#i stopped doing it around climax time then started again two or three rounds ago..................

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did you know that during the summer basically every night before fs2 announcements i'd text shav "this time it's going to be hinata" and now it's january

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A/N: I literally started writing like 5 fics trying to find something that sticks😭but im backkkk…and im back with you guys’ favorite coupleeeee🤪this is the 5th installment of Sneaking Around and i hope y’all like it…enjoy🙃

To sum it all up, your sex drive and need for Harry was on fire and a little out of control. You managed to be completely satisfied and unsatisfied all at the same time. While you felt so good after each and every round, you craved something more. You were needing round after round after round of pleasure from Harry. Whether it be from his cock, hands, or mouth, you could honestly care less if it meant that you’d be filled to the brim with the highly addictive pleasure Harry gave you. Your hormones only made it even more impossible to not want and crave more pleasure. They only intensified the already strong need  had him and made the pleasure that much more seismic and addictive. Even though by the end of one round alone Harry had you completely shaking and numb, your mind and body still managed to cry out for more. 

Now Harry thought this constant need of yours was incredibly hot and he absolutely loved having you wrapped around his finger and desperate for any physical touch from him. It was mind blowing to him that after a round of him consistently pounding into you over and over again, you’d still be sipping wet and waiting for more. But while all of that was the case, Harry also recognized that you in fact had him wrapped around your finger as well. While he loved making you beg and do anything he said in order for the mess between your legs to be taken care of, he knew that you also loved knowing that he wouldn’t not take care of you. If you hadn’t done anything warranting a punishment from him, Harry wasn’t going to let you suffer. But the problem with that though, is the fact that Harry was having a bit of a hard time keeping up with you.

See, whenever you two went at it, Harry strived to give you everything he had. He wanted every single time he pushed or licked into you to be the most pleasurable experience you’d ever felt until the next time. Well, more like the next round. Harry took your pleasure seriously, he felt like you deserved 110% all of the time and if it meant blowing his back out in the process of blowing yours out so that the experience could be beyond amazing, then so be it. However, the problem manifests itself after Harry gives the first 110%. Since there was quite an age gap between the two of you, while you were parting your legs or hopping on top of him for more, Harry was asking for at least 15 minuets to recover. Now he did have his moments where it seemed like he was unstoppable, but he also had moments where he needed a bit of an extended break in between. 

But even though this was the case and you absolutely loved him for wanting to put your pleasure at the forefront, you were more than happy to take charge and pleasure the both of you, the same way Harry did because the same way he made sure you were taken care of, you wanted to do the same for him. And while Harry too appreciated that, he couldn’t help but make little jokes about how he was becoming your personal sex toy instead of the other way around. To which you would then remind him of the time when he took you in just about every way possible until he was done with you (which was amazing by the way). You were also more than willing to take control because you found that whenever you took over and pushed you both to your respective releases, Harry would cum a bit harder than he would if the roles were reversed. 

Now at this point in you and Harry’s rendezvous, you were two for two with your releases. In the earlier part of your time together, the two of you were lying together in bed, with you on top and going in the opposite direction of Harry, giving you both the opportunity to completely mouth at each other. Harry had a firm hold on your hips to keep you right on his mouth as he sucked, licked, poked, and prodded at your center. As he did this, you were tugging at and sucking his cock, making sure to not forget about his warm and heavy balls in the process. You and Harry melted into each other as you both received and gave one another pleasure. The way Harry’s mouth engulfed and perfectly moved back and forth against you was indescribable. He knew exactly where to lick and suck and focus his movements, and knowing exactly how much pressure to apply. Harry made you feel so good that it was hard to even keep him in your mouth with the way you were constantly moaning. It just felt so good. It didn’t help that you could hear him going on and on about how good you tasted and even moaning against your pussy. But you weren’t the only enjoying the immense pleasure. Harry too was completely engulfed in the way your mouth and hands sent shockwaves and a feeling of euphoria through his body. He could feel every movement of your tongue and every contraction of your throat around him. Now if there was one thing that would always be his favorite when it came to your mouth on his cock, it’d be how sloppy you were with it. You’d slobber all over his shaft and balls, then take him as far down your throat as possible before gagging around his shaft and getting him even wetter. the same way Harry went on and on about your cunt, you did the same with his cock, going on about how big he was and how much you loved having him fill your mouth. Your moans as well sent shockwaves through his body, only pushing him closer and closer to the edge. And eventually, the two of you were catapulted off together, Harry released spurt after of his thick cum into your mouth as you squirted right against his mouth.  

This was just you guys’ first pair of releases.

The second pair came around no more than 5 minuets ago. After using your mouths, the both of you were ready for more. It was not long before Harry was sinking his still rock hard cock into your soaked cunt. The both of you nearly came on the spot it felt so good. Once he’d fully sank into you, Harry wasted no time picking up the speed of his hips and pounding himself down into you. It felt so good that you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out strings of loud moans and cries. Your mind was completely jumbled as you took every last stroke from him. Your moans and his grunts, along with the sound of his cock drilling into your sopping wet cunt along with the sounds of your skin slapping against each others filled the room. As you two continued on, you’d flipped in between different positions. From Harry pinning you down from behind to having your legs practically pinned to your chest as Harry slammed into you over and over again. The two of you only made it through about three or so positions before coming around to you riding Harry and carrying you both through to your second releases.

While Harry was thinking the last round was the final one, you had other ideas. 

“Can we go again daddy?” You ask sweetly, proceeding to bite your lip. 

“I don’t think I can keep up with you.” He pants, not feeling any spurts of energy to get him through another round. 

“You don’t have to lift a finger daddy, just let me do it!” You excitedly instruct him before leaning down to press a quick peck to his lips. 

You then proceed to begin moving yourself up and down on his cock, forming a little rhythm with your movements. You quickly bounced yourself up and down in his lap, taking his cock all the way up into you as deep as possible over and over again. As you continued on, your moans were just as loud as before, and you continued to slur your speech as you went on and on about how full you were and how good you felt. Harry too let out strings of deep moans and grunts below you, enjoying the way you moved your warm and sticky cunt around him. When you started feeling a dull tingling sensation in your feet and legs, you knew that your lower half was almost numb. To push you and Harry to your third and final pair of releases, you started grinding down into his lap. You’d push your front down into his so that you could dig your tingling button into the coarse hairs surrounding his cock. The feeling was absolutely incredible and pushed you closer and closer to your final climax. To push Harry along with you, you start off by reaching back and tugging at his warm balls. When you do this, Harry lets out a loud and desperate moan below you. He was already beyond his normal sensitivity so a couple squeezes from you felt incredible and furthermore pushed him closer to the edge.

What did the trick for the two of you though was when you grabbed both of Harry’s hands and brought them up to your body. You brought one down to your clit, and the other up to your chest to squeeze at one of your bouncing breasts.

“Touch me daddy!” You cry out to him, feeling your release speeding towards you. “M’so close!” You whine, swiftly grinding against his cock and down into his hand. 

“Me too doll!” Harry grunts, bucking up into you ever so slightly.

And in no time, you were squirting uncontrollably against him. Harry began to let go not too long after when he began to feel the warm liquid begin to run down his balls. He watched and listened to you whimper and thrash in his lap from the overstimulation as he completely emptied himself into you, giving everything he had left to give. Once you’ve rode the waves of your release, you collapse onto Harry’s chest, too tired to even hold yourself up anymore. 

“Did you finally wear yourself out sweets?” Harry breathes, bringing his arms around your body and pressing a soft kiss to your neck. 

“Mhm, felt so good.” You whisper dreamily, reminiscing on the immense pleasure that came from the last three rounds. 

“I bet it did baby.” Harry hums, dragging his hand up and down your back, feeling you slightly clench up around him. “I remember when I was your age and my hormones were crazy too.” Harry chuckles. 

“Yeah, and now you’re an old man. But it’s okay because you’re my old man.” You sigh, pressing a small kiss into his skin.

“M’not old!” Harry softly whines before lightly pinching your side. “You’re gonna get it in the morning.” Harry warns playfully. 

“We’ll see, I don’t think you’ll be able to keep up.”

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[aetheternity]

So sweet, just for me

Synopsis: Just some stories where reader takes care of Virgin! Armin.

Disclaimer: Unprotected sex, blowjobs, Sub Armin and sexually experienced Y/N are all present in this. Minors exit now.

☆☆Just Summer Things☆☆

Sweat coursed down the expanse of every inch of your body. Or maybe it was water you weren't really sure. A set of carefully trimmed nails shivered and shook beside your head, digging into the grimy tree bark. Locks of sun kissed blonde hair stuck to parts of your neck, face and collarbone as you coaxed Armin's breathing down. Forehead resting uncomfortably against the bark and your ass firmly seated against his hips.

"How do you feel sweet boy?"

"I-I.." He panted, pulling his face back a little. Blue doe eyes full of lust and the sweet shine of tears.

His cock currently pressed delicately against your g-spot during what started out as a normal water balloon fight. Between the boys and the girls of course. You guys had all come out during late afternoon, Sasha and Connie started tossing water balloons and teams formed accordingly.

At some point you'd run off to what you thought was a safe zone only to find Armin perched in the bushes. Contemplation etched into his soft features.

"Move slowly ok." You encourage. You were surprised by how big he was sure but the warning was more so this could last for a while.

He nodded where you were still holding the back of his head. His nails cautiously unlatching from the tree moving instead to sink into the fat of your hips while at the same time his once snugly nestled cock began to move. The sweet drag forcing your toes to curl and your eyes to shut. A small exhale cresting off your lips.

A breathy moan fell from his trembling lips as he pulls you in closer. Wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing around you like a lifeline.

You'd met Armin only two years ago through Jean and continued to crush on him for the entirety of those two years. Until today when he'd admitted to you that he was a little ashamed of being a virgin while consistently having to listen to Eren, Connie and Jean's conquests.

You told him they were probably lying about at least half of those stories but it only got you a small smile. So you decided to do him one better and offer to take his virginity.

It wasn't selfish. It was a win win. He would receive a conquest story to tell and you would get what you'd been craving since you'd first seen him in Jean's apartment shirtless and trying to help fix the messed up drain.

"Feels good?" You chuckle huskily

"Oh my God.." He huffs into your skin. 

His hips worked themselves up a little faster. A slightly clumsy pace forming but he was new at this so you weren't mad.

"Armin slow down baby, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

"I-i'm sorry.. j-ust feels amazing.."

One of his hands hesitantly snaked up your shirt. Skittish in the way he palmed at your breast. Though he quickly eased up when you replied to the affection with a little mewl.  

It felt surprisingly amazing for you as well. Considering the situation and the fact that Armin had never done this with anyone. This really was his first time.. What a weird thing to tell people. My first time was at a water balloon fight against a tree.

You hummed when the pleasure started to sit in your stomach. Legs trembling a bit as he pumped inside you a little faster. Any other time you would've just thrown your head back and relaxed, especially since his dick was so perfectly filling right now but-

"Armin, slow down." Your breathing was a little raspy.

He replied with a whimpery moan, thighs shaking against your sides. You reached an arm around grabbing his hips with your hand to slow them. It seemed to catch his attention because those soft doe eyes were wide.

"You'll get to cum baby I promise you, ease up a bit it's not a race." He nodded in affirmation and you smiled warmly.

Silk strands warm under your guided fingers as he pulled all the way out and slowly eased back in. A collective united moan exiting both your mouths. You'd shut your eyes but they worked themselves back open at the almost unnoticeable twitch of his cock head.

Your favorite part.

"Mm baby so close.." You whisper, your lip coming to tuck itself under your teeth.

A small chorus of yes's and little gasps fall from his open mouth. His skin somehow easing out of tomato red and into surface of the sun red.

You pull him close making sure his eyes were open. "I need you to cum for me ok? But make sure no one hears you." You say, and fuck is it gorgeous watching him come undone. Just like you'd imagined so many times before.

The tears once welling in his eyes spilled over like a faucet. Choked moans and harsh gasps worked their way off his lips. One of his hands flew back up to the tree where his nails soon dug the bark clean off. His hips stuttering through his entire orgasm. You were almost worried when his climax ended. The way he went silent except for his wild breathing.

"Armin?"

"Fuck.." He sighed

You couldn't help but giggle. "How was your first time?"

He gasps and rolls his eyes still stuck in euphoria. When he pulls out you take the opportunity to turn around. Working your panties up over your hips and pulling your fluttery skirt back down.

"Please, please let me do that again sometime.." He huffs finally managing words. You bring his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough for you.

"Only if you promise to stay my good boy." You reply pulling his shorts up till they rest comfortably on his hips.

"I promise." He remarks, almost too eager. "Oh! Wait you didn't get to c-"

"Hey, where did you guys go?" Armin practically separates from his skin as Connie and Jean round the corner. Water guns tucked in their grasp.

"When did you guys get those?" You asked nonchalantly.

Jean shrugged, "We made the game more interesting."

Connie shook his head running back around the corner as Sasha's battle cry sounded.

"Hurry and get back we need you out there Armin." And with that Jean was gone too.

You picked up Armin's discarded water balloon, placing it in his open palm. "See you out there, lover boy."

☆☆Showing Armin how to do Yoga☆☆

"Why's Armin coming over here so early again?" Sasha asked rolling over onto her side. The bag of cotton candy once perched on her thighs flopping over and nearly spilling its contents.

"To do Yoga!" You replied with a laugh sitting the bag upright next to her.

She groaned dramatically. "But it's six thirty am on a Saturday."

"No one told you to get up with me." You remark, pushing the coffee table to the edge of the room.

She holds her once displaced bag up for you to see. "It was calling out to me." She sighs, hugging it to her chest.

A knock on the door takes your concentration. As you pull it open you call back to her, "Well since you're up, you might as well join us."

"Nope!" She quickly scurries away with a wave of her hand. Cotton candy stuffed under her arm.

You shut the door behind Armin as he stares down the hall that Sasha had disappeared down. Your grin is bright almost devilish as it slowly spreads across your face.

"Seems like it's just the two of us." You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

You watch as he thickly gulps with a nod. Bite able Adam's apple bouncing but you pretend you don't notice. Your mat is already laid out on the floor but you can't stop yourself from bending over to smooth out the corners. Barely paying attention to Armin until you hear a small cough or maybe him choking it's not very clear.

He's holding his mat in his arms defensively across his chest. Silk strands of blond hair fluttering when he blinks. His cheeks a beautifully vibrant pink.

"I-I wanted to th-thank you.." He says, blue eyes trained where they stared at your mat. "For.. the- um.." He gestures and you can't help but giggle.

"The sex?"

Now his eyes find you. Blown wide as his pink lips part over a word that never succeeds in leaving his mouth. Your feet pat over the floor as you close the distance between the two of you. His cheeks warm under your delicate grasp and you hold his face almost as though you're sure he'll shatter.

"You're so cute, please never change."

You're almost scared it sounds condescending but the soft rosy color trudging up to the tips of Armin's ears says he doesn't agree.

You turn back to your mat with a smile but just before you sit on it you add, "And you never have to thank me for sex, I'd do it with you anytime."

He nods once as if responding to you and then twice as if he's confirming that you did indeed say what he heard. The soft plap of his mat on the floor reminding you of what you were both here for.

"Ok, let's begin then." You take a deep breath, adjusting the scrunchie holding your hair in place. "First we wanna stretch alright, so I just need you to reach up above your head with both hands and reposition your feet."

You demonstrate using yourself and Armin awkwardly copies. Slender fingers curling towards the sky as he slowly relaxes his shoulders. You can't help but let your mind wander a little as a glint of light flickers off the steel rings decorating three of his gorgeous digits.

You had fingered yourself last time the two of you were together and now you were craving him. Wondering what the warmth of just one of those inside you would feel like.

"Spread your legs more." You encourage, meanwhile it nearly has Armin doubling back. "Dirty boy." You tease

You stand in front of him gently kicking his legs apart. Easy enough. And he responds to every bit of your touch like he craved you too.

And well you wanna tell yourself that you had actually had completely innocent intentions when you'd invited Armin over here today. He genuinely had never done Yoga before and you knew Sasha was gonna be here. So yeah, you'd love to say you wanted nothing but to relax Armin in this encounter.

But you couldn't even keep a straight face while thinking it.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" He squats, carefully coming back up. Arms reaching out on both sides as you coaxed him. "A little lower sweetie." You say as his ass hovers inches over the mat.

And oh to be the mat.

You step back until you're completely back on your mat. "I'm sure your arms are tired, you can put them down now." You wave him off and he lets out a smooth exhale. "Feel relaxed yet?"

"A little." He replies with a confident smile.

"Then you're ready for the next part." You clap "I need you to bend over and touch your toes alright."

He shuts his eyes, pretty lips parting over your choice of words. What you wouldn’t give right at this second to be a mind reader. His back arches, ankles locking together as you demonstrated. "Good, good boy. Back straight." You sink your thumb into his black athletic shirt to touch his spine. And he hardens with your touch. "Don't be shy, it's just me." You mutter, breath heavy.

Fuck! Touching his back muscles this up close and personal made you wanna sink your nails into them. Leave lines up and down his soft supple skin as a mark that you'd always be his first. No one else would ever get that privilege. 

"I-I.."

Shit.

"Ok, you can stand."

You pretend not to notice the way he shifts his sweats as he stands. This time you vow to actually stay on your mat.

"You should know this position." Your legs spread on one end of the mat while your hands came down to lay flat near the opposite end. "Try it."

Carefully he gets into the position you're currently doing but not without peaking at your figure. His blond hair dipping towards the mat and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks.

"Now we're gonna slowly curve our bodies down until our pelvis touches the floor." You say, head curving up toward the ceiling. For once Armin has immediate trouble, hips dangling weirdly over the ground. His arms trying and failing to steady himself.

"What's the matter? Wanna try a different position?"

"N-no it's nothing.."

You plop down on your mat, crossing your legs and gesturing for him to do the same and even without his reluctance you already know what's wrong. He slowly but surely rotates his hips, spreading his legs. His hardened dick print on full display.

You don't even try to hide the slow slither of your tongue wetting your lips. You quickly turn your head before crawling your way over to a very very flushed Armin. Sweat glistening perfectly over his pale skin.

"W-wait Sasha!" He panics, his arms flailing a bit as he backs up slightly.

"Shh it's ok, she definitely fell back asleep the second she went back in her room." You reply crawling towards him again.

"But you know I c-can't keep q-uiet. Wh-what if she h-hears!"

Your hands inched past his now loosened sweats to gently squeeze his hardened cock through his boxers. Both his hands flew to his mouth giving you a new gorgeous view of those pretty rings.

His eyes roll unfocused with every sweet glide of your hand. Tears already starting to brim along the edges of his warm eyes.

“Do you always wear those rings for physical activities or is it just for me?” 

“I-I just forgot to take them off..” 

“Did you?” You can tell your smile is shitty. Just from the way his eyes dart away from yours "You've never been blown either have you?" You ask getting back on topic.

"N-no." It's a muffled response but it hits your ears loud and clear.

"Another story for the growing journal then." You tease

You honestly can't help yourself. Lips curving and confining his tip like a vise. Precum salty where it stains your tongue. His gasp bouncing off the wall so elegantly. So fucking perfect. But even though Sasha is a heavy sleeper you were still worried she'd wake up before you finished.

So as much as you wanted to tease.

"Can I pull these down baby? I know your dick wants some relief."

He complies, oddly quickly. And you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to hug the tops of his thighs. 

And his dick is gorgeous. You hadn't actually seen it before but fuck was it pretty, standing tall and leaking before you.

You inch forward spit dribbling from your lips to be collected in the hand that was working his slender shaft. It had Armin's hips bucking up to greet you. His sweet whines egging you on.

And slowly but surely.... "Oh my fucking god."

It was an adjustment. Not as smooth as you would've liked because of the weird angle but you'd taken a little more than half of his dick in your mouth. A mildly painful fit made up for by the angelic cries of Armin just above you.

"Pl-please.. oh God please.."

He couldn't tell what he wanted to hold, hands shifting to the top of your head, the floor and his rolled up sweats all in less than a minute. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest every time you swallowed his cock again.

You wanted to speed ahead so bad, see him just as flustered as he had been last week when he had his cock buried deep inside your pussy but it was obvious he wasn't going to last long either way.

Disorganized syllables flooding off his lips with the occasional whimper of "thank you" and "yes". His throat heavy with every curse word he knew stuck in it. Breaths quick and uneven as you coaxed him down your throat. Vibrations coursing past your lips to meet his already sensitive sex.

"I-i'm.. gonna cum.. mmm soooo close! Gonna cum!"

His choked breaths fell over your forehead and in the next second he was emptying every bit of his stress into your mouth. Eyes clouded like Armin wasn't even in there anymore. And you drained him of every drop, reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls.

When you pulled off of him he let out a deep exhale. Body still shaking as he looked at you.

"Thank you so much." He grinned hazily

"God, I wanna be as many of your firsts as possible." You breathe out a laugh.

☆☆The one where Eren walks in☆☆

It wasn't often you came back to the same guy. Every now and then you had one night stands and that's all it ended up being. You'd always been fine with that.

But Armin made you stay. His shaky fingers, nervous tongue and tear stained cheeks so oddly addictive. Intoxicating in how innocent he stayed despite having two sexual encounters with you.

And now here you both were having your third in his bed. Bodies melded together in the heat of both your sweat. Eyes fixated on only each other as his head tilted up like a hungry baby bird to pull you back in every time you fled.

And you indulged him as much as possible because fuck he was the cutest thing. Your hands gliding over his back and up to his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. Spine curving deliciously when he grazed over your g-spot.

"Armin.. there." You breathed

Your free hand slid between your bodies making space for those slender fingers to work over your clit.

"Flick it." You encouraged, he immediately did as he was told earning a moan of approval.

"Good boy." You hum, lip trembling where it curves under your teeth.

The once soft pink of his face deepened with the compliment. A little smile decorating his gorgeous features. Just another thing to add to your growing folder of mental images.

"There honey.. keep going." You cooed over the little whimper fluttering off his lips as you hugged his cock. "You remember that spot right? The one that you hit when we were outside?"

"Yeah.. I think it was.." His hips remained delicate as he slid right into place. One leg up as he slotted his cock inside you. Heat pooled in the lowest depths of your stomach with the hesitant prodding of his tip to your g-spot. Eyes curving up to yours for further instruction.

"Mmhm that's it.. hit it a little harder ok."

It was all sorts of clumsy but he rammed your g-spot full force. An apology made its way to his throat but eye contact and the choked gasp that left your mouth soon proved it wasn't needed. You spread your legs a little further for him and he grabbed your waist smoothly working your hips over his dick.

"You're doing so well." You giggled taking a hold of his face. "And you're holding out much longer this time."

"Y-yeah but I'm almost there.." He sighed, fingers working at your clit a little faster. Right in time with the faster tempo of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel soooo good." He drawls

His lips parted, eyes flying north. You hugged him a little tighter as his chest pushed you up and down with each thrust. The once gentle drag of your nails now much rougher. As you let it slip just how much you were enjoying this.

Let your mouth fall open for the words circling your brain. Stomach heavy as Armin fucked you with intention. You brushed beads of sweat back from his face. His hair going up with it, clumping together atop his head.

"Mm gonna cum.." He moaned, head lolling with the intensity of his full body tremor.

"Hey Armin-"

"Eren!" Armin nearly shot up as Eren pushed the door open with zero warning.

Armin's free hand stayed on your clit completely stagnant. Tip twitching inside you, he didn't even have time to cover his mouth. Moans and whimpers pouring out from his still parted lips. Every bit of your fifteen minute effort now seen and heard by Eren who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Eren.." You greeted, pulling your hand away from your upturned lips. Meanwhile Armin's face is buried deep in your shoulder blade. Where you already assumed he'd be staying for the next hour.

