#sinfully chubby answers

[breadcheekstete]

hello, love your work he he! Could I request chubby Tae, maybe he is at uni and starts gaining some weight? Would really love it if he has a nice plump belly and really big bum that rips his pants 🙈

hewwoooo !!! i don't even want to know how many months has been this request here i'm so sorry. hope you like this nothenless 🥲

[tægi // fat tæhyung]

yøongi loves photography. is a passion of his since he held his first pororo camera in his hands when he was barely four. he loves it so much he wanted to make it his career, but he's still young and has a lot to learn so he starts with little jobs.

he's been taking the yearbook portries for the arts university of seoul since last year, and even though is a bit embarrassing when everyone is so close his age, he waited eagerly for this years picture day to come.

the reason is a beautiful student named tæhyung, leader of the photography club himself, who caught yg's eyes with his charming features and his gentle manners.

yg doesn't live near the campus, so he never got the chance to see him other than that day last year when he walked in with his white shirt and his paint-stained brown slacks. said slacks who hugged his waist so sinfully for how toned his body seemed to be.

he offered his best profile, and with the sharpness of his jawline he smiled brightly to the camera and yg felt a tug in his heart.

this year, he got the courage to ask his number and waited patiently and professionally for every group to finish before th's made itself in.

yg tried to look discreetly, searching for th in the crowd without success. but his name is on the list, maybe he is sick today?

he sighs, taking the pictures with as much normality as possible when he hopelessly calls his name not even looking up, expecting no one to show up.

"here," someone says, and yg looks up at last.

yg freezes, as a young man waddles into the booth for his picture to be taken. "kim tæhyung?"

"yes," he answers, a bit out of breath if you ask yg.

he takes another look, and with the paint stained slacks he realizes he is indeed th... but fatter.

his once slim figure is now melted in layers and layers of lard. he's so fat now that his tucked in shirt leaves nothing to the imagination with so much honey skin showing through the gaps between the straining buttons. his belly is so rounded and distended that it cuts painfully where the slacks are hugging his waist. said slacks that look ready to pop and tear apart for how thick his legs are. his chest and arms not far enough as they are plump and pudgy.

but his face... oh, his godly features. his jawline faded in a thick layer of fat, making it into a double chin with barely neck. his cheeks are puffy and he looks younger than before, just if it wasn't for how tall he is.

yg adjust the camera to fit his big frame in, all while staring at th through it. at his laboured breathing and... did he just burp?

th rubs his upper belly, trying to hide more little burps but yg can see it all in hd with his camera. he has to fight the urge to record this.

but he wants to get paid, no matter how hot he feels all over from this view so he clears his throat.

"okay, at the count of three, tæhyung-ssi."

at that, th sucks it in, smiling and bunching his cheeks higher as his belly looks kind of flatter.

one, two... three.

the camera clicks and with it th puffs out the breath he was holding. his belly bloating so much that the button of his slacks give up, hitting the floor and making his belly round out over his lap heavily.

th curses under his breath as he burps once more. yg doesn't even realize he moved from his camera when he's taking the button from the floor. yg stares at him, handing the button to th when he realizes he's already staring with a deep blush and panting.

"here, tæhyung-ssi."

th takes it, rubbing his belly. "thank you, uhm..."

"yøongi."

th smiles, and attempts to stand up from the little chair. is not that his ass is trapped, no, it is too big to even fit in the chair in the first place. it's his stubborn belly, getting on the way for him to bend forward.

yg notices this and helps him by holding his hand, but just when he stands with a loud thud, the side of his slacks cracks open. "bye to the last pants i had," he whispers to himself.

"if you stay until the end of the shot i will sew them for you," yg is quick to say.

"really?" yg nods. "for what price?"

"for your number and a meal."

th rubs his belly with his tubby hands. "you've got yourself a deal, yøongi-ssi."

[theesirenteller]

*ೃ༄: ̗̀➛☄ Prologue ⋆╰┈➤☄. *

ℜ𝔦𝔬 & OC 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 【Minors DNI】 Masterlist

"I've been thinking a lot about this little relationship of ours and uh…I'm gonna have to cut you loose, sweetheart."

A look of shock smacked across Ephipany's face, Her once happy-go-lucky expression and wide smile now turned to pouted lips and saddened eyes. It would've been better had Rio smacked her across the face and then told her the unfortunate news.

"W-what? Why?" she questioned. Blinded and flabbergasted by his statement, she couldn't help but be filled with questions, "Wait, don't even fucking bother lying, it's Beth isn't it? She's your girl again isn't she?" Epiphany started to feel her hot tears slip down the sides of her chubby cheeks, "She's making bank on the club and all of sudden is your shiny new toy again" At this point, Epiphany was wailing like a baby.

Everything had happened so fast. Their relationship developed faster than a speeding bullet shooting into someone's chest. He was a star that burned too bright. His world moved fast and sucked her in even faster. He was nothing like anyone she ever met before. No one touched her as deeply as he did. She was no different to him. Rio shared the same amazement towards her as she did to him. Epiphany came into his world like a shooting star on a dark cloudy night. Like a rainbow after a rainstorm, she came to him during a dark and tense time.

And he couldn't ruin her. But what's the worst that could happen to a girl that's already hurt?

Despite the disdain for seeing her in distress over him, Rio remained with an indifferent expression. Numb on the exterior to her pain. "Look…" He leaned in close to her, hovering over the console as he did so, "I gotta tie up all my loose ends. It's nothing personal darlin' " his thumb firmly pressed against the side of her cheek as he brushed away her tears.

"And I'm a loose end, huh? That's all I am to you?" she whimpered through her tears.

"I don't want you hurt. "

"You can't hurt a girl that's already been hurt."

His long fingers and wide palm pressed against the side of her face as his eyes lingered across her face. Her bright brown Bambi eyes and plump-pouty lips were instilled within his mind along with the memories they shared over the last three months.

"Christopher" she whispered with a saddened tone, "Please don't do this I lo-"

His lips were firmly pressed against hers. Greedily savoring the taste of her mouth for what he felt was the last time. With the lingering kiss followed a loud sound from the passenger side door unlocking. “See, that’s where I know you’re lying because I’m incapable of being loved,” he whispered sinfully an inch away from her lips as he broke their lip-lock.

Epiphany opened her eyes and looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. Before she could utter another word Mick had opened the passenger side door. Her attention shifted from Rio to Mick before she grasped her purse and slowly got out of the seat. "Why are you shutting me out?", she frowned.

"How can you say you love me when you don’t even love yourself, Epiphany?" He answered her question with a question, followed by sending her a sarcastic smile, almost a grimace.

A sharp pain shot through her chest and sank into her stomach. nausea overcame her. She felt like throwing up. Using all her might she raised her purse and flung it towards his face before she ran off down the parking lot. Epiphany had made the fucked up mistake of thinking that they could've worked out. that two pieces of a broken heart could make a whole. Nothing felt more treacherous than a person who you put your deepest, darkest secrets into throwing it back at your face. Using her vulnerability as a weapon. She didn't know whether to be angry or just hurt. She felt both and so much more that it hurt to breathe, hurt to think.

Meanwhile...Beth, Ruby, and Annie watched from afar from behind the strip club back doors.

"That was kinda harsh man...she's just a kid." Mick muttered as he got into the passenger side.

"Yeah. That I got no business messing around with." The gangster rasped out with a hostile tone. He proceeded to toss her purse into his backseat before speeding off. Rio and Beth briefly made eye contact on his way out of the parking lot. If looks could kill...Beth Boland would be six feet under.

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[oreolemur]

Bargain- Dabi Fanfic

“Why’d you call me so late?”, you asked. “I-I have an exam early in the morning”.  Standing by his dorm’s door, you gazed over at the black-haired male, sitting at his desk. “If it’s because you want more money…I don’t have any”. Grinning, Dabi stared at you sinfully. “Lock the door”. Waiting for you to listen, he pulled out a butterfly knife from his pants. “Why am I not hearing a click?”, he gritted. “Do I need to get up and do it myself?”. Gulping, you reached for the doorknob, locking it as told. “S-sorry, I’m not my best when tired”.

Scoffing at your apology, Dabi laughed at you. “You and your fucking excuses”. Seeing him stand up, your heart dropped and pounded in fear. You closed your eyes and tensed up. “Do you know why I mess with you?”, he asked, approaching you slowly. You stepped back until you couldn’t anymore. With your body pressed against the door and Dabi hovering over you, you felt yourself freeze up. “You were always so easy to bitch. Not only mentally, but physically too. You're short, chubby, and it excites me seeing how afraid you get when I’m close to you”. Caressing your face, the male pinched your cheek. He looked down at you, observing how tight your pink tank top was. “Look at me”.

Opening your eyes, you glared up at Dabi. “I called you here…because I want to make a deal”. “A deal?”, you replied. “Yes, a deal”. Walking back over to his desk, he sat down. “ Let me fuck you, and I won’t bully you anymore”. Spinning the knife in his hands, Dabi stared at you. “What?”, you questioned. “What’s it gonna be, hm?”, he smiled. You looked at him confused,“I don’t understand”. “Was my offer not clear enough?”, he asked, standing up. Walking up to you, the man grabbed your face. “Or…are you more of a visual learner?”. He squeezed your cheeks together, parting your lips. Your eyes widen, seeing him lean in to kiss you. “No!”, you shouted. “I don’t want to”.  Letting you go, Dabi clenched his jaw. “Ok…if that’s what you want. Then so be it. Now, get out”. Heading towards the exit, the man uttered something. “Enjoy being my punching bag from now on”, he chuckled.

