so much different from pleasuring himself!

He had no control over his ecstasy, no control over how fast or how slow you went, and he loved it-!

“HyAAh!” He cried out like a girl when you suddenly deepthroated him, his tip pressing down your throat as you wet mouth squeezed and sucked on him like your favorite lollipop.

His hips fought against your hold as his head flung back, tears pricking at his eyes as you sucked him for all he was worth, his poor, over sensitive cock.

“O-OH! Oh, NnnNGH!! HaaA ! AAaaAh! (Y-Y/N)..!!!”

His handcuffs clinked together as his body began to shake, a warm feeling spreading in his lower stomach as his muscular thighs began to tense.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, out of nowhere, intense, and electrifyingly cosmic.

His hazy green eyes rolled back, tongue flopping from his mouth as white hot and tangy cum squirted from his dick down your throat.

You greedily sucked it down around him, causing his entire body to jerk and twitch, cries and babbles fleeing past his spit-slick lips, the oversensitivity making his nerves burn in an oh-so good way.

Popping off his softening cock, you crawled back up his body, staring down at his cute, chubby, sleepy face.

You pinched his cheeks, pulling at it, successfully catching his attention and making his darkened eyes focus on you.

“O-oh-!” He stuttered, face burning impossibly hotter as he watched you seemingly savor his flavor with lidded eyes.

“We’re not done yet, Izuku.”

Your statement made him freeze like a deer in front of headlights. What else was there to do?

He already came.. oh!

Wait!

“Y-you didn’t.. c-cum..” He bashfully averted his gaze as you nodded, gears turning in his head again as he recovered from his high.

He knew exactly what you wanted.

“You know, you have such a soft and adorable face,”

“Wh-“

“Do you mind if I sit on it?”

Was this your way of asking him to eat you out?!

How bold!

How could you be so bold!

Despite being nervous, he nodded his head, smiling giddily.

He had watched plenty of videos, had taken a plethora of notes, and even, as weird as it was, practiced on multiple fruits.

He was nearly positive he could please you.

He wanted to.

He needed to, to hear your own sweet moans caused by him.

He wanted that so bad.

Without thinking, he opened his mouth, eyebrows pinching together as he stared pleadingly up at you with his tongue out and ready to please.

He was such a good boy.

Standing up on your knees, you walked forward, your dripping pussy soon hovering over the excited boys mouth.

Lowering yourself, your thighs wrapping around his head, you were immediately met with an eager tongue lapping at your dripping folds.

“Oh~! My, s-someones enthusiaststic-!”

Bracing up urself on your hands and knees. You made sure not to suffocate the poor man as he rapaciously ate you out, sucking your puffy clit into his mouth and giving it much needed attention.

“Haaaah.. Izuku..! You’re such a good boy for me, eating my mm.. pussy like its your dinner!” You gasped, fingers threading through his messy green locks, pulling at them just to feel the vibrations of his moans against your clit.

You bucked against his mouth, riding his tongue and grinding down against his teeth.

“Mm-mmh! Hnmm…” His moans were muffled, wet licks filling the room.

He could feel your juices dripping down his chin as he was willingly smothered with your womanhood, completely trapped under you and beyond happy to obey.

His tongue dragged over your pretty pink labia, prodding at and slipping into your clenching entrance, slurping up your mess.

He could eat you out all day and never get tired, he was sure of it!

And your noises of pleasure were heavenly.. music to his straining ears. And the way you combed through his hair, he somehow felt like this was just as good as cumming, making someone else feel good..

But you suddenly lifted off his face, his tongue still moving for a second before he stared up at you with childish confusion.

His face was red and covered in your liquids, a true mess.

Chucking, you leaned back, wrapping your hand around his cock that sprung to life over the course of his meal, “I want to cum on your cock, Izu.”

Your dirty words made his heart jump and his member twitch in your grasp.

“P-please..” Though he knew he was going to get just that, he couldnt help but beg, it felt like he was supposed to, or that he had to- for himself just as much as for you.

“But first..” you trailed off, finally reaching into the box and pulling out multiple things that made him involuntarily buck impatiently into thin air.