"Uh huh.." Eren replied, slamming the door shut. "Mikasa, he's busy let's go!" You heard him call as his boots clicked down the hall.

You don’t say a word till you hear the front door open and close, “You ok?” 

“Any chance Eren didn’t hear that?..” He whispered 

“Not in hell or on Earth love.” 

‘Then no..” 

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: ANON Hey you ❤️ Could I request an imagine with Bucky where you are his non-avenger girlfriend but you got really distant towards him lately as you found out you're pregnant and you're scared of his reaction? But then he finds out and is all happy and all other avengers are happy for you and insist on taking care of you and it's just all fluffy ? Thank you a lot ❤️

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: really fluff smut 18+ (praise, daddy kink, slight mommy kink?, breeding kink, oral fem!rec, age gap, etc), slight angst, cw: mentions of eating disorders (no one has one but bucky thinks this)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: listen…. The idea of kids and having kids getting pregnant all that jazz, yeah. It fucking terrifies me! LOL! But nonetheless I really do see the appeal and sometimes i catch myself reading these kinds of fics so i really hope you like it anon! :)

PS: updates are going to slow down cuz i don’t have any drafts ready for upload and also things are a little crazy personally so yeah hope y’all understand :)

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“You like that baby?” Bucky groaned in your ear.

“Yes daddy! Oh my god,” you moaned.

“You’re being such a good little girl for your daddy. Fuck, daddy. You're gonna make me a daddy. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna get all swollen and round with my baby. You want that? You wanna be a mommy; make me a daddy?” 

Bucky and you both expressed in the past that kids were something you both wanted but with Bucky still heavily involved with missions and the avengers, and you were in college studying to get a PhD in biomechanics and computer engineering, something that would let you understand and work with Bucky specifically very closely. You were too young to have a baby but that didn’t stop you from playing into fantasies of having a family with the man you were so in love with. 

“Daddy,” you moaned.

“Give it to me, baby,” you looked him into his eyes.

Bucky kissed you hard as you both came and after cleaning yourselves up you had showered together, ate dinner quickly, and soon went to bed. 

That was two months ago. 

Three weeks after that night, Bucky was gone for about two weeks on a mission with Steve. You and the girls were drinking wine but you opted out for the tempting glasses feeling nauseous that entire week. 

As a joke, the girls were saying you were pregnant but you were sure that you and Bucky were always cautious when having sex. It wasn’t a good time to have a baby. So you joked that all three of you should take a pregnancy test and when yours came out positive you freaked out. 

“Oh my god! Bucky’s gonna kill me!” you panicked.

“Hey, relax. It’s ok,” Nat comforted you.

“We can get through this. Now did Bucky explicitly say he doesn’t want kids?” Wanda asked.

“No, we both want kids it’s just, ugh, life is so fucking crazy right now and I’m still in school, Bucky’s going on missions all the time. It’s just not a good time to have a baby.”

“Ok think about it this; if life for us was normal, as boring as that is, would Bucky be upset if you were pregnant?” Nat reasoned.

“No, he would be so happy. He wants to be a dad, it’s just so sudden,” you said in distress.

“It’s always sudden with this situation. But what’s more important is that you have support. Whatever your decision is in the end we'll all support you, even Bucky,” Nat told you.

Bucky came back home and immediately knew that there was something that was upsetting you. You promised him that you were alright but you were conflicted. You tried to tell him, you really did, but there wasn’t a good time. 

One night Bucky tried to initiate sex when you two had the tower to yourselves. You were instantly distant with him afraid he’d take one look at your naked body and know you were pregnant and that freak you out. 

“Baby, are you ok?” Bucky asked that night.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel good,” you didn’t actually lie, the pregnancy did affect your appetite drastically and many foods you used to adore before were repulsive to you. 

“Oh ok, do you need anything?” he was concerned.

“No, I think I’m ok.”

Now present day, you and Bucky hadn’t had sex since. It’s been a little over two months and Bucky wasn’t frustrated per say but he missed you; he missed having his hands on your warm and soft skin. He missed the way you squirmed under him and the little whimpers you made. How good your walls felt as he thrusted in and out of you torturously slow. 

You two were in the kitchen sitting with some of the other team members. So far only Nat and Wanda knew about your pregnancy as hard as it was to not tell Vision or Steve or literally anyone. You stared at the breakfast sitting in front of you; it used to be your favorite but looking at it and smelling it was making you extremely nauseous. 

“Baby?” Bucky rubbed your back.

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you eating? It’s your favorite,” he said.

“I’m not too hungry,” you said.

Bucky wasn’t convinced but because you were in front of other people he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed like a father scolding a teenager. His hand rested on your thigh and immediately felt your leg tense up. 

You retracted and stood up walking away without saying a word and Bucky was confused and followed you quickly shoving as much food in his mouth as he could and tossed his plate in the sink. 

“What’s going on with them?” Steve asked.

“Oh no are they gonna break up?” Sam asked with genuine concern, as much as he fucked around with Buck he did admire your relationship. You are really good for him and he loved you unconditionally.

“No, it’s just-” Wanda started.

“Wanda,” Nat warned. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she rolled her eyes, “There fine. Y/n’s just not feeling well and she doesn’t want to be bothered.”

Bucky walked into your shared room and found you changing into yet another hoodie. That’s when he started piecing things together; or at least he thought. You were always wearing very big clothing and covering your body; that he thought was the most beautiful he’d ever laid eyes on. You were constantly nauseous and refused to eat even some of your favorites dishes and meals. You wouldn’t let him touch even though he’s initiated a couple of times.

“Y/n?” Bucky asked.

“What?” you played dumb.

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I told you I don’t feel good.”

“That seems to be your excuse a lot.”

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“Y/n, be honest with me. Are you starving yourself?” he had tears in his eyes; he couldn’t even think about you doing this to yourself.

“What! Bucky no! I’m not, ugh, just,” you stuttered.

“What is going on, please tell me, baby?”

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Bucky was shocked. You were pregnant? How long? Why didn’t you tell him? 

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you started crying.

“No, no, no, no, don’t cry babygirl,” Bucky hugged you tightly while you sobbed into his chest.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy and excited for us. We’re gonna be a family,” he smiled.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, I know we talk about this and having a family but not now. I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Well, I’m a bit bummed that you didn’t tell when you found out but no; I’m so happy. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I would do anything for you. I’m gonna be here every step of the way and we’re gonna get through this together, ok?”

“Ok,” you sniffled. 

“Are you ok? Do you need anything?” Bucky already started going into protective dad mode and he just found out.

“No I just need you,” you whispered. 

“God, I love you,” Bucky picked you up and laid you on the bed littering your face in kisses.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked you.

“Well, uh, the girls,” you said.

“You told the girls?”

“Well, they were drinking and i declined because I was feeling sick and they joked that I was pregnant so we all took pregnancy tests as a joke but mine came out positive. I took two more and they were all positive,” you started tearing up.

“Hey don’t cry, it’s ok.”

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“We’re gonna be ok, right baby?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I love you.”

Bucky leaned down again and pressed kisses to your neck making you giggle. His warm hands trailed under your shirt making your skin burst into chills. Bucky’s lips continued their assault on your neck and before you knew Bucky started lifting your sweater over your head.

You did the same to Bucky and your chests were pressed against each other instantly as he kissed you hard. Bucky trailed kisses down your body slowly, hands rubbing your skin softly, lips staying longer than usual around your stomach for obvious reasons. 

Bucky peeled your sweats from your body and didn’t hesitate to dive in. His tongue licking a long strip against your pussy. You moan softly and your hips wiggled under him. He pressed down on you to keep you from squirming but you were getting very close to your orgasm and it just felt too good. 

Bucky brought his fingers and circled your entrance before inserting a finger slowly. He looked up at you moaning at his fingers and this encouraged Bucky to insert another one. His fingers slipped in and out with ease with your arousal practically dripping from you. 

Bucky leaned forward and circled his tongue around your clit. The obsecene sounds of Bucky finger fucking you echoed in the room and you finallly climax, cumming all over his finger. Bucky crawled up your tired body after taking his pants and boxers off. 

Bucky didn’t bother putting a condom considering you’ve been his only partner the past couple years and he got you pregnant. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist and easily slipped between your folds. 

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear.

“Oh shit, yes,” you whimpered.

“Oh you’re gonna be so beautiful when you're all big and swollen, shit. You’re gonna be the sexiest mommy in this whole fucking world.”

“Ugh! And you’re gonna be such a sexy daddy,” you smirked and cupped his face.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately. He thrusted into you harder and your back arched into his chest, moaning high pitched and loudly. Your hands tugged on his hair and Bucky groaned in your mouth. 

“Oh Buck, I’m gonna come,”you said against his lips.

“Let go, baby. Come for me, mommy,” Bucky said. 

You came hard; your body contracted and trembled, your stomach tightened, your toes curled, and your legs pulled Bucky deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum coating your walls. Bucky settled on you but bounced back afraid he was crushing the baby.

He went to the bathroom, well practically sprinted, and returned with a warm towel to clean you up. Your body laid still while you were cleaned and you just watched Bucky with adoration. He left again and returned wearing boxers and held a bottle of your favorite lotion that you usually saved for special nights or for Tony’s parties.

You smiled and got comfortable as Bucky poured some lotion in his hand. His hands spread the lotion evenly on your body; thumbs skimming your sensitive nipples, gently caresses all over your stomach, teasing grazes along your inner thighs. You closed your eyes and felt euphoria. 

The love of your life was really pampering you and you felt so good. 

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” Bucky kissed your forehead, crawling into the bed with you.

“Let’s stay in all day. My girl is pregnant and she’s gonna need all the rest she can get,” Bucky joked.

“But what about-”

“No, who cares,” bucky interrupted.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“What are we gonna tell the rest of the team?”

“Oh, well. It’s your body, your comfort. You tell them when you feel it’s best. But I do hope it’s soon because I’m so happy and I don’t think i'd be able to keep this a secret for long,” Bucky dived his head in your neck making you laugh.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Man, I’m gonna be a dad,” Bucky sighed happily.

“You’re gonna be daddy,” you said innocently.

“I’m already your daddy,” he playfully growled.

“Then you’re gonna be two types of daddy,” you smirked.

“Two types of daddy.”

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Journal Part 2 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 3.2k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, solo masturbation (m), “mommy/ma’am”, other pet names, more smut within smut [spanking, punishment], breast play, begging, agreement of safe word, unprotected PIV, choking, creampie, male overstimulation, a lil bit more but that’s the main stuff

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

The dim light of the desk lamp was all that lit the room as Jeongin desperately jotted his thoughts down into his journal. It was very late at night, almost sunrise, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. As he was writing, he was completely hard, and his hand was lazily stroking his cock, not in an attempt to reach an orgasm, but rather just to relieve some of the pent up energy he had inside of himself. 

This journal will no longer have to be fantasy. Finally, after years of going after girls and failing miserably, I have a girl that wants me, but not just a girl, a woman. Ms. L/n, the woman this entire book is for, said she needs me, and she did get me like she wanted. Although I wasn’t thinking straight, I remember everything. Her defined hands worshipped my body while she teased me, and even with my underwear on, it was hard not whimpering and moaning as she gripped my cock like I’ve wanted her to for so long. When she went down on me, it felt like a dream. I almost pinched myself out of fear that it was all a dream, but when I looked down to see my release covering her chest, I knew it wasn’t. 

The kiss… Her lips were so pretty and soft. The way she kissed me made my heart burst, like my life was just starting to begin. As cheesy as that sounds, I can’t shake the feeling that my neighbor who I once only lusted for was becoming more than just the woman I think about when I’m needy. I want to be with her all the time, and not just for sex. It’s too early to say I’m in love, of course, but despite her being over ten years older than me, would it be crazy of me to say that I like her?

Jeongin shut the journal, putting it in his bookbag for tomorrow. Looking back out of his bedroom window, the light behind your curtains was off, signaling it was way too late for him to be up. He slept good that night knowing all of his wildest and dirtiest dreams were about to come true, or at least a few of them.

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

School was always a drag, but only having one class on Friday’s was a gift from God for Jeongin. All he had to do was get through an hour and a half of class, then he could go to your house. Through text, you told him to be prepared to stay late, possibly overnight, and being the overly excited (and horny) teenage boy that Jeongin is, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. Late night sex, morning sex, shower sex, the things he wanted to do with you were endless. Still, he also wanted to hold your hand, as weird as that sounded.

Putting his feelings aside, he joined his last class of the week and scrolled through his phone as his teacher blabbed on about who-knows-what. He needed something to distract him from the massive distraction that was your entire existence. 

He dashed out of his house right when class ended, showing up to your house earlier than usual only by a few minutes. You thanked him for watching your kids and left, and the casualness of your mannerisms alarmed Jeongin. You’re all he’s been thinking about for the past day, so how were you so calm and collected as if you weren’t wearing the same shirt that had his cum on it, albeit washed and dried right after the fact.

Your kids certainly help Jeongin get his mind off of you when they immediately ask him to play once you leave. After going through every jigsaw puzzle and playing with every Barbie doll, he finally put them to bed, giving him over an hour before you get home from work to write whatever he wants in his journal. He just has to avoid falling asleep this time. 

“Please hit me harder ma’am,” I whine as she has me bent over her lap. I deserve this, and even more so, I want this. I want Ms. L/n to spank my ass as hard as she can while I writhe in her lap with my hard cock rubbing against her leg. “I’ve been a bad boy, haven’t I?” The marks she leaves on my ass burn in the best way. Feeling her nails dig into my skin when she grabs the flesh that she’s made bright red, I cry out of pleasure and pain. What’s so rewarding about being punished, and why does it make my cock twitch with excitement when you treat me like shit?

Subconsciously, Jeongin’s free hand has moved to the tent in his pants, rubbing over the fabric of his jeans for the slightest bit of stimulation. Feeling himself, he puts the journal to the side after writing nearly two pages of disgusting fantasies. Despite having a nice, wholesome time with your two daughters under an hour ago, his mind, as usual, wonders to the thought of you pleasuring him and yourself as much as you want. To Jeongin, he’s your babysitter but also your toy that will happily let you use him however you wish, basically making him your slave. 

Getting home a few minutes early, you walk into your house to see the living room empty, although you were expecting your babysitter to be on the couch. Opening the door to your kids’ room, they’re sound asleep with no sign of him. Your head spins when you hear muffled groans coming from your bedroom. Being only mildly pissed, you storm into your room to see none other Yang Jeongin curled into your comforter, jerking off while his head is buried into your pillow.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Jeongin feels the edge of the bed dip as you sit on the edge, but he doesn’t stop. Actually, he speeds up, moaning louder now that you’ve closed the door. He’s still partially dressed with his cute little ass hanging out of the back of his pulled down jeans. “Aw, is my pretty boy about to cum? Who are you thinking about, hm?” 

“Y-you.” Jeongin sighs loudly, feeling himself get closer to his climax just by you mentioning it. “I was thinking about you, only you, ma’am.” His whines of this new name make your face flush. You reach out for his thigh, turning him so he’s laying on his back. He flops into position like a ragdoll, but his hand remains pumping his cock. Just by feeling your hands on him, he cums all over his wrinkled tee shirt. Embarrassed he came so fast, he apologizes, but you know very well he isn’t really done yet.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. You’re so young, and I’m sure you can go another round.”

You pull his pants and underwear down his legs, making him gasp from the sudden exposure despite you seeing it all before. “Now sit up and take that shirt off.”

Fully obedient, he stands off the bed and strips until he’s totally naked, face red as he awkwardly holds his hands to his sides. You sit in front of him, running your hands down his arms until you grab his hips and bring him closer until his cock is right at your chest. Although he’s still a little soft, you’re sure he’ll get hard in no time.

“Undress me, Jeongin.” His eyes go wide as he looks your figure up and down, scared of what he’s about to see, and even more scared of what he’s about to do. With a dramatic gulp, he unbuttons the familiar work shirt you were wearing, exposing your bra. He slowly leans down, carefully not to faceplant into your chest, unbuttoning your top entirely before you shake it off of your shoulders, the article of clothing falling behind you on the bed. “I’m guessing you don’t know how to unhook a bra?”

“N-no. I’m sorry.” Jeongin moves back and covers his face with his hands as you reach behind you and easily unhook your bra for him, dropping it onto your thighs and tossing it somewhere on the floor. When he removes his hands from his face, his jaw hangs open. He can’t take his eyes off of your tits, which are much nicer than he could ever imagine. “May I touch them, mommy?”

“Of course, baby.” You take his wrist in your hand and pull his right hand to your left breast, basically forcing him to squeeze it between his fingers, not that he minded. Seeing him so flustered and confused only made you more turned on. He was so innocent, yet the things he wrote in his journal were so vulgar. You could hardly believe that the words in that cursed book came from the boy that didn’t know how to unhook a bra. “Put your mouth to the nipple.” 

“Huh?”

“Don’t act so naïve, Jeongin. I know you’ve thought about this before.” He finally looks up to you out of shock. “So shy? Now? But when you write in that book of yours, you’re not shy, are you?” 

“No ma’am. I’m sorry.” 

Stopping his hand, you pull him down to his knees by his wrist. He’s eye-level with your stomach, but he quickly raises himself up to connect his lips with one of your nipples. You moan shortly as your hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer into your chest. Even after breastfeeding your two kids, your nipples were sensitive as ever. 

“Good boy.” You stare down at him as he’s focused, swirling his tongue around your bud. When he finally looks up to you, your head is thrown back from the mild pleasure Jeongin’s shooting through your nerves. 

He’s starting to feel bold. Jeongin moves from one nipple to the other, massaging your other spit-coated breast with his hand. His fingers rub your nipple, twisting it just enough for it to all feel good. Your moans become more frequent, and being able to hear you groan for him is all he’s ever wanted. 

“Mommy, can I fuck your tits?” You’re the one that’s shocked this time. He pulls back, his hand becoming still on your other breast. “I want to fuck your tits so bad, please?” 

“Whoa there, baby boy. Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” You laugh at his eagerness, pulling him by his hair to stand up. Just seeing how hard he’s gotten by sucking on your tits is enough to make you almost laugh again, but you wouldn’t want to be too mean to the poor boy. 

Moving back on the bed, you lay down and spread your legs. His eyes immediately direct towards your heat, still covered by your work pants. When you gesture towards the obstacle, he lets out a tiny “oh” before pulling your pants down, leaving you in your sopping panties. 

He hooks his index fingers on the hips of your panties, gently pulling them down your legs before dropping them to the floor with your panties. Again, this is greater than anything he could have imagined. 

“C’mere, my little prince.” You take his hands in yours, dragging him to sit on your thighs while you lay under him. You don’t let go of his hands, and he really doesn’t want you to. Your pet names for him always make him blush, but this one in particular made his heart beat even faster than before. “Have you written anything about me since yesterday?”

Jeongin’s mind becomes clouded by all of the things he’s written in the past 24 hours. Every scenario and confession fills his head, and it takes him a few moments to answer before he comes back to reality to answer you. “Y-yes mommy.”

“What did you write?”

Pause. “S-spank me?” Jeongin’s voice is only a light whisper. 

“What was that?” You lean up a little, holding your hand behind your ear to tease him. “You have to speak up, Jeonginnie.”

“I wrote about you spanking me.” His voice returns to him, now fully speaking from his chest. “Punishing me, treating me like a doll.”

“Oh my God, baby. That’s so perverted.” You rub his thighs up and down as you stare at his cock, now twitching with your every word. “You want to be my little doll? Let me do whatever I want to you?” 

“Y-yes!” His overexcited nature makes you giggle as you feel around his pelvis, hands getting dangerously close to his dick. “Can I be mommy’s little toy? I’ll be good, I promise!”

“But don’t you want me to punish you too?” You bite your lip as you look up at him. He’s looking off into the distance, imagining all of the nasty things he wants you to do to him. “Spank you, degrade you, deprive you?” 

“Can’t I have both?” His retort is quick. You didn’t know he could answer you so soon since he was clearly dipping into subspace, although he didn’t even know he did that. “Be your good boy and make you punish me?”

“Wow, so dirty~ We’ll need a safe word, alright?” He nods in understanding, watching you as you try to come up with a word that you could both comfortably say. “How about ‘mango’? Would that be good for you?”

“Mango is good, yeah.” You feel around the base of his cock, watching precum drip from his tip as he groans.

“What do you want to do right now, baby boy?”

“Oh,” he ponders for a second, “p-please fuck me.” 

“Ah, I love it when you beg.” You roughly push him over, his body falling onto the bed right where he was jerking off not too long ago. Climbing over him, you line his member up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds. He whimpers under you, biting the side of his hand to hold back any unwanted sounds he might let out. “Are you ready?”

“Y-yes, mommy! Please let me feel you.” The hand he isn’t biting down on goes to one of his nipples, feeling his chest like he just did to you. You slowly lower onto him, watching his facial expressions rapidly change as he gets used to feeling your cunt around him. He isn’t the biggest, but he still manages to fill you up and make you feel just right. 

Once you’re fully lowered onto him, he grabs your hips and holds you, whining your name over and over again. You can tell he’s trying to get something out, but his brain is too blank to form a sentence. Adjusting yourself on his cock, he groans with a high-pitched whine following shortly after.

“Wait, w-what if I cum inside you?” You look down at him, smiling at his cuteness. “I don’t think I’ll be able to last too long.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, baby.” You lean over and kiss his forehead, holding his face in your palms. “No matter what, I’m not stopping until I cum, got it?”

“Y-yes, ah~ Y/n!” Leaning back from his face, you raise up on him while he is mid-sentence, making him moan out for you. When you start to ride him, his sounds just can’t stop. Fearful that he’ll wake your children, you lean forward again and cover his mouth with your hand, still allowing him to breath through his nose. Ignoring your hand, he continues to cry and wail, feeling like he was on cloud nine just from you riding him. 

“You have such a nice cock, Jeonginnie. It’s even better inside me, though.” Your mind starts to fog, ignoring the younger boy’s needs to chase your own high. While one of your hands covers his mouth, your other hand wraps around his neck, choking him just enough to make him sob from the thrill. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, and without being able to warn you, he reached his climax and shot his load inside you, but you didn't stop.

Cum leaks out of your hole as your movements become quicker and rougher. The hand that covered his mouth has now joined your other hand around his neck, choking him as he sobs from the overstimulation, yet the predetermined safe word isn’t even crossing his mind. He loves everything you’re doing to him more than he could ever describe with words.

Your thumb runs across his bottom hip and he opens his mouth, light sobs leaving his throat. Ducking down towards his face, you kiss him with full tongue, something he’s never experienced before. Still, he quickly learned the movements and kissed you back, loving the feeling of your mouth against his. 

Pulling away, you stare down into his eyes. You looked beyond beautiful to him, and the entire visual of your half-lidded eyes, gaping mouth, bouncing tits, and dripping cunt making his cock disappear over and over again, he couldn’t help but get hard again.

“Cum for me, please mommy?” He pouts, giving you the glimmering eyes that always make you shudder. His hand hesitantly makes his way down to your clit, circling it with one finger while you ride his cock. You’re not entirely sure how he knows where the clitoris is, but it feels so good that you don’t even care. 

Mewling with your entire throat, your cunt tightens around Jeongin’s cock as you ride out your high, shallowing your movements. The sight of you cumming from him makes him moan right with you, nearly cumming inside you again. AS you come down from your orgasm, you slowly pull yourself off of him, his cock dropping against his abdomen, covering in the combined juices of you two. Catching your breath, you lay next to Jeongin, secretly hoping he’ll turn to his side so you can spoon him for a minute. 