❤~2 Weeks Later~❤

Ever since that night, you’ve tried your best to avoid Dabi. Whenever you saw him around campus, you immediately went the other way. He had been blowing up your phone with texts and calls. Each message was a threat, making you fear him even more. “What am I going to do?”, you cried.

❤❤❤

Finishing up in the shower, you grabbed your belongings as you headed back to your dorm. On your way there, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being followed. Whether it was the cold night air making you feel that way, or other students roaming school grounds, something felt off to you. “Maybe, it’s the stress getting to me”, you thought. Picking up the pace, you quickly returned to your dorm safely.

Inside, you placed your toiletries on your desk as you made your way to your bed. “What the hell?”, looking at your phone, it dinged over and over again with texts. With over 30+ messages from Dabi, your heart dropped reading the most recent one. “You still sleep with a teddy bear?”, it read. Glancing over at your stuffed animal, you began to shake. “H-how does he know?”.  Taking a step back, you bumped into something. “How do I know what?”, a voice said from behind. “And why haven’t you been answering me?”. 

Standing over you, Dabi put you in a headlock. “How is my favorite little pig, anyway?”. Placing your hands around his arm, you tried to slip away. “I haven’t seen you around campus lately…nor in class. Have you been avoiding me?”. Adding pressure to your entrapment, he admired how much you squirmed. “I-I…haven’t…been feeling…well”, you lied. Choking you harder, he laughed. “Don’t lie to me”. Taunting you more, the man finally let you go.

As you fell to your knees, Dabi stared at you. He walked over to your desk, taking a seat. “Come here”, he ordered. “Why?”, you asked. Throwing a pencil at you, the bully repeated himself. “Come…here. Now!”. Standing up, he threw another pencil at you. “Crawl to me”. You looked at him confused. “Get down on the floor, and crawl to me”. Hesitating, you slowly obeyed him. “If I have to repeat myself again, I will hurt you”. Nodding, you crawled towards him. “Why are you here?”, you asked. “Because I got sick of waiting for an answer”. Lifting your head up, he squeezed your face. “Aren’t you tired of being my pet? Why don't you try something new?”. 

Trying not to look at him, you averted your eyes somewhere else. “I don’t want to do that with you”, you replied. “Do what?”, Dabi asked. “You know…that thing. I don’t want to do that with you”. Smirking, he questioned you again. “What thing? I don’t know what you mean”.  Glancing at him, you spoke clearly. “I don’t want to have sex with you”. Reaching for his belt, the man unbuckled his pants. “Well then…that’s too bad. Cause I wanna fuck you”. Pulling out his dick, your eyes widen. “Open your mouth”. Trying to get away, he dug his nails into your flesh. “If I repeat myself, I will hurt you”.

Staring at his cock, you leaned in. “Why am I doing this?”, you asked yourself. Parting your lips, you rubbed his tip on your upper lip. His precum smeared on your mouth like lip gloss. You poke out your tongue, giving it long slow licks. “Put it in your mouth already”, Dabi seethed. Sucking in the tip, you eased your way down his shaft. You felt his cock jump. “He’s too big”, you thought, stopping halfway.  Your mouth tightened around him as you began to move your head up and down. 

Dabi sat back with his hands behind his head. “I’ve seen you shove more food in your mouth, so I know you can do better than that”. Trying to go down more, you started to choke. “I can’t go any further than that!”, you complained, taking him out. “It’s already hitting the back of my throat”. Tilting his head, Dabi thought of something. “Is your mouth really that small?”, he asked. Nodding your head, he tells you to open up. “I just want to see something”, he said. Opening your mouth again,  he looked inside. “I see what the problem is”, he smiled. Grabbing your hair, he pushed you down on his dick. “You need a little training”. Keeping your head still, you took hold off his waist in an attempt to get him out. “Can’t breathe can you?”. He laughed at how stupid you looked. “Breathe through your fucking nose, idiot”. Doing what he said, you found it easier to breathe. “Good, now finish”.

10 minutes in, your mouth began to tire. “Mm, you’re starting to drool”, Dabi groaned. He thrusted into your throat, making you hit your nose against his pelvis. “Why is he being so rough?”. You tried your best to keep up with his pace, but his dick kept poking your pharynx, causing you to gag. “My throat’s beginning to sore”, you teared up. Dabi threw his head back as he closed his eyes. “Just a little more”. Pushing you down all the way, he sloppily fucked into you as he came. “Gross”, you whined as he held you still. “Swallow it”, he said. Leaving you with no other choice, you did as told. “God, this is disgusting”. Collecting the rest of his cum with your tongue, you licked him clean. 

Holding you still by the hair, Dabi scoffed as the two of you stared at each other. “Wow…now you really look like a pig”. Releasing you from his grip, you took the chance to scoot away from him. “Are you done?”, you asked, glaring at the floor. “I did what you wanted”. Spinning in your chair, the man laughed. “Done? That wasn’t even half of what I came for”. Getting up and smiling, he walked over to you. “Stand up”.  Shaking your head, you scooted away again as he came closer. “Why are you being so defiant?”, he questioned. “Stand up!”. 

Watching you, Dabi removed his shirt. “Why are you taking that off?”, you asked. Cracking his neck, he sighed. “Because I don’t want to get blood on my favorite shirt”. As he approached you, you made an attempt to run to the door. The two of you struggled against one another as you were pressed between him and the exit. “Just let me go, please”, you begged. “I won’t tell anyone about this. I promise I’ll stay quiet”. Dabi ignored your begging as he was distracted by something else. “Her ass is so plump and soft”, he said to himself. Feeling him reach under your robe, you shut your legs. “Dabi…please”, you croaked. He forced your limbs apart, placing his hands on your bottom. “Fuck”, he groaned. “I should’ve done this sooner”. Slightly humping you, he quickly undid your robe. “Take it off”. 

Giving you some space, he watched. Your attention was on the door as you slipped the clothing off of you. The cold dorm air hits your bare body, forming goosebumps. Sitting on the edge of your bed, Dabi bit his lip. “Turn around”. Keeping your eyes on the floor, you turned. “You know…you’re more appealing than I thought”, he chuckled. Hearing him laugh, you felt helpless. As vulnerable as you were, you accepted your fate. “What else do you want?”. Humming in excitement, Dabi ordered you to the bed. “Is that all?”, you asked, sitting next to him. Brushing the hair out of your face, he leaned into your ear. “You’re so impatient. It’s almost as if you want me inside you”.

He kissed your cheek while grabbing hold of your neck to push you down. Getting on top, he positioned himself between your legs. “This is what I like to see”. Taking hold of your waist, he pulled you close to him. “Do we have a deal now?”, he smirked, rubbing his cock on your cunt. You squirmed around, feeling his heated member touch your sensitive bud. “Give me an answer… or I’ll make one for you”. Putting his tip in, you nodded. “Say it, Y/N”, he gritted, penetrating you more.  “We have a deal”. 

[sinfully-chubby]

Hiiii there can I be tagged in your forever list please thann u

Sure I dont mind but I dont know exactly how that works. Do I tag you in everything I post? I've never had a forever list before.

If anyone else would like to join please so so and I will try and tag the lot of you.

[angrythingstarlight]

I just think that if one time, while they are engaged, Peach called Baker Bucky hubbby on accident, his brain would short-circuit 😂🥰

Summary: Bucky loves the fact that he's going to be your husband

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

CW: Bucky being LoveStruck.

A/N: Written on my phone.

Bucky's chatting with the farmer in front of his stall, balancing a wicker basket of freshly harvested plums on his hip. Every so often, his gaze strays to the left, his warm blue eyes drifting up and down your bundled-up body.

A smile tugs at his lips because he's the only one in this market who knows that underneath your oversized coat, his sweater (that you stole just as he was about to put it on), and those pants that make him want to bite one of your cheeks, you're wearing his marks like they're your favorite jewels.

You're not far away, standing in front of a booth selling handcrafted plushies, knick-knacks and holiday ornaments. Although if he's being honest, any distance away from him is too far. So he ends the conversation, telling Frank he'll be back next week to try out his apricots.

Five long strides and he's within earshot of you.

"I have to get this, it reminds me so much of my husband. Soon to be anyway," you laugh, picking up the miniature stuffed bear wearing a baker's hat and holding a tiny croissant. "He's going to love this."

Bucky feels his heart stop. It hits his ribcage and stops right in his chest. Emotions billow inside him, warming him more than the autumn sun ever could. His grip loosens on the basket, a few plums hitting the tall, damp grass with a faint plop.

Husband. He likes the sound of it on your lips. Your husband. He's going to be your husband.

You turn your head, a smile forming. "Bucky are you alright?"

"No. Yes. I-yes," he stammers out, closing the distance between you, his hands reaching for your face. He's disoriented and he knows he's not making sense but the part of brain that's still functioning knows it wants you, needs you right now.

"Wha-Bucky!" You quickly grab the handle of his basket, saving the rest of his plums. You have seconds to slide the basket onto the booth and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss is—well you understand what people mean when they say time stopped because that's how it feels with his soft lips molding over yours, his large hands cupping your face, your fingers sliding through his hair.

He's passionate and desperate and sinfully sweet. His kiss leads to another and another. Around the seventh time he slides his lips over yours, you decide you can easily spend the rest of your life kissing this man.

But you are blocking Sarah's booth and is she—yeah she's taking a picture, you and Bucky are going to be the talk of her bingo night. You break the kiss, leaning back when he instinctively follows you with a low displeased groan like you just snatched his favorite dessert from him.