In your hands, you held egg vibrators, a black cock ring, and a red ribbed vibrating dildo.

He gulped audibly once more, and you were positive if he were a werewolf, his tail would be wagging with those hearts in his eyes.

“Do you know what these are?”

He nodded his head. Gaze trained on them as you fiddled with the devices.

“Have you any idea what I’ll be doing with them?”

He shook his head, innocently smiling at you, the cheeky shit.

“How about I show you?”

With that, you lubed up your finger, diving between his legs, pressing against his clenching hole, circling around it.

“H-haah..” His heart was pounding so hard it felt like he was at a concert as your finger slowly pushed in his tight hole.

“Nngh!” His cheek pressed against the pillow at the weird feeling of someone entering his body in such a way.

You finger thrusted in and out of him slowly, feeling around his warm, gummy walls for a certain button you knew he would enjoy having pushed.

His thighs were splayed wide for you, cock resting on his toned tummy covered by a white sheet.

You could only hope he didnt ruin his costume with how much he was leaking. He certainly had a sloppy dick.

Leaning down, you pressed kisses to his freckled inner thigh, pushing in a second finger and watching in amusement as he slowly got into it, embracing the feeling of being filled with your digits.

It wasnt long before you managed to fit in a third finger, grinning at how his ass practice swallowed them, “God, Izuku.. your ass is so greedy for my fingers, you keep sucking them back in~”

“A-aah! (Y/N)!! D-don’t say such-!! Nnghnn! Lewd th—things!”

“Hmm… I wonder… where is that pesky little spot..”

“W-what-? AH! H-AahAh! NGHH! Oh-oH! F-FaH! FuCk!”

“Bingo.”

You finally located his prostate, giving it no mercy as you aimed your fingers to press against it with each time you pushed and curled them inside him.

But from his thighs tensing beneath your lips and his cock twitching, you knew he was close again, and that was no good.

“A-AAaaAh! I’m!! I’m g-gonna! C-cu- hAh?!”

You pulled your fingers out, wiping the lube onto the sheets below you as he wiggled like a worm on the sidewalk, desperately bucking his hips and begging for you to give him more.

“Oh, I will..” Smirking over at him again, the glint in your eyes made him moan and feel like prey. You, a lioness on the prowl, and him, a mouse with nowhere to hide, completely bare for you, “But not just yet, baby. This is a punishment, after all.”

Though he was embarrassed at first with having his thighs spread so wide open, exposing every intimate part of himself to you, he didnt feel too shy anymore. You didnt judge him at all, in fact, you swallowed him whole. It was mind numbingly pleasant, and he never thought he would ever get to experience this, not even in his dreams.

For it to come true.. and to find out you were a kinky lady.. he was enthralled.

Leaning up, you captured his lips in a kiss again, giving him time to calm down as you once again molded your lips together in a lustful heat.

He learned quick, his kisses becoming lasting as he met your pace with wet smacks and tongues brushing against eachother. His own passed over your fangs, and you both shivered when a drop of blood entered your mouth.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, eyes practically glowing in the red light of the room as you tasted him. He surely had the best blood you had even tasted before, nothing at all like how ghosts usually taste! They were bland and boring, but him-! He was nectareous and saporous.

“Fuck, Izu.. you taste so.. magnificent..”

You licked his tongue again, holding onto that single drop of blood for as long as you could, his flavor making you keen with delight.

His lips parted to speak, but he was once again cut off with a lewd moan as you shoved the dildo halfway into his readily awaiting ass.

“GuaAh! W-wait!! It’s..! Too much!” He panted heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks from how good the vibrating phallic shaped object felt inside of him, almost like it was mixing his insides up like a blender.

“Mm, should I? You look like you’re enjoying this, Zuzuku.”

“Mmm..!! H-aAAaA..!”

Pushing further into him, you got the entire toy burried deep in his walls, pulling it back out, fucking him with the plastic object.

His thighs were spread so wide he feared they’re snap off at the hip as he rocked his ass on the toy, vision hazy as continue to cry out.

“HAAAAHH!! AAAH..!”

He screamed when the toy pressed against his button, pounding against it and making his legs turn to mush as he bucked so hard his heavy cock bobbed in thin air, slapping down against his stomach continuously.