“I can stay, right?” Jeongin turns to you while you lay on your side, looking to you for any sign of discontent. You nod as you stand up to go to the bathroom and clean up. “Oh, where are you going?”

“I can’t sleep like this.” You laugh as you gesture to your pussy, clearly in no shape to sit overnight. “I’ll be right back out.”

You disappear into the bathroom, ready to take care of the mess between your legs. Jeongin grabs a tissue and wipes himself clean of any release left on himself before laying back down and going on his phone, seeing a plethora of text message notifications from his friends’ group chat. He doesn’t have the mental capacity to check them right now. He just wants to bliss out, joyfully going through the entire night over again in his mind, cementing every action and event in his memory. 

Walking back from the bathroom, you toss yourself onto the bed and lay next to Jeongin, asking him politely to turn over so you can be the big spoon. With your chest pressed against his back, he puts his phone down and falls asleep.

Suddenly, your phone rings, and you quickly reach over to answer the call without seeing who it was. Unfortunately, it was your ex husband's voice coming from the other end, and you wish you had turned your ringer off. Jeongin was asleep, just like your kids, but as you rubbed your eyes from tiredness, you couldn’t help but regret answering the call.

“Y/n, are you fucking one of my students?”

Shit.

[thefledglingdm]

Umm can I request directors commentary for literally any Leopika fic you’ve written??? Love your stuff!

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ahhahaha thank you so much! yes, absolutely! this is going to be long, because i have decided to do that scene in light of my life, pain of my ass. beware LONG BULLSHIT and spoilers below the cut!

ok to set the scene. i was TERRIFIED to write this part. because this is the climax, you know? we've had 150k words of build-up and emotional tension to this scene. while this has been a romantic story, this is the actual climax of the story. we've spent all this time in kurapika's head as he's dealt with his anxiety, his need for control, his fear of letting go. how he's changed as he's opened up his heart and his life to people outside. and finally he's actually working through all of his emotions and the progress he's made out loud, in front of everyone. and because he forgot about giving his speech until like five minutes before (sorry, kp), he is forced to speak from the heart.

For five agonizing seconds, Kurapika stood alone in the middle of a silent room. Above him, the string lights coalesced into a single shared point of soft white light that illuminated his space.

i so wish this could be adapted to, like, netflix or made into a movie. i put so much into this imagery. the play on light? the cinnamon topography? *chef's kiss* yes please netflix CALL ME.

Everyone in his life was staring at him expectantly, Pairo and Altair and Gon and Killua and Nanika and Alluka and Kalluto and his parents. And approximately a hundred other people on top of that, extended family on both sides, industry insiders, coworkers. All staring at him and waiting for him to say something amazing and powerful and deep about love and what did Kurapika know about love, anyway? He was a thirty-two year old trans man so terrified of his own emotions, so paralyzed by his fear of loss, that he did not figure out he was in love with his best friend until three weeks ago.

this is me screwing the knife in deeper for poor kurapika, sorry. this is so incredibly horrifying for a person with anxiety, as someone with anxiety. behold, the terrifying ordeal of being known.

Five seconds. Kurapika finally found Leorio standing near the back, leaning against the bar. He wondered if Leorio picked the same spot where they sat together the very first time they came here on purpose. Leorio sent him a wink and a thumbs-up.

the terrifying ordeal of being known and being so, so loved anyway. it was great to write in a way that showed leorio realized he was in love with kurapika first (indeed, realized that kurapika was in love with him before kurapika knew himself), because these little interactions shows so much how leorio is inviting and allowing kurapika to come to him on his own time. and supporting him the whole way, because they are friends!!!!

Breathe, Kurapika thought. Just breathe. It’s going to be okay.

this statement was not supposed to be a running theme/motif, but i'm super glad it did! i wrote it as a one-off line for melody, but then i was like, hang on, that's kinda good? every other time i write i'm like, hey, you could make a theme out of this!

“Um,” Kurapika started, his voice cracking. Christ, he sounded seventeen again. He cleared his throat.

my friends told me about how their voices changed and dropped on T. any trans person is stronger and more powerful than any us marine.

“For those of you who may not know, I’m Pairo’s brother. Kurapika. His older one, just to be clear.”

this is definitely something that has happened like a hundred times.

There was a smattering of chuckles around the room. He twisted to look at Pairo. “I’ve known Pairo since he was a toddler dragging a ragged, threadbare T-Rex plushie around behind him. I was there when he read his first chapter book on his own – Dino Hunter, of course – because he came bursting into my room at two o’clock in the morning to tell me about it.” Another round of laughter. “I was there when he got his first notebook, when he won his first writing contest, when he was published in his first magazine. I was the first person he told about liking boys instead of girls. I’ve watched him grow and learn and fall in love. And now Altair is part of our family, too.”

pairo and kurapika's lives as brothers were amazing. dino hunter is a reference to the book they both read in the manga that led to kurapika wanting to leave the kurta and explore the world.

i also thought that writing fit pairo well because it's a pretty accessible career for his eyes. he could type, he could enhance the screen and font when he needed, and he could do talk-to-type. one day i want to write a side-story of when pairo and altair met, because i have it perfectly formulated in my head and it's adorable.

Kurapika took a deep breath, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. He confessed, “To be perfectly honest, I was scared when Pairo asked me to do this, because I’ve run out of things to teach him. He’s run on ahead of me in life. Settled down, moved in with his boyfriend – now husband, congratulations on that by the way – and gotten married, while I’m perpetually single and living alone in my loft apartment with an absolutely spoiled monster of a cat. Stop laughing, that wasn’t supposed to be a joke.”

emperor the cat was also not intended to be a character. i came up with him like, right before i started writing the chapter.

i think it was hard for kurapika to watch his brother fall in love and move on ahead in life. even if he was genuinely happy for them both. i had a conversation with a coworker a few months ago where we both talked about how we feel like we are "behind," even though we're both very accomplished. she felt like she was "behind" because i have a master's degree; i felt like i was "behind" because she was happily married and already had a child on the way (who is here and beautiful and perfect). and i imagine kurapika wondered if he was falling behind or missing something when he saw his brother succeed in love and business without really trying.

but there's no competition at all, of course. the world spins on, and we grow and change and find our place in our own time. there's no race.

The room quieted again. Kurapika went on, his eyes flicking over the crowd. He was starting to smile, too, now.

he's starting to realize this is okay, he's not going to mess up, he may actually have something worthwhile to say or share. he's getting more comfortable in all this.

“But I’m also a wedding planner – I know, ironic – and I’ve learned a lot about love from my clients. So if you’ll indulge me, I’d like to share some of those lessons now.”

No one from the back shouted at him to shut the fuck up, that he didn’t have a single clue what he was talking about, so he thought he was safe to carry on.

how funny would that have been??? like, it would have been fucked-up and humiliating, but in any other situation?? hilarious. just killua looking like that dude in mean girls being like HE DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE except it's like HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVE IS.

He thought back to Light of My Life’s various couples, musing over their own rocky paths to the altar and the beautiful, fractured glimpses into their lives they gifted Kurapika and his team. What did they teach him? What did they teach his heart, that terrifying, terrified lump of meat frantically beating in his chest?

More than you think, his heart seemed to be telling him. Trust me; I will guide you through this. Trust me, trust me, trust me.

*"listen to your heart" plays in the background*

also like. trusting oneself and your perceptions and your feelings and your heart is so necessary. it's an important part of healing. and being honest with yourself and your feelings is part of a foundation for all healthy relationships, i think.

also i really like writing alliteratively. the play on words with "terrifying, terrified" was. inspired? terrifying, because kurapika for a long time feared his own heart and feelings, viewing them as a loss of control; and terrified, because his heart is afraid, too. and they are taking this leap together!

And Kurapika explained: “Love isn’t just found in eloquent professions or grand, romantic gestures. It’s supporting each other through your lowest, worst moments and coming out the other side stronger for it. It’s standing together, hand in hand, against the world. It’s in looking at someone simply existing in the world and seeing them as they are: good, beautiful, strong, intelligent, kind. It’s in your communication and your foundation and trusting that all good things will come together in time. It’s in the family that you build together. It’s in the work you each put in to get through the hard times. Together.”

me: yeah uh-huh jj you really did summarize the fic so far.

this is also where i started being sappy and thinking about love. friendly and romantic love. the love i've seen in my friends, the love i feel myself in my relationships.

There. That’s what his clients taught him. Menchi and Buhara; Morena and Theta; Pokkle and Ponzu; Knov and Morel; Knuckle and Shoot; Canary and Amane. But so many more people showed him what love was. He pictured Pairo and Altair on his couch, laughing at him and judging him and helping him put his own puzzle-piece heart together into something cohesive and beautiful. He smiled at his brothers and saw the way they were clutching each others hands, mouths beaming and eyes dewy.

they LOVE their brother so MUCH. their view of the outside looking in for the past year, watching kurapika fall in love, go soft, be happier than they've ever seen him.

He told them, “It’s in the way you can communicate in gestures and looks, and sometimes, without looking at all. It’s in banter and private jokes and finishing each other’s sentences. It’s in casual touches and... pouring their coffee before your own.”

my coffee is never as good as when my partner makes it. my honey-lemon tea is never as good as it is when my partner makes it. my jokes are never as funny as they are when my partner and i finish each other's sentences, build off of each other's quips. we can communicate across rooms with nothing but a look. these little signs of love are everywhere and expressed in so many tiny ways. these examples here are between people in romantic relationships, but these apply to platonic friendships as well.

His eyes swept the room and found Killua and Gon. Gon had his camera hefted onto one shoulder, and Killua stood behind him, arms around his waist and chin on his shoulder. “It’s on the first day you wake up and realize the way you look at the world has changed. The way you open your hands and your heart and give what you have, simply for the joy of being received.”

to love? transcendent. to be loved? incandescent. to love and know that it is valued and cherished and requited?

and this was a callback to killua talking about, of course, how he fell in love with gon like melting ice. like sinking into a bath. and this was also a quieter callback to how gon fell in love. because it wasn't just that he had/has so much love to give, but because for the first time in his life, he got to see it truly received. accepted.

Kurapika saw Killua’s breath catch and Gon’s hand flex over the fingers interlaced over his middle. Heedless of their surroundings and of the running camera, Gon twisted to kiss Killua on the mouth.

SMOOCHES ahahaha!

He turned his head back to Leorio. The man had not moved; indeed, he looked like he was nailed to the floor. His eyes were so intense as they watched him that Kurapika was almost surprised he had not yet burst into flame. Kurapika said, “It’s in the moment you see someone you’ve never met before, but you look at them and just know, to your core, that this is really going to be something.”

leorio realizing something is happening here. something huge is about to happen, is about to change. and he's trying so hard not to dare to hope it might be good. it might be everything.

A chorus of oohs went around the room. Even from this distance Kurapika saw the way Leorio’s face went red, and he ducked his chin, looking bashful and embarrassed.

leorio: holy shit holy shit holy SHIT IT'S HAPPENINGGGG

How was I such a fool before, Kurapika wondered, How was I so blind, so willfully ignorant and oblivious. How did it take me so long to realize you were talking about me. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. I’m sorry I made you wait for so long.

this is important because it's not just kurapika realizing and accepting his feelings for leorio. this is kurapika's version of realizing that leorio feels the same for him. leorio is in love with him, too. and he's wondering how it was possible he was so scared and blind for so long. he fears he may have hurt leorio by holding off on this for so long, so he wants to be brave, take the leap, and see what they could be.

Kurapika did not want this man to wait another second. He did not want Leorio to spend another moment trapped in this limbo. So he confessed in the middle of a silent room in front of over a hundred people, “It's the first time you hear them laugh, and your entire world’s axis shifts beneath your feet.”

i remember the first time i met my partner. i remember the first time i looked at them and felt my world shift a little to the right. i remember falling in love and thinking that this one was unlike all the others. it was warm, golden, comforting.

Kurapika watched the confused frown on Leorio’s face when he heard that, amused by the almost puppyish tilt to his head as he considered it. He knew the moment Leorio realized what he meant when his eyes blew wide, amazed and awed and achingly soft. His lips parted.

gOD he is so CUTE. he's like oh hmm huh what does that mean

and then he remembers

i promise, he's not a huge dickwad!

and leorio laughing at gon's accidental gaffe and his sweet earnestness. and kurapika walking in. leorio realizing kurapika wanted to know him before they ever even met.

Kurapika made himself turn away from the arresting sight. “One of my favorite venues lately was the Roseview Ballroom downtown. Among its many beautiful, gaudy attractions are its murals depicting scenes from Shakespeare’s plays all across the ceiling. One is a famous quote from Twelfth Night: ‘journeys end in lovers meeting, every wise man’s son doth know.’ But the more I think about it, the less I agree.”

i'm such a WHORE for shakespeare, as any readers of mine will know. check out my modern college adaptation of much ado about nothing.

He turned to meet Pairo’s eyes again, repeating, “‘Journeys end in lovers meeting.’ But nothing is ending here. It’s just changing.”

life does not end when we start relationships! or when they end! or when we move, change jobs, graduate, go to school, drop out of school. happy endings in stories still aren't endings. the greatest constant in life is change.

“Because what I’ve learned in this job, Pairo and Altair, what nugget of wisdom I have to give you, is this. Love is looking at a world that can be terrifying, cold, capricious, and indifferent, and finding the person whose hand you want to hold through it all anyway. Because you want every laugh, every tear, every wrinkle, every spark of joy. Love is life’s greatest leap of faith, because you don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. But you know exactly who you want to spend all those tomorrows with.”

me finishing this: dammit i just wrote out my wedding vows.

Kurapika looked around the room again. At Gon and Killua; at Kalluto, Nanika, and Alluka; at his parents; at his brothers. At Leorio.

He concluded, “So you simply breathe. And you trust it will be okay.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room when Kurapika dropped the microphone.

DAMN ME TOO THIS SHIT WAS GOOD TF?????? sorry my writing has peaked here.

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The News After...

DESCRIPTION: Some unexpected news puts strain between your relationship with Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester confronts you, telling you to talk to Dean and saving your relationship. 

POV: Female Reader

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester

RELATIONSHIPS: Dean x Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, SMUT, and more SMUT. NSFW, small fluff

WORD COUNT: 2854

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! So this was a request from the lovely @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​. They messaged me forever ago about this and y’all know I haven't really been writing for a long time. I’m trying to get back into the full swing of writing so I hope you enjoy this! 

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You paced the bathroom floor, gnawing on your lip as you continuously checked the time on your phone. 2 minutes seemed to take 20 years as you waited to see the test results. As the time changed to 2:18, you sighed, shoved your phone into your pocket and walked over towards the sink. 

The two pregnancy tests you had taken were flipped over on the cool, white porcelain. Your hands shook as reached for the sticks and flipped them over in your hands to see the results. 

Positive. 

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your emotions that began to flood through you. You didn’t know whether you were happy, scared or both. 

You and Dean hadn’t been trying to get pregnant, but you weren’t exactly being careful either. With everything that had happened within the last few months, Chuck trying to kill everyone, defeating him, Jack taking his powers and disappearing, dealing with the loss of Cas, this was the last thing that you wanted to happen. Emotions within the bunker were still running high and you didn’t know how Dean was going to cope with this news. 

A knock on the door made you jump, scaring you out of your thoughts, “Y/N?” Dean’s gruff voice, muffled by the door, showed slight concern, “Are you okay in there? You’ve been in there awhile.” 

You shoved the pregnancy tests into the waistband of your jeans and wiped the tears off your face that you hadn’t realized escaped from your eyes. “Yeah babe,” you cleared your throat, “I’m okay. I’ll be out in a sec.” You turned on the sink and washed your hands as you stared at yourself in the mirror. 

“Okay,” you could hear him sigh softly, “Sammy and I just finished making dinner. Come to the kitchen when you’re done, okay?” 

You nodded to yourself, “Okay, thank you!” You sighed with relief when you heard Dean’s boots trudge away from the bathroom.  

You took one last glance at yourself in the mirror. “How am I going to tell him? You sighed as you pushed away from the sink, the pregnancy tests poking you in the side with every sway of your hips within your stride. 

Walking towards the warn, dark wood door you took a deep breath before opening it. You peaked into the hallway, making sure the boys weren’t around before sliding out of the bathroom and jogging towards your shared room with Dean. You dipped into your room, Dean’s warm apple and bourbon musk enveloped your senses, calming you slightly as you looked for a spot to hide the positive tests. 

Settling on your dresser, you walked towards the aged, red stained oak cabinet you received from your late grandmother. It was one of the few things that you were able to keep from your life before hunting. You opened up the bottom drawer that you kept miscellaneous memorabilia from your life, and tucked the tests underneath a picture of you and your grandma. You smiled, knowing she would have been ecstatic to hear about the news of you being pregnant. You shut the drawer and made your way out to the kitchen so Dean didn’t try looking for you again. 

You walked through the bunker halls slowly, lost in thought. You didn’t notice when Dean walked up to you, “Hey, Y/N? Babe, are you okay?” 

You looked up, “Wh-What? Yeah, I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the kitchen with you, “You seem… off.” 

You nodded and smiled towards him, his olive-green eyes sparkling with wonder and shaded with worry, “I’m okay,” you squeezed his hand, “I promise.” 

He nodded and pursed his lips, “Okay.” 

You rounded the corner into the kitchen, the smell of chicken alfredo floated through the kitchen. You smiled at the boys, “You guys made my favorite?” Both Sam and Dean smiled and nodded, “Why?” 

Dean walked away from you and rounded the center metal island, “You’ve done a lot for us the last couple months, keeping us together with everything that was going on, it’s the least that we could do.” He grabbed a plate and spooned a heaping proportion of alfredo onto it and handed it to you, “Plus you’ve done all the cooking while Sammy and I ran around and did research, we probably would have died of starvation if you weren’t here.” 

You chuckled as you grabbed the plate from him, “Well, thank you guys. I appreciate it.” 

The three of you sat and ate, joking around, replaying memories and just enjoying your time together. The boys didn’t have strings attached to them anymore, they weren’t gods puppets. 

They were finally free. 

After dinner, you helped the boys clean up and you all ventured into the ‘Dean Cave’ to watch a movie together. 

You enjoyed the night and your time with the boys, but your news was still nagging at you. Your mind became more and more clouded as the night went on. 

As you crawled into bed, Dean followed suit close behind. “Hey babe,” he drawled as he crawled up your body, settling himself between your legs. He kissed you softly and smiled, “Did you enjoy tonight?” 

You giggled softly and nodded, “I did. Thank you guys. It was nice after the last couple months.” 

Dean nodded with you and then winked, “Well, hopefully I can make you enjoy your night a lot more.” 

“Oh yeah?” You teased, “How are you going to do that Mr. Winchester?” 

He licked at his lips as he eyed you up and down, acting like a predator sizing up his prey, “Oh baby, you’re about to find out.” 

Your giggles turned into soft moans as his lips trailed over your body, giving attention to every scar and bruise that littered your body. His fingers trailed behind his lips until they stilled against your cheeks. He fixed himself in his original position between your legs and kissed you, rougher and more passionate than before. 

You began melting underneath him, the familiar and welcoming warmth of arousal began building in your belly as his fingers trailed down your body and pulled at your panties. He slipped the fabric down your legs slowly, breaking the kiss to shift himself down the bed to settle his head in between your legs. 

He started slow, kissing your lower stomach and moving towards your inner thighs, making you squirm beneath him with need. Dean always liked drawing things out, making you more aroused with the anticipation of him touching you. 

Soon, his lips wrapped around your clit. Your hands clenched at the bed sheets as he began sucking lightly on the pink bud. His lips and tongue worked quickly, his ministrations heightened your excitement, spreading your arousal through your body like wildfire. But, Dean being Dean, he stopped while you were right on the edge of climaxing so he could finish you off with his member. 

Dean trailed kisses up your body before leaning back on his heels between your legs and lining himself up with your entrance. You looked up from his groin as his face and smirked. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he concentrated with a furrowed brow before sinking into you. 

You gasped with pleasure as Dean began thrusting slow and deep but worry settled into your stomach as you thought about the fetus growing inside you. You tried your hardest to continue to be in the moment, trying to enjoy this intimate time with your boyfriend but you didn’t succeed. Soon, Dean’s thrusts began to falter, signifying his climax quickly approaching. 

Dean came with a soft groan, placed one last kiss on your lips and then rolled over from above you to lay in his spot beside you. “Di-did you… you know?” He trailed off as he looked at the ceiling. 

You shook your head and sighed, “No.” 

Dean flipped to his side to face you, propped himself up on his elbow and placed his free hand on your stomach, “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? You’ve been acting weird all day.” 

Your stomach dropped as he rubbed at your belly, not knowing what was inside you but you turned your head towards him with a soft smile, “I’m okay, I promise.” 

His brows furrowed slightly, eyes darkened with worry before he smirked, trying to believe you. “Okay.” He sighed and laid down, turning off the bedside light, “If there is something going on, will you tell me though?” 

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see it in the dark, “Of course babe.” 

“Okay,” he said with a grunt as he turned on his side away from you. 

Tears filled your eyes, knowing that you had upset Dean, but you didn’t know how you were going to tell him the news. You rolled onto your side and cried yourself, silently, to sleep. 

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Two days had passed since that night. Two days full of awkward energy between the two of you because neither of you could talk to the other about two totally separate topics. 

You sighed as you threw a few more things into your duffle bag before zipping it and throwing it over your shoulder. You looked around your shared room with Dean once more with tear filled eyes and a melancholy smile. Dean was out on a supply run and probably a long drive with Baby, so it was the perfect time to get out.  

You didn’t want to leave but, with how things have been going, you figured some time away from each other would help the both of you. You trudged through the bunker slowly. Your mind was pushing your forward while your heart wanted to stay behind. 

You rounded the corner to the war room, and walked towards the stairs as you dragged your fingers across the map table. 

“Y/N?” 

Startled, you turned quickly with fists up and sighed, dropping your hands to your sides, when you realized who startled you, “Yeah, Sam?” 

He smirked and then became serious, “Where are you going?” 

You shrugged, “I’m going to go hole up in a motel for a couple days.” 

He set the book of lore he had in his hands down onto the map table, “Why?” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Because of what’s going on between you and Dean?” 

“Wha-How do you know about that?” You asked with a furrowed brow. 

He scoffed, “It’s really easy to tell when something is bothering you two.” He walked around the map table towards you, “Running away from this won’t fix this Y/N, you need to talk to Dean about whatever is going on between you two.” 

You sighed, “I know Sam, but I just,” you paused and rubbed your face, “I don’t know how to talk to him about what’s going on with me.” 

“Why not? I thought you two told each other everything?” 

You smiled, “We do, it’s just what I have to tell him is big.” 

“Bigger than defeating God?” Sam said with a chuckle. 

You laughed along with him, “I don’t know about that but,” you stopped as Sam looked at you quizzically. You pursed your lips and sighed, contemplating on telling Sam the news before Dean. Your brain got the best of you and “I’m pregnant,” fell out of your mouth like vomit. 

Your eyes widened along with Sam’s as he processed the news, “You-you’re pregnant?” 

You nodded sheepishly, “I am.” You walked past Sam and sat at the map table, letting your duffle fall from your shoulder and hit the floor with a loud thud, “And I don’t know how to tell him.” You put your head in your hands, “And because of this news, it made stuff,” you trailed off as you peaked between your fingers towards the gentle giant that was now sitting across from you at the table, “in bed the other night get a bit awkward.” 