"C'mere," he mumbles. "Just one more Peach."

Moving to your tiptoes, you brush your lips over his , swiftly pulling back before he can capture your mouth again. Giggling softly when he makes a disgruntled noise in his throat, you pat his chest, ignoring his pout. "We can finish this when we get home Bucky."

Or when you get to the car. Judging by the look in his eyes, its going to be the car.

"You wanna tell me what brought that on?" you ask as you hand a grinning Sarah a twenty.

A blush flares across his rounded cheeks, pressing his kiss swollen lips together, he shrugs one broad shoulder. Your words play in his mind and he briefly wonders if you'd let Bruce marry the two of you right now, right here in the middle of the farmers market. His gaze sweeps over face, lingering on your gorgeous eyes. No, he can wait, you deserve the wedding of your dreams. Until then he'll dream about being your husband.

Realizing you're still waiting for his answer, Bucky clears his throat, wraps his arm around you and picks his basket and miniature baker up.

"Just felt like kissing you." Always will.

"That's fine with me," you hum, leaning into his side. "Love you Bucky."

His response is a quick as it is genuine. "I love you too Peach." With everything he has.

[sinner-as-saint]

Too Young To Love You

Chubby!Bucky x reader

Requested.

Run-through: You come home from uni to spend the holidays with your parents. And you find out that your feelings for a certain man named Bucky hasn’t died out completely yet. One look at him and the sparks and butterflies came to life again. However, there are a couple of issues which stand in the way. First, Bucky’s twice your age. And second, he’s your dad’s best friend.

Themes: age gap, smut, fluff, slight bratty!reader, language, dad’s best friend!bucky, dirty talk

“Hey there, Buck!” you chirped as you walked into your parent’s kitchen.

He turned around, “Hey babygirl.” He gave you his usual warm smile which accentuated his squishy cheeks you secretly loved so much.

Bucky was your parent’s new next door neighbor. And to celebrate your homecoming for the summer, your parents had invited him over for dinner tonight – which he was also helping in making right now.  

You admired the handsome man from afar. Sure it was immoral and wrong, but you couldn’t help but develop a crush on Bucky Barnes – your dad’s best friend.

 It started when you first met him, a couple of years ago when him and his girlfriend at the time, Natasha joined you and your parents on a summer trip. He caught your eye immediately, despite the age difference. He was sweet and kind and so damn attractive and cute. He was funny as well. You remember how quickly you had gotten comfortable around him.

He made you laugh for hours on end at the lakeside while your family had barbeque nights almost each night that summer. His long dark hair was his best feature, you concluded. Then his sinfully pink lips. But you liked his built better. Tall and broad, soft around the middle, thick thighs and squishy cheeks. And those blue eyes… those damn blue eyes. You were young though, too young. Only eighteen at the time. And your naïve heart fell for him right there and then. He was magnetic, the kind of person you want to be around all the time.

But you knew there was no scope for you two. There was no way. So you took your secret crush on him and went off to university. But you didn’t entirely forget about him, the crush you had on Bucky diminished eventually as you began going on dates with boys your age here and there. But it didn’t die out entirely.

 Babygirl… the nickname Bucky had given you around three years ago still made you feel warm and tingly. You never knew when exactly did he decide to call you ‘babygirl’, perhaps it was that summer day, three years ago, when you and him went on a boat ride around the lake while his girlfriend and your parents were asleep at the cabin.

You remembered that day like it was yesterday. You remembered how his hair moved with the wind, and how soft he looked in that loose tank top, his hair tie on his wrist as he navigated the boat with expertise and marveled at the sunrise with you. You were convinced that that summer morning solidified your feelings for him. But there was nothing you could do. You were too young then. Too young to love him.

 “You need help with anything?” you asked and sat down on the stool by the breakfast bar. Bucky was busy making dessert, and he smiled and turned sideways to look at you.

“Nope, just keep me company. I got this.” He winked and your heart fluttered. How can a man be so wholesome and adorable but also so effortlessly sexy at the same time?

You took advantage of the fact that your parents weren’t home – out on an impromptu trip to the store – to rope Bucky into a conversation you were dying to have.  

“So,” you began casually, “How’s your girlfriend?” you asked, knowing damn well him and Natasha weren’t a thing anymore. They broke up early last year – you found out while you were scrolling through social media. But you didn’t want Bucky to know that you spied on him online so you played dumb for a minute.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head playfully. “No, no, no we’re starting with you! How’s your boyfriend? How many poor boys’ hearts are you breaking out there?” he asked, stirring what seemed to be chocolate ganache in a bowl.

You laughed. Oh well, your parents must’ve told him all about you and the boy you were messing around with.

“He’s not a boyfriend. Peter is just… you know.” your answer made him chuckle.

“Oh I know. What does he do?” Bucky asked, and he seemed genuinely interested.

“He studies music. He’s in a band on campus.” You answered, and added, “And we hold hands sometimes.”

Bucky laughed and set the bowl down, reaching for a napkin. “Good girl. Don’t you do more than just hold hands, young lady. You hear me?” he said playfully. He often did this thing whenever he met you where he pretended to be a strict adult advising you against young boys who could potentially break your heart.

You found it rather adorable. But today you felt extra confident, especially after you noticed that he had been ‘accidentally’ staring at your exposed legs – courtesy to the short plaid skirt you wore, and at your cleavage which was accentuated by the top you were wearing.

“Yeah? And what if I do more than just hold hands with the boys?” you asked, teasing. And if one were more attentive, one would surely catch the shameless lust hidden in your voice. Perhaps Bucky caught it too because he immediately turned around and gave you a look which you didn’t quite understand but liked nonetheless.

Even his slight frown was hot as hell.

“Those boys your age don’t know how to treat nice girls like you. They’ll end up just using you, so keep a safe distance.” He sounded polite, but still a little bothered – was this caused by the fact that you leaned back against the kitchen island, practically showing off your legs, chest and exposed skin because you simply wanted him to lose control for once and just touch you? Well, maybe a little.

Bucky wasn’t completely oblivious to what was going on. He caught the look in your eyes, a wild, indecent look – one he knew all too well. And as much as you were pretty and practically begging for his attention in ways which were sinful more than anything, Bucky couldn’t act the way you wanted him too. It was wrong, besides, you were too young.

“I know you do.” you said, seductively. And as ashamed of it as he was, Bucky couldn’t deny feeling a rush of excitement course through him as he heard the sound of your voice. You were basically presenting yourself to him, and he knew. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done? That way I’ll know who’s not worth my time.” You got off the stool and walked over to him, backing him against the counter.

Half of him wasn’t that surprised because, again, he wasn’t that oblivious. He noticed the way you acted around him, and how you dressed – always trying to get his attention. But Bucky had never crossed any lines. He wasn’t sure that would stay that way for long. Not given how you were behaving today.

You didn’t know where the confidence came from. You knew it would be another 30-40 minutes until your parents came back, so you figured why not just go for it now that you had Bucky alone all to yourself. And you could tell he was having a little trouble maintaining his composure.

Bucky chuckled nervously, lowkey surprised. “What do you mean, Y/N?”

You smirked, sensing his excitement and his nervousness at the same time. These were risky and dangerous territories you were stepping in, you had to be careful. Yet at the same time, all you wanted to do was carelessly pounce on him and deal with the aftermath later.

“You know what I mean.” You stepped closer to him. His body pressed against the counter and you left barely a few inches of distance between your body and his. You could feel his body heat radiating off him through his soft, cream colored sweater.

He watched you as you reached over and dipped a finger into the chocolate and lazily brought it up to your mouth, parting your lips seductively, pushing your finger past your lips and twirling your tongue around the tip of your finger. Licking the chocolate ganache off your skin as you held his stare. He hated to admit it, but something in him flipped like a switch right there and then.

Fuck…

“I want you.” you whispered, licking your finger clean. Something inside Bucky stirred. A raw need. A desire. A burning hot one. He almost reach out to touch you. Almost.

But then he stopped himself. No, this was wrong. You were just young and confused and you had no idea what you were doing. You were just a young girl. And Bucky couldn’t take advantage of you like that.

“Stop that.” he said sternly.

You smirked, knowing you were slowly but surely pushing him till right where you needed him. “Stop what?” you played dumb again.

He sighed. “You know what. Now to get some air outside and clear your head.” he sounded almost irritated. But you knew he was far from it. You could read people easily and Bucky’s eyes gave away that he was feeling guilty because you were succeeding in turning him on and seducing him.

He pushed you aside and tried to walk away to finish dessert but you grabbed his arm and pulled him back into you, pressing up against him. Smirking still. “Don’t run from me. What did I do that’s so wrong? I just said that I wanted you.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled your arms away from him gently.

He sighed again. “Don’t do this. You’re not thinking straight right now, okay? Just got get some air.” He persisted, resisting you even if every fiber of his body felt hot the moment you touched him.

You pouted, “I don’t need to get air. I need you.” you reached down and grabbed his hand and led it down your body, guiding his fingers under your skirt and in between your legs. Inching higher and higher until his warm fingers brushed against your bare, wet cunt.

He instinctively cupped you there and you hissed in pleasure. Fuck… he was only human too. And his primal, feral needs took over in less than a second. He still hesitated, and felt like he was being deviant by just touching you like this. Or worse, by liking the fact that he was touching you like this.

“See? You want me too.” You murmured and tried to lean in for a kiss. But Bucky pulled away from you, removing his hand from under your skirt and taking a step back.