Just when his eyes were rolling back again and his jaw was lax, about to cum, you pulled the toy out, “(Y/N)!!”

He sobbed in frustration, desperation building inside him to cum, even going as far as to try and drag you back with his legs.

“You cant cum yet, Izuku! We havent even used all these fun vibrators yet!” You held up the three vibrators with one hand, an all too innocent smile plastered on your face whilst he looked completely wrecked.

“M-mmh! B-but-!”

Not giving him time to talk, you grasped his leaking cock, pumping it a few times, watching as he tried to fuck into the tunnel you created.

Grabbing the black cock ring, you stretch it on his awaiting member as he whines, knowing full well he cannot cum with such a device on. It would be torturous, but he was being punished after all, even if he had aready cum and his mind was turning to goo, he still remembered that. Of course you would make it so he couldnt cum again.

Taking the vibrators, you taped them around him, one snug just under his slit, and two against his sensitive spots.

Turning them on, his back arched impossibly high off the bed with a wail, involuntarily fucking up into the air from the intense stimulation.

Content, you sat back, pushing the vibrator in again and turning it on.

You swore he was going crazy as he let out garbled moans, “G-guAAh! F-fucgh!! NAAh! Mm! Yo-ou.! Youguhhh..! MmeaaAAh!”

He was finally incoherent, steams of tears pouring from his eyes nearly consumed by his pupil, trying to fuck himself onto the vibrator and fuck into air.

He was a slobbering mess, body twitching and convulsing like a possessed child, your name spilling from his lips and muddling with other words on a praise.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Izuku… so wrecked and horny.. my little cum baby.. I bet you wanna cum, huh?”

Your hand slipped between your own thighs, slowly rubbing your clit as you got off to the gorgeous view before you.

Sweet and innocent Izuku Midoriya, the nerd of class 3A, your best friend who always helped others before himself, driven mad with pleasure, practically going insane- all by your doing.

It made you feel even more powerful than you already were.

Hearing a wet squelching, his curious gaze traveled to you, moaning heartily once he saw you fucking your pussy with your fingers, all while gazing at him with such a smolder he felt he was going to burn up. Hell, he already was burning up.

He felt hotter than the sun, and so ready to burst at the seams, but he couldnt.

“M-misstress! Pl-ehHAH.!! NHh! RidehuAh! Me..!”

What did he just say?

“Say that again, Izuku,”

“R-rAhIde-!”

“No, no, sweetheart,”

You pulled your fingers from yourself with a wet pop, pressing your hands to his sides and feeling him up under his shirt, gazing into his own once more, “before that.”

“Mmm..! Misss.. tress! H-haH.! Nnhgh..!”

Mistress. Now theres a word you never thought would fill you with joy.

Licking your lips, you decided enough was enough.

Grabbing his cock, you pull the vibrators off of him, immediately hovering yourself over him and sitting down with a hearty hum until he bottom out inside you with a cry of pleasure.

“GuAAAH!! (Y/N)!!! You’re!! So-!! NnnGh!! Mmmh! So tight-! Hahh..!” The vibrator still in his ass mixed up his insides, turning them into a liquid as you began to bounce on him like a trampoline.

He felt so good he didnt know what to do anymore, words he couldn’t comprehend bubbled past his parted lips, an onslaught of tears pouring from his ducts, pins and needles stabbing him everywhere in such a good way as he was overstimulated to the max.

Your walls hugged him like a vice, so warm and cozy, he wanted to be buried inside you all day.!

Inside you.. he was inside you!

You were fucking him so good-!

A smile made its way to his wrecked face, tongue hanging out of his mouth, sweat making his hair stick everywhere, he was connected with you…

He loved it.

And you loved him, that smile on his face warming your heart, but that familiar thirst stung the back of your throat, and your eyes were hyper focused on his neck covered in a blush and freckles.

His own cock was so big you felt like you were being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, but that wasnt enough to take your attention away.

Collapsing against his chest covered in clothing, you buried your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply as the vibrations of his ecstasy rumbled in his chest and sung in your ears.

His scent overwhelmed you, made you delirious as you couldnt help but lick at his neck, nibbling and pulling at the skin.