Sam shook his head, “That’s all I need to hear.” He sat forward in his chair, “You need to talk to him, Y/N.” 

“I know, Sam. I will.” 

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You felt large, warm arms wrap around your waist and calloused fingertips rake over the bare skin of your belly that was peeking out from under your shirt, “Hey babe,” Dean whispered gruffly. 

You rubbed at your sleep ridden eyes, unsure of when you fell asleep, “Hey baby,” you smiled, “How was the supply run?” You were surprised he came into bed to wake you up with how things had been going. 

You could feel him smile against your shoulder, “It would have been better with you.” You giggled as he kissed your shoulder, “The drive gave me time to think though.” 

You turned in his arms to face him, “What did you think about?” 

Dean caressed your cheek softly and smirked, “Us.” You raised a brow towards him, “Before, you say anything, I want to apologize.” he licked his lips and captured the bottom one between his teeth, “I’ve been immature about the other night, it’s just,” he sighed, “I’ve never had a hard time making you cum. I’ve always prided myself with that and the other night just made me feel like maybe something was happening to us. Maybe-,” you placed a finger on his lips to stop him. 

You smiled softly, “I promise you Dean, it wasn’t you. It was all me.” You rolled away from him and walked towards your dresser as Dean sat up to watch you with a puzzled look. You pulled at the bottom drawer, lifted your grandmother's picture and pulled out the pregnancy tests. You turned towards Dean with a sigh, trying to hide the pregnancy tests between your hands the best you could as you sat in front of him on the bed. “I was distracted the other night because of this.” You held the tests out towards Dean, “I-I’m pregnant, Dean.” 

Dean grabbed the tests from your hands and stared at the two little pink lines on both sticks, “You’re pregnant?” 

You shook your head, “I am.” You chuckled, “That’s what my issue was the other night. I was so worried about the baby and how I was going to tell you that I just couldn’t cum.” 

He laughed, startling you slightly, “You’re pregnant!” He looked up at you, eyes shining with excitement, “Before, I would have worried about something like this but now? Now that we’re free from Chuck’s puppet strings? Thi-this is the best news.” Dean rubbed his mouth as he began to tear up, “I’m going to be a dad.” He got up out of bed and walked towards the door, “I’ve gotta tell Sammy!” He ripped open the door and yelled, “SAMMY!”You giggled as Dean jogged through the bunker calling his brother's name. 

He took the news much better than you expected. 

You got out of bed and followed Dean slowly. You walked through the halls, listening for the boys, surely, loud conversation. As you neared the library, you could hear Sam and Dean. You peaked around the corner of the doorway in the map table room to watch the interaction between the brothers. 

Dean’s back was towards you but you could imagine the beaming smile plastered across his face as he practically jumped in place, “I can’t believe it. Can you? Me? A DAD, Sammy?” 

Sam chuckled at his brother as he got up from his seat and dropped the book he had in his hands onto the worn oak, “Yeah, Dean.” He walked towards his brother and gave him a hug, “You raised me.” Sam patted Dean’s back and pulled away from the oldest Winchester, “You’ll do great.” 

You smiled and ducked back into the hallway. You wanted Dean to have his moment with his brother, so you walked back to your shared bedroom.You laid in bed and scrolled through social media on your phone. Only a few minutes passed by before Dean came running into your bedroom, stopping just inside the doorway and grabbing the door to shut it. “How’d it go?” You asked feigning ignorance. 

Dean crawled into bed beside you, “Great! He’s happy to be an uncle.” 

You giggled as you turned onto your side to face him, “I’m glad.” You placed a soft kiss on his lips and smiled, “I’m glad we can actually enjoy this and not worry about some outside force ruining things.” 

He caressed your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes with a small smirk, “I know. If this happened 6 months ago, I would have been a wreck.” He cleared his throat as his eyes grew darker, “Enough about that,” he almost growled. “I want to make up for the last few days.” 

“Oh?” You questioned, “How are you going to do that?” 

He bit his lip before he pushed you onto your back and crawled between your legs, “I’m going to make you cum, one time for everyday things were weird between us.” He pulled at your shorts with an impish grin, “You better be ready, baby.”

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Sweet Revenge

Pairing: Slash x (fem) reader

Words: 1,587k

Summary: You just found out your boyfriend has been cheating on you and decided to get some revenge, Slash is there to help you out. (smut)

A/N: This is super dirty, and the worst part is that I don’t regret anything!

Warnings: Mature Content, swearing and some kinky stuff.

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"What did you see!?" You asked over the phone, raising your voice.

"Seriously, Y/N, he's kissing her right now, in front of me!" Your sister answered over the phone, she was at a nightclub and had just seen your boyfriend with another girl.

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Absolutely, I passed by him not long ago."

You didn't say anything else, slamming the phone back on the hook.

"I will kill him!" You exclaimed, it was a Friday night and he had canceled your movie and dinner date because he had a “meeting at work”.

"What happened?" Slash, your friend, asked. You were at his apartment, watching a movie with popcorn and beer with him.

"Do you believe he cheated on me?" You got off the couch, starting to pace the room.

Slash looked at you, mouth open, but not sure what to say.

"All this time, he's making me stop going out with my friends, getting jealous about anything, while he's the one who cheated on me?" You couldn't believe what had happened. If it were in other circumstances you would be sad, but you were already considering the possibility of breaking up with him, his jealousy was always letting you in a bad mood.

"How long since I last saw you, Slash?" He opened his mouth, but you answered for him. “Almost three months! That's all because he is jealous of you! ” You ran your hands irritably through your hair.

“You wanna know what I'm going to do? I’ll make him regret it! ... Who does he think I am? I am Y/N Y/L/N, I will not stand here while he’s fucking some other chick! I’ll take revenge!” You sat on the edge of an armchair, tapping your fingers against your knee quickly, thinking of how to do that.

"You should fuck someone he doesn't like," Slash said getting up and walking slowly towards you. "I, for example."

You looked up, meeting his gaze behind his hair. There had always been a certain sexual tension between the two of you, but you always acted as if you had never noticed.

But that would be interesting. Slash was hot, too hot, just by looking at his shirtless body you could feel the tension building again. Besides, your boyfriend never liked him, so what better opportunity would you have?

"Are you volunteering, Slash?" You asked in the most velvety voice you could.

"It depends on what you say to me now, baby" His voice was an octave lower, making you bite your bottom lip.

"What if I said yes?" You asked standing up, your face just inches from his.

"Then I would do this:" His right hand went through your hair, holding your strands to pull your face closer to his, closing the space between you when his lips collided against yours.

The kiss you shared was urgent and voracious. You wrapped your arms around his neck while his left hand went down to your shorts, squeezing your ass.

The two of you started walking back slowly until Slash fell on the couch, you getting on top of him.

Moving away, you removed your white tank top quickly, returning to the kiss, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

Slash played with your nipples over the thin fabric of your bra, making you gasp as you moved your hips against his member, feeling it slowly start to stiffen.

"Oh, fuck." He whispered when you touched him over his pants. "You won't be teasing me, will you?"

"Relax, I'll take care of you today, baby." You emphasized the nickname he had used with you, standing up and quickly removing your clothes.

Slash wasted no time, sitting up, he removed his jeans at a record speed, making you smirk when you realized he wasn't wearing underwear.

Walking quickly to the bedroom, Slash returned with a condom in his hand, throwing it in your direction.

Sitting on the couch again, he leaned against the back of it, keeping his gaze on your body when you took your previous position by sitting on his lap.

"Show me what you can do, baby." He crossed his arms behind his head, intently watching your every move.

You moved your hand to his member, jerking it a few times, moving your thumb on the top of its head slowly, smiling when you saw pre-cum starting to form.

Turning your gaze to his face, you slowly opened the package with your mouth, watching the lust that arose in his eyes. You then put the condom on his member, slowly unrolling it along its length.

After aligning it with your entrance, you slowly got down, feeling it fill every part of you.

"Fuck." You whispered, closing your eyes for a brief second before beginning to move up and down in a subtle, steady motion.

"Oh, shit." Slash moved his lips to your right breast, gently biting your nipple, making a small moan leave your mouth.

After a few minutes, you increased your speed, going up and down at a faster and stronger pace, causing your boobs to bounce.

Slash's hands found your hips, squeezing them firmly and guiding your movements while he cursed under his breath.

At that point, yours and his moans had become louder than the TV, your nails were firmly pressed against his shoulders while he kissed and bit your neck.

"Fuck, I'm close." He groaned close to your ear, causing goosebumps on your skin.

Moving one of your hands down, you started to stimulate your clit, a small whimper leaving your lips, making Slash move away from your neck to admire the scene in front of him.

Your eyes closed and your other hand squeezee on one of your nipples, while a series of whimpers and small moans left your lips. He could feel your walls tightening against him, making him move his hips to meet with your movements, leaving you in a mess of moans.

"Slash!" A loud, long moan left your lips while your head tilted back and your climax hit you, leaving you bewildered for a few brief seconds.

"Oh fuck… Can I cum on your boobs?" He asked, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks for a few days.

You nodded quickly, unable to form words while trying to calm your breathing.

Getting off of him slowly, you kneeled on the couch while he stood up quickly, stopping in front of you and removing the condom while jerking his member in quick movements.

A few moans came out of his mouth when he closed his eyes and jets of cum hit your boobs, leaving your skin covered by his liquids.

"Oh...yeah!" He said between breaths, admiring the dirt he had made on you. "You get even hotter when you're like this, you know?"

You moved your fingers through the liquid, bringing it to your lips, sucking your fingers slowly.

"Oh, shit! Don’t do that to me!" You could see his member pulsing. "You’ll make me hard again."

"What if that is the intention?" You asked, repeating the gesture with your fingers while keeping your gaze fixed on his.

"Round 2?" He asked.

"Round 2!"

----

The next morning Slash gave you a ride home, where you lived with your boyfriend, or now your ex-boyfriend.

"You know, you surprised me last night." You looked at him, borrowing his sunglasses, covering the dark circles under your eyes caused by the few hours of sleep you had.

"I can tell you the same." He smirked.

"Thanks for th ride, Slash." You kissed his cheek, opening the door and getting out of the car.

Furious and striding, your boyfriend came out of the door.

"Where were you all night!?" His face was red with hate.

"At Slash's apartment." You said casually, walking towards the door.

"Did you spend the night there?" He raised his voice.

"Yes."

“Hey, Y/N. Call me when you want to do that again. ” Slash said, opening the car door and resting his arms on the hood. The wind played with his hair while he smirked looking in the direction of your boyfriend.

"I will!" You said grinning.

“I always knew you were a slut! In the first opportunity you had, you went and fucked this little shit. ” He gestured towards Slash.

"And how was your night with the girl at the club?" You stopped, turning towards him.

His mouth parted, he clearly didn't realize that your sister had recognized him there.

"I can-"

"Don't even waste your time, I just came to get my stuff, I'm going to my sister's!"

"Do you want a ride?" Slash asked.

"That would be great, baby!" You said smiling, turning your back and entering the house, being able to finally give the winning smile you've been holding since you arrived.

Outside the house, your ex-boyfriend looked at Slash with a death glare, but he just shrugged.

"She takes a while to get tired, doesn't she?" Slash asked, smiling as he saw a vein jump on the man's forehead.

"Done, I took everything." You reappeared, walking quickly to the car and throwing your suitcase in the back seat.

"Hey, do me a favor?" You looked at your ex. "Send a kiss to your new girlfriend, say I wish her luck."

Getting in the car you closed the door, smiling at Slash when he started the engine, heading towards the street.

And the last thing your ex saw was your middle finger out the window as Slash sped away from the house.

[wiypt-writes]

Leave No One Behind

Ch 13- We Don’t Get Along

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: The team undertake another mission, only this one doesn’t go according to plan putting the entire team in danger and Ari is left facing the fact that he might have pushed both Hannah and Sammy too far this time…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairings: Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

A/N: Man it feels so GOOD to get back to this fic! We’re ramping up to the climax of the film now guys, so buckle up!

Leave No One Behind Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 12 Part 2

A love like ours is love that's hard to find. How could we let it slip away? We've come too far to leave it all behind. How could we end it all this way? When tomorrow comes and we'll both regret, the things we said today.

  “Ari?”

Ari turned from where he had been helping someone across the sand to see a Navy Seal heading up the shore towards him.

“Yeah?”

“Here, this is for you.” The man handed him an envelope and Ari frowned. It wasn’t unusual for the Navy to sometimes bring messages and the like from home, especially as recently the stricter rules had meant that mail into Sudan from certain countries (Israel included) was being closely monitored, but still, he’d had a letter from Maya little over a week or so ago and wasn’t expecting another so soon.

“It's from your wife.” The seal continued, noting Ari’s hesitation and Ari reached out for the item in the man’s hand, glancing down at it.

“Thanks.” He folded the envelope and stuck it into his inside jacket pocket before he glanced up to see Hannah watching him, a confused expression on her face having clearly overheard the man refer to Sarah as his wife, which in fairness she still was as they weren’t divorced yet. But as he locked eyes with her, he saw the confusion slide into, well, hurt would be the most appropriate thing to describe it as and Ari, despite everything that was going on, let out a little groan. He hadn’t bothered to correct the man about Sarah and him being estranged because it wasn’t important all things considered.

Thankfully, Hannah shook herself out of her little moment and turned back to the task in hand which Ari was grateful for. This wasn’t the time or the place and he knew that Hannah would understand that. There were far more pressing things to deal with.

And those things got even more pressing when Max’s voice crackled over the radio.

“Guys, we have company.”

Ari froze, the radio in his hand as he hastily glanced around. “Say again?”

“We have company.”

Ari wheeled round and frantically began gesturing at the group of people on the shore line. “Go, go, go!” he urged, walking along the wet sand, his hand running through his hair as he looked up and over the beach. “What kind of company?” He asked, his voice urgent.

But the only response that came was Max cursing. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“Military jeeps approaching from the North!” Max’s voice was clear but Ari could tell he was panicked “I see three, four jeeps.”

“Fuck!” Ari yelled, turning and gesturing to another Navy seal “Go, go, go, get on the Waverly!”

“Ari, what-” Hannah looked at him but before she could finish her sentence the sound of gunfire exploded across the night, sand scattering into the air as the bullets hit the beach all around them. Hannah gave a scream and ducked as Ari instinctively pulled her in front of him, placing himself between the oncoming fire and her.

“Sammy!” She yelled, looking around and Ari raised his head to check if everyone was alright. Jake was hurriedly shepherding a group onto one of the boats, helping push it out into the ocean, Sammy dodging around everyone trying to stop the panicking refugees from running away up the beach.

And then, one of the Navy seals gave a shout and dropped not far from where they were. Sammy paused and looked at the injured man, Hannah doing the same and they both ran towards him, keeping low.

Hannah was the first to reach him, and dropping to her knees she instinctively started to remove the man’s outer layer of clothing. “What's your name, soldier?” She asked, and when the man’s response was nothing more than a pained and panicked scream, she repeated her question a little more forcefully, trying to get him to stay conscious. “What's your name?”

“David.” He stuttered out, swallowing as he glanced up at her, his eyes wide with fright.

“David.” She nodded, her gaze not moving from his face as Sammy dropped to her side and immediately got to work, tearing off a sleeve from the man’s jacket and pressing it to the wound in his chest attempting to stem the blood. “Stay with us, okay?”

“You're gonna be all right.” Sammy nodded, before he looked up at Ari. “Get my bag, it's in the truck.”

“There’s no time!” Ari urged, ducking as another wave of bullets came flying their way. “We gotta get him to the Waverly.”

Sammy and Hannah exchanged a glance and Hannah took a deep breath.

“We’re sitting ducks out here, Sammy. His best chance is with the Navy medics.”

Sammy nodded and Ari grabbed one of the seals who had come running to help “Grab a leg!”

Ari and the Soldier lifted the wounded man, Sammy keeping his hand pressed over the wound in his chest as they made their way to the last waiting boat where they lay him down carefully with another seal.

“Hey, don't let go of this wound.” Sammy looked at the soldier who took over from him.

“Keep the pressure on even if your hand turns numb.” Hannah shouted over the noise, issuing instructions to the man in the boat. “You let go, he's dead!”

Hannah began to back away as Ari and Sammy gave the boat a shove, sending it over the beach before the three of them began to sprint up the beach, the bullets continued to fire into the air and sand around them. Ari shoved Hannah in front of him, yelling at her to keep low and not to stop, his heart pounding in out and out panic that she was going to get hit as they half ran, half stumbled to a cluster of rocks set a bit further up the beach, a little back from the shore line. Ari had no idea where Max or Jake had gone, he only hoped they’d found cover, but they were sensible guys, they knew the drill.

The three of them dropped into the shelter of the rocks, gunfire splintering shards off the boulders as they ducked, Hannah shrieking again as Ari once more twisted himself around her, one hand pushing her head down, the other curling around his own in a brace position.

“Dozen or so targets have been identified.” A Navy operative cracked on his radio. “Permission to engage.”

“No, do not engage!” Ari yelled back into his radio, desperate to try and keep control of the situation. “If you engage, it's all over. I'll handle it.”

“How?” Hannah screamed at him. “How the fuck are you going to handle this, Ari?”

Her eyes were wide with fright as he looked at her, swallowing slightly before he moved and took a quick look around at the approaching Sudanese Military.

“Do you trust me?” His chest heaved as he snapped his head back to look her in the eyes and she frowned.

“What? Yes, of course I do but-”

Before she could say anything else he grabbed her face, his large hands practically crushing her cheeks before he gave her a quick, furious peck on the lips and moved, tossing his radio onto the beach and covering it with sand.

“What are you doing?”

“Stay quiet and hidden.” He looked at her. “Once we’re gone, you find Max and Jake, and get back to the resort.”

“Ari, don’t you dare! I swear to fucking God if you leave-“

“Hannah for once in your life just shut up and do what I say!” He hissed at her, his face stern. At that he turned to Sammy “Follow my lead. “

“No, Ari-” Hannah began to protest but at that Ari stood up.

“Don't shoot, don't shoot!” He urged as he stepped out of the cover of the rocks.

“Sammy, please!” Hannah sobbed quietly as her brother dropped a soft kiss to her head.

“Do as he says, Han.” He urged before he too stood up and walked towards Ari, his hands held either side of his head.

“My name is Guy Thomas!” Hannah could hear Ari shouting. “From the Red Sea Diving Resort. We have tourists on night dive. What are you doing? Where's your commander?”

There was more shouting, and angry yelling and Hannah clamped her hand over her mouth, her body shaking uncontrollably as the tears poured down her face. She fought to keep the sobs from escaping her mouth, as she flattened herself back into the rocks as the shouting grew quieter and quieter. Eventually she heard the slamming of truck doors and the sound of engines as the vehicles tore away from the beach, and then there was nothing but the noise of the waves crashing against the shore.

Her chest felt tight and she was struggling to breathe, like her airway had been cut off. Scrunching her eyes closed, she hugged her knees closer to her body, waiting for the panic to subside as the world around her began to spin. She counted, reached down to the sand, feeling it between her fingers, cool against the heated skin on her clammy palms. Eventually, her chest released and she took in a painful gasp of air and opened her eyes, focussing on a spot of seaweed which lay to the left of the rock she was leaning against.

Hannah had no idea how long she was sat there, but eventually she gathered enough about her to take a cautious peek out from the rocks. She could see nothing, so she emerged at a crawl, staying low to the ground before she tentatively rose to her knees, then her feet, and began to scramble as best she could up the sand. A movement in her peripheral made her still but as her eyes focussed in the dim moonlight she recognised Jake’s loping gait. Then, another movement to the right had her focussing in that direction and she saw Max making his way towards Jake.

With a relieved sob she began to run towards them, stumbling a little as she sprinted as fast as she could towards the two men, just as Jake tackled Max to the floor. She continued running as Jake let go of Max having realised who he was and helped him to his feet, giving him a quick and urgent embrace. The two of them then spun in her direction and as she stumbled again, this time she couldn’t stop herself, and she felt her body pitching forward.

“Hey, I got you.” Max caught her under her armpits and pulled her to him as she pressed her face into his chest, her breathing ragged as she began to sob.

“Ari, Sammy, they took…they took…” She was hyperventilating again, the tears coursing down her face and Max pulled back a little, both his hands cupping her cheeks.

“We know.” He nodded. “They’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that!” She practically screamed and Jake hastily hushed her. “This, it’s like Andy again, Max! I can’t lose him! I can’t lose him, or Sammy, I can’t!”

“Cracker, I know this is hard, but you gotta be quiet.” Max’s hands curled around her upper arms as he stooped down a little so his face was level with hers. “We need to get out of here.”

Hannah took in a deep gulp of air, trying to control herself as she knew he was right.

“Let’s get home and find out what’s going on.” Jake added, his voice a little shaky.

“Yeah, okay.” She nodded, her voice wobbling. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“Hey, nothing to be sorry for.” Max gently placed his hand on her neck in a sign of affection. “Come on.”

He offered her his hand and she took it, lacing her fingers into his and he gave a little encouraging squeeze. Taking a tentative step, she was pleased to find her legs cooperating, and with Jake walking on her other side, the three of them made their way quickly to the trucks.

“Dumb bastards left the keys.” Jake’s voice was shaky but relieved as he checked the ignition in one truck, Max inspecting the other before he gave a nod.

“Same here.” Max spoke. “Okay, we’ll take the off road route home. It’ll take us a little longer but we’ll avoid anyone who may or may not be waiting for us.”

Jake nodded, before he paused, and gave Max a quick embrace before he stooped to give Hannah a hug, noticing that she was shivering violently from a combination of fright and cold.

“Here.” he said gently, taking his jacket off and dropping it over her shoulder.

“Thanks Jake.” She mumbled, clutching it round her tightly, her fingers curling over the material, clinging to it as if her life depended on it.

“Any time, Red.” He smiled and she gave a little nod before she turned and made her way to the truck Max had checked.

As Jake made to walk away, Max grabbed his arm.

“You stop for nothing or no-one. If anything happens to one of us, the other keeps going.” He instructed, his voice low as he shot a glance over his shoulder to double check Hannah wasn’t in ear shot. “Fuck this leave no one behind bullshit.”

Jake nodded. “Keep going, yeah, got it.” He looked around before he sighed.” Ari and Sammy, man. They’re-”

“I know.” Max replied, his voice sombre as he cut Jake off. It didn’t need saying, he knew that they were in deep shit. “But if we don’t get back, then this situation is gonna be a whole lot worse.”

“Stay safe.” Jake nodded, and with a final quick embrace the two men headed to their respective trucks. Max hauled himself in to his and stole a quick glance at Hannah as she sat on the passenger seat, huddled in on herself, looking out of the window over the ocean. He took a deep breath, turned the key in the ignition and then set off, pulling away from the beach quickly, the wheels spinning slightly on the loose shale ground beneath the tyres.

****

"We're gonna get outta here. It's gonna be okay." Ari stated with fake conviction as he paced up and down the filthy jail cell he and Sammy had been thrown into. 

Sammy didn't respond, he had fallen into an introspective state the moment the Sudanese soldiers had made them get in the jeep and was now sat on a rusted bench inspecting the blood on his hands. Ari was worried about him and he had given Sammy a side glance before assuring him everything would turn out right, hoping to get the man out of the dangerous headspace he seemed to be caught in, but Sammy didn't even spare him a look. 

Then a guard walked past, the sound of a bunch of keys jingling and the clanking in another cell lock alerting Ari who turned hastily. "Hey, hey, excuse me." He called. "Excuse me. I need to talk to your commander. Hey!" Ari insisted but the guard totally ignored him, causing his despair as he resumed his pacing along the cell. "Fucking asshole."  