“We shouldn’t do this.” He said in all seriousness. “Now stop being a brat.”

You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. “No. But we can. No one has to know, Buck…” you purred as you took a step forward and pressed your body to his chest again.

“I can’t do that to you.” he whispered, and you noticed how he didn’t push you away this time as you snaked your arms around his neck. Feeling his broad shoulders under your touch, you smiled innocently looking up at him.

“Why not?”

“You’re too young.” his answer made you want to act up even more.

You chuckled, leaning closer. “Not anymore, Buck. I can show you I’m a big girl now.” you murmured, your hand discretely slipping between your bodies, down to his crotch where you shamelessly palmed him through his pants. You felt his semi erection; big, long and thick. You bit your lower lip as a feral desire coursed through you.

He hissed. “Y/N…” he said so threateningly. He was right on the edge of just saying ‘fuck it’ and giving into you as well you could tell, but he was also fighting it at the same time. The sound of your name leaving his mouth in such a lewd manner made a pleasant chill run down your spine.

“I want you, Buck.” you whispered again, hoping he’d see the desperation in your eyes. You were shamelessly begging. “I want you deep inside me,” he closed his eyes and fought the want to just take you relentlessly right there and then on the counter behind you. “I want to feel your big cock stretching me out,” you reached up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. “I want you to fill me up with your cum and tell me you own my cunt-,”

You didn’t have time to finish that sentence as he growled and reached up to wrap his hand around your throat and pushed you backwards until your body was pressed up against the counter. Your words were making him all crazy. You smirked, despite being choked gently, at the sight of the raw hunger in his eyes. There was no going back now…

“Yeah? Is that what you want?” he whispered, running the tip of his nose along your cheek. He pressed his lower body further into yours and you whimpered as you felt his hard cock pressing against you right in between your legs. “What a dirty girl, begging for my cock like a good little slut…” he leaned in to bite your lower lip, tugging on it gently. His hand around your throat squeezed the sides of your neck gently.

You whined and your heart raced at how close he was to you. Finally…

“Please Buck… I’ll be good to you.” you murmured and he pulled away and smirked. You felt him press his body further into you, and you were convinced that your words were affecting him just like you wanted them to. “I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”

One look into your eyes and he was done for. You were quite literally begging him to fuck you; lips parted, eyes wild and breathing heavily. Your body was hot with burning desire. How could he deny you what you wanted, especially when you looked like that? So ready and open.

“Really?” he teased, pushing his knee in between your legs and pressing his upper thigh up to your bare cunt. “You’re so desperate for my cock, aren’t you babygirl? You wanna show me you’re a big girl now, is that what this is?” he bit along your jaw and you whimpered, holding on to the counter behind you. “How fucking adorable…” he murmured against your skin. His voice deep and raspy and dripping with unrestrained lust.

You trembled against him. You whimpered when you felt his leg settling in between yours, pressing his clothed thigh against your bare, wet core. He applied just the slightest bit of pressure and you groaned. His voice, his words reverberated inside you and you whined; almost losing your mind due to how much you needed him in you already. He was edging you shamelessly and you could only take so much. “Please…” your plea made him chuckle darkly.

“Well first you gotta show me you even deserve my cock deep inside you, babygirl. Get on your knees.” He stepped back slightly, allowing you enough room to get down on your knees. “If you want my cock, you gotta earn it.” He spoke. You sank to your knees and then tilted your head up to look at him. You were so ready…

You hurried and unzipped his pants, then lowered his underwear to free his erected cock. The mere sight of his thick cock had you whining with need, but you decided to push your needs aside for now. Right now all you focused on was him, and proving to him that you did in fact, deserve to have his cock in you.  

You wrapped your hands around his throbbing cock and placed your mouth on his tip; your tongue slowly circling his tip. Bucky grabbed a fistful of your hair; tugging on it gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “That’s it, babygirl. Take me nice and deep like a good little slut…” he murmured, his words fueling the fire inside you. You bobbed your head around his tip; taking him in inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat. “Show me how bad you want me.”

You whined as you sucked on his cock. He closed his eyes and hissed, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. He looked so good you could cry. “Fuck…” he moaned and you quickened your pace. He thrust his hips forward very gently into your mouth, and loved the sight of your mouth wrapped around his cock. You took him so perfectly.

Hollowing your cheeks, you felt a rush each time he gasped, or moaned, or growled. The sounds which escaped his lips made you squirm and it only added to the dampness which was forming in your underwear. You let his taste invade your senses; his scent and the velvety feel of his cock against your tongue was making you lose your mind.

You squirmed and clenched your thighs together, unable to take it anymore. You just needed some sort of release, quick. So you bobbed your head around him quicker, desperate to get him off so he could cater to your needs. He moaned and panted and tugged harder on your hair. “Come on that’s it, show me how bad you want it.”

Those words were all it took for you to suck on his cock until he came undone all over your tongue. He came with a moan and a sigh, closing his eyes and relishing the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him. You swallowed all of him, licked him clean and stood back up. He smirked and wrapped his hand around your throat again.

“You did good, babygirl.” He murmured and finally pressed his mouth to yours. He kissed you passionately, tongue pushing past your lips and stroking the top of your mouth. He hummed at the taste of him on your tongue; it was all too dirty and it made you whimper and tremble. Leaving you breathless with just one kiss.

He slipped his hand under your skirt and wasted no time in running his knuckles up and down your dripping cunt. He chuckled. “So fucking desperate, aren’t you?” his raspy voice whispered in your ear. “Bet those boys your age don’t satisfy you enough. So you need a man to show you how it’s done, isn’t it?”

You whimpered as he pushed his fingers inside you, gently stroking your walls and stretching your hole a little so it can accommodate his cock next. “Fuck… yes Bucky please,” you whined and threw your head back and moaned. His grip around your throat tightened a little more and he growled when he felt your walls clench around his fingers violently.

“Think you’re gonna be the best I’ve ever had, huh? Think you’re a big girl now, yeah? Fuck, you’re so precious, babygirl…” he murmured and sped up, his fingers slipping in and out of you so perfectly that you moaned wantonly. You were dripping all over his hand and possibly the counter as well, but neither of you cared.

You whined, unable to take the sweet torture any longer. You begged, with your words and your movements, desperately trying to grind against his hand. He chuckled, pulled his finger out of you, pushed you back onto the counter and got you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your grip on the counter grew tighter as you steadied yourself for his thrust.

Slowly, he filled you up; stretching you and had you whimpering under him. He chuckled at how responsive you were. He pushed himself into you rapidly. Bucky barely gave you time to adjust to his size before he started rocking in and out of you. You felt all of him, each vein, each stroke and every inch of his skin.

You felt his thick thighs press against your bare legs, flexing as he rocked in and out of you. He grunted as he gripped your hips tightly while he slammed his cock into your entrance repeatedly.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” he spoke through gritted teeth, watching how you struggled to take his cock. “You needed a man to fuck you like a little slut, didn’t you babygirl? So fucking take it.” he sped up into you. His words fueled the spark in you. And your head fell back as you moaned at his actions and his words.

His thrusts were relentless. His mouth soon found yours and he nibbled on your bottom lip as you gasped. He was taking over all your senses and you were more than happy to let him. While he fucked you raw, his hand moved up to your throat again. His fingers wrapped around your throat and forced you to open your eyes and look into his. He fucked you relentlessly; earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls.

“You just wanted to be filled with my cock, didn’t you? You wanted me to stretch you out,” His hand left your throat and toyed with your breasts through the thin material of your top. Your back arched in pleasure as his hands grabbed you wherever he could. “You wanted me to wreck this little cunt and own it, huh?” His body slammed into yours repeatedly, and you could feel a soreness forming in between your legs already. “Who’s fucking you this good, babygirl? Tell me who’s fucking this cunt so good.” He growled.

A tear escaped your eye as you tried so hard to make his words make sense in your head, but it was so hard when his body was making you lose your mind. “You are…” you mumbled, whining and feeling so full of his cock it was unbearably good.

“Your wet little cunt feels so good around me, babygirl…” he murmured, voice low and hazy in pleasure. He moaned and gasped as he felt your walls milking him and squeezing him just right. “So good…” You cried out as he kept rocking into you, speeding up with each thrust. “Who owns this little cunt, huh?”

“You do…”

Each time he slammed into you, your back crashed against the counter, achingly. But the pleasure his body brought you made up for that. You whimpered as his pounded into your core. His pelvic bone smacking against your body, making you cry out.

You felt like you were losing your mind. The pleasure was overwhelming; the feeling of his warm body pressing into yours and the feeling of his cock ramming in and out of you, stretching you out deliciously; you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Buck…” you moaned, your mind getting foggier and foggier with each passing second. He slammed in and out of you continuously, moaning and grunting in the process. Tears fell out of your eyes as the pleasure became too much to handle. But you still wanted more of him.

Your thoughts were a mess. You squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pushing you into him harshly each time he filled you up. He growled and pushed his face into your neck, “Go on babygirl, cum for me.” He bit down on your shoulder and sped up even more. His thrust violent and animalistic. You moaned loudly and gushed out around his cock; gasping ad whimpering.

He moaned out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you as well, shooting his load at your walls. He didn’t pull out even after the two of you came. He just kept his throbbing cock carefully buried in you.

He relished your warmth and kissed you; growling and pushing his tongue into your open mouth like he owned it. You felt his cock twitching and pulsating against you as your body clenched around him still as you recovered from your previous orgasm.

He smirked as he pulled away. “Better clean up before your parents get home, babygirl.” He whispered and looked down at your disheveled state. So hot and bothered, and fucked out.