His head lolled to the side, “bite— h-Huah! aaAH! Nnghhh!! MmMMmmhh! Bi-aAh-te! Me!!”

Bite him..? He was? Okay with it?

Well..

If he said to…

Your fangs sunk into his skin, blood spurting into your mouth and making your hips move inhumanly fast, he was so good..! Your eyes rolled back as you greedily sucked, his moans growing chopped, stuttered and louder.

He was slowly turning translucent beneath you as your fangs sunk into him again, and again, and again, blood flowing down your mouth like a delicious waterfall, savory and sweet, honeydew pine forest.

Blood smeared his skin growing more clear with each second as he lost his grip with reality.

“NgGHH! HAAAAAH!! MISTRuhUuESS! HAA-Ah!!”

The bed began to creak beneath you, your bounces growing more and more powerful as you felt yourself grow closer to sweet release, the blood pulling you higher up the mountain of ecstasy,

Suddenly, there was a loud snap, and a copious amount of thick cum filled your pussy, stuffing you even more to the point your belly had a small bulge from his cum. The feeling made you clamp down on him and cum with your own cries of pleasure mingling with his, fire exploding behind your vision as lighting shot down your body.

The bed suddenly broke beneath your bodies, but you were both too lost in ecstasy to even care, crying out eachothers names.

You collapsed on top of him completely, and it was then you noticed you couldn't see him at all, entirely invisible.

Catching your breath, you stared on in confusion, fleeing up his body but unable to see it.

“I-Izuku??”

No answer.

Had he passed out?

“Izu-?”

You’d feel around for a heart beat if he had one, but he didnt, no undead monster did.

Taking a deep breath, cheeks flushed and skin sweaty, you sat up, Izukus now flaccid cock pulling out with a wet pop, his cum immediately flowing messily down your thighs.

He mustve had a pretty fucking intense orgasm if the damn cock ring snapped. Who’s ever heard of that happening before? Certainly not you.

Given a minute, you uncuffed his invisible wrists and pulled the vibrator from his ass, turning it off and tossing it to the sheets.

Geeze.. what a mess…

Checking the time from your alarm clock, you were now 34 minutes late for the ghoultastic party being thrown in the school.

Oh well.

If Izuku was a human, you were sure he wouldve died from the blood loss by now, but being undead certainly gave more leeway for fun activities.

Sitting back, you gathered his spare blood on your fingers sucking them into your mouth and savouring his taste. God, you could get used to something this good.

It was like his blood had nicotine in it, you were instantly hooked.

By the time Izuku woke up, he was fully wiped down, dressed, and practically ready to go.

It was clear to him you had cleaned things up, but how long had he been out for?! How embarrassing! He even lost control of his invisibility! Ugh.. you must think he’s a toddler… only kids lose control!!

“You okay?” Your honey sweet voice caught his attention, eyes snapping to the other side of the room where you emerged from the bathroom.

“O-oh! (Y-Y/N).. I.. um.. I’m okay..” He felt so awkward now.. would you pretend nothing happened? Ignore him? Tell everyone he was.. a peeping tom?

He wanted to believe you were the nicest person out there but he was so terrified of you shunning him, even after such.. licentious activities.

Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure how to act right now, after having s-sex with you. He felt clammy and nervous.

“You look pale,” you chuckled, grasping his cheeks and pulling them so he’d be distracted.

You noticed that look in his eyes, and knew it well. Self doubt. You wouldnt accept that.

“Hahah… well, I am a ghost..“

Your lips pressed against his, for the thousandth ime that night, but he didnt mind.

Sighing out his nose, he relaxed into the innocent kiss with a small smile.

You cupped his face when you pulled away, admiring him.

“Hey.. your eyes are (e/c) again!” And just like that, his face lit up, “Well, I did have a nice dinner.” Your tone was playful, yet he couldnt help but burn with a fresh blush, rubbing at his neck where no doubt a bunch of bite marks laid.

“Quite a delicious one too,”

“(Y/N)!!”

Sitting down on his thighs, you wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders, nuzzling your cheek against his, “How does your ass feel?”