 "You're the asshole, Ari." Sammy spoke, his voice calm as his eyes remained fixed on the floor. 

"What?" Ari stopped and turned to look at him. 

 "I told you to cancel tonight's operation, I told you. I told you." Sammy insisted, his tone still calm as he fiddled with his fingers.

"You don't get to make that call." Ari responded somewhat irritated as he approached the cell door again.

 "No, I don't get to make that call, only you get to make that call."

"Is there something you wanna say?" Ari harshly asked.

"Why did you bring me down here?" Sammy lifted his head to look at Ari for the first time since they had arrived in the jail. "You act like we're best friends, but you never listen to a word I say. And I'm clearly not the best field doctor around anymore." He added as he raised his injured hand to punctuate his words. "Is it pity? Or was it just so you could get close to Hannah again?”

Ari snapped at Sammy's insinuations of him having a hidden agenda. "Yeah, it was pity. You happy? Now shut up." He ordered as he ran his hands through his hair. "We'll get out of here if we stay calm." 

 "They're gonna find out who we are." Sammy groaned. "They're gonna go to the hotel if they're not there already and they're gonna kill every single one of them, Max, Jake, Rachel..."

"Hey, stop using names." Ari cut him off as he walked towards him. He wanted, or better yet, he needed Sammy to keep the cover, and he also didn't need to hear him say the name of his sister. He didn't want to think about it, nor did he want to think about the fact he had left her behind albeit for a good reason, and the thought of her not being able to get to the resort safe and sound made him feel physically sick. "You don't know who's listening."

Sammy sat still but continued with his tirade against Ari's methods. "You think this kind of work is romantic? It's not romantic, it's practical. There's a protocol. You can't just make shit up as you go along and hope for the best."

"I know that." Ari snapped. "What we do is dangerous. People get hurt sometimes." He said in an attempt to justify his reckless ways, but that was the last straw. At the mention of someone being hurt Sammy cut him off loudly.

"Oh, I know." He shouted as he help up his hand angrily

"Is that what this is about? Your hand? Tangiers?"

"You know, I was a surgeon before I met you, and you dare come into my clinic, and make a joke about me not saving lives." Sammy replied, his tone harsh but calm at the same time.

"What joke, when did I make a joke? What joke?" Ari asked, annoyed and stunned at Sammy's accusation.

"It's not about my hand! It's about you." Sammy yelled as he stood up to face Ari. "It's about you and me. And Hannah. You had to drag her back into this fucking shit, and now she loves you." He spat the words at his friend's face, causing Ari to wince. "And they’re gonna torture us and we're gonna die in here and she’s gonna lose the both of us, lose someone she loves, again, and... and it's because your ego won't accept any help from anybody else.  And no matter what you do, I still fucking follow you around like that fucking dog of yours."

Ari swallowed. He was frozen and lost for words and the least he could do, or so he thought,  was to allow his friend the right to pour his heart out whether he liked his words or not. Sammy stood there looking at him for a few seconds before he laughed softly.

"I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid..." He repeated as he retreated to the cell door crying until he eventually shut up and started sobbing as he held onto the bars of the door.

"Hey." Ari tried to calm him, but then Sammy let out a scream of a yell, causing Ari to run towards him in an attempt to make him shut up.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop, you're gonna get us killed. Don't-" he started to say as he tried to keep his voice even but Sammy cut him off with a punch which took Ari by surprise. Sammy took advantage of his staggering friend and blew him a couple more blows before Ari finally reacted, dodging the next one and was able to retaliate with a punch of his own, more in the hopes of making Sammy stop in order to avoid attracting the guards attention, than in a real desire to hurt him.

Eventually, the fight finally broke when Ari was able to overpower Sammy slamming him against a wall.

 "Sammy, stop." He hissed.

Sammy didn't fight back but pushed him away. "I tell you something now, Ari. If by some miracle we get out of here, if anything has happened to my sister, or Rachel because of you, I’ll fucking kill you myself."

Ari stared at Sammy as his words sank in. He was devastated, overridden by guilt and worried that his friend’s words might be actually a reality when or if they got out of that prison. That something might have happened to Hannah, to his firefly, because of him and his ego getting in the way. He had put his need to try and maintain cover so that they could continue their work before the safety of his team by forbidding the Navy Seals to get involved. They could have ended this there and then on the beach, and now they’d be on a ship heading for the safety of home. Instead here he was, banged up in a cell, again, with Sammy, having no idea if Hannah and the rest of the guys had made it home.

And if something happened to them, to his Firefly, he didn't know what he was gonna do. 

He felt the tears stinging at the back of his eyes as he slumped on the bench, his head in his hands, before he starting to silently sob.

****

The cell was silent, both men slumped on the floor on opposite walls. The only noises made since the fight had been Sammy's panting and Ari's hushed sobbing, which had died after a while. Ari was now watching his diver's watch, the time going painfully slow. It had been almost eight hours since they had been there. Eight fucking hours and every guard had ignored him. He sighed and threw his head back, grimacing as his face hurt from the blows Sammy had given him. He felt miserable. It was hot and sticky and he was in pain both physically and emotionally as Sammy hadn't spoken a word to him since their fight.

Eventually, Ari gathered all the strength he had left and pulled himself from the floor to sit on the bench and there he was, led on that bench, trying to clear his mind, when he heard footsteps. He sat up when a guard opened the door and nodded to them. He shared a glance with Sammy, who was also sitting up from his spot on the floor, and together they followed the guard out, down the corridor and into the main building where he saw Rachel and Madibo. Ari quickly put two and two together, Rachel must have gone to find Madibo to talk him into letting them out of the prison, and Sammy must have been thinking the same thing as Ari heard him give a little sigh. 

Ari was looking at Rachel, trying to read any sign Hannah was safe, but she was just staring at Sammy, taking in his horrible appearance as she struggled to keep a straight face. Ari knew that much, so his eyes fell on Madibo who was looking at him also taking in his injuries and then the Colonel's eyes flicked to Sammy's blood stained top. 

"Who did this to you?" Madibo asked them both, before he angrily turned to a guard speaking to him in Amharic.

"No, no, no, that's...It's not, they didn't..." Ari explained before he gestured between him and Sammy. "We did this. To each other."

Madibo frowned at Ari. "What do you mean?"

"We don't get along." Sammy deadpanned.

Madibo looked at Rachel before looking back at them and started chuckling heartily "Crazy Hawajas."  He said before laughing again. "You're free to go."

Ari paused, not daring to believe it, to believe his luck once more. He glanced at Sammy and then at Rachel and, looking for confirmation, he turned to Madibo who nodded. “You may go."

The three undercover agents thanked him and silently they made their turn to go, being escorted out by a guard. No sooner had they put a foot out of the building that Ari gently grabbed Rachel's arm, making her stop. 

"Did…"

"All three of them made it back, safe." Rachel cut him off before he could mention any names, her face expression not giving anything more away.

Ari let out a sigh of relief, as did Sammy, and the three of them stayed silent until they reached the jeep a few steps ahead when Rachel stopped and turned to Sammy, wrapping her arms around him.

"Hey." Sammy whispered, as he held her tight against him.

Ari dropped his head and stood still, hands on his jacket's pockets. He felt like he was intruding, but at the same time he was also desperate to get back and he knew it was like a five hour drive at least, till he could also wrap his arms around his firefly. Eventually Sammy pulled away and Rachel turned to Ari and examined at his face. "You did that?"

 "He’s an asshole." Sammy just shrugged.

Ari sighed and rubbed his head for a moment before holding his hands out for the keys. "I’ll drive."

****

The car drive back to the resort was distressing to say the least. You could cut the tension inside the car with a knife. Sammy had been sulking on the back seat all the time, refusing to say a single word to either of them. Rachel, on her part, had remained silent as well once she had filled them in properly in all the details of the last twelve hours or so at the resort and how she had gone to ask for Madibo's help after speaking to Ethan, who had told her he was flying to Port Sudan that very same day, but she turned back to check up on Sammy or watch Ari every now and then.

All in all, Ari was anxious and couldn't wait to get out of that suffocating space and hold Hannah in his arms again and check with his own eyes she was well. And he did after a few hours, as the car approached the resort he could see her figure standing behind Ethan, holding onto Jake's arm, squinting as if to check it was really him who was driving the incoming car.  Uneasy though he was about Ethan's presence at the resort, Ari tried unsuccessfully to hold back a smile when he stopped the car and Hannah ran past Ethan towards him, jumping onto his arms once he had got out of the jeep, hugging him for dear life.

Ari held her tightly, chuckling before whispering sweet nothings into her hair to assure his girl he was really there and in one piece.  But no sooner had he chuckled again and kissed Hannah's cheek and put her down, she slapped him fiercely across his face, causing his head to whip sharply to the right as she started yelling at him.

"It isn't funny, you asshole!" 

Ari tried to calm her as he struggled to dodge her blows as she hammered her fists at his chest, his face, anything she could aim at, but it was proving a really difficult task. Hannah had gone into overdrive and was desperately trying to whack him as tears run down her face. 

"Hannah!" Sammy called her, in an attempt to stop his raging sister, more as a desire to calm her than preventing her from hitting Ari. And then, as Hannah's brain registered the sound of her brother's voice, she stopped dead and threw herself into his arms, sobbing disconsolately. 

Eventually Hannah pulled away and Sammy kissed the top of her head before Rachel took her out of Ari's reach. Ari was confused, he knew deep down that Hannah had all the right to be mad at him but was hoping to make her understand why he had acted like he had before having to deal with Ethan and thus, he made a move to follow her and Rachel but Ethan cleared his throat demanding his attention and compelling him to stay put with only one look.

"You're overdressed." Ari commented, trying to lighten the tension a bit. But Ethan wasn't in any mood whatsoever to entertain his dark humour.

"Let's talk, inside." he ordered, un-phased.

 Ari dropped his head and had just started following Ethan who had turned to go inside when Sammy called the older man.

"Ethan!" He paused, giving time for Ethan to turn to look at him. "The soldier that was shot?"

Hannah dropped her head, she already knew the man’s fate as it had been one of the first things she had asked Ethan when he arrived in the resort, and Ethan looked at Sammy sympathetically before answering. 

"He lost too much blood." 

Sammy's head fell in understanding and Ethan turned again to follow Ari to his and Hannah’s hut. 

Ari paused to take off his jacket, before he felt something in the inside left pocket and suddenly remembered the letter he had received on the beach. He pulled it out, taking a look for the first time at the writing on the front and whilst it was addressed in Sarah’s tidy writing, he spotted a small smiley face in the bottom corner drawn in crayon. Taking a deep breath to steady his once more brewing emotions, he tossed the letter onto his nightstand before throwing his jacket over the chair in the corner as Ethan closed the door to the hut behind him.

"How did this happen?" Ethan asked, his voice calm.

"They mistook us for smugglers." Ari explained, his voice lower than usual, as he took off his watch as well and placed it on the bedside table, before picking up a towel that was on his bed.

"This whole thing's a bloody mistake." Ethan stated, visibly angry now, before sighing "It doesn't... It doesn't really matter anymore."

 Ari then stilled, realising what he meant. "You shutting us down?" He asked, and Ethan nodded, making him drop the towel he was cleaning himself with and sit on his bed. “You can't, Ethan." he said then, keeping his voice as calmed as possible. This mission's a success, we've got thousands of people out, we have thousands more coming this way." 

"That's exactly why we have to stop now.  While it's still a success." Ethan offered.

 Ari then stood up again. "God, you're thinking about the politics. Nothing's changed." He said, almost pleaded, as he approached Ethan. "The Sudanese don't know the missing..."

"You could have died last night." Ethan cut him off. "We were this close," he said, gesturing with his index finger and thumb, "to having an all-out war between our Navy Seals and the Sudanese military.  You were arrested. Again. They have a file on you."

With a groan Ari sat back down on the edge of his and Hannah’s bed.

"My job here isn't finished." He stated stubbornly, his voice soft again, making Ethan sigh and take a seat on a chair in front of where Ari was sat.

“Open your eyes. Look what's happening in Khartoum. They're arresting and executing dissidents. They're beating uncovered women in the street. They're expelling foreigners. Textbook revolution. It's time to get out." 

"Please, Ethan, please." Ari pleaded, but Ethan cut his pleads off loudly.

 "I want you chaps home." And then he shrugged.  "I don't need more bodies on my conscience. Take a few days to organize. And get the hell out of this God forsaken place."

Ari didn't say a word, but then again there wasn't much else he could say, and Ethan sighed as he stood up.

"Now I suggest you go deal with your domestic problems."

Ari shook his head, fully understanding what Ethan was referring to, and as much as he knew that was exactly what he had to do, he wasn't looking forward to Hannah's reaction to him again.

"I've been here for a few hours already and she’s hardly spoken a word. Every so often she would simply get up and walk the dog but that was it." Ethan explained and Ari sighed frustratedly. "Textbook PTSD if you ask me." He added, watching Ari intently.

"PTSD?" Ari frowned, lifting his head to look at Ethan who rolled his eyes and audibly sighed at his team leader's stupidity.

"Shall I remind you she already lost a husband in very similar circumstances?"

"Shit." Ari groaned, suddenly everything clicking in. A night mission, an ambush, them hiding behind rocks trying to find cover from stray shots...

"Penny dropped, Ari?" Ethan asked, before opening the hut's door.

Ari looked at him and swallowed hard as he nodded, his head falling down before whispering. "Yeah, yeah."

"Good. Now go deal with it." Ethan suggested before stepping outside the hut. Once outside he paused, and turned to Ari, a slight twinkle in his eyes. “I have to ask, where did you find the dog?”

“Erm…” Ari frowned at the man’s change of subject before he took a deep breath. “Han found him, in a cave at the end of the cove.”

“Hmmm.” Ethan said, his eyes flashing with a sudden humour. “I like him. He reminds me of someone, can’t think who” And with a final look at Ari he turned and left.

As the door shut behind Ethan, Ari let out a groan and ran his hands down his tender face. His fingers steeped in front of his mouth as he contemplated the fact that Ethan had basically just ended the mission. Ari wasn’t an idiot, he had known for a while this day would come, sooner rather than later, but still he wasn’t ready, not yet.

But then, would he ever be?

His eyes wandered around the hut that he had, for the last two years, called his home and all thoughts of disappointment flew from his mind as he spotted the envelope he’d tossed down five or so minutes ago. He stood up and made his way over, snatching it up before he opened it and pulled out the contents. There was no long letter, simply two folded up pieces of paper. The first one was blank, but inside that one was another that held a crayon drawing and he instantly felt his nose begin to sting and his eyes watered as he glanced down at the sketch of Maya, Sarah and him, complete with his rucksack hanging from his hand and beard on his face. He took a shuddering breath as he saw the words ‘My family’ written over the top of the photo and he wiped his eyes hastily, before he spotted that Maya had written the letters PTO in the bottom corner. He did just that and felt his mouth drop open at the second drawing on the back. It was him, this time depicted on a beach, with a woman next to him with long, dark hair, and at his feet sat a small grey dog. This time, the words ‘My Dad At Work’ were written alongside it and Ari sighed, taking a deep breath as he chuckled a little.

“Oh Munchkin.” He whispered, tracing the lines of the drawing a little before he folded it and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans to show Hannah.

That was if he could find her because, as it stood, she was proving to be quite elusive. She was nowhere to be found in the main building, Max and Jake who were in there both told him they hadn’t seen her in a while. He checked everywhere he could think of, the reception, kitchen, spare rooms, lounge area before be headed out to her little cave and there was no sign of her there either. With a sigh he stood on the beach, hands on his hips as he glanced along the shore line trying to figure out where she could possibly have gone when he heard a little bark in the distance. Turning his head towards it, Ari felt a smile cross his face as his eyes landed in the little boat shed where all the diving equipment was kept.

Bingo.

He hurried towards it and found her, not in the hut, but sat in one of the boats tied to the jetty, looking out over the ocean. Simon gave a little whine as he saw Ari coming and started to wag his tail in greeting.

“Hey.” Ari spoke as he walked down the small wooden jetty towards the diving boat. “I’ve been looking for you all over.”

“Take a hint then.” Hannah sniffed, not bothering to turn to look at him. “When someone hides it usually means they don’t wanna be found.”

“Is that what you were doing?” Ari asked as he gently stepped onto the boat causing it to sway gently, ripples spreading out on the surface of the ocean which was as still as a millpond. Simon jumped up at him and he gently pushed the dog down, giving him a quick pat.

“Leave me alone, Ari.” Her response, although not a direct yes, was affirmative. “I don’t wanna talk to you right now.”

“Come on Firefly, please.” Ari sighed, sitting on the bench opposite her. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what exactly?” Her head snapped up to look at him and Ari took a deep breath as he saw the anger blazing once more in her eyes. “For almost getting us killed? For being a reckless asshole? For fucking leaving me behind?”

By the time she had finished her voice was loud, laced with hurt as much as anger, and Ari swallowed, shaking his head.

“I needed you to stay hidden, Hannah.” He pressed, trying to explain his actions. “If they’d have seen you and taken you do you know what they’d have done to you?”

“You left me, Ari!” Hannah sniffed. “You left me and I was terrified.”

“Because I couldn’t let them find you, Baby!” Ari felt his gut twisting at the expression on Hannah’s face as she glanced away from him, tears in her eyes. “Do you think I wanted to leave you?”

“I doesn’t matter what you wanted!” Hannah screamed at him, making him recoil a little. “You did it! And I didn’t know what had happened to you, or what they were gonna do to you, or if I was ever gonna see you or Sammy ever again. I was going mad there, in the dark, hiding by those rocks and having to listen to everyone yelling and wondering if they were gonna find me, and if they had I’d have been there, alone, no gun, nothing!”

“I had no choice, Han!” Ari replied, his own voice gathering volume and momentum as he tried to make her understand. “If they’d have found you, you know what this place is like for women, shit, I don’t even wanna think about what those bastards would have done to you.” He swallowed, as the mere thought about what she could have gone through was enough to make him feel sick.

Hannah glanced at him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as tears coursed down her face. All Ari wanted to do was hold her in his arms, but as he moved towards her she held her hands out and shook her head.

“Firefly…” 

“I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore.” She spoke softly, and Ari frowned at her sudden change of mind and demeanour. “We all got back safe. You and Sammy are here and okay, well, sort of.” She nodded to the bruises on the left side of his face and Ari took a deep breath as she continued. “But I can’t lose you, Ari. I won’t go through that again, I can’t go through that again, I’m sorry.”

“What are you saying?” Ari whispered, his stomach turned to lead as he contemplated what her words meant. And when she answered, and confirmed his fears, he felt like his entire world was crumbling around him.

“I can’t do this.” She waved her hand between them. “Not anymore.”

“Hannah, no, please.” He gulped, reaching for her hand. ”Don’t do this.”

“What choice do I have?” She sniffed through her tears. “I love you, Ari. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, Mi Lobo, but I can’t lose you, and I can’t lose what I don’t have.”

“Hannah…” Ari felt his own lip beginning to wobble as he trailed off, the lump in his throat felt like a golf ball as the tears pricked his eyes.

“I couldn’t stand you leaving me again or dying…” Hannah’s voice dropped to a whisper and Ari shook his head.

“I’m never gonna leave you, Firefly.” He took a shuddering breath. “Not that way, you know this. I love you so fucking much.”

She turned her blue eyes to his, and he reached up, his hands cupping her face. “Ethan is pulling us out now anyway, so we’re going home.” His thumbs gently brushed over her cheekbones as he held her face steady so he could look at her. “And I’ll find something else to do. A desk job...”

“Will you?” Her tone was disbelieving.

“Yes!” He implored. “I told you almost two years ago that this was going to be my last field mission.”

“And how long until you get bored, or miserable?” Hannah shook her head, pulling her face out of his gently grasp.

“Nothing could make me as miserable as losing you.”

She turned to look out of the boat over at the sun which was sinking below the horizon before she shrugged. “Well, suppose you’d know how that feels, I mean, you walked away from me once after all.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth Ari heard her groan a little and he looked down at his hands, as he felt her turn to face him.

“I’m sorry, that was mean.”

“Maybe.” He looked at her with a sad smile. “But the truth hurts doesn’t it?” He took a deep breath and wiped at his eyes. “I can’t explain how sorry I am for leaving you last night. I can’t apologise enough for being an asshole and I can’t even begin to show you how much I love you, Hannah.” He sniffed a little and looked at her.

“I know.” She shook her head, fresh tears falling from her face.

“Then don’t finish this, please.” Ari’s chest hitched as Hannah looked at him once more, before she let out a huge sob, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, Ari, I don’t want to, I don’t wanna be without you.” She cried. “I was lashing out, you know I lost Andy and yesterday I really thought I’d lost you again, and Sammy, and as per the last time I never got to say goodbye….”

At that she completely broke down, more apologies spilling from her mouth, and Ari hastily moved to sit by her, pulling her to him as she sobbed, her hands fisting in the back of his T-shirt as her arms hugged him. Ari pressed his face into her hair, his own chest hitching with silent sobs as he held her tightly, never wanting to let her go again. He’d been an asshole, he knew that. He also, deep down, knew that Ethan was right. They did need to get out of here. Not simply because of the Authorities, but the team were tied, they were done. And it was certainly better to quit whilst it had been successful than to go out under a dark cloud should anything go wrong.

Plus, he couldn’t lose the woman in his arms. Not again. He wanted a future with her. He saw them building a home, living together in a normal place, doing on normal dates, marriage and maybe even a family of their own.

With a shuddering breath he pulled back and looked down at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I don’t wannabe without you, either.” He shook his head. “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Firefly. And I know me and Sarah aren’t legally divorced yet, but as soon as we’re home I’m gonna sort that out and…” he trailed off. “Then it’s a clean slate, for me and you.”

At that Simon jumped up in between them and Ari’s large hand lazily scratched behind his ear, as he took the opportunity to steady his emotions as the relief that she didn’t want to end things between them flooded Ari’s system. As the dog let out a little sigh of satisfaction, Ari was suddenly reminded of the picture in his pocket. He shifted slightly, and reached behind him, pulling it free.

“What’s that?” Hannah asked, wiping her face.

“It’s the letter the Navy Seal gave to me.” He said, holding it out to her. “Maya sent it. Have a look.”

Hannah eyed him for a moment before she took the piece of paper and Ari watched as she studied it, her eyes growing wide. She took a deep breath, tears once more trickled down her cheeks as she gave a little laugh, before she looked back up at him.

“If you wanna know where exactly you sit in my life, then there you have it.” He swallowed. “Maya knows all about you, because I tell her so much, and, fuck, Hannah…I…”

At that he was cut off as she surged forward, pressing her lips to his, her arms round his neck, pulling him down to her. Ari’s hand slipped a little on the bench, causing Simon to grumble in protest as he wriggled free from where he had been unceremoniously squashed as Ari’s strong arms pinned Hannah to his chest. The kiss was frantic, moans and groans slipping from both their mouths as their tongues fought for dominance. Hannah’s hands moved to tangle in the back of Ari’s hair, fisting slightly around the ends of the long strands round his neck and then the pain in Ari’s face suddenly registered and he gave an involuntary hiss and pulled back, his hand reaching up to his face, fingers gently pressing along his jawline.

Hannah studied him in the dim light that was now flooding the boat thanks to the lamps coming on around the resort. She gently reached up and titled his head around so she could see his injuries and for the first time noticed that it wasn’t just around his left eye. That side of his jaw as also peppered with bruises. She swallowed.

“Did they…”

“No.” Ari assured her. “It was Sammy. We err, we had a fight.”