You could barely breathe right but you still gave him a lazy smirk. “Not too young for you now, am I?” you teased, knowing he enjoyed it just as much as you did. He groaned and hid his face into your neck again.

[prettyarson]

Touch | Chanlix [1]

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Felix has always been on the softer side. His hair was fluffy and currently in a pink color, making the freckles that danced on his cheeks even more beautiful. He was tiny for his age and no one believed him when he spoke that he was 19, legally an adult. His waist was small and his skin was so smooth, blemishes were afraid to appear. His lips were sinfully plump, and he was almost always caught chewing on them, getting more stares than what he was used to.

Felix was currently sitting in his favorite cafe, Booster, his hand wrapped around a cup filled to the brim in iced coffee. He knew that he shouldn't spend money on things he didn't need, especially money that he didn't have, but the cute barista was too much to pass up. Ever since Jeongin, Felix's best friend, had caught the handsome, muscly barista staring at Felix, the young male was only more tempted to show up and buy coffee.

Sure, Felix knew that if he wanted to keep this habit of his, he would need to actually get a job. The money that his parents were sending him wasn't enough anymore, and he couldn't keep relying on Jeongin for their apartment rent.

With one last glance at the barista, his name tag read Changbin, Felix placed his coffee on his table. He slowly rose his body out of his seat, and straightened up his hoodie. At Booster, there was a small board that always had job offerings posted. Felix had thought that he should go ahead and check their first before he searched the internet.

His hands began to nervously move against themselves, fingers tangling as he moved towards the board. There was another young male standing by the board, probably around Felix's age. Felix was about to hold back, go back to his seat until the boy was done with his job, until he noticed that the boy wasn't searching for a job, he was posting a job to the board. Felix slowly approached the board and stood by the male. He felt awkward standing next to him and his lip biting started up. He kept his eyes to the board, trying not to gain attention to himself.

"You know," the boy beside Felix hummed, "you'd make a lot of money with those lips."

Felix's body froze. His eyes blinked in confusion and his head slowly turned to look at the boy beside him. He had stopped chewing on his bottom lip, his lips now parted in shock. How was someone supposed to respond to something like that?

"I uh." Felix stammered, "Thank you?"

His head tilted slightly as he finally got the words out. Was that the appropriate way to respond? Felix wasn't actually sure. He hadn't had anyone say anything in that manor to him before, and he wasn't exactly sure what it even meant. The boy beside Felix only let out a small laugh and smiled, his chubby cheeks filling his face.

"My boss is looking for some new people to hire." The boy's eyes held a look that Felix couldn't shake off, "One look at you," as he spoke, his eyes trailed Felix's body, "and the boss would already give you a job. You're exactly what he's looking for."

A shiver ran up Felix's spine and he wasn't exactly sure why. Just the way his eyes lingered on Felix's body made his shy personality come out, his cheeks heating up and turning red. He slowly nodded his head, and his eyes shifted to look at what he had posted on the board. It was a flyer to work at a place called Pulse. Felix wasn't exactly sure what it was, but he did know where it was. Pulse was conveniently two blocks down from his apartment, an easy walking distance for the broke college student.

The boy must have noticed Felix reading the flyer because he said, "It's open interviews, and if you do decide to give it a shot, use me as a reference: my name is Jisung. And if that doesn't work, Changbin goes a lot and I'm sure if you mention his name, things will go smoothly."

Felix soaked in Jisung's words, his eyes glancing at his favorite barista. His cheeks grew hotter and he looked back to Jisung. His hand curled up in a fist and he gave a weak nod of his head.

"I'm Felix," He spoke softly. Just from the look on Jisung's face, Felix knew that his voice shocked him. Felix knew that his voice didn't match his appearance, but it was who he was. "Is there anything I need to bring for an interview?"

Jisung let out a smirk before he answered, "Just an ID."

-

He was struggling. Putting a key into his front door shouldn't have been that difficult but Felix just couldn't seem to do it. After about 10 tries, he finally fit the key in his lock and twisted it, unlocking his front door. He slowly opened it, lugging his bag and himself inside of his shared apartment. He shut the door behind him and sulked to his room. Classes were awful. Not only did not have people to talk to, but he couldn't exactly concentrate on what his instructor was trying to teach him.

All he could think about was the Pulse, and what it would mean to work there. If Changbin did in fact go there a lot, that meant if he received the job, he would be able to see him more. And then maybe the glances would turn into actual conversation.

"Hey, Jeongin!" Felix called, his voice louder than when he was talking out in public. "Are you home?"

He walked out his room to search for his best friend. Felix and Jeongin have always been the best of friends. While Felix was more on the shy side, Jeongin was the more outgoing one. Sure, they were both awkward, but Jeongin wasn't scared to be loud in any sense.

Felix was about to give up looked when he heard a small, "I'm here!"

Felix perked up, his lips pulling into a smile and his eyes visibly sparkled. He crept around the apartment before stopping in front of Jeongin's room. There was a lot of shuffling inside, more than what one person could make. Panic reached through his body. Why were there so many noises emitting from his room?

Without thinking, Felix busted inside of the room. What he saw shocked him. Jeongin was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, his eyes looking at Felix like a deer struck in headlights. Beside him sat a puppy, chewing on the end of the blanket.

Felix's eyes softened. His stiff body relaxed and his eyes started to water, "You got a puppy?" Felix asked.

Jeongin shook his head and let out a smile, "I got us a puppy. I know how much you love animals."

Felix nodded his head and crept closer. He kneeled on the floor beside the bed, eye level with the puppy. The puppy had stopped it's chewing and looked back at Felix, the large chocolate eyes melting his heart and making him softer than he already was.

"When I get that job at Pulse, I'm going to spoil you so much." Felix hummed, cooing as the puppy yawned.

"You're going to work at Pulse?" Jeongin asked.

Felix looked at him and nodded his head, "Someone at Booster told me I was perfect for the job and told me I could use him as a reference." Felix thought back at what Jisung said, "It's open interviews, so I'll probably go tonight."

"Looking like that?"

Felix looked down at himself. He didn't find a problem with the overly large hoodie or the faded skinny jeans. He shrugged his shoulders, "I give off a boyish charm. This is what I was wearing when the job was offered to me."

Jeongin rolled his eyes and lightly pushed Felix's shoulder, "Alright, fine, but don't show up too late, it's usually busy."

-

When Jeongin said busy, Felix honestly wasn’t expecting this. There was a line waiting outside, and it ran all the way down the road. The nervous lip biting was back and his fingers twisted together. He was heavily aware of the men that were standing in line, adorned in all black with some leather garments.

His feet slowly took his small body forward. He gave nervous glances to the men in line before he looked at the bouncer. His legs were beginning to shake but he carried on. He gulped as he stopped in front of the bouncer, his eyes looking up at him.

The bouncer took one look at Felix before he gave a nod of his head, “Go straight through this door for the interviews, there’ll be signs to follow.”

Felix nodded his head, gave a small smile towards the bouncer, and proceeded inside. He blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to how dark it was inside. Once his eyes could finally see his surroundings, they widened. This is not what he thought Pulse was like. He didn’t know that it was a club. And he didn’t know it was a club where the main attraction were tiny males just like himself.

His head shook slightly. Felix didn’t think that this was the job for him. He didn’t think he’d be able to do this. He was too shy for anything like this. Then he thought back to what Jisung said. Changbin comes here a lot, and it had his mind going. What was Changbin into?

Felix shook his head once more. He had to get out of there. This wasn’t a place for him. He turned around to move back through the door but he stopped when he heard someone yelling his name. His head whipped around and his eyes were frantically looking. Then his round, large orbs landed on Jisung, who was waving his hands towards him.

The small boy gulped and turned his body around. He was already spotted. He sucked in a deep breath and forced his legs to move in Jisung’s direction. As he grew closer, he noticed that Jisung wasn’t alone. Beside him was a man, a tight, white buttoned up shirt hugging his chest. The sleeves were rolled up, and Felix’s eyes took in the numerous art pieces of ink that mixed with the veins twisting like vines on his skin.

A necklace that was a full, thick chain wrapped around his neck, the end reaching his collarbones. Once Felix’s eyes snuck a glance at the man’s face, his breathing faltered. He thought his body was going to drop right then and there. The man’s gaze was so intense, it made Felix’s body feel on fire. His chest was rising and falling, having Felix struggling to breathe by the time he reached the stand.

“Ah, you must be Felix.” The man spoke, and a shiver ran down his spine, melting his whole body. “Have a seat.”

Felix didn’t know what it was, but there was something in man’s voice that had Felix let out a whimper. His eyes widened and a hand clamped over his mouth. He quickly sat down in the seat, his eyes adverting to the ground where he completely missed the smirk that was now laced on the man’s lips.

[elenatria]

jealous!Bacho. And now my life had a meaning. That's all I needed, comrade.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20407543/chapters/51804265

“That’s it?” Bacho grumbled, glaring pointedly at his tin pot that was steaming with some thick and sticky substance of undefinable colour and dubious origin.

The cook, a chubby Lithuanian with rosy cheeks and a bushy mustache, looked up feigning surprise. “Oh sorry, we’re fresh out of caviar,” he joked stirring his vat.

“I don’t want caviar dammit,” Bacho growled, “I want some proper food, Matis, where’s the meat?”

“We had meat two weeks ago, don’t be greedy,” Matis mumbled pouring broth to the soldier next to Bacho.

“You can’t be serious…” the veteran shook his head.