“GAH!” He wrapped his arms around his head, leaning forward as practical steam came from his ears from how embarrassed he suddenly was. What a nice change of scenery.

“Hm?” He was clearly a virgin after all, you wanted to make sure he could walk.

“I-it’s… okay..”

Pecking his warm, freckled cheek, you hopped off him, diving into your closet again and pulling out a basic vampire costume, one you had purchased days before at a costume shop.

Izukus heart leaped in his chest, “You had.. the s-same idea as me?”

You nodded your head, easily slipping the attire on in front of the flushed boy, “I guess we can go as a goofy couple!”

He felt warm, so very, very warm. How you accepted him after catching his perverted act, he had no idea. All he knew was this warmth was something he wouldnt mind getting used to, monsters werent known for being warm, after all.

“Yeah.. that sounds nice.”

Here’s hoping no one spiked the punch.

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Ugh. I’ll I’ve been able to think about for days is Kirishima.

Pro Hero Red Riot is always on the move. Always busy. Saving people, doing interviews, kissing babies, the whole nine yards.

When you and Kiri started dating fresh out of UA you knew what you were signing up for. Being part of the hero support course yourself, never afforded you much grandeur or fame, but that was okay. You were trusted with one of, if not the most important part of a hero’s identity- their suit. You were more than happy to tinker away at revisions, or sketching new styles for up and comers, than being out on the field.

You were the only one in the support class, even above Power Loader himself, who Kirishima took his costume and ideas to. You’d made the very first alterations to his hero costume when he first arrived at UA, after the USJ attack. From then on it was sort of a wonderfully professional relationship. As professional as someone like Kiri could be- all large toothy grins, bad jokes, and hands on communications. /Very/ hands on. Kirishima never thought twice about leaning over your shoulder to watch you sketch up the inner workings of other suits, breath ghosting the shell of your ear, always warm and sweet, like all he consumed was candy.

Or sitting next to you, thighs and sides flush as you grew frustrated over his helmet design. He’d snicker and lay one large hand over your own- because by his third year he was already towering over half the staff, let alone the students- to drag your pencil in a different direction, voice soft and secret, just for you.

You never spoke outside of the support class really, especially as the years progressed. Kiri was class 1A after all, and as your own talents started to blossom, the busier you were kept as well. Being consulted to help pros with their designs in just your second year.

But you treasured the hours after school you got to spend with Kirishima. He’d never struck you as particularly male leaning, so while you’d entertain the idea sometimes, in the privacy of your dorm room, of being Kirishima’s boyfriend, you didn’t allow it to mess up the relationship you’d built with the other boy. You chalked it up to your first real crush, and, having always been an overtly rational individual, knew you’d work through it sooner or later. Unwilling to entertain the idea of not even being friends with Kiri. Cuz being his friend would always be better than nothing at all.

But imagine your surprise, the day after graduation, when he arrived at your doorstep. Flowers and chocolates in hand, and a thick envelope nearly bursting at the seams, filled with letters he’d been writing to you over the course of your high school careers.

Apparently, Kirishima hadn’t wanted to trouble you with his feelings when you two were so focused on school, and absorbing as much as you could, and for good reason. But now, he’d stated so clearly- the hesitance behind his wavering grin made your chest tight- you were both adults, out in the world, and if you’d have him, he’d love to take you out.

The rest was sort of history.

Three years later, still going strong.

Though Red Riots newest ranking- from his wavering 7-8, all the way up to 4, had meant an influx in work the last 3 weeks. Kirishima been all over Japan, helping out on various reconnaissance missions, interviews of the rising hero variety, and just generally being kept busy by his agency.

Kiri popped in ever few days, when he could. A quick dinner and cuddle till he had to leave again. A nice long Skype session as he was flown to a new mission, if you were lucky. But the two of you always made things work. You loved each other too much to even entertain the idea of your professional loved interfering to the point of no return, in your personal lives.

It didn’t mean it wasn’t hard, but it did mean it was a manageable. Especially when the two of you tried so hard.

And your combined hard work paid off. Kirishima had been praised internationally, after a mission he was brought in for in Europe went fantastically. The Japanese Hero Commission splashing Red Riot on the front page of anything that consisted of pages, honestly. And awarding him privately with paid time off.