“What?” She frowned, her hands dropping to his shoulders. “Why?”

“Coz I’m an asshole.”  He shrugged and Hannah arched her eyebrow.

“Well, yes, that’s a given, you are but…” She sighed. “Next time he beats up your pretty face I’m gonna smash his head against the floor.”

“You think my face is pretty, huh?” Are teased, gently placing his hands on her hips and Hannah smiled.

“You’re the most handsome man in the whole world to me, Lobo.”

“Good to know.” Ari smirked.

Hannah studied him for a moment before she sighed. “I love you, I’m so sorry for before.”

“Hey, don’t.” He shook his head. “I understand, I was an asshole. You and Sammy, you’re both right but…” He took a deep breath. “That’s why I get what Ethan’s saying now. We’re done. It’s time we all go home.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“Well I need to find Kabede, make sure he’s okay, and break the news to him.” Ari licked his lips. “Then we need to pack up what stuff we need to here and then we go.”

“Cut and run?”

“Most probably.” He nodded.

“Hmmm.” Hannah looked at him. “There is one thing you gotta do before all that.”

“What?”

“Shower. You stink.” She wrinkled her nose and Ari let out sigh.

“Yeah well, it wasn’t exactly the Ritz in there.” He shrugged before he ran one of his hands through his slightly greasy hair, the other flexing on her hip. “Wanna come scrub my back?”

Hannah looked at him for a moment, before she licked her lips and gave a grin. “Only if you repay the favour.”

“Why kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” Ari grinned and with a little groan he rose to his feet, offering Hannah his hand. She took it and together they made their way down the quiet, moonlit beach heading for their hut, Simon trotting behind them.

**** Chapter 14

[hawksmagnolia]

Not My Name

Drunk Drabble prompt submitted to @HBC

Summary: Reader is tired of shitty sex and Clint’s constant teasing. Bucky decides to take matters into his own hands.

Who: Bucky/reader

Word count: 1,412

Warnings: It’s smut yo. And swearing. And more smut.

Authors Note: Thank you anon for the awesome prompt! I hope you enjoy it. -xo- Allie

“Hey little girl, you got eyes on them?”

“Call me little girl again and I’m going to kick your ass Barton.” I mumbled into the comm.

Clint scoffed. “As if.”

Rolling my eyes, I adjusted my binoculars. “Yeah, I got them. Does Steve know that he’s got a rip in his pants just south of his left ass cheek?”

There was a choked sound and I smirked. Clint was to my left and three stories higher because he wasn’t happy unless there was nothing between him and the sky. Barnes was a building over, a lurking shadow at the steps to a nearby building. Barnes never joined in with Clint and I as we passed time on jobs like this. We had to do something, sometimes we were stuck in position for hours and too much time alone means you start talking to pigeons. Steve had made us stay on our own channel although Barnes could override it if shit went sideways. 

“So, how’d your date go last night?”

“Can you not Clint?”

“Hey, I’m your friend. And friends are allowed to ask why your date left looking well and truly fucked and you were a cranky bitch at breakfast this morning. Did he fail too?”

Groaning, I smacked the heel of my hand on my forehead. “I should have never told you that. Ever.”

“I’m just saying, I am totally willing to take a chance at making your dreams come true.”

“You’re a pig.”

Clint laughed. “I am, but you love me anyways. But seriously, this is what- guy number 4 who can’t fuck you to climax with just his cock? Your taste in men sucks.”

“Thanks ever so much Clint for reminding me of that.”

There was a quiet click and a hiss. “Do you two ever shut the fuck up?”

“Nope. What’s wrong Barnes? Feeling left out?”

“Someone has to actually pay attention, especially since we’re clear. But you two can hang out in the trees if you want to. Or maybe you should get a room.”

“Fuck off Barnes.” Clint answered cheerfully. “Race you to the truck. Loser buys Thai food on the way back to the hotel.”

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I was standing in the bathroom in my favorite pjs (a worn hoodie from the soccer team I played on in college and a pair of boxers left behind from two boyfriends ago) towel drying my hair when someone knocked. 

Puzzled, I set my towel down on the counter and padded barefoot to open the door. I was expecting to see Clint or even Steve when it swung out, but I was way off.

I was absolutely not expecting to see James Buchanan “Call me Bucky” Barnes standing there in a pair of perfectly broken in jeans and a blue henley.

I’d heard women swoon about the henleys. Now I knew why, I’d never seen anyone fill out the sleeves of one like he did. It should be illegal for a prosthetic arm to make me want to throw my underwear at him like he was a rock star.

“Barnes. Is everything okay?” I couldn’t even think of a time he’d ever graced my doorstep.

He raised and brow and smirked. “I heard you and Barton earlier.”

“Ok…you always hear us?”

He glanced down the hallway before slipping into my room and shutting the door behind him and throwing the bolt. 

“Uh, Barnes? Is this some secret squirrel spy shit?”

“That’s not my name.”

“What?”

He grinned at me causing my belly to do a flip as he pushed my damp hair out of my face. “I said, that’s not my name. I’ll be damned if you’re going to yell that when I make you cum your brains out.”

Now it was my turn to swallow hard as he continued. “I said, I heard you and Barton. About how no man can get you off so I’m here to volunteer.”

Finally having recovered my wits, I was able to smirk. “Oh, how sweet. Coming to my rescue?”

“Hell no. I’m going to ruin you for any other guy.”

“Bring it Barnes.”

“I told you..” He crowded me until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I stumbled back onto it. “That’s not my name.” He brushed his jaw against mine and I was almost embarrassed how my body reacted to just him being close. Almost.

It had been way too long since a guy had made my body feel alive and being around Bucky was like touching a live wire. He caged my head with his arms and licked down the side of my neck before burying his fingers in my hair and kissing me in a smack of teeth, tongue and lips. I moaned into his mouth as he released my hair long enough to yank off my hoodie. 

“Look at you, nothing but that between your skin and me.” He drew a lazy fingertip down from my collarbone and over my nipples making me cry out as they tightened. “So goddamn pretty.” 

I felt like I was on fire, that my skin was too tight on my bones and could burst into flames any moment. His hands were everywhere, his mouth biting and sucking at my lips, my jaw. I finally managed to grab hold of the bottom of his henley and my fingertips brushed over his cobbled abdomen. He yanked it off in one fast motion, not wanting to leave my mouth for too long. His thigh was pressed between my thighs and I groaned at the friction, twisting as I tried to press harder against the denim.

“Not yet doll. Not yet.” I whined as he moved away from me. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the boxers he drew them down over my legs and they joined the hoodie and henley on the floor. I stared up at him, half drowning in lust as he picked up my foot and pressed a kiss to the ankle. I whimpered as he knelt between my knees and, with no warning, buried his face into me. His nose bumped my clit as his tongue swirled over the delicate flesh. I felt him press a single finger deep into me, felt the delicious scrape of it as he curled it slightly. I was so lost in his actions that when he stopped, I immediately cried his name and he smiled.

“Oh baby, you’re going to thank me for stopping there.”

“No I won’t- dammit Bucky! Why would…oh!”

He cut me off by thrusting hard and bottoming out in me. There was nothing soft or sweet but he’d made sure I was more than ready for his cock. It burned but it was the best kind, that ache of finally having a tight muscle release and the sharp relief that comes from it. He snapped his hips, my body relishing every violent moment of it.

He shifted, propping himself up on a hand, the metal fingers of his left securing my hips in place when I tried to wiggle.

“Oh no doll. Just you and me.” 

I felt like every muscle in my body was straining as I climbed, higher than I ever had before. Bucky’s cock grazed over my clit with each stroke but not enough to give me any relief. He ground his hips into mine as I fisted my hands in the sheets, my body finally releasing, soaking both of us as I flooded out weeks of sexual frustration. He grinned but didn’t relent until he started to grow sloppy and he groaned, collapsing onto me as he splashed my walls.

We laid like that for a while. I’m not sure how long. Long enough my heart to stop pounding in my ears and for our breathing to even out. He was heavy but not enough to make it uncomfortable. His head was on my chest, his eyes closed and I gently swept my finger over the dark curve of his lashes. 

“You dead?”

“Mm, little bit. Need water and fifteen minutes and we can go for round two.”

“What?”

He peeked up at me and laughed. “Doll, I told you. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Besides, can’t have you being cranky in the mornings now can we?”

I carded my fingers through his dark hair. “Absolutely not. Also Clint’s room is next door and I don’t think he heard me this time.”

“Mmm, bet he will next time.”

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Island Escapade [Ex-con! 2p! America x reader x Denmark] 08

Island Escapade - 08 - Animals Content warning: NSFW. Proceed with caution. Wordcount: 2, 876 The reader is referred to as she/her.

It's like we can't stop, we're enemies But we get along when I'm inside you You're like a drug that's killing me I cut you out entirely But I get so high when I'm inside you

The fear of missing out. Everyone had it in some shape or form. It just so happened to be worse for a select few, and Mathias was one of them. He was always sensitive to notions of being unwanted. And you used to think being loud was just one of the facets of his big personality.

For two nights, he slept by his lonesome in your room. It shouldn't have impacted him so much when he was usually in bed hours before anyone else. But it did. This was one of those moments of self-awareness as he dozed off to the hushed murmurs of your voice, your laughs, then Allen's. Whatever you were talking about, it sounded fun.

As his eyelids grew heavier, he fell deeper into a restless sleep with a troubled frown.

When his consciousness returned, he was anything but awake.

He was lying in bed, just not alone. His heart wasn't by any means calm, either. Instead, it was throbbing, aching even, and he soon learned why. Whoever it was there with him was sitting on his dick, having sheathed it deep in their walls. They were rolling their hips on it like a rocking horse. And it felt so good, he had to roll his head back to breathe out a few moans.

"Yeah... Just like that..." He huffed out, his airy voice soon drowned out by fervent panting. "Hah... Hah..." Forcing his half-lidded gaze to his partner, a psychedelic high washed over him when he saw who it was. You were on top of him, riding him like a bull.

Naked and drenched in sweat, he’d watch beads of it roll down between your breasts. Then, the place where his body connected to yours—a sight so lewd and erotic, he found himself completely seduced. Sliding his hands to your thighs, he grabbed at them for a good fondle. There, he relished in the softness of your flesh as it sunk between his fingers.

"Don’t just... Sit there and watch..." He heard you breathe. Lifting his glazed-over eyes to your face, flushed red and contorted with frustration, he felt his cock twitch inside your tight walls. Fuck, it was always so hot seeing you pissed at him. "If you don’t get me to finish, I’m never doing this with you again..." You glared, much to his excitement.

Mathias didn’t hesitate to sit up at that, pushing you down in the process. He’d be damned if this was the last time. Before you could object, he had his hands on you again, holding your thighs down so he could thrust himself deeper inside you than ever before. "Agh, fuck..." He hissed, feeling you clamp tighter on his dick. But the sensation was barely a deterrent from fucking you into the mattress.

A sharp pain erupted in your core—"Mat, what the hell?!"—but it melted away as he continued moving. Using your moans as a guide, he adjusted his technique to go as hard as he could without it hurting. Soon, sex with him became borderline painful, but it hurt so good.

Digging his hands into your hair, he rolled his pelvis against yours and made love to you missionary-style.

As he pushed you closer to your climax, slowly and steadily, he sped up to start pounding you. Occasionally slowing down to grind his dick against your walls, he tried his damndest to stimulate your clit from the inside. That was when he knew he had you. Your walls were fully lubricated and finally sucking him in, accepting him.

Now that you completely gave in to him, he knew you’d reciprocate when he kissed you slowly.

As he pulled away for air, thin strands of saliva would drape and break between your lips—much like your resolve to push him away. He had you in the palm of his hand, wanting him again. Only an hour ago were you fighting with the man, but here you were, letting him do away with you as he pleased.

So when he pushed you to your zenith, helping you ride out waves of your hot orgasm, you uttered this shakily. He needed to have a piece of your mind, as shattered as he left it after a round of make-up sex. While your legs trembled away, this was what he heard with his manhood buried halfway up your stomach. "Fuck you, Mat... Fuck... You..."

Mathias had never been so turned on in his life.

Resuming his strong thrusts at a furious pace, he panted like a dog until he felt his own release. Something about being cussed out riled him up so bad, just like all those other times you argued with him. Because even after the storm, you would run right back. It was his way of proving you still loved him. It wasn’t healthy, but he craved it like a drug.

With one final slam, he came hard, filling you to the brim with his warm and frothy cum.

Your lust, anger, he couldn’t differentiate between the two anymore.

His eyes shot open. His chest was still pounding like a drum, but it became clear he wasn’t living it down. As he sat up to send beads of sweat rolling down his face, his hard-on practically bounced out of his boxers. "..." Mathias reddened. What the heck?

He couldn’t believe himself. He nearly had a wet dream. Sliding off your bed, he scrambled to the bathroom. Sleeping in your room definitely had something to do with it. But so did your growing friendship with Allen. This became jarringly obvious when he froze at the sound of your voice.

"Was that Mat?"

One wouldn’t have imagined how profound an impact those three words had on him. He lit up, ecstatic over the thought you were thinking of him.

"Who cares? Just go back to sleep."

Mathias clenched his hands into fists. If this was what he’d be hearing after getting up, he would’ve stayed in bed. That way, he could drift away into an eternal sleep, dreaming of how things used to be.

You slapped Allen on the shoulder. "Sleep? It’s nearly twelve, you big oaf! C’mon, get up—"

Grabbing a hold of his bicep, you were immediately shocked at how hard it was. "Geez, Al. Are you on steroids?" His eyes were closed as he rested his head on a pillow, but he opened them to glower at you, much to your amusement. "How can someone so lazy have such firm muscles?" You laughed.

"Say that again, I dare you." He squinted.

"Are you on steroids?"

Allen chuckled lowly, feeling a brief spell of irritation come. The morning exhaustion was wearing off. "Again. I wanna feel awake for this, so do your worse."

You rested against the hands behind your back. "Bum. Bumass." A satisfied smile plastered across your face as he sat up, provoked. What you said next, however, took the cake. "Good for nothing playboy. Womanizing bum! You know what’ll get panties dropping? Getting up before noon."

"Okay, I get it!" Hopping off the bed with a growl, he spun to you and didn’t hesitate to hoist you up.

You sucked in a gasp. "Wha-"

Then, he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He even made it look easy. "How’s this for lazy, huh? Can someone on steroids do this?" He opened the door and walked out into the hall.

As you swayed against his back upside down, you couldn’t stop cackling like an idiot. "Maybe you could tell me, I haven’t tried them before!" Allen gave your thigh a squeeze to show his annoyance.

You were having way too much fun with this.

"Hey!" He threw you down on the couch in a thump. As his chest rose up and down to his heavy huffs, you were just as breathless. Even then, you managed a few more laughs, having found yourself thoroughly smitten with him. "Again?" You gleamed, reaching out to hold his forearms.

What you shared with Allen was reminiscent of what you once had with Mathias. But even better.

Allen caught a brief glimpse of your hands on him. How could you keep pulling him in so effortlessly? Everything you said, everything you did. A smile like that was enough to get him to derail his train of thought. "... Maybe later, bub. I'm starving." He grinned, pulling you up much to your delight.

Something about being with him was incredibly freeing—it was nothing you’ve ever experienced before. And for that, he was irresistible.

"Okay, bub. We’ll get to eat faster if you help me." Wrapping an arm around his hip, you hugged him from the side. "You do the tofu."

He followed suit and pulled you in by your waist.

"You got it, capitan." Allen hummed, giving it a playful squeeze. For a second, he expected a yelp or a jump. Maybe a push. But it never came. You let him do it.

The feeling of his large, calloused hand on your waist was something you could get used to. The high was still there, and it wasn’t going anywhere soon. So when you both settled in the kitchen, you shot him a bright smile. He had been rummaging through your fridge when he caught it. You weren’t planning on letting him breathe, huh? "Alright, you idiot. ‘Nuf of the smiles. I’m getting grumpy."

He held out a potato. "Now, how ‘bout some of that famous gnocchi of yours?"

You crinkled your nose. "With tofu?"

"I dunno, I’m trying to improvise."

The bathroom door unlocked. Out walked Mathias looking like hell. Before Allen got a response from you, your attention was stolen away by the newcomer who just walked in. His hair didn’t resemble the top of a pineapple like usual, flattened by sweat. And his face was concerningly red.

"Hey."

No good morning. It was just ‘hey’. Immediately, you knew something was wrong with him. Appearing in front of the man, you cast a worried gaze over his pink complexion. Without touching it, you could predict the burn of his skin against yours. When you finally clamped a hand over his forehead, you could confirm your suspicions—

"You’re burning up."

Allen had never seen you so stressed. Once you got Mathias in bed, you raged in the kitchen. He had no idea what came over you, but you were whipping up that chicken noodle soup like your life depended on it. In the end, the potato was used for stock. But he wasn’t complaining when it tasted good.

The sun was melting into the waterline, setting the sea on fire in a mosaic of bright red and orange. Another tiring day of work had passed, but it was barely doable without Mathias to share the load.

As you sat by the beach to watch the waves lap the shore, your head found its way onto Allen’s shoulder.

"You okay?" He asked.

You closed your eyes and smiled. But your expression was nothing like the one you made in the morning. "Yeah. Just tired. You must be too."

He ruffled your hair. Maybe, but he meant another kind of exhaustion. One he couldn’t relate to, and yet, he discovered since day one. "That was some brunch. It looked like you were on Masterchef."

"You watch Masterchef?"

"No. Just the concept."

You leaned into him so your side could press flush against his. It wasn’t a mystery why you were fussing over such a simple task. You just didn’t want to admit it—that you were rushing to get out of the house. If you did, then you would acknowledge your biggest fear. "It's probably because he spent a night in a T-shirt and shorts."

Your lips pursed as you continued, unimpressed. "In a cargo hold. On a plane to New York."

The other clicked their tongue. "Go figure."

"Anyway." Turning to him, you pat his shoulder. Your mood never made a faster change for the better. "I'm glad I started talking to you again."

If you were honest, it was a gross understatement. Reconnecting with him turned out to be the best decision of your life, and worth every risk.

Allen hummed thoughtfully. "Me too. It’s lonely on this island, ya know? I didn’t have any friends."

He felt you pull away, but he wasn’t alarmed when you held out a hand for him.

"Let’s go home."

Taking your hand without a moment’s hesitation, you both stood up slowly over the sand. Much to his surprise, you hugged him. Tightly. But he didn’t make any comments as he returned the embrace. You were holding onto him like a lifeboat, and it became all the more obvious with what you uttered next. "Wanna play on the switch when we get back?"

Allen wondered if Mathias used to play video games.

"... I don’t know how to play."

What he meant to say was he didn’t play video games at all. But like he’d say that to you. Now or ever. You needed a friend more than anything.

And he’d do anything to be yours.

"Then I’ll teach you. One game a night."

He smiled. "Sounds great."

You told him to wait in the living room. And he did, having taken a seat on the couch with your switch. The left controller had stickers of cherries. And the right had... A lego head. "Hm."

After finishing dinner, you appeared in your bedroom with a glass of water, some medicine, and left-over soup from noon. The lights were off, shrouding everything in darkness. But that didn’t stop your muscle memory from getting you to where you needed to be. The outline of his body under the blanket remained still, indicating his slumber. It almost hurt to nudge him awake.

"... Mm?" The blankets rustled as he rolled over to face you. "(F/N)?"

You managed a small smile and flicked on the lights by the bedside table. "That’s right. I brought dinner."

Mathias sat up with a hard squint. On his lap was a tray, and on that was a bowl of warm goodness. There it was, the dopey grin he always made before eating, but it was a little more subtle than usual. You had to wonder if it was because of fatigue.

A part of you knew it wasn’t.

Lifting his drooping, blood-shot eyes to you, he murmured this. "Thanks for looking after me."

A pang of sadness hit you. That, along with this singular thought: I’ll always look after you. Before he could catch the change in your expression, you turned away to let your back face him.

Why was he always so good at getting you so weak?

"Just eat. I need to finish up with the washing."

He answered by slurping up his soup. Quietly. He took his time with this one. All twenty minutes of it. You never brushed him either, and just sat there in silence. If anything, it spoke volumes.

When he was done, you watched him swallow his pill with some water. "Get some rest. Don’t worry about work, okay? Allen’s come a long way." You managed another smile at that, but it faded as you stood up. His expectant gaze was following your every move, all until you became a silhouette in the doorway.

Mathias’s heart sped up in anticipation. He had to say this before you left. Ever since you walked in to feed him, then nurse him, he’d been mulling over it. So when you were in the middle of closing the door, he piped up. "Wait."

You paused. "What?"

He leaned forward.

"I love you."

It was nothing but a faint murmur, and yet, those three words were more than enough to set you back a year. Back when you were still with him—when he was all you cared about. You could feel it. All your efforts to push him away were slowly undoing themselves. Didn’t he know what he was doing? As your chest tightened with a harrowing kind of longing, you forced yourself to the kitchen. Allen looked up.

You walked right back to your bedroom after setting the dishes down. What were you doing?

Without turning the lights on, you hugged him from the bedside. His body was so hot, your worry for the man skyrocketed again. So you squeezed him tight. Mathias returned the embrace, scrunching up the fabric of your shirt in the process. There was nothing worse than being left in the dark after telling someone, I love you. For a second, he thought it happened to him. But even you couldn’t be so cruel.

"I know." That was all you whispered, but he couldn’t be disappointed.

When you pulled away, you felt strong resistance from his arms. Unfortunately, resistance on your part was long forgotten. It was completely sapped away, translated into a movement against your own will. Leaning into his face, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. It lasted only a few seconds, but Mathias couldn’t ask for more.

The joy, the pain, it was all too real.

You left afterward and pulled Allen back to his room.

It wasn’t fair, what you were doing to him. Slowly, but surely, Allen was becoming the only thing keeping you from Mathias.

Yeah you can start over you can run free You can find other fish in the sea You can pretend it's meant to be But you can't stay away from me

[whatismarvel]

expectations • bucky barnes

summary; Y/N finds solace in Bucky’s arms when she finds out her boyfriend, Steve, has been cheating on her.

warnings; SMUT. curses. infidelity. ANGST. the word soft used too many times. i was thinking of turning this into a series?? idk lmk y’all, enjoy this poorly written smut!

The vase thrown across the room leaves you hyperventilating, it doesn’t ease the anger as you hoped. Your fingers push back the strands of hair that have been glued to your face from the incessant crying. The shards of the broken vase prick your feet as you walk across the room to get your phone. It’s already ten past three and the dinner you cooked has undoubtedly already gone cold. He said he’d be back home by one for the latest, and you believed him. Again. You’ve already been through seven scenarios as to why he’s not here yet and each scenario you’ve pictured never came close to the truth you already knew. He was with her.

You were a fool. A fool who never questioned him when his phone vibrated in the middle of the night as you laid comfortably in his arms. A fool who never understood why he had to take certain calls in another room. You had all the evidence in front of you but you chose not to believe it. You loved him and he loved you. That’s what you told yourself as you cried yourself to sleep in your empty bed. Repeating that to yourself is what kept you waking up and going about your day as usual because you knew the minute you started believing your head instead of your heart, it was over for you.

He was the love of your life, your other half. You gave your all into loving him, taking back that now just seemed impossible. You’d never recover, you told yourself. So you never spoke your truth, never asked, told yourself it was in your head, that you were being crazy and overreacting.

Until you found his phone.

Not his usual phone, no. This one didn’t have his lock screen as the both of you or his bright-red phone case that you absolutely abhorred. It was a simple black case, the lock screen was a generic wallpaper and had multiple notifications from different apps. Dating apps. A name caught your attention, 16 unread messages from Ruby.