Indeed, the last time he had eaten beef was two weeks ago – and that was not the only kind of flesh he had savoured that day. The void in his stomach was nothing compared to the unsated need in his loins.

“The vendors didn’t send any meat this week,” the cook shrugged, “only vegetables, bread and vodka.”

“And we’re supposed to clean up this shithole living on vegetables, bread and vodka?”

“Why don’t you and your buddies go hunting?” Matis proposed gesturing at a table over Bacho’s shoulder. “You guys are hunters, right? I hear there are rabbits and deer in the woods.”

Bacho glowered at him curling his lip in disgust. “And I hear radiation makes them even yummier.”

“Maybe you should ask your momma to send you some kupati sausage all the way from Georgia, huh?” Matis winked at him licking soup off his thumb. “Or your girlfriend.”

Bacho stood speechless. Instead of an angry retort, he turned to peer at the table where Garo and Pavel were sitting, wondering if they were as frustrated with their food as he was. He felt betrayed by what he saw: Garo had already plunged his spoon into his broth lapping it up hungrily. Pavel was perking up as if sniffing the air, hands on both sides of his tin pot, waiting for Bacho to join them.

“This is bullshit, man…” Bacho mumbled watching the cook serve another soldier.

“Oh wait, how about filing a complaint to Major Tarakanov himself?” Matis teased.  “Lucky you, he’s inspecting the camp today and seems to be in a great mood.”

He jerked his head toward a company of army officials swarming around a man whose long face, stature and piercing eyes exuded authority. Everyone was eager to share a handshake with the towering major and, for all the fatigue visible in the hard lines framing his features, he seemed genuinely happy to oblige.

“Fuck off, Matis…” Bacho groaned and dragged his feet toward the table where his boys were sitting.

As soon as he placed his hat and pot on the table, he ran a finger over the bench where he was supposed to sit.

“Fucking wet,” he slurred.

“Well,” Garo shrugged, “it rained yesterday.”

“Now we’re supposed to hunt for our daily food and wipe the tables ourselves?”

“I don’t remember you complaining in Afghanistan,” Garo muttered scraping the bottom of the pot for the last grains of rice.

“We’re in Soviet soil, dammit, Mother Russia should be taking care of us,” Bacho lashed out.

“Someone hasn’t fucked in a loooong time,” Garo muttered under his breath, glancing around but nowhere near the Georgian’s forbidding stare.

Not so long ago Bacho would have him pick up his teeth with broken fingers for that cute little comment of his, but now the Boy was watching, waiting for him to sit down and eat. Besides he wasn’t angry anymore. Clear cobalt eyes fixed on him and him alone could have that effect on the hardened soldier, bringing peace and calm even when the world was falling apart around them.  

He glanced at Pavel sitting across the table, suddenly embarrassed that he was cranky and impatient for no reason. “Yeah let’s eat…” he slurred and dipped his spoon into the soup.

Soon enough he saw, heard and felt nothing but the hot thick liquid sliding down his throat as every mouthful made him long for the next, fearing his portion wouldn’t be enough to fill him up. He would gladly fight Matis and everyone in that camp for one more potful but that was easier said than done; his feet felt like lead keeping him stuck on his bench.

“Bread, is there any bread?” he mumbled as he licked his teeth for the last traces of broth, clenching his fists on the table nervously.

“What did you do with yours?” Garo asked lighting a cigarette.

“I ate it,” Bacho snarled.

“Here, have mine,” Pavel chuckled and threw a crumb at him.

“What--”

Before Bacho could duck, a second crumb bounced off his nose. “What are you--” he yelped crossing his forearms in front of his face.

Pavel gave a chortle and cut off a larger chunk of bread – that one flew straight into Bacho’s thick hair and stayed there. Pavel guffawed at the dangling crumb making Bacho feel even more ridiculous; he tried to brush it off but he was too slow, Pavel was already showering him with little pieces of crust until there was nothing left of his slice. Now the Georgian’s head looked like a tree in winter.  

Finally stripped of his “ammo”, Pavel bent over the table banging his fist, his eyes filling with tears of laughter, while Garo chuckled through little puffs and pfft’s coughing out smoke.

Bacho glowered at them both.

Enough was enough. The pup had it coming.

With an angry roar he sprang to his feet, grabbed Pavel by the belt and dragged him over the table to his side. Without a moment’s delay Garo shoved the cigarette back into his mouth and snatched the mugs and the vodka away from Pavel’s jerking feet.

Bacho squeezed an arm around the laughing boy’s neck with enough strength to hold him down without choking him and with a groan he pulled him to the edge of the bench so that his head would hang midair. Pavel’s hat fell on the mud as he begged and laughed and cursed, and he made so much noise that every soldier sitting nearby stopped eating just to gawk and snigger at them. He stomped on the bench with his boots, squirming and thrashing while Bacho tickled his ribs, his chest, his belly until he hauled him over his lap, secretly grunting with satisfaction with every jerk of Pavel’s body against his crotch.  He would kiss him, suck him, fuck him right there and then if he could, eat out his tongue, leave him breathless, half-naked and spent on that very bench. Everything he needed in his life was on his lap, every desire, every dream, every hope.

That beautiful mouth, giggling and pleading and waiting to be claimed once more – so sinfully close, yet so far away.

Suddenly Bacho felt the silence falling heavy around him. He lifted his eyes. Garo had stopped laughing, instead he was throwing wary glances at the other tables. Pavel, unaware of the ruckus he had raised, kept writhing like a captured animal in Bacho’s strong hold, giggling and panting.

Bacho followed the Armenian’s unflinching stare until he spotted the reason behind his stillness: Janek, the blonde Estonian sitting at the table on the other side of the aisle, was staring at the man and his cub chewing his bread slowly. Many soldiers were gazing or pointing at Bacho’s table jokingly but Janek and his buddies were the only ones who seemed neither annoyed nor amused. Their faces were blank, unreadable.

Bacho felt his heart clench in his chest as a young angelic face flashed through his mind.

Igor.

He let go of Pavel; the youth sat up, picked up his hat and brushed back his messed-up hair.

“Hey Janek,” the Georgian yelped, “everything alright?”

The Estonian turned to his comrades mumbling something Garo couldn’t hear.

They all laughed.

“Yes, everything’s alright,” he nodded finally, a reptilian smirk blooming on his round face.

“Good,” Bacho snarled, his steely eyes still fixed on him. “Okay, boys, time to go,” he waved at his men to get up.

Pavel looked at him questioningly as Bacho rose to his feet and grabbed the empty pot and mug throwing one last threatening glance at Janek and his friends; he then turned to Garo for answers but the Armenian shot a stern warning glance at him, making him shut up instantly.

Bacho stomped off feeling the tickling sensation of Janek’s eyes on his back.

Their backs.

He allowed himself to take a deep breath only after they had left the kitchen behind them. It wasn’t fear that was making him lose control; it was rage. If that cocksucking Estonian even considered breathing toward Pavel’s general direction he swore he’d turn that pretty face of his inside out.  

Kill him in his sleep, yeah, that would do the trick.

Instinctively, he curled his fingers around the NRS-2 on his hip, the hardness of its steel blade providing some much-needed reassurance. Thankfully the pup didn’t seem to have noticed Janek’s drooling stare. His pup.

As they approached their tent, he felt something rolling down his cheek - another crumb. With a frustrated moan he brushed both hands through tangled hair shaking his head like a dog. Pavel turned to look at him and burst out laughing again.

Bacho glanced around making sure no one was watching and the next moment he was jumping and tugging at his arm, squeezing hard as he dragged thirsty lips over his ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you mercilessly for that,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire.

[red-wardens]

Brainiest vs Brawniest for everyone pls

12. Brainiest vs. Brawniest 

Team Brainy:

Winner: Akono Hawke (Worldstate 1) - A high I.Q. coupled with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and a fascination with strategy and subterfuge, he has the most guile out of all my OC’s. But his brilliance stems just as equally from his creativity, his imaginative, innovative mind that always views the world as what it could be rather than what it is, and then works hard to mend the dissonance. When given two choices, Akono is good at figuring out a third solution and going his own way. He’s always challenging himself with puzzles, riddles and mysteries and quietly taking apart philosophies and conceptions in order to better understand them. Never impulsive, his level-headed chill even under immense pressure, or in the heat of battle, allow him to use his cleverness to win the game or race slow and steady.

Xiaofan Cadash (Worldstate 2): An evil mastermind would be a dramatic, but not far off, description of Xiaofan. In addition to natural intelligence, she works to improve her mind everyday by reading historical strategies and insights, and engaging daily in debates and hypotheticals with other brilliant minds like Leliana and Madame de Fer. She’ll play chess often with Dorian and Cullen, also teaching them a few other strategy board games like Xiangqi and has not once lost a game to them. She’s constantly plotting 12 steps ahead and will not hesitate to sacrifice pieces both in game and otherwise.

Ronan Aeducan (Multi-Warden AU): One of the most clever and tactical leaders to ever come from Orzammar, Ronan is often the one coerced into planning Grey Warden movement and strategy both in battle and during expeditions. Not a single detail is left unconsidered when he’s on the job and he knows how to shrewdly cut corners, making a job faster and less of a hassle, but not necessarily better for possible bystanders. He’s a clever bastard, but he’s a sinfully lazy man and often cannot be bothered to apply his mind to things.