Paid. Time. Off.

That had been yesterday, Friday evening. You’d both returned home late, and despite how tired you both were, it didn’t stop you from fully christening some new sheets you’d bought, before passing out together.

The christening of which you recalled as you sat, sprawled out on the sofa in the living room- one leg thrown back over the back of the sofa, the other extended out towards the opposite end. A book in hand in front of you, free arm cradled behind your head. Trying to focus on the pages, as the bright, early morning sun splashed across them.

Which was hard, when all you could focus on was the blossoming bruises on your inner thighs, and pleasant ache in your ass, and the sting of the bite on your neck whenever you turned your neck even a fraction.

The night previous had been rushed, all teeth, and gnawing, and clawing, and racing towards the end together. It was wonderful, and you’d always loved the aftermath Kirishima would leave on your body. Ever the closet possessor he was.

He’d never been much of an early riser, so it was another two or so hours of trying and failing to read for you, before the familiar sounds of large, lumbering footsteps could be heard slowly making their way downstairs. You smiled, cheeks flushing, despite the many years you’d known the man, as you caught a glimpse of his wild, shoulder length red hair first. Soft at the tips, wild at the root. Kirishima yawned, ducking below the entryway into the living room, and just barely catching you staring, before you lifted your book higher to block his view of your face.

You could practically hear the grin behind his chuckling, as he stalked towards you with more purpose now. His legs in view under your book, and his hair a plum of red above the top as he crouched at the edge of the sofa. Two large hands cupping each of your feet- teasing your toes briefly, snickering at how you giggled behind your book.

Kirishima’s eyes raked over you slowly- noting what seemed to him, as miles of gorgeous, unblemished skin, ready to be marked up. Clad in just a pair of briefs you’d thrown on before coming downstairs, almost every inch of you was bare to your husband. Kirishima drinking it in slowly, as he crawled above you on the sofa. Hardening just one fingertip, and tracing it from your ankle, all the way up to your inner thigh, as he towered over you on the sofa finally. The prick of sharpness on the soft flesh of your thigh causing a hitch in your breath. Which you held, until Kiri’s finger turned smooth once more, and he took a handful of the meatiest part of your thigh into his hand, and /squeezed/.

((NSFW warning ahead, I can’t help myself so continue reading at your own risk ;3))

“Ei-Chan,” you breathed out finally, setting your book down on the floor beside you. Bright red eyes meeting yours, as one of your hands found it’s way into Kirishima’s thick locks, the other wrapping around his broad back, palm settled just between the mans shoulder blades.

“Marked you up good last night, huh pebble?” Kirishima snickered, and you huffed. Faux annoyed as you smacked the mans back, tensing once more as Kiri’s fingers danced along the bruises and bite marks littering your thigh. Tapping each one gently, causing you to flinch with pleasure each time, before he moved to your other thigh. Doing the same, as he dipped his face down into the crook of your neck, and just breathed.

The shaky sigh he let out afterwards was victory enough for you, you reasoned, as even the mans strong shoulders shook as he breathed you in.

“Missed me that much, huh?” Kirishima nodded quickly, nosing along your neck, huffing like a puppy as he went.

“I missed you too,” you reminded him, biting into the mans shoulder gently, as the hand on his back drifted down to Kirishima’s ass, and you shook it jokingly. Feeling the weight of the mans cheek jiggle in your palm, laughing despite yourself as Kiri growled at you.

“Don’t tease me, dude,” Kiri mock cried, pulling back to give you a pout, as the hand on your inner thigh drifted center again, where, unprompted, Kirishima cupped your cock through your underwear. Smirk tugging at his bitten lips- bad habit he’d always had, you’d long since stopped trying to get him to fix it- as he ground his palm against you, almost too rough, and you groaned. Eyes fluttering shit, lip between your own teeth as he bucked up, shifting your hips just right to grind your quickly stiffening cock against Kirishima’s hand.