His password wasn’t hard to figure out, you knew the man inside out. Or so you thought as you sat there, completely shattered as you read through their conversations.

It had been a week since you found it. A week of you processing what you already knew months ago. That’s all it took, a bloody phone to realize what a dumbass you are. When he left tonight, the phone was nowhere to be found. So you knew exactly what was happening right now. He was probably balls deep into her right now and just the thought of it has you seething.

You close the door behind you, exiting your apartment. Your face is flush and your feet carry you to the nearest friend in distance, Bucky. His apartment was only a few blocks down and you just wanted to talk to somebody. Steve’s best friend might not have been your first choice but Bucky was a good friend to you and it didn’t really matter right now.

You come face to face with Bucky as he opens his door. His eyes meet yours and time stops for him. The way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you peer up at him worries Bucky. He knows you. Your eyelashes are still damp and your face is unquestionably red. It didn’t take a genius to know you were crying and it breaks his heart.

Bucky loved you. Truly, madly and deeply in love with you and though he thought he hid his forlorn well when you got together with Steve, you knew. A part of you always knew but never questioned it. It was uncharted territory and you loved Steve. You didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with Bucky if you were out of bounds, so you kept quiet.

Wordlessly, Bucky leaned in a little closer. Your foreheads touching as you close your eyes. Tears streamed down your face and you wrapped your hands around his neck. Your relationship with Bucky was always comfortable, touchy, but comfortable. He made you feel safe when you were with him. You knew he always had your back.

Bucky picks you up by your legs and now you’re both sat on his sofa. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his arms circle your waist. You rest your face on his shoulder, breathing him in as unbeknownst to you, so does he. You were flooding his senses, he couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through him.

He strokes your hair as you whimper softly. There was no space left between you both and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. You pull away to face him and your lips linger against his. Not a word is said as Bucky slowly pulls you into a kiss. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your tear-stained cheek as your world slips away. You breathe each other’s air as you lazily pulled away from him.

“Y/N.” He whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. You grin, heart fluttering at his voice. Never before has your name fell from his mouth in a manner like that.

His left-hand drifts over your collarbone, to your neck, and finally to your jawline. He presses a soft kiss as you turned your head slightly. Your fingers slipped to the back of his head, running your fingertips through his locks. Your touch made him visibly relax. His lips twitched as your hands fell to his chest and slowly reached his face. You both lock eyes and your stomach drops. You knew this was bad. He was so in love with you and you weren’t in the right mindset to return his affection, you were just using him to cope with your broken heart.

His mouth never became demanding, you nudged open his lips with your tongue and he returned it with a soft lap and easily explored your mouth. Nothing hurried. The warmth in your stomach expanded and moved further down into your groin.

His hand brushed over and lingered at your most intimate area. Suddenly, that ember of arousal flared. Your body reacted just as quickly as his hands as you lifted your pelvis as much as possible for him.

He slips two fingers into your clothed pussy, pushing a little deeper. He curls his fingers, making you bend at the waist. Trying to wrap your head around the situation as you took a second to catch your breath, he shifted and delicately added a third finger, stretching your pussy. Your moans echoed through the apartment as you laid your head on his shoulder, eyes shut, mouth agape.

“Can you lie down for me babygirl?” He asks, whispering sweetly into your air. A blush forms on your cheeks as you comply. Settling back onto the sofa, he unzips your jeans and glides it off of you along with your underwear.

His eyes drop to your pussy for a moment as he lifts your thighs and rests it on his shoulders. that tongue of his wastes no time and slips, thick and heavy, through your folds, before he looks back up at you once more. You cried out rhythmically as his tongue delved into you, as he shoved the lithe muscle as deeply as it would go into your cunt, and suckled gently at your clit.

He gave a particularly strong suction to your clit and held it. You knew that was your breaking point. With your legs locking him in place as your back arched, pressing your groin to his mouth, hard. it didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. “Fuck, Bucky.”

He smiles as he watches you ride out your high and reaches up to brush his lips against yours. “Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?” He asks, and reality hits you like a brick.

You don’t know how Steve does it. How he can fuck someone without thinking of you the entire time, how he doesn’t show a shred of remorse when he looks at you the morning after and says he loves you like nothing ever happened. How his conscience doesn’t eat him alive as he lays right next to you at night is baffling. The man you love is probably shit-faced right about now and going on round number three with his mistress. The thought of that has you fuming and you tell yourself if he can do it, so can you.

You were going to fuck his best friend and you didn’t care. The pent up anger in you made you blur out all the repercussions and consequences of your actions tonight.

You only cared about one thing, revenge. you just wanted to get back at him.

You give him a sincere smile and respond, “Yes, I want this, Buck.” You cup his face and pull him into another kiss, his hair fell to the sides of his face and you pushed it back, just to see him enjoy the mild caress.

Your fingers remained threaded into his hair as he rested his forehead on yours, the gesture made your heart fuzzy. Bucky was a sweet man, and you cherished his friendship but over the years you’ve noticed him change with you. You weren’t blind, you saw the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. You’d notice his sudden flinches when Steve put his arm around you, the signs come flooding back and you can’t help but wonder if he knew you were being cheated on.

You snap back to reality when Bucky begins to pepper you with kisses while hastily trying to shed clothing. His hands are everywhere, trying to do everything all at once, and managing to accomplish very little, which makes you giggle at his foolishness.

You help unfasten his belt and pants and pull them off his legs as easily as you can. His shirt is flung to the other side of the room along with yours, as well as your bra. Bucky takes a second to drink you in and then proceeds to attach his mouth to your breast, suckling as his other hand gently squeezes and pinches your nipple. You gasp and grab his head, pulling him in deeper. He does the same to the other one, leaving your nipples perky and wet with saliva.

His lips linger in front yours for a brief second as your hand finds his stiff cock, and begin to slowly stroke it. You watch as his eyes roll back and the sinful sound he makes stirs your desire for him. His tip is slightly wet due to the precum but you don’t mind. It makes it easier for him to slip into you.

He rocks his hips forward, entering you. The friction was delightful and the perfect amount of pressure. It felt like heaven as you were filled with his cock. Pushing all the way into you and pausing before a teasingly slow pulling out, then repeating the motion again and again. His fingers clenched in time on your hips with his movements.

With a smile of pure bliss, you slipped a hand around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss. You could feel him smile through it, and it was contagious. You both grinned like fools until the ecstasy was too much and you faltered, lapsing into moans and gasps as you reached your climaxes.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Bucky muttered as he found comfort in the crook of your neck. Pinned under him with his cock still throbbing inside you was almost enough to send you over the edge again, but not quite. You were tired, emotionally, and physically. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he pulled out of you. He found his shirt and gently cleaned you up before carrying you to his bed.

You both fell into a deep slumber, you found solace in his arms. The morning after, you awoke with his arms wrapped around your waist, caging you in. For a brief second, happiness enveloped you. Pure joy. But the second quickly slipped away and the memories of last night wash over you. All the profanities known to man-kind were spilled in soft mutters as you tried your best to escape from Bucky’s arms. He tossed and turned but settled down the moment you placed a soft kiss to his forehead.

You didn’t know if he thought it was reality or a dream but you knew the way his lips quirked when touched him, made you feel giddy but the feeling dissipates as guilt overwhelms you. It’s six a.m. as you check your phone and see numerous calls from Steve. Your stomach churns making you hurriedly leave Bucky’s apartment.

It doesn’t take you long to reach your once happy home. The shards of the vase from last night’s revelations are still left on the floor. Your first instinct is to check on your boyfriend, to see if he even made it back home in one piece or brought his mistress with him. You try your best to not make any noise as you set your things down. Reminding yourself to clean the pieces of ceramic littered on your floor before you get hurt.

Your heart is heavy as you glance at your boyfriend sleeping on the sofa. He was crouched up, on his side, oblivious to it all. You would’ve been curious about the item poking out of his left back pocket if you hadn’t known of his rendezvous, which makes you feel shitty.

You knew what you did was wrong. There was no excuse. You thought it would’ve made you feel better because Steve does it. But it didn’t. You didn’t want to be like him, but the damage had already been done.

You felt something for Bucky.

[twiceinadream]

Twice React- S/O Finds Out They Have A Praise Kink

Requested: Yup

Request: I would love to request twice reaction to having a praise kink and them losing it when you call them "good girl" etc.

a/u: Hey, guys! I hope you are all doing well and staying safe. I know it’s been awhile but school has been crazy and I’m busier now a days, but I’ve been meaning to write more. I hope you guys enjoy! Stay safe, wash your hands. Love you all!

Category: NSFW and Fluff (Kinda)

Nayeon

“Say it again.”

Nayeon had a secret even she didn’t want to admit. But, it kinda sucked when you hit the nail straight on the head. Nayeon laughed out loud as she tried to squirm out of your grasp, your fingers moving along her sides as you tickled her. Her laugh echoing in your ears as she finally escaped from under you and threw a pillow at your face making you pout, “Hey! What happened to my good girl?” At your words Nayeon fell silent, you looked at her in confusion as you watched her shift under your gaze, her thighs squeezing together making you smirk. “Oh, you liked that didn’t you baby girl?” You could see Nayeon swallow as you moved closer, your breath mingling with hers, “Y...Y/N.” You shushed her as you pushed her on her back, “Be a good girl for me and stay still, Nayeonie.”

Jeongyeon

“Oh…”

You didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out in the heat of the moment. You just weren’t expecting Jeongyeon to cum again so quickly. Your fingers were relentless as you moved in and out of your girlfriend’s core, her walls clinging onto your fingers as she reeled from her orgasm. “Y/N! Too...too much!” You looked into Jeong’s eyes as you continued moving your fingers, “Come on baby girl, I know you can give me one more. Be a good girl and cum for me, Jeongyeon-ah.” Immediately her walls clamped down on your fingers as her back arched off the bed, “Oh god!” You slowed your movements as Jeongyeon came down from her high, panting as you had just made her see stars, “I got you, you did so well for me. Always such a good girl for me.” Jeongyeon whined at your words as you placed a kiss on her head, “Okay, I’ll stop. I love you.” Jeong smiled sleepily as she snuggled into your arm, “Love you too.”

Momo

“Y/N-Chan!”

As your girlfriend, Momo always loved giving you pet names. She just wasn’t expecting you to give her one too. You sat at your desk as you looked at the stack of paperwork bedside, sighing as you threw down your pen, “Why is adulting so hard!” Momo laughed as she walked towards you, sliding her hands to your shoulders, “Why don’t you take a shower with me, Y/N-ah? Maybe a break would help.” You shook your head as you looked up to your girlfriend, “The second we get into the shower, there’s no way you’ll let me get back to work.” Momo pouted as she sat in your lap, “Y/N-Chan.” You shook your head again, “Be the good girl I know you are, Momoring.” Momo let out a soft whine making you smirk, “Well, maybe I can treat my good girl to something nice,” You placed Momo on your desk as you brought her into a kiss, “Just this once.”

Sana

“Louder. Please, say it louder!”

To say Sana was a quiet person was quite an understatement. But nothing came close to Sana screaming your name as you called her another. Your fingers began pumping in and out of your girlfriend’s core as Sana’s nails dug into your back. She panted as you brought her closer and closer to the edge, “Y/N-ah. Oh god!” You felt her squeeze around your fingers as you started curling them against her frontal wall, “Come on baby girl. Cum for me.” At your words Sana spilled over the edge, her back arching off the bed, “Y/N!” As her high began tapering off you brought her into a kiss, “Good girl.” Sana laughed lightly as she playfully hit your arm, “Just because you found my weakness in bed, doesn’t mean I don’t know your’s.” You swallowed hard as Sana brought you in for another kiss, “Round two, Master?”

Jihyo

“What did you call me?”

Jihyo loved you without a doubt. But having you unveil her darkest secret was something she was not prepared for. “That’s right,” your fingers quickened their pace as Jihyo moaned above you, “be a good girl and cum for me, Jihyo-ah.” At your words Jihyo’s hands clawed at the bed sheet, bawling the fabric in her fists as she squeezed around your fingers. Her moans rose in pitch as she climaxed, her back arching off the bed as you slowed your fingers bringing her down from her high, “That’s it baby girl, I got you.” Jihyo’s breath came out in pants as you moved to cuddle her, “Such a good girl for me, I’ve never seen you cum so hard.” Your girlfriend blushed as she played with your fingers, “I...I really liked it when you call me a ‘good girl’.” You smile as you bring her into a kiss, “I’ll keep that in mind. Now be a good girl for me, and turn over.”

Mina

“Oh my god, Y/N!”

Mina was the quietest member of Twice. Or so you thought. It had been a week, you had Mina on the edge for a week. Your girlfriend’s hands were tied to the bed as you laid between her thighs, a small vibrator in your hand as you smiled devilishly. “Y-Y/N please.” Mina whimpered as you placed the toy on her clit, making tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “I don’t know baby girl? Have you been a good girl for me?” You smiled inwardly at the way Mina’s walls clenched at nothing but your words. “Y..yes?” You raised an eyebrow at her as she panted loudly, pulling harder at her bindings as you upped the vibrations, “You sure about that?” Mina closed her eyes as she focused on her words, fighting off her impending orgasm, “Yes! I’ve been a good girl!” She jerked hard as you slid a finger into her aching core, “I..I’m gonna cum!” You smiled as you fully pressed the toy down on her clit, “Then be a good girl and cum for me, Minari.”

Dahyun

*Nervous laughter*

Your girlfriend was adorably shy when it came to anything sexual. So it was never a dull moment to explore her kinks. Dahyun shifted at the foot of the bed as you looked up from your phone to your girlfriend, “You okay, babe?” Dahyun played with her fingers as she avoided your gaze, “I..I have a question?” You set down your phone as you got up from the bed and towards your girlfriend, you brought a hand to her cheek and lifted her face so she would look at you, “What’s going on? You know you can talk to me about anything right?” She nodded her head as she bit her lip, a pink hue blooming on her cheeks, “I know. I was just talking with Nayeon Unnie earlier today and she was telling me how Jeongyeon Unnie has something called a...praise kink?” You let out a loud laugh as you placed a hand on Dahyun’s shoulder as you caught your breath, “Wow, okay. She really went and threw her girlfriend straight under the bus.” But your girlfriend still couldn’t see the humor in it, “I don’t get it? What’s so funny about Jeonyeon Unnie having a praise kink.” You chuckled as you placed your hands on Dahyun’s hips and brought her into a kiss, before pushing her onto the bed, “Why don’t I show you.” Dahyun’s face immediately went red as you began undressing her, “O..okay.”

Chaeyoung

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Y/N-yah.”

Chaeyoung knew how to push your buttons. And you knew how to push hers. You had Chaeyoung on all fours as you placed another smack to her reddened ass, “If you were being a good girl like I told you to be, Chaeyoung-ah we wouldn’t be here, now would we?” Chae let out another yelp of pain as your hand landed another hit, “I was!” You scoffed as you gathered her hair in your hand and pulled her up to face you, “If flirting with Tzuyu is what you call being good then you and I need to have a talk about what being a good girl really means.” You flipped Chaeyoung on her back as you placed a hand into her panties and plunged two fingers into her core, “Y..yes!” You shook your head as you curled your fingers against her frontal wall, making her orgasm come crashing down on her, “I’m cumming!” As soon as her walls began to clamp down on your fingers you pulled out and watched her squirm on the bed as you ripped away her pleasure. A look of betrayal on her face as she came down from her unsatisfying high, you simply just shrugged as you got up from the bed to get the aloe, “Don’t give me that face, it’s not like you're innocent.” Chae grabbed a pillow and hugged it, “It's been three weeks.” You shrugged again, “Be a good girl and maybe you cum for three weeks.”

Tzuyu

*Blush intensifies*

Tzuyu was new to basically anything and everything that went down in the bedroom. So when you made new discoveries it was always fun to run a field test. You sat on the counter as you watched Tzuyu cook, a recipe in Chinese on her phone as she rushed around the kitchen checking on the broth on the stove and the egg tarts in the oven. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched her, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Tzuyu let out a small laugh as she chopped bok choy, “I think the last time was,” your girlfriend made a show of looking at the clock on the stove, “five minutes ago.” You rolled your eyes as you jumped down from the counter and moved to wrap your arms around her waist placing a kiss on her shoulder, “Well I just wanted to remind you because I can’t believe the prettiest girl in the world is in love with someone like me.” Tzuyu shook her head as she turned in your grip to kiss you, “How could I not? You’re perfect.” You smiled as you kissed her again, “My perfect girl.” At your words a light tint of red adorned her cheeks making you laugh, “You like that, Tzumong?” You girlfriend nodded shyly as you kissed her cheek, “Oh, tonight’s gonna be fun for you baby girl.”

[sanstropfremir]

it's kingdom time for real!!! the first episode is here and mnet finally uploaded the stages from like a month ago so i can actually watch them more than once to review.

happy to see them all actually performing. not the most interesting stages overall, but it was the 100sec one-take so i wasn’t expecting anything crazy. like the performance stages, this is about what i expected at this point in the show.

ranking under the cut, i have Opinions(tm) and they are not all pretty.

(anyone that’s seeing this for the first time, i’m a trained performance designer with over 30 credits and a decade of experience, yes i can talk about this with authority)

a few general notes:

this type of stage that mnet has built is called a traverse, or alley, stage. named exactly for the reason you think. it’s characterized by a narrow playing space with audience on opposite sides, and two entrances on either end. so mnet had a pretty typical setup. there are some advantages to this type of stage:

because of the narrow stage space and usually smaller audience capacity, the performer and audience are in much closer proximity

because of the shape of the space, blocking (choreography but for not-dance) can travel well and be very dynamic

it’s uncommon outside of midsize/small productions so there’s some novelty for the casual theatre goer

however! there are some pitfalls with this type of stage. the hardest type of stage to work with is (theatre) in the round. theatre in the round is characterized by being....in the round. that means the audience is placed 360 degrees around the playing space. which means that they can see everything; every entrance, every exit, every performer’s back, 360 degree sightlines means there is nowhere to hide. and in a medium that relies on concealment to create magic, it’s a tough stage to work with. not saying it doesn’t work. some of the most incredible shows i’ve been to have been theatre in the round, but when you go to those type of shows, as an audience member you understand that there will be some scenes where you only see the actors’ backs. there is no perfect seat in the round. the reverse is true as well, the actors can only act to those in front of them. and like i stated previously, on the production end it becomes difficult to hide things like props/set/costume changes that you might have been able to in another type of theatre. why am i talking about theatre in the round? because traverse works on exactly the same principle. even though the audience is only on two sides, the same issues still arise. directionality is key: a director has to be careful of how exactly the stage gets blocked.

why am i talking about stage formats? because the space always informs the performance, that’s why. i think mnet made a sort of smart choice to build a traverse stage. since the ‘audience’ is a video camera, that eliminates the need to play to the opposing seating banks, and opens up more staging opportunities. it’s a fancy looking stage that does what they need it to. 

now here’s my gripes. if you’re going to specifically orient a stage so that it is by nature directional, why are you broadcasting in a format where direction doesn’t matter? if the camera has no fixed position, then you’ve just skipped directly into in the round staging without taking into account the function of the space. it's a round peg in a square hole; yes it fits, but you can see the spaces where it doesn’t quite match up. for a very obvious example, any shot that is not staring directly down the barrel of the stage from left or right has audience in it. and not enough to be worthy of a reaction shots (because those are just cut in in post), but enough to just be there. why would you do that when you could just.....not? just go properly in the round and then you wouldn’t have that distraction. especially when the audience is wearing white. also, there are only so many ways you can stage on a traverse, you’re pretty much limited to directional points on a compass, because there are literal risers in the way. because of the way most groups are choreographed, the member layouts lean more towards having the members in a line than they do layering the members deep. this configuration is fine on a proscenium stage (which is what most stages are), and would even be fine on a traverse stage if you were playing to the risers. you could even do some interesting choreo alterations. but! because mnet has decided that the camera is perpendicular to the risers, that means that most of the formations are not optimized for the stage dimensions and are in fact the opposite dimensions. most of these groups are doing their longest blocking across the shortest area of stage, which is dumb. although it isn't much of a problem because the stage is still very large, but it's still a bizarre choice on behalf of mnet. why would you not arrange the stage so you have more clearance for the camera, the audience, and also the performers? i would have to check back over the rtk performances, but im pretty sure at one point they switch to an in the round stage. why are you not doing that from the start? this would also allow for more built setpieces. although it does remain to be seen if they do switch after this episode, since this particular challenge was a one-take with minimal props/set pieces. which segues to my next point: these groups barely took up the parameters of the challenge, or utilized them effectively! this is also mnet’s fault, mnet if you say that you’re gonna do a one-take, don't cut between seven other cameras!! show us the power of that single point of view! let the groups actually do some interesting blocking with the path of the camera! there’s so many interesting things they could have done, but no!! had to be boring!! i know this is technically an introductory stage, but i also don't care. these groups have (relatively) competent ADs and stylists, they can think outside the box.

ok now here’s my actual rankings:

1. btob

sorry babies, none of you can match them vocally. love you ateez but you sure fucked up picking them to go after you because they blew you out of the fucking water. and everyone else, but ateez cumulatively is the weakest vocally. more on that later. like the performance stage they showcased their strengths and the experience (and training) shows. good use of the directional stage having three vs one that came together in the middle. loved the white suit variations, im especially a sucker for a belted suit jacket. loved peniel's gigantic trench and massive earrings, very mid 90s, his stylist definitely took a lesson in how to accessorize very short hair. always love good use of fog. uniform colour theme, all elements were there to support the vocals. no complaints, chef’s kiss.

2. ikon

hey baby groups? see bobby having fun? do that more. i know you think performance face is sexy and serious but none of you know how to act and you all look dead inside on stage. the lights may be on but nobody’s home. anyways. excellent beginning formation, excellent ending formation, no complicated position changes that make the camera give you motion sickness. fun choreo that they are obviously having fun performing, which goes sooooo far in the success of a performance. only group so far to use silence as an effective device, and the arrangement was interesting and suited to the song+performance. i think it was smart of them not to deploy bobby right away, although it would have been funny to watch after whatever it was that stray kids was trying to do. again, like btob and also sf9, sticking to their strengths. costumes fun and fitting, indicative of both the colour of the group and of the song. nice detail in the monochrome and the black accent details.

3. sf9

taeyang is that bitch and they only way this would have been better is if he had actually grabbed the ties of those two other members (if you think i am going to remember anyone's names other than the people i already know you are wrong). love the confidence to waste a good chunk of your 90 seconds for walking and standing in formation. actual good use of one-take directional camera, even though they ruined it once they started dancing. choreo perfectly fine, lighting good complementary colour scheme, costumes nothing to write home about, surprisingly good projection design? wasn’t expecting that. im not the biggest fan white suit jackets over black shirts but ill give it a pass for the proper suit accessorizing.

4. ateez

i applaud your dedication to the pirate gimmick but boys you don't need that anymore, i promise. hongjoong's lil bloody cough was a fun gag that didn't draw too much attention but fit with the theme. came out of the gate strong with an actual clear narrative, which can be a challenge to do in 100 seconds, and the only group to have a narrative. also actual camera choreo! that was interesting! mnet stop fucking cutting to overhead shots! apparently im destined to always be beefing with the ateez stylists because what was the point of all that? very little variation in texture or pattern on matte all black just made any relevant details disappear. torch gimmick and end formation fun, and the arrangement had an obvious climax. weird and kinda fun projection design, but not helped by concert-style stage lighting. pick one or the other lighting designer, don't make them fight like that! props to them for actually having their mics on the whole time, even though they are probably the weakest group vocally. im also going to be beefing with the choreographer because they are always making seonghwa sing while doing ridiculous moves that make him go offkey. ateez has some of the stronger 4th gen vocals, but they're at a disadvantage because a) none of them have proper vocal training, and b) their main vocal is not actually a skilled singer and is destroying his voice.not a lot of vocals for them to showcase this stage and that was probably for the best. hanya (@changdyke) is in charge of vocals critique and will have more to say about this than me, even though i am also trained. im just here to talk about the production.