Team Brawny:

Winner: Nora Brosca (Multi-Warden AU)- She’s 4′8 (142cm) and chubby, but damn if this little dwarf girl can’t LIFT. She has always been physically strong since she was a kid, helping move around big stones to build homes before joining the Carta. If lock-picking and stealing hadn’t been so much more useful, she’d have made a powerful warrior. But she loves dual-wielding as a rogue, tossing around her two axes and grabbing darkspawn just to yeet(!) them across the battlefield. She works out everyday still though at Vigil’s Keep, picking up and putting down heavy things to keep her muscles strong.  Learning the specialization Legionnare Scout during Awakening only added much more to her constitution and strength. Nora often jokes she has to “carry” the Warden team and taunts them to “get good”.

Kieran Tabris (Multi-Warden AU): Though he’s kind of scrawny looking with his clothes on, the two-handed warrior works out a lot, hours and hours of daily training with the heaviest weapons he can find. Though he can’t bulk due to genetics, he’s still formidably a lot stronger than he looks.

Helios Adaar: He might have an unfair race advantage since being big and well-muscled come almost as easy as the horns, but he does make an effort to stay fit. Growing up on a ranch he used to throw around giant bushels of hay and carry young cows and colts from place to place. In Skyhold he will do strength training (and running) with the soldiers to both  develop rapport with them and to maintain his brawny build.

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thank you for asking!! Sorry this took a week 

From these: OC Rival Asks

(I still have a couple more of these to answer so I’m not taking any new asks but feel free to reblog the list if you want and I’ll send you one!)

Previous Answers: [3. Humble vs. Arrogant ] [7. Sleepers vs. Sleepless] [13. Forgiving vs Grudge-Holding, and 14. Most Vices] [16. Secretive vs. Open] [23. Self Care vs Self Destruction]

[jeon-jungkxook]

I Choose You | Part 1

Jimin x Reader

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

Summary : At age ten, you met Park Jimin. At age thirteen, you had your first kiss. When you were fifteen, you fell in love. At the age of sixteen, you made love, and at eighteen; you experienced heartbreak.

Author’s Note : Here it is! A Jimin fanfic requested by @therecomespringday. I had so much fun writing this, and part two will be out soon! Sorry if this chapter was short, but I’ll let you know that the next part will be way longer!! Thanks, I hope you enjoy, loves (sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, I didn’t have time to edit but I will later)!

Inspired by Seventeen’s “Don’t Wanna Cry.”

“Please step through,” the tall, broad-shouldered security guard hummed as he gestured for you to go through the metal detector that stood before you.

Striding towards the awaiting machine, you make sure that all of your jewelry and other items were placed in the small plastic bin that lay on the conveyor belt so that you wouldn’t have to be check by hand.

As you entered the detector, you shivered at the thought of the middle-aged man slowly and sinfully feelings the curves of your body as he “checked” for any dangerous objects on your person. The last time you went through one of these, the bright lights on the side of the machine turned an angry red as it made sounds similar to that of a shrieking girl. The rather young security guard then led you to the side as he caressed your waist and under your breasts, a crooked grin gracing his chapped lips; just because you forgot to take your belt off.

Nope, you thought. I am not going through that again.

Fortunately, the device did not go off, and you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you’d been holding in. “You’re all set!” the man grinned before waving his hand violently as an indication that you needed to hurry up and move get your items so the others can get checked as well.

Grabbing your jewelry - along with your cell phone and nap sack, you quickly make your way towards the Starbucks nearby before striding towards your assigned aisle. Taking a seat in one of the Navy blue chairs, you stare blankly at your left hand - specifically at the Sterling silver DiamonLuxe ring that was slipped onto the finger right next to your pinky.

He had given it to you for your sixteenth birthday, and he’d gotten one similar to it; just without the rather girly diamonds that decorated the middle of the ring. You both promised to never take it off, not even in the shower - but you weren’t so sure if he was still keeping that promise now.

Maybe he forgot about it altogether.

.

“Thank you - enjoy your flight, ma'am!” the middle-aged woman beamed as she handed your passport back to you, gesturing for you to enter the hall.

“Thank you,” you smile before scurrying down the wide hall that lead to the entrance of the airplane.

Once you found your seat - which was 34B, you happily threw your nap sack onto the ground and plopped down into the cushioned seat, immediately sitting back and letting your eyelids flutter shut. That is, until you heard a low grunt coming from your right.

Snapping your eyes open, you turn to find a tall, handsome man - who looked like he was in his early twenties, seated beside you as he typed away on his phone.

After getting a better look at the man’s features, you concluded that he wasn’t handsome; he was utterly breathtaking. The sparkle in his eyes, the round tip of his nose, his two front teeth that reminded you of a bunny, and even his flawless, milky white skin - everything about him screamed beautiful.

“Ah, hello!” he said, a bright smile gracing his light pink lips, and you noticed the small freckle that layed about a centimeter above his chin.

“Hi,” you smile.

“ Hi, I’m Jungkook.” he laughs beams, his eyes forming little cresents.

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you,” you say as you hold out your hand, to which Jungkook takes hold of before giving it one firm shake. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

Jungkook’s eyes then avert to your left hand, and his eyes light up with delight and admiration. “Are you married?” he asks, nodding towards your Sterling silver ring.

A sudden pang of guilt, sadness, and emptiness floods your chest - and your features turn stone cold, emotionless, but your eyes are sad and Jungkook notices. “Hey, I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I know I just met you, and I’m horrible for intruding-”

“No, no I’m fine. Sorry - but no, I’m not married. My ex-boyfriend gave this to me six years ago. I still love the guy, I’m such a butt for still believing,” you sigh, tears welling up in your eyes. “Believing in something that’s not going to happen - at least not again.”

The tears began to overflow, falling onto the apples of your cheeks, and you looked away in shame. Jungkook reluctantly raised an arm to your cheeks before swiping his thumb under your eye, and doing so to the next one. “Hey, don’t cry (Y/N). It’s going to be okay in the end. You’ll get over it; I promise,” the boy cooed as he rubbed small circles on your back.

“I’m sorry for crying and ranting about my problems to you,” you sigh when you managed to hold in the rest of your tears. “No, it’s fine. I don’t mind, plus if you want to let it all out - we have fourteen hours, and I’m a good listener,” Jungkook nodded before returning his hand to the arm rest on his seat.

Would telling Jungkook about your past be a good idea? The only person that knows of this was your best friend, but you never told him about how you felt; not recently anyways. Keeping your feelings in were never a good idea, plus the guy seemed nice.

Letting out a sigh, you turn to Jungkook as you no your head. “Okay, but it’s a long story,” you said.

“Don’t worry; we have time.”

You we’re ten years old when you met Park Jimin. He’d moved into the house next to yours, and you watched as he hopped out of the palladium silver van - a soft stuffed panda in hand.

“Mommy, look!” the child yelped as he pointed in your direction with his short, stubby index finger. “I told you there’d be kids my age here!” Your eyes widened to the size of saucers as the boy flashed a grin at you. You sat criss-cross on the front lawn, Barbie dolls scattered around you.

“Would you like to say hi?” you heard a woman ask, the mother of the loud child you figured. By that time, your own mother spotted the little boy - and she sprung up from the garden and rushed over to you, leaning towards you ear to whisper to you.

“Go over and say hello, (Y/N). Don’t be shy - would you like me to come with you?” Peering up at your mother, you shake your head no before getting to your feet and sauntering over to the family.

As soon as you set foot on their lawn, the small child came rushing to your side, enveloping you in a hug - as if you’d known him for years. “Hi, I’m Park Jimin!” he said when he let go of you, his panda in his left hand. “(Y/N),” you smiled, cheeks burning red.

Jimin was an adorable boy; his round face, his smooth, chubby cheeks, and his sparkling eyes that lit up when he heard your name. “(Y/N)! That’s a cute name,” he giggled. “I’m glad I have a friend in my new neighborhood.”

“Friend?” you asked. Was he just going to call you a friend when you just met? “Yeah!” he smiled, and then his face dropped. “Unless… Do you not want to be my friend, (Y/N)?” Jimin looked as if he’s cry any moment, his narrow eyes filling with tears.

“No, I do Jimin!”

And then he was back to his bubbly self. “Really? Oh my gosh, I’m so happy! You’re going to be such a great friend, I can tell!” Jimin then wrapped his slender arms around your waist, pulling you in for a tight hug.

He nuzzled into the junction between your neck and shoulder, and you felt the small grin that crept onto the boy’s face when you hugged him back.

For the rest of the summer, you and Jimin spent time together - everyday. Sometimes, you’d go to his house; other times, he’d go to yours. When school started, you both ended up in the same class.

Well, scratch that. Park Jimin went to the principal, screaming and begging to be placed in the same room as you. When Mr. Kim finally obliged, Jimin leaped in the air with joy, plush stuffed panda in hand - as usual.

Fifth to seventh grade went by rather quickly, Jimin always finding a way to end up in your classes - and you didn’t mind either. Jimin had grown into a handsome young boy; his jet black hair now dyed chocolate brown, which made him look even more attractive. His chubby cheeks were still there, however they were slimmer than when he was ten.

Park Jimin made other friends, yes, but he always made time for you as well - and he even introduced you to some of them.

You we’re thirteen when you had your first kiss. You’d been out with your best friend, Seokjin - who was three years older than you, so he was able to drive. It was your birthday, so he took you out for hibachi. Of course Kim Seokjin would take you out to eat; he loves food.

Giggling to yourself, you sit back in the cushions of the passenger seat. “What’s so hilarious?” Seokjin asked, giving you a side glance before turning his attention back to the road. “Oh, nothing,” you lied.