“So eager,” Kirishima mused, balking suddenly as you moved your hand cupping his ass, into his boxers- palming at his cheek briefly, before two fingers delved into the hot cleft of his bubble butt, brushing just briefly against the tight pucker of his hole, causing the larger man to twitch, and fall flat against you. Tense for all of two seconds, before he propped his ass back up, and wiggled against your fingers.

“You’re one to talk,” you laughed, head tilted back, long enough for Kirishima to latch onto your Adam’s apple, and suck hungrily as he continued to stroke you through your underwear. Lasting all of two seconds, before shredding through them with a finger, and taking your cock in his hand.

“Those were my best Calvins, jackass,” you huffed, brushing Kiri’s hair back out of his eyes as he leaned up- holding your gaze as he let a long string of spit fall from his Mouth- letting it drip down the side of your cock, before he slicked you up, and began stroking you in earnest. Hot, and wet, calloused palm perfectly rough, and you were putty.

Mewling and fucking into Kiri’s fist with quiet, breathy ‘Ei-Chan’s’ rolling off your tongue. Clinging to enough sense, barely, to bring two fingers up to your mouth to wet, before shoving them back down and into Kiri’s ass, teasing his hole briefly, before sinking your middle finger to the hilt in his hole- both of you moaning out, Kiri at the intrusion, and you at the spasming heat of his tight hole, like a vice on your finger as you fucked the man on it slowly.

You both shifted, Kirishima up on his knees, bringing you into his lap to stroke the two of you together, constantly spitting down on your lengths, hot and filthy, to keep you wet, as the larger man began to pant into your face. Morning breath be damned, you finally, /finally/, kissed him. Reaching between the two of you to cup Kirishima’s heavy ball sac as you did, kneading them gently, and tugging on them whenever Kirishima began to breath a little too heavily.

“Fuck, I love you. I love you so much, so so much, love- love- ah, fuck- love,” Kirishima whined, vulnerable in a way no one else would ever get to see him as you took over for him- needing both hands to stroke both he and yours impressive lengths, Kiri’s hands at your back holding you up in his lap- his arms shook with the force it took, especially as he neared his orgasm.

“Cum for me, Ei,” you whispered against a Kirishima’s lips, eating up his whimpered pleas as they ghosted your lips. “Come on, big guy, cum. Cum all over me, Ei, Mark me up. I wanna feel it, on my cock. Come on.” And that was all it took. With a loud shout, Kirishima’s grip on you tightened, and he hun he’d over your shoulder, quiet all of the sudden, before making a sound like he’d been punched in the gut as he began to cum. Cock thickening up, before pump after pump of thick, hot cum burst from the top of it. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight long ropes of cum shooting out all over your chest, and combined cocks, before slowing to a dribble every time Kirishima’s cock throbbed.

You overworked him though, his softening cock, and your own hard length making the filthiest squelching noises as you continued to overstimulate your husband- his cries into your shoulder sending you over the edge, as you leaned against his shoulder, and came undone yourself. Adding to the sticky, hot mess in your laps, before the both of you went quiet. Just the deep, heavy sighs as you caught your breath together filling your the surrounding space.

“My dick feels like it’s gonna fall off,” Kiri muttered finally, leaning you both back into the sofa- making a mental note to get it deep cleaned, as he snuggled you deep into the cushions- his spit wet hands skimming your sides, before they slid beneath you , and he settled comfortably on top. Careful of his weight, always too conscious of crushing you- unless you asked for it, that was, he thiight idly. Fondly.

“We’ve got the next eight days all to ourselves, so I’d maybe see if he can hold out till at least then. Though I’d accept an early leave- no earlier than Thursday, I suppose, if he can’t keep up,” you drawled, wiping your cum covered hands on your stomach as best you could, before wrapping your arms around Kirishima’s waist, and closing your eyes.

“Eight days,” Kirishima echoed, kissing your closed eyes, closing his own as he did so, and shifting to lay more comfortably, face in your neck as he felt sleep threatening to take him once again.

“Eight days,” you parroted back again, snickering, and yawning. Ignoring the tacky cum that was going to dry all crusty and gross between the two of you, in favor of hooking a leg around Kiri’s, and allowing sleep to take you.

But not before whispering one last “I love you” between the two of you, Kirishima mumbling contentedly back at you before falling back asleep as well.

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