5. the boyz

im neutral to positive on tbz because i did really like their danger stage from rtk. this performance is just....fine. I don’t like the arrangement, but that's mostly personal opinion. but it doesn't have a conclusive end and the whole dissonance thing isn't really working for me in this instance. the choreo is quite flippy and tricking is not necessary for an interesting choreo. i did like the throwback/use of modern choreo, i think that's a strong choice for them and it's not something that many other groups are doing, so they should stick more to that than to tricking. the camera choreo is also not good. here’s where the clearance issues and fighting against the stage layout happen! stop making a handheld do a 180! are you trying to make us motion sick? to be fair, this is not the most egregious one, but at least ateez got it right by having a person lead the camera in a particular pattern. also, what even is the theme here? leatherclad boys in the forest? nobody give me any shit saying it's based off one of their music videos or whatever, that shouldn't matter. there should be a clear theme that can be easily identified without prior knowledge of the group, especially when this is an introductory stage and they are a relatively young group. none of the other groups have this issue. that being said, at least the costumes were interesting to look at, although thematically confusing. good use of accessories, texture, and bedazzling to make the black stand out against the stage. the hands in front of the camera were kind of fun but didnt really mean anything? again, back to the lack of clear concept. i did like them reaching out to pull that member forward, it would have been better if they had just left it at that.

6. stray kids

the more i watch this the more i hate it. im not even sorry about it anymore. starters, and i will admit this upfront: i do not like most 4th gen music, so the spiderman meme groups are already operating on a deficit in my point of view. and i particularly did not like this arrangement. same as with tbz, why did it not have a conclusive end? also overuse of sound effects. and stop saying your fucking band name! the only musician that’s allowed to do that is jason derulo and thats because hes a meme now. but twice in 100 seconds? no. and what was the point of that logo/crown reveal? im tired of crown reveals we have seen them so many times by now, we don't need to see it again. was it meant to be that they were carving it into the ground?? very unclear. there was an attempt with camera choreo, and i will admit that the pan up and then back down to the ‘wolf pack’ was probably the strongest moment in the whole performance. the lights were in their mouths, by the way. however, the rest of the choreo is all over the map, quite literally. as with tbz there’s a lot of members in the group and so in order for everyone to get their screen time they break down into smaller groups, which i don't disagree with on principle, but here.........the breakdowns are just tricking, which although eyecatching, does not a very compelling or cohesive choreo make. even the unison choreo is weird, obviously its stylized horror but it just looks awkward and strange. you can make awkward/unattractive choreo work (see taemin’s want, or even move, to some extent)***, but skz doesn't have an ounce of the charisma that taemin has so it just looks awkward. also, that rapid switch between opposite sides of the stage? nausea inducing. ateez was the one with the pirate concept but skz apparently trying to make us seasick. im not gonna say anything about that rap other than it was bad, why was that allowed on stage. the sparkthrower was fun but that's like the 14th gimmick in this 100 second stage and that’s too many gimmicks. costumes are truly nothing to write home about, extremely unclear relation to the theme. if you're gonna be wolves then at least have some fur accents or something. the makeup effects were a bit over the top and not necessary in the actual performance. a hairdresser needs to thin out felix’s hair because he looks like he's wearing one of those lego hair helmets. oh, i did like that one guy’s shirt with the collarbone cutout, but again: how is that relevant to the theme? cmon people!!!! design the whole experience!! im sure there’s more i could write but holy shit this is long and im tired and also i don't want to watch this stage anymore.

ok im done. jesus this is long. again, this is just the intro stage so i suspect that some of my complaints will become null next week, but we’ll have to see! well, what i actually want to see is changmin insulting children but i’m not holding out hope for that to happen. hopefully we see some more spectacle-y stages and i can really go in.

***this is not me saying that taemin has a bad choreo that he’s making the best of. want is purposefully choreographed that way in order to showcase taemin’s ability. same with move. the point of want is that it IS awkward and should not be seductive or appealing and yet it still is. almost like....it’s in the name of the song or something.....

[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

Bottoms up! (SMUT)

So basically me and @kulaykape had a bet going on about who could write the best Ina x mc smut where Ina is one hell of a bottom and well I tried :)

@citybornchick @thedaft1 @astrangeandunusualgirl @domakir

Have fun!

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Ina was just coming home from work. She's been having a long day at work. Lot's of conversations with colleagues, students and a lot of discussions. She loved her job, but she was getting tired of always bossing her students around about papers and tests. For once she just wanted to be told what to do.

Luckily, her girlfriend Bella, the one Ina has been in a relationship with for almost two years, can read Ina like a book. She knows exactly what she wants, when she wants it and how she wants it. From earlier texts Bella noticed something off with Ina.

One of Ina's texts told Bella that she misses the time where she was a student and didn't have to tell anyone what to do and that she actually misses the things like getting deadlines, being put in her place and all that stuff.

Ina: Bella, I will be home around 8pm. There are a lot of things going on at work and unfortunately I must finish a lot of things and tell some students what they must learn and do to succeed the next assignment before being able to go home. I am sorry. I do miss when times were simpler, where I was the one getting the deadlines and being told to do something, instead of saying so myself. Growing up truly is dissapointing.

So Bella got an idea. When Ina was at work, she went to the sex shop and bought two new toys they didn't already have and bought a sexy leather outfit for herself to wear. She made sure everything was ready in the livingroom and bedroom and got into her outfit.

Then Ina came home.

The living room was dark, with only a few candles lit and the lights were low red, thanks to the new app Bella had installed on her phone where she can change the colors of the lamps. And the music Ina heard was, well, kind of sexy? Ina couldn't really tell, her mind was still toasted of having to boss people around.

Then Ina's sight suddenly went dark. "Here's what's going to happen. You're gonna undress yourself like a good little girl, get on your knees and wait for further instructions." When Ina's sight was back, she was alone again. So Ina did what she was being told to do, with a smile on her face. Once she was completely naked and put all her stuff away, she got on her knees. Again, a blindfold was being placed on her eyes. "Good girl. Now, here's what's going to happen tonight. I'm feeling quite generous, and I'm feeling like using my new toys on you. From now on, you'll call me Ms. Fiennes. If you disobey me in any way, there will be a punishment for it. You will not ask anything unless I tell you to. I make the rules tonight. Do you understand?" "I-- yes, ms. Fiennes, I understand." Ina was loving this and was already so into this. "Good. For now, the blindfold will stay on. Don't hold back on any sounds." "...Yes ms. Fiennes"

Bella pushed Ina onto her fours, so she was facing Bella in doggy style position. Even though Ina was blindfolded, she could hear the sound of something humming near her. "Now, my little pet, I'm going to be using my first toy on you." The toy in question was a vibrator with a clitoris stimulator on top of it. "Please, ms. Fiennes, I'm yours." "Exactly what I wanted to hear." And with that she places the toy on top of Ina's back. Goosebumps were immediately showing on Ina's skin. She moves the toy in a torulously slow line down Ina's back to the place where she needed her the most. "Now, you don't think I'm just gonna give you the pleasure without getting anything out of it? No, no. I want to hear you beg for it." Bella said, as she moved the toy just above where Ina wants her desperately. "Please, ms. Fiennes. Please take me hard. I'll do anything you want. Just please, please-- ohhhhh..!" With that, Bella started to move the toy around Ina's clit. Ina was tantalised by the way Bella was working against her. "Say it. Tell me what you want", she wispered in Ina's ear. "I want you to be inside of me, ms. Fiennes" and with that, Bella made the toy slide into Ina, careful to place the clitorisstimulator just right. "Ohhhh- I-I... please, ms. Fiennes, please move against me" so she did. She slid the toy in and out of Ina, each stroke harder then the last one, until all she could hear were Ina's moans. "Now, I want you to come for me, like the dirty little girl you are" "I-I'm close, fuck I'm so close, I- I- ohhhhh fuck!" And with that, Ina was going through her first orgasm of the night. The combination of the vibrator sliding in and out of her and the stimulation on her clit made Ina see stars she never saw before.

"So, my little plaything. How did that feel?" Bella asked as she licked some of Ina's arousal off her fingers. Ina was completely flustered. "That felt amazing, ms. Fiennes. Please let me return the favor" Ina wanted to repay Bella for treating her with a night like this. "I make the rules, I tell you what to do. Stand up." So she did, and Bella took her blindfold off. Before her was standing Bella, with dark eyeliner on, a black lace bra, a leather skirt and long black heels. A true sex goddess. "Now, I want you to walk to the kitchen island and bend over it" Ina obeyed, and bend over for Bella. "Now, I'm going to taste you, do not hold back on the sounds" "yes, ms. Fie- ohh!" Bella dove in, sliding her wet tongue through Ina's even wetter slit. "You taste amazing" and with that she introduced two fingers inside of Ina. "Ohhmygod, that feels- you are- mmhhhh" Ina was having a hard time finding the words about what Bella was doing to her. Bella's eyes landed on something standing on the kitchen counter. "Do you see that fruitbowl over there? I want you to give me a piece of fruit." So Ina did. She grabbed the first piece she could get, a smooth pear, with a slim top and a round bottom. "Good girl. Sweet and juicy, just like you." She said, as she was pressing the pear onto Ina's clit. "Ohh.. what are you doing down there?" "That's for me to know, and for you to never find out." And with that, she slided the slim half of the pear inside Ina and gently swirled it around. Bella would have never imaginer using a pear like this would be this good. "Ohh God, that is just.... ohhh" Bella noticed Ina's left leg started to tremble so she pushed her further by licking at her clit. As she was licking her clit, she was enjoying the taste she and only she would get to taste from now on. She tastes perfect, and Bella is officially addicted to the taste of Ina Kingsley. "Please, ms. Fiennes, may I come?" And with that, Bella made Ina come again.

Bella took the pear out of Ina and stood up so she was standing behind Ina. "Now open up..." she wispered in Ina's ear. Ina's mouth opened, and she took a bite out of the pear that was inside her moments ago. She gently pushed the pear in Ina's mouth as her other hand started to caress her breasts and slightly pinch her nipples. "How does it taste?" "Very, very good, ms. Fiennes" "that's mostly the taste of what I'm doing to you, my little pet." "I taste sweet." "That's why you're my favorite flavor" *wink*

"Now, down on your knees" Bella sad as she was lifting her skirt up, only to reveal no underwear underneath it. "You didn't think you'd get all the pleasure, now did you?" Bella grasped Ina's hair. "Beg for it." "Please let me lick your pussy, I need to taste it. It's the only thing I'll ever need." And with that, Bella moved Ina's head exactly as she wanted her, and let her amaze her with her tongue. "Mm.. you feel incredible" and she pulled her head up to make her look her in the eyes. "You are mine, after tonight you are officially mine. Don't you ever forget that." "I won't, ms. Fiennes, I'm forever yours." "Now that' a good girl"

"Please, ms. Fiennes, can I come? I want to come desperately." Bella stopped stroking Ina with her hand from behind. "Now, my little pet, what did I say about asking? Didn't I warn you that you'd be punished for misbehaving?" Ina went silent for a while before answering. "You did, ms. Fiennes." "I am a woman of my word. Get over here." She sat down in their livingroom chair and pointed at her lap, letting Ina know to go and bend over her knee. So she quickly hurried to Bella. "I'm going to spank you five times. You're going to count with me. Understood?" When she didn't reply she squeezed her ass firmly. "Understood?" "Ohh- yes, ms. Fiennes." "Good girl" and she gave her the first slap. "Ohhh- one..." the second slap "nnhhhh... two" "I want to hear you louder." Another slap. "Ohhmy... t-THREE" Bella was smirking at her self. She slapped her for the fourth time. "Ahhhh... FOUR" and then finally the last slap. "FIVE! ooohh...." "now there's a sight to remember" Bella said as she started to play with Ina's behind. Ina was surprised at finding out how erotic she found this. Bella moved her hand furthur, starting to finger her. "Ooohhh shoot.." Ina moaned softly. "Look at you, all hot and bothered... lying in my lap.. desperate to cum" Bella said, and with that, she let Ina fall over the edge. "Ohhh shit, shit, shit my go- ooooohhh yes!"

Ina was an utter and complete mess when Bella made her climax time after time. Bella took her in every position, and clearly doggystyle was one of their favorites yet. As Bella was pounding into Ina with a new strap-on she bought, Ina was moaning and squirming uncontrollably. Bella grasped Ina's hair and pulled her close. "Who do you belong to? Who's body is this? Who's pussy? Tell me now" Ina was bucking her hips into Bella's. "You, ms. Fiennes, only you." Come for me, let me hear what I'm doing to you" "oooohhh... I'm going to.. I'm about to-- ohhhhhhhh my god, yes, yes oh fuck!" Ina's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was feeling yet another climax, each one seeming to feel more amazing then the last.

Many, many rounds later, they collaped on their bed together. Bella lies on her side next to Ina with her hand placed on Ina's stomach while Ina still tries to catch her breath. "So, how was that for you?" "It was amazing, ms. Fiennes" Bella chuckles. "You know you can call me Bella now, right?" "I know, I'm sorry, I guess my mind is still in a different galaxy. Seriously, babe, you made me see and feel things I've never seen or felt before." Bella starts stroking Ina's hair. "Well, I noticed you were down from your text earlier, and I made a judgement call and thought this would be what you would like and need the most" "I really did, thank you, sweetheart" Bella kisses the top of her head. "Don't ever thank me for that. It was my pleasure, trust me." Ina nuzzles her head in the crook of Bella's neck. "I think I might be a bit sore tomorrow" Ina says and Bella starts blushing slightly. "Was it too much?" "Never. Just be prepared to get payback any day now. Be prepared." Bella pecks Ina on the lips. "For you, my dear, I am always prepared." She gives Ina one last kiss. "I love you" "I love you more" "not possible. Now get over here." They settle into each other arms and fall into a deep sleep together, both having a smile on their face as they dreamt about many more future moments like this to come.

The end

[worldwidemochiguy]

Birthday Treat (Soft! Yandere Hoseok)

203 - Are you teasing me, love? You know how I get when you tease me.

207 - It’s not fair - stop that, stop doing that! You’re mine!

209 - The way you say my name feels so fucking good... keep saying it. 

Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, DO NOT READ IF BELOW 18, (subtle) Yandere behaviour, possessive themes, penetrative sex 

Word Count: 1.8K

a/n: thank you to @love-and-other-possibilities​ for requesting 203, 207 and 209 with hoseok, hope you like it!! the ending is bad bc i can't do endings but ah well :/ and also a very happy birthday to our hope, literally the only man to ever exist, Jung Hoseok <3

Birthday Treat 

Upon reentering the bedroom, you were greeted with the amusing sight of Hoseok sprawled across the bed. His eyebrows were furrowed slightly, as they had been ever since you discreetly slipped out of his arms a few minutes ago. He was not awake enough to stop you, but it seemed he had thrown a little unconscious tantrum in your absence, judging by the way the sheets had tangled around his ankles.

You bit down a smile, setting the plate you were carrying on the bedside table, before bracing your hands on either side of him and leaning in. His eyelashes fluttered as your breath fanned across his face and you idly wondered what he was dreaming about. You, probably. 

Your theory was proved correct when you ducked down to blow on the shell of his ear. Your name slipped out of his mouth in a whine and, before you even got to start running your tongue along his skin, his arms wrapped around you and twisted your torso until you were pinned underneath him. 

“Sunshine,” He breathed, his voice low and gravelly from just having woken up. Your core clenched pleasantly at his tone, something he probably guessed at, hence the sleepy smirk fixed to his face. 

“Why did you run away before I woke up? You’ve never done that before.” The words were muttered into your neck as he ran his nose along the column of it, and you tilted your head absently to give him better access, prompting a low rumble of approval from him. 

“Well, today’s a special day, Hobi.” You replied evenly, as if you couldn’t feel his hands caressing along your side, moving gradually lower and lower. 

“Oh, really? Why is today special?” He asked, the corners of his mouth pulling upwards as his hands tugged your waistband. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” At his smirk, you continued. “It’s special because it’s a Tuesday.” 

He pulled away, an expression of confusion lingering on his face for a moment before melting into a knowing smile as he sat back on his heels.

“Oh, really, sunshine? Why are Tuesday’s so special?” 

“Well,” You began, lifting up your fingers to tick things off, “I got my first job on a Tuesday, I saw my first snow on a Tuesday, I met you on a Tuesday…” That caused Hoseok’s smirk to melt into a genuine smile, and his eyes shone fondly as he tugged you onto his lap. 

“Wow, Tuesday’s do sound kinda special, huh? But, you know the other reason why today’s special?” He prompted, and you rolled your eyes with a giggle before giving in. 

“Of course I do. It’s your birthday.” 

He smiled triumphantly. “Correct, sunshine. It’s my birthday, and that means I should get a gift, right?” His head tilted suggestively, and you bit your lip, eyes flicking down to his mouth. 

“Yeah, I actually had something in mind… it’s what I was preparing earlier…” Your made your tone deliberately sultry, and his eyes widened slightly as his arms tightened around you. 

“That- that’s good. Great. Okay. Show me.” He commanded, licking his lips as you pulled back. 

You shifted off the bed and, much to Hoseok’s confusion, you twisted round and grabbed the plate on the bedside table, presenting it to him with a flourish. 

“Kimchi egg skillet!” You announced, relishing his bewildered expression. “Your favourite! I’ve been practising all week.” 

You refused to acknowledge the eyebrow Hoseok raised at you expectantly as you set the plate down on his lap, still warm from where you had vacated it mere seconds ago. 

“Go on, see if you like how it tastes.” You encouraged gleefully. 

“You know, I think there are other things I’d like to taste…” He remarked, staring at the apex of your thighs pointedly. You tutted at him disapprovingly.

“No way, I did not waste twelve eggs trying to make that only for it to go to waste.” 

Hoseok huffed out an amused breath. “Are you teasing me, love? You know how I get when you tease me.” 

“No, how could you suggest such a thing?” You asked, scandalised, making Hoseok almost choke on his breakfast as he laughed. 

.......

“I actually have a few birthday presents for you today.” You called out to Hoseok. Your voice was raised since he was in the sitting room, leafing through that day’s newspaper. You were still in the bedroom, fixing the finishing touches to your outfit. 

“Oh really?” He asked sarcastically, “Are you going to bake cookies for me as well?” 

“It isn’t cookies, but I’d like to think it’ll taste as sweet.” You purred, leaving the bedroom door ajar and leaning against the frame seductively. 

As soon as you had seen the red babydoll set on the website, you knew it would drive Hoseok insane. And it seemed you were right, judging by the way his fists clenched so hard he ripped his paper. He didn’t seem to notice, letting it fall to the floor as he stood abruptly, eyes fixed on your lace-wrapped body. 

“Fuck.” He ground out, and his voice… you had to remind yourself to stay focused. 

“Do you like it?” You asked innocently, twirling around. You heard a sharp inhale as he saw the back — a completely sheer panel of lace, making no attempt to conceal your thong. 

When you faced him again, Hoseok’s eyes were dark and intense, like he was one step away from devouring you. 

“So, what were you thinking for lunch, maybe pizza?” He groaned as you strode into the kitchen, stalking after you purposely.

“Sunshine, don’t do this to me.” He whined, eyes raking up and down your body almost desperately.

“What ever do you mean, Hoseok?” You asked, darting behind the kitchen counter.

“Stop teasing, c’mon, it’s my birthday.” 

“Teasing?” You repeated cluelessly, leaning over across the counter as if you wanted to hear him better. His eyes immediately were drawn to your chest, before snapping back up exasperatedly. 

“It’s not fair- stop that, stop doing that!” He burst out suddenly as you bit your lip in faux-sympathy. You allowed the lip to slip out from between your teeth, to Hoseok’s relief. 

You began running your tongue slowly over your lips to soothe the swollen skin, and Hoseok’s tether snapped. He crossed around the end of the counter and cornered you, bringing his hands up either side of your head to cage you against the cabinet.

“You’re mine.” He growled. Your breath caught in your throat as he started sucking on your throat fiercely, marking you. “If I tell you to stop doing something, you stop. Your body is mine. You obey me. That’s what good girls do.” 

“Maybe I don’t - ah, fuck, Hoseok - maybe I don’t want to be a - mmh - a good girl.” You panted as his teeth grazed the sensitive underside of your jaw. 

“Yes, I can see that.” Hoseok muttered derisively, pulling on the fabric of the lace teddy insistently, “Only bad girls wear things like these, right? You want me to treat you like a bad girl?” Your reply was lost in a wanton moan and he snorted, “You know what? It doesn’t matter what you want. Your body is mine, I can do what I want with it.”

He ripped off the lingerie, flinging it over his shoulder without a second glance, leaving you to shiver as your skin was exposed to the cool air. He pulled back as if he was simply viewing you like you were a masterpiece at a gallery, prohibited from human contact. 

“Hoseok,” you whined, trying to entice him back to finish what he had started, but it seemed your roles were now reversed. Hoseok was the tease, simply watching as you writhed in desperation, not daring to move towards him because he told you to stay, and you knew that your body was his, and not your own. 

You whispered his name again pleadingly and he finally relented, pressing you against the wall again and dipping his hand into your panties. His rough fingers were a relief, filling the emptiness inside you as they ruthlessly rubbed over that spot that made the coiling heat in your stomach start to unravel deliciously. 

You chanted his name in a litany of prayers as he pumped two, no, three fingers into you, stretching you out impatiently. 

“I’m ready, please, I’m ready, just- fuck, Hoseok - just fuck me. Please.” You begged. Hoseok swore against your lips, hands withdrawing and you sobbed in relief when you heard his belt buckle clatter as it hit the floor. 

“The way you say my name feels so fucking good… keep saying it.” He told you as he pushed in slowly. Even when you were so immersed in the feeling of him stretching you out and filling you up so deeply, you knew to obey him. 

“So good, Hoseok. Feels so good - ah!” He positioned his hips in a way that each thrust pressed on a bundle of nerves within you. He was relentless, pounding into you as you bounced against the wall, having no choice but to just take it. 

“You’re mine.” Hoseok hissed against your throat, before continuing the pattern of purpling kisses he had left. 

“Yours, only yours, always, Hoseok.” You babbled, climbing higher and higher to your peak. When his other hand came down to fiddle with your clit, you shattered around him. He didn’t pause in his thrusts, even when the oversensitivity made you scream. He just kept pounding and, soon enough, you were nearing your climax again. 

“So fucking tight, baby, fuck. You were made for this, made for me. You’re mine.” He kept repeating mindlessly as he shoved himself into you over and over, uncaring of whether you enjoyed it or not, and why should he, your body was made for his enjoyment, not the other way around. 

Regardless, when you tightened and spasmed around him a second time, your cry of his name echoing in his ears, he finally came, pumping his seed into you as you panted and writhed on his cock. After a moment, he slipped out of you and the two of you fell into each other in a mess of sweat and come and exhaustion. 

“Did you… like your birthday present?” You panted, and Hoseok somehow mustered the energy to give you one of his brilliant smiles that had brightened up your day more times than you could count.

“Of course I did, sunshine. I can’t wait to spend every birthday like this with you. I love you.”