“(Y/N), you’re my best friend - I know something’s up.” And then he paused, his handsome face turning a bright red. “Were you thinking about how savage I am when it comes to food?!” he giggled, shaking his head playfully.

“Haha, you got me there.”

The rest of the day was filled with excitement; hibachi, the movies, the mall, ice cream - the list could go on. Jimin buzzed your phone hundreds of times, but you ignored it. You didn’t want to talk to him right now, not when he forgot something so important. It was when you hopped back into Seokjin’s car that he asked you where Jimin was.

“What happened to Jimin? I saw how many times your phone was ringing; was that him?” Turning to you, the older got the answer without you even speaking. Your face was contorted into a mixture of hurt, guilt, and betrayal.

“Oh my God, what did he do?” Seokjin then grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look him in the eye as he continued. “Do I need to tell him about himself?”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just… I’m a little hurt that he forgot my birthday. Wait no, he didn’t forget it - he knew, he just wanted to hang out with his little friends.” You knew you shouldn’t be so harsh on Jimin, maybe you could’ve answered his calls - but you started to have feelings for him, like a little crush you guessed. You wanted him to care about you as much as you cared about him.

“It’s alright, love. I’ll take you back home and we can do something to cheer you up, okay?” he smiled, and when you nodded - he leaned in to give you a small kiss on the cheek.

When you arrived to your home - at about 8:30 pm, you found Jimin standing in the driveway, flowers in hand as he watched you through hooded eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight, what was going on? Did he feel sorry for the way he acted?

While you looked shocked, Seokjin let out a deep chuckle as he parked his car. “(Y/N), happy birthday!” he beamed, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“What the hell is going on?” you questioned, eyes still wide with shock.

“Well, Jimin and I decided that I’d take you out for the day, and he’d have you for the evening. The whole ‘he doesn’t care about my birthday’ act was apart of it too.”

No words were able to be formed as you stepped out of the vehicle and almost sprinted towards Jimin. The handsome boy handed you the flowers, the sweet smell reaching your nose, and you sighed in content.

“(Y/N), happy thirteenth birthday. I love you so much, you don’t even know,” he smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. Your eyes widened even more - if that was possible, and your heart began to beat wildly, blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Jimin, I -”

“(Y/N), I’ve loved you since the first day I met you; when I hopped out that van with my little panda bear. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way - but I just had to let you -” he began but you cut him off with a light slap to his chest.

“Park Jimin, would you shut up? I was going to say; I love you too.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Jimin’s soft lips were pressed against yours, his strong arms snaking around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. It wasn’t a nasty kiss - no, you were only thirteen; but it had meaning to it. Passion, love, all types of emotions.

When Jimin finally broke the kiss, you heard Seokjin clapping his hands as he made his way to you. “How cute, I hope this little thing you guys have going on will blossom into unconditional love!” he said, encasing you in yet another hug - this time from behind, and his lips met the flesh of your cheek once more.

What the three of you didn’t know was that the love you and Park Jimin shared was more than unconditional; your love was stronger than anything in this world….

Especially when you were sixteen.

[chubbybarba]

Could you write a fic with Barba being really confident with his body when being undressed with Sonny for the first time? Like maybe Sonny avoids touching his soft parts, but Barba wants him too so he grabs his hand and puts it on his tummy.

Sonny tries his best not to make an embarrassing sound, when Barba – Rafael – Jesus, for having called him that countless times in his head already it takes him a lot of time to getting used to it – strips off his shirt.

The pants have had to go sometime ago, revealing surprisingly firm muscular thighs. Well surprising for anyone who hadn’t spent about a year fantasising of sitting on those thighs or lying between them.Ba-Rafael’s standing there in only his boxer briefs and Sonny has never been this attracted to anyone.

Rafael is just perfect. Perfect with the broad shoulders and back, with his soft chest and equally soft tummy beneath.Sonny licks his lips.Rafael is by no means big, but he is thick, a sturdy frame under the soft parts that look so inviting.As if he only needs to squeeze them and hold on to them, and suddenly the word love handle makes so much more sense to him.Rafael smirks at him and suddenly Sonny feels really hot and flustered. Much more so than only a few minutes ago, where he had been rubbing up against Barba a lot more shamelessly than he liked to admit.

“You like what you see?” Rafael asks raising an eyebrow.Sonny licks his lips again. They shouldn’t be dry, but they def feel like it and he laughs nervously.

“Yeah, yeah,” he admits. “I’ll better not tell you how often I imagined this happening.“

Barba chuckles and walked over kissing him softly. Sonny sighs into the kiss and pulls Rafael back on the mattress he has been sitting on.

He needs Barba’s weight on him, needs have him press him into the mattress. Sonny pulls him down and close grabbing his neck and Rafael chuckles as he nibbled on Sonny’s neck.

“Eager, are we?” he purrs and Sonny bites his tongue hard, which is the only thing stopping him from moaning loudly.Not that it isn’t obvious how turned on he is anyways. He is sure Rafael can feel him being rock hard through his boxer briefs.

Sonny’s hands slides down Barba’s back, he can feel muscles tensing beneath his fingertips and god he longs just to grab Barba’s hips.He’s just not sure how Barba would feel about that, so he just settles for rubbing up and Rafael’s back.

Maybe go a bit south, squeeze his ass a bit. And of god – that feels amazing. He can’t even imagine seeing Barba in those sinfully well fitted pants - ever again -without getting a hard on. Not since he now knows what his ass actually feels like.Rafael chuckles again as he sucks on Sonny’s neck. Not too much, not so that Sonny will be all bruised later, but enough to drive him crazy.

“Oh fuck,” Sonny moans.“Very eloquent, Carisi,” Rafael murmurs.Sonny would have rolled his eyes, if they hadn’t fluttered close some time ago.Sonny hands itch to move, feel as much of the sturdy body on top of him. They glide around up this thighs, then he stops.He really just wants to give that tummy a good squeeze. Feel it in his palms, feel if it’s just as giving as Barba’s ass or as firm as his thighs.It looks surprisingly less soft from what he can say. Full and almost plush, very different from the bit of tummy that he himself is sporting, despite his lankiness.“Dear god Carisi, just go ahead and grab it,” Barba murmurs and Sonny’s startled for a second. “What?” He asks his eyes wide, his face what feels like a thousand degrees hot.Barba chuckles.“Just grab my Belly if you want it so desperately.”“I don’t –““Oh you do,” Barba counters and takes his hands and presses them flat against his belly.Sonny blinks, not quite sure what to make of the situation, but the soft warm skin he touches feels amazing, so he just does as Barba has told him – doesn’t he always do that anyways? He grabs Barba’s belly.It’s softer to the touch than it looks and he bites his lip, because god that feels so good.Barba’s resumed nibbling on his neck and purrs into Sonny’s ear.“I didn’t know you were a chubby chaser.”Sonny can feel his cheeks flare up.Even more than before.“I didn’t know I was,” he laughs nervously and Barba chuckles as well, his belly moving with his breath.“Fair enough,” he answers and presses his tongue flatly against the patch of skin he’s been working on.It’s all going very fast. Barba’s mouth is wickedly talented and he’s so close so many times he’s lost count.Also he isn’t quite sure what he expected, probably Barba just to take him as he wanted, but he has to admit it’s a lot easier like this, as he pushes in to the hot tightness of Barba.He’s grabbed Barba’s hips, they’re so pleasantly soft, and he’s long since forgotten how to be modest about the way he stares and touches, rubbing Barba’s chest and his back and his ass and his belly.He loves all of it.The way Barba’s muscles tense - and he’s quite obviously a lot more muscular than Sonny, who’s just a lot of lean leg muscle and then long limbs and nothing else – is just as mesmerising as watching his softer parts move and sometimes, depending on the angle, fold.If Barba had ever been shy about it, Sonny couldn’t tell. He smirks at Sonny and makes loud appreciative sounds when Sonny grabs onto him.It’s over so much faster than he wanted it to be, but the way Barba moves his hips, sighs when Sonny pushes into him deeper – there’s no way he was going to last long anyways.Rafael smirks rides out Sonny’s orgasm taking his sweet time, urges Sonny’s hand to grab his cock, and Sonny gives it a few quick strokes.Not much, but enough to bring Barba over the edge as well, and Sonny moans as Barba clenches around him one last time.

He hasn’t expected Barba to be a cuddler, not that he’s complain as his finger draws lazy circles on Barba’s hip.He’s tired and by the way Barba’s breathing has evened out he’s sure Barba has fallen asleep some time ago.Sonny closes his eyes and smiles, the strong warm figure of Barba resting so close, and he can’t help but notice how soft Barba’s hair is like this. It smells fresh, of something spicy and lemon. It fits him Sonny decides as he tries to remember what his shampoo smells like and as he slowly falls asleep as well.

[sinfully-chubby]

When will you be posting?

Depends. I'm trying to get a lot of request done. Plus I do college stuff which takes up a lot bbn of time. But I hope to get some x readers out coming out. I don't know when but I hope soon.

[sinfully-chubby]

Are you taking requests?

I will be taking a few more request, then I'm going to close it for a while until I get the request that are in my inbox done.

[sinfully-chubby]

Let me feast upon thy dirty asks

Sure go ahead, but I don't know how you'll do that.

[sinfully-chubby]

I need me some angry daddy Gordon R. X chubby reader😏😏😏💦💦👅👅

I......I don't think I will. I'm at quite a loss here as to whyyyyyyyyyyy, why would you ask thissssssss, and if I actually should.

I....I just don't know

[sinfully-chubby]

Fuck

?Well if you insist